Morgan’s favorite class in school was Vocal.  She loved being in the class with all of her friends.  Not that all of her friends like her as much as she liked them.  It didn’t matter.  What did matter is that she got to spend time with Mr. F.

Francis Joseph Falliafico was the newest Vocal teacher at the Performing Arts Academy.  Morgan also thought he was the cutest.  Morgan first had his class in the ninth grade.  Right away sparks flew.  Many described Mr. F., as someone who still lived in his mom’s basement, playing with action figures instead of keeping them in the box.

Mr. F., had no stunning facial features or body type that would make him stand out in a crowd.  While he was an exceptional Vocal Teacher, there really wasn’t much more to him than his five-foot eight frame, nerdy glasses and hair I’m certain was washed at least once a week.  Mr. F., even cleverly sported the acne on his face that clearly never escaped him from puberty.

Morgan loved this about him and more.  She would even go so far as to refer to him as Francis in class. All through the ninth grade, Morgan would remain after class to have Mr. F., look over her notes.  The two would talk and giggle during the conversation.  Mr. F., always picked Morgan first to go to the smartboard and annotate lines of music projected on the screen.  Of course there were times when other students in the class complained about the obvious favoritism.  Mr. F., during those instances, merely asked Morgan if she would allow another student to annotate at the smartboard.  Morgan usually consented.

In the tenth grade, Morgan’s love for Mr. F., truly blossomed.  Through emails and online chat rooms, Mr. F and Morgan would discuss how to make the class “better”.  Morgan even suggested a new seating arrangement in the class that allowed Mr. F., to be closer to her in times of need.  She even suggested that the flow of the class be arranged that no matter what activity was going on in class, Morgan would have to closely pass him.  Some students did complain.  Mr. F., went on to explain that some students possess Personal Education Plans and that these plans are designed to meet the needs of induvial students and the needs of the class as a whole.  “I am not at liberty to discuss who does and does not have one of these plans in place,” Mr. F would say. Under their breath, many other students decried the statement as bullshit.

In the eleventh grade, Morgan really felt as though Mr. F., was returning her love.  Over the past summer he spent countless hours with her talking in chat rooms.  They even had a few rendezvous near the beach two counties south from where they both lived.  Her good friend, Apreel Doorstop, asked if anything had “happened,” while they were at the beach.  Morgan of course could neither confirm nor deny anything had happened.  Apreel thought it was cute that Morgan had found her true love.  Apreel was constantly on the lookout for her next conquest.  She was only a year old that Morgan.  Apreel’s mom was the kind of mom that loved to hit the bars at night.  Mom would leave the house most nights of the week in high heels, short skirts and kabuki make-up hoping to land her the big fish that would give her and Apreel the life they deserved.  Apreel loved her mother dearly.  Apreel went to school every day dressed exactly how her momma showed her.

The eleventh grade was also a special year for students at the Performing Arts Academy.  Junior at the school were transported all the way to Nebraska for a talent competition involving every performing arts school in the country.  Only teachers and students allowed on the trip.  Any other parents or adult supervision with them in Nebraska was not there on any official capacity.  Mr. F., would be there as would the other vocal and acting instructors.  All dance instructors were left behind at school.  They had their own national competitions.  All-in-all there would only be four teachers in Nebraska – and each of them clearly had their favorites, who would occupy time primping over.  Morgan was free to spend time with Mr. F., out in the open, in another state, like they were a real couple.

There were some crazy moments during the competition.  Especially when some school was using special effects during a performance.  It was during these times that Morgan and Mr. F., would sneak off and share a kiss.  Nebraska would go on to be their most favorite place in the whole wide world.  It was the first place they would ever kiss and the first place he would touch her so passionately that she knew they were going to be together forever.

Things weren’t so rosy for Morgan when the class returned from the trip.  One young lady claimed to have spotted Morgan and Mr. F., kissing in Nebraska.  Two other young ladies came forward with stories of misconduct between Morgan and Mr. F.  To Morgan, she was being bullied by all of these mean girls who couldn’t understand how deep a love she felt for Mr. F.  Morgan decided it was time to enlist the help of her lawyer father and politically connected mother.  Morgan would not allow any one or any thing to stand in her way of true love.  There was no way she was going to travel the lonely road destined to be Apreel Doorstop’s.  Apreel was destined to become something short of a used-up male ejaculation depository.  There was no way Morgan was going to allow that to happen to her.  Even though Apreel was in the twelfth grade, there were many fellow students and current faculty at the Performing Arts Academy that floated an idea that Apreel had, “more seamen in her than the United States Navy,” based on all the new boyfriend pictures of older men she posted online.  Again something she learned from her mother.  Apreel’s mom acknowledged the amount of blowing that was going on in her life across her social media page, many referred to Apreel’s mom as the Air Force.    “No,” not a single person was going to think that way about her, Morgan decided.

