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Several years ago, before I had my drinking “problem,” I had the
perfect life. I was educated, employed, financially secure – and best of
all – married to a wonderful woman. We had a pretty little house in the
suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private school. Amanda
taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in the junior high
grades.
Amanda and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we
were both virgins on our wedding night. She was smart and pretty and
demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than perfect about her,
it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions. Serious,
insecure, and uptight, Amanda even dressed very conservatively, and it was
only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she
was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was. Her
insecurities even affected her professional life because other teachers
were promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the
administration.
One weekend, I found out that Amanda’s bottled-up emotions took a toll
on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results.

Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through their
rebellious stage. It was a fact of life for me, and I did everything I
could to make the teenager’s angst as painless as possible, while still
teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private
school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible. One
troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was 15 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her
very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents asked
for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking back on
that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with
Elizabeth and her family.
Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting “wild”
boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we
all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other unsavory
things.
Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from home.
For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry
and broke, and spent several nights with Amanda and me. We helped her get
through exams and finally talked her into returning home.
About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her boyfriend.
He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he
would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had
done with his “old lady.” In a near panic, I tried to assure him that
nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that my wife had been
with us the entire time. I don’t think he listened to me at all.
Several weeks passed. School let out for the Summer and Amanda and I
prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth
of July and couldn’t wait to leave as soon as Amanda’s summer school class
dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and ready to go when she
…End of the part1. To be continued..