Week Six

One evening, about six weeks after I arrived at the school, I was working late and went down the empty halls towards the storage room in the basement. Demetri, the night custodian had the lights on and was looking at pictures in a filing cabinet that was tucked away behind the barrel of floor cleaner. I said hello to him. He closed the drawer and nodded at me.

The next day I arrived early - way before the other staff - and went to the storage room in the basement. I was surprised to find the door unlocked, but then most of the doors were unlocked. I felt like a spy as I closed the door behind me before pulling the string to the ceiling light. The top drawer of the filing cabinet was not closed all the way. This was the drawer that was open the other night when Demetri saw me and put something away quickly.

I opened the drawer. It was full of manila envelopes - the kind that tied with a string and could be reused. It was what they called an 'inner-office' mail envelope that had rows of lines where you could forward documents within the school or orphanage system. There were about thirty