“Daddy, some kids at school are bullying me,” Morgan said to her powerful lawyer daddy.

“That’s terrible my dear,” he said.

Then mom chimed in:  “You give me the names of all those mean girls I will speak with the principal first thing in the morning.”

“That’s right dear,” her father said.  “You give your mom, all the names she needs.  I’ll take a look at the books.  I’m certain there’s a law I can use – aside from manipulating all of the bullying statues that are meant to keep actual victims safe.”

Morgan told them everything.  She told them how she and Mr. F., have fallen madly in love and can’t wait until she graduates so that they can be together.  Mom thought it was the most romantic story ever told.  Morgan’s dad got tears in his eyes over the telling.  Neither Morgan’s mother or father were not going to deny their daughter her fairy tale chance at a successful story of forbidden love.

So it went:  The following morning Morgan’s mother and father went down to the school and spoke with the principal. The names of three girls in Morgan’s vocal class with Mr. F., were identified as the ones who did the majority of bullying in the class.  Morgan’s father did a brilliant job of extrapolating a multitude of laws and statutes he presented as being broken by the three girls and mostly by the school’s administration for failing to protect his daughter against the tyranny that, “these young ladies perpetrated against my child.  My only child.” 

Morgan’s mother continued the steamroller.  “I can certainly put you in contact with not one but a multitude of women’s rights groups that I’m certain would be interested in speaking out against this school and your administration for not interceding when this is a clear cut case of bullying.”

The principal and the aging superintendent couldn’t agree more with what Morgan’s parents had to say.  The principal, in classic “KAREN” fashion, hauled the three girls Morgan named as her attackers into the main office and proceeded to publicly berate the young ladies for what they had done.  Each was a bit confused by the public lashing. When the principal finally revealed to the three girls what they were being accused of, the three young ladies attempted to plead with the principal, “If you just listen we can prove what’s going on here isn’t right,” said one of the girls.  Each tried spouting out proof and instances as matter of pleading their case before the court. “Morgan is the one doing the bullying here.” The girl said to her accusers. 

The principal wasn’t having it. To call Morgan, the bully when she was the real victim was all the principal had to hear.  The three girls were told that they were going to be put on in-school suspension for three days.  Official charges would be announced upon completion of the sentence.  Failure to complete the sentence would result in expulsion from the school.  Again, official charges woulbe announced at the date of the expulsion hearing.

The parents of the three girls being charged were outraged.  They heard what their children had to say and believed that this disciplinary action was wrong.  Again, the three girls and now their parents decried, “Morgan is playing the system to get what she wants.”  Again, the rebuttal fell upon deaf ears.

In the twelfth grade, Morgan now had the opportunity to devote all of her energy to Mr. F.  By now in class she openly referred to him as Francis.  Anyone who attempted to correct this pattern of behavior was met with an icy glare.  The glare was a reminder.  “You want to spend three days in in-school suspension for bullying me?”  Not many people were willing to go down that road.  Every senior, during their final year at The Performing Arts Academy has the opportunity to grab quite a few scholarship opportunities.  The Performing Arts Academy receives millions in donations each year to be used for students’ higher learning objectives.  However, in stereotypical KAREN fashion, the principal has final decision over to whom the money goes.  The three young ladies in Morgan’s vocal class, despite high grade point averages; despite actively engaging in community service; despite having family working within the school district never received a dime in scholarship money.  After each of the girls finished their in-school suspensions, a formal charge of bullying was leveled against them – regardless that a formal investigation is the only way for that to happen.  The investigation never happened either.  The damage was done.  Morgan paid it no mind.  She herself received a few thousand dollars in scholarship money.  Morgan’s only concern was that she was graduating.  After she got that diploma she could openly be wit the man she loved for all these years now.

Mr. F., Francis expressed his anticipation for her coming graduation.  For a long time her told her about all the things they could do together once she was no longer a student of his.  Francis assured Morgan that all while he was away from her that he remained faithful to her and the life they would soon begin.

As planned, the years passed and Morgan and Francis were free to love and live the life they had always talked about during their quiet moments in class together, or after school when she walked around the corner and he was waiting by the bus stop.

Two years after graduation the couple was engaged. A year after that they were married.  Morgan boasts on her social media page that the couple were official during the same year she was a Freshman at The Performing Arts Academy.  Morgan had a brilliant tale of how she survived the bullying and was still able to make forbidden love work.

Around the same time as Morgan’s nuptials to Francis, the elderly superintendent of the district passes away.  His loss is briefly mourned.  The principals from the other school buildings n the district came to pay their respects. However, teacher turnout was few. The elderly superintendent was publicly proclaimed during a union negotiation that, “teachers don’t anything for their students – they just do it for the money.” The teachers who failed to show at his funeral all felt that perhaps he would have been more endeared if he didn’t feel the way he did. The elderly superintendent once forced a teacher to either come to work or take days unpaid because he had used up all of his sick time during his battle with cancer.  That teacher died shortly thereafter.  The superintendent couldn’t be bothered to show at his memorial.  

The principal of the Performing Arts Academy, she somehow was able to jump right over the acting assistant superintendent and score the top job for herself.  Upon hearing the news of her ascension to power, the rest of the school district threw out what little moral they had left and accepted that the fix was in.  The acting assistant superintendent was brand new to the district.  He replaced the outgoing one only two years prior.  The principal from the performing Arts Academy kept no secrets as to who and whom her high-powered friends were.  It was rumored that the acting assistant superintendent was only hired to be a “yes man” for the district.  The acting assistant superintendent’s job was to give the principals in each building whatever they wanted.  However, should a teacher ask, those inquiries were either investigated (not likely) or the assistant superintendent accepted whatever one-sided ruling a principal fed him (highly likely).

In one of the school district’s buildings, there was this man.  This man was known throughout the district as a troublemaker among the building principals.  This man never minced words or spoke in lies.  The truth can be brutal – depending how it’s delivered.  Some of this man’s fellow teachers called him bombastic for his brutal use of the truth.  A few of his colleagues even branded him a bully because of his methods for standing up to bullies.  A principal in a building other than the Performing Arts Academy once called this man a bully because he chose to stand up against the lies and false accusations presented as fact in an observation.

Those that loved this man did so proudly.  The many that cherished his friendship welcomed his strength.  Around the time the principal of The Performing Arts Academy was accepting her new position, this man was handed a piece of information.  The information this man was handed came from a parent who detailed all of what had gone on between Morgan and Mr. F.  The parent told him about the three girls who were placed in in-school suspension for having the courage to come forward yet branded bullies.  This man could accept that the adults in the district would treat him this way.  However, he could not allow students to be treated in such manner.

This man sought every bit of advice he could find as to how to proceed.  He knew once his allegations were reported, the newly minted superintendent, the former principal of the Performing Arts Academy would spare nothing to have him proven a threat – not to her but to the district.  The superintendent decided to turn the district this man loved so much against him.

She had this man removed from his position within the district.  The superintendent had this man branded a threat to the children of the district.  The superintendent claimed this man was going to blow up the very buildings he swore to protect.  The newly minted superintendent claimed that this man was going to shoot the heads off those who stood in his way.

At first Morgan’s father was the first to come forward and confront this man.  Morgan’s father had never had his own ass handed to him so fast by anyone else.  This man did.  With lightning speed this man extolled the laws and statues that stated, if Morgan’s father had indeed threatened legal action against the school which directly countered all of the Mandatory Reporting laws all teachers are subject to, then Morgan’s father engaged in prostituting his daughter out the vocal teacher during her time as a student.  If such a thing ever came close to a legal hearing, Morgan’s father could face being disbarred from ever practicing law again.

Morgan’s mother fiercely criticized this man.  She threatened this man with the strength of every county activist group she could throw at him.  This man welcomed the idea.  He felt that every activist group in the county would be the perfect forum to discuss his allegations and how much Morgan’s mother and father knew about it.  This man assured Morgan’s mother that her career in activism would go up in a ball hypocritical fire should it be discovered that she too had a hand in allowing a grown man to groom her daughter from freshman to fiancé.  She too backed out.

The newly minted superintendent called for her most powerful weapon.  Big Balls Bobby S., the county’s most feared lawyer.  Big Balls’ mommy had been an administrator in the district way back when, during the vocational district’s conception decades prior.  Big Balls unfortunately could make the cut grade wise in law school.  Thank God mommy had enough connection to secure him a gig as the school district’s lawyer.  From there Bobby was able to start his own firm and bleed the county dry.  He took state funds to prosecute any case the school district wanted handled with extreme prejudice.

Teachers and administrators alike in the district knew to fear the idea that Big Balls Bobby S., was on their case.  Especially if he was against you.  The newly minted superintendent sent Big Balls after this man.  This man accepted the challenge.

The war between Big Balls Bobby S., and this man went on for two years.  Big Balls Bobby S., had faced off against this man in the past.  Bobby S., came for his job then, and he was going to get it this time.  This man had no intention of letting that happen.  For two years the battle was waged in courtrooms of the county.  When the case wasn’t going exactly as planned for Big Balls, he decided to move the hearing venue to a shady motel he and a few of his less-than-reputable business partners owned.  Big Balls had his dirty legal hand in many an empire. The motel had a few conference rooms that local companies used for corporate events.  However, the majority of the hotel was used to house the washout Big Balls Bobby defended in court.  If Bobby’s clients had to sell everything they owned to pay his bill, then he’d cut them a break on the nightly motel rate until they could get back on their feet.  Other rooms were well-known to be rented by frisky office workers blowing off a little sexual tension after a long day of conferences.

Big Balls Bobby would go on to say that he never had to fight harder that against this man.  You see, this man beat Big Balls Bobby S., in every way possible.  The verdict never mattered once to this man – only the truth did. The truth did in fact come out.  Francis Joseph Falliafico was headed to the penal colony located on the rim of the Wormwood Asteroid Field.   He was sentenced to one tour (four years) asteroid crew duty.  That sentence meant that he was going to be one of only very few convicts wide awake for the entire trip between Earth and the Asteroid field. He was sentenced an additional half rotation (2 years) for crossing state lines to engage in an illicit affair with a minor.  He was then given 10 years, upon his return to the penal colony, of hard labor for the sexual manipulation of a minor while acting on behalf of a school system.  He received ten more years hard labor for the statutory rape of a minor. 

The one thing this man knew more than any other was the dislike convicts have for anyone branded a child molester.  CHOMO is the terms used among inmates to identify child sex offenders in the joint.  This man made certain that every convict, every inmate, every guard he could reach knew that Francis Joseph Falliafico was a CHOMO. 

Morgan’s daddy was disbarred from ever practicing law in this part of the galaxy or any other. Morgan’s mother was discredited  and removed from each and every one of her activist positions within the community for her role in covering up Mr. F., sexual abuse of her daughter.  The entire Encanta family attempted to play the victim to Mr. F.’s evil ways.  The three young ladies who served in-school suspension put an end to that.  The story from each of the girls was enough to convince several community boards that Morgan was the bully.

The principal of the Performing Arts Academy was stripped of her new title as superintendent.  She was investigated and found guilty of impeding the investigation launched by this man.  Her sentence wouldn’t see her sent to the asteroid penal colony.  No, instead the state informed the newly minted superintendent that her pension was now forfeit to the state.  All business contracts her husband enjoyed through the district would henceforth be cancelled and annulled immediately.  All family members working within the school district would be encouraged to remove themselves from employment or face investigation. It was like rats fleeing a sinking ship.

No one would ever know this: 

Somewhere in outer space between the planet Pluto and the Orion Nebula, “Oh, Franny…the guards are sleeping.  It’s just you and me.”  Francis Joseph Falliafico knew exactly what that meant.  He hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom in days without blood in his stool.  This voice was different from last night’s.  The voice from last night wanted nothing to do with his anus.  Francis gagged just thinking about the taste of seamen.  The guy had his thumb in Francis’ eye the entire time.  The moment the cock behind the voice was deep inside Francis’ mouth it said, “If I feel so much as the slightest bit of pain during this, I will pop your eye like a zit, you hear me CHOMO?” Francis nodded.  At this second he started nodding again, answering tonight’s voice.  “Franny, I’m gonna fuck your fanny.”  Tonight’s voice laughed a deep hard sinister laugh.  “I kinda like the way that sounds,”  Tonight’s voice was singing the words like a country western song, “Franny…I’m gonna fuck your fanny – Franny.”  And that’s how it went for a very long time.  A different voice each night.  There were times spent in the infirmary, but then it was right back to business the moment he got out.  “Been waitin on ya good looking,” they would sneer.  Francis Joseph Falliafico learned new meanings to being anal retentive. Because of the internal organ damage done by the repeated raping, Francis Joseph Falliafico was a dead man walking.  His anus and large intestine were no longer capable of functioning.  His blood levels from the amount of infection already registered high levels of sepsis.  Bowel movements were rendered impossible by the never-ending insertion of foreign matter into the rectal cavity.  Worst of it all, no one informed Francis Joseph Falliafico or the flight crew that Francis Joseph Falliafico was to have served his entire sentence in suspended animation due to the risk of harm from other inmates.  Seems the orders were disrupted in transmission during a brief solar storm.  “Ain’t that a pain in the ass,” The guards had themselves a laugh at that one. 

Apreel Doorstop received no punishment for her involvement in the entire affair.  She would live out her entire life labeled and ridiculed.  Apreel Doorstop threaten quite a few with, “Open your mouth and I will roast you like a pig.”  Roasted pig heads became a constant gift on her front lawn.