Dirty Little Cindy

Written by Euphoria

I've taught 4th grade for 15 years. I'm comfortable doing that. I did a short stretch in a high school, but it wasn't for me. I didn't like the students.

The average age of a 4th grader is 8.5. It's the perfect age. For me, at least. The girls, in particular, can be very sweet and loving. They're no longer babies, but they're not even close to teenagers - and the attitude that brings - either. They have a purity about them. And a deep sense of trust.

I found Cindy Levine crying outside the girls' bathroom. She explained, as tears flowed, that the other girls and boys had been calling her "Stinky". They'd thrown soap at her and wrapped her in toilet tissue. This had been going on for a month.

Cindy came from a poor, broken family. I'd met her mother, Esther, a couple of months earlier. She was a well-meaning, somewhat basic woman, but her husband had left her a long time ago and she'd had a succession of drunken womanizers ever since. Esther Levine was nobody's idea of a MILF, but there was a rough, white trash sensuality about her. In her prime, she would have attracted men like flies.

Fortunately, Cindy had been blessed with a blonde, pageant girl appearance, a slim, tight little body, and skin like whipped cream. Her lips were generous for one of 8.5 years, and her eyes lit you up without trying.

Did Cindy's classmates have reason to call her Stinky? Unfortunately, yes. For the last two weeks, the water had stopped flowing at the Levine residence, so Cindy wasn't bathing or showering. Her mother was rarely home, and when she was, she was usually busy cooking suppers for her string of drunken suitors. As a result, Cindy got ignored big time.

"I don't like being called Stinky," she bawled. "I don't like it at all."

"They're just mean," I told her. "You don't want to listen to them."

A couple of days later, I found Cindy in tears again. She'd been pushed into a puddle of mud and was soaking wet. School had gotten out an hour earlier, so I offered to drive her home. On the way, I remembered that the water had run dry at the Levine estate.

"Would you like to have shower at my house?' I asked Cindy as she sobbed into her hand.

She looked up at me with sweet, droopy, tear-filled eyes and nodded. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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