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Chapter Eight

I wanna be bad
You make that look so good
I've got things on my mind
I never thought I would

I wanna be bad
You make that feel so good
I'm losing all my cool
I'm about to break the rules
I wanna be bad

Helen sang at the top of her lungs as she pulled her purple Mustang into the college parking lot. With a smug smile she headed towards the administration building. She had to have a very important talk with her stepfather, Dean Williams.

Even as busy as he was, the Dean held a constant smile. The school year was shaping up beautifully. The staff and students were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the first music festival of the year. With Howie Dorough as part of the faculty, tickets had never sold faster.

Interrupting his pleasant thoughts was the voice of Ms. Petersen, his secretary. Her voice rang out clearly from the intercom. "Your stepdaughter, Helen, is here to see you Dean Williams."

"Oh, yes of course. Send her in." he said cheerfully, reclining in his office chair.

Dean Williams couldn't help but think back to the day that he had met Helen's mother, Ashley. She had been a wealthy, single woman attached to the arm of one of his colleagues. It had been love at first sight.

Of course Helen had always made a point to cause trouble. Her school records were horrible. Both the Dean and Ashley had realized that the only college that Helen would ever be accepted into was Anderson Community College and only because of the Dean's authority.

Maybe she's ready to grow up and accept me.

"Hello Bill." Helen said tersely, taking a seat in one of the plush leather chairs across from his desk.

"Helen! It's so nice to see you." Dean Williams said was a bright smile.

Dammit. I just want to wipe that smile right off that face.

"What brings you to my little office?"

"I've come to talk to you about Elizabeth Montgomery." she said stretching out like a panther.

"Elizabeth Montgomery?"

"Yes." Helen said through gritted teeth. "She's in my vocal class. Howie Dorough is the instructor."

"Oh now I recognize the name. She has one of the solo spots for the upcoming music festival."

Trying to keep her temper, Helen’s eyes squinted as she clutched the arms of her chair a little tighter.

"My peers and I have a few suspicions about her." she said trying to sound casual. She couldn't let her hatred show.

"Suspicions? Like what? Is she like that French Vanilla Ice? Is she lip-synching her way to the top?"

Get out of the 80's Bill.

"No." she said, forcing a fake laugh. "We believe that she may be influencing the teacher by other means than vocally."

"What are you implying Helen?" the Dean said, slowly loosing his smile.

"We believe that Elizabeth Montgomery may be giving sexual favors to Mr. Dorough to get ahead."

"Helen do you know how serious this implication is? If it isn't true it could seriously embarrass not only the student but also that of a man who is doing us a great favor by teaching here."

"But daddy..." Helen started. She had never called him daddy before. "It's not only me. Almost the whole class believes it."

"Rumors don't stop after you graduate high school. There are just as many if not more drifting along college campuses." the Dean pointed out gently. He couldn't help but smile as he said it.

She called me daddy.

"That's not the only reason why I believe it's true. I was...I was walking along the beach last night and happened to past Professor Dorough's house. It just so happens that Elizabeth Montgomery was there." she said. Her voice dripped off deadly sweetness.

"She was? Well then..." Dean Williams paused as he thought about it. "I'll look into Helen. Thank you." he added softly.

Planting a kiss on his cheek, Helen turned around and walked out. The minute she slid into her car her face brightened with a triumphant smile.

"Bye bye Elizabeth Montgomery."

Hello Howie Dorough.