[JEMMA]

Chloe avoided school on Monday morning, rising only when the doorbell chimed in the early afternoon. It was Kevin Mann. "Leave me alone," she groaned through the letterbox.

"Please miss, I feel so bad about what's happened."

Chloe exhaled – as if that was going to make things right. "Look Kevin, just go. I don't want to see anyone today."

"Honestly miss, I didn't mean for things to go as far as they did, so now I want to help make up for what I've done."

Her spirits at an all time low ebb, reluctantly Chloe held open the door. "Get it over with, Kevin," she said wearily, opening the dressing gown to expose her gorgeous breasts.

Kevin looked back quizzically. "No miss, don't be stupid. I can help you out."

Chloe had a thumping headache and really didn't want to hear the ramblings of a psychotic schoolboy.

She was glad afterwards that she did. It gave her the courage to do what needed to be done.

"Come in Miss Hunt," mumbled Mr Handsome the next day, looking somewhat haggard. Clearly he hadn't slept much. "About the other day..."

"That's exactly why I'm here."

"Oh."

"I guess you must think you have a hold over me as I'm just a young teacher you can sack at whim."

Handsome pursed his lips. They were true words of course.

"Well here's my notice, I quit. I'm afraid I don't want this lousy job any longer. And you know what, I'm going to the school governors, then the newspapers and then the police."

"Oh, come come, stop being melodramatic Miss Cunt."

"MELODRAMATIC?" Chloe was ready to boil over.

"Now I'm sure you realise only too well that the police would be more than interested in your affair with young Mann."

"Young Mann, as you call him, officially left school on Friday. He wasn't a pupil at this school when we made love," Chloe shot back, battling to control her emotion.

Handsome started to shake. Quickly he realised that the group had no hold over her. There was nothing preventing her carrying out the threat. "You can't...I'll be ruined...I'm two years away from my pension...Oh, Chloe please."

"I won't mess around, Mr Handsome I want $600K from you all to maintain my silence. Most of you are married and I'm sure all of you don't want to go to prison. You've until the end of the week."

With that she stormed out, head held high.

A fortnight later, Chloe's bank account had a lovely six-figure look to it. As such she wasn't in too great a hurry to find another job, though a vacancy in the paper had caught her eye. Whilst training to be a teacher she'd passed some physiotherapy exams. She was more or less fully qualified.

"Hello, Mandom Rugby Club."

"Oh hi, I'm enquiring about the physiotherapist job advertised in The Recorder."

Mmmmmmm, it was almost perfect: all those big strong rugby players with back complaints and torn muscles. Chloe tingled at the mere thought..... .....

T H E E N D

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With due apologies for the whimsical conclusion, but I thought after all Chloe had gone through, a happy ending was only fair.

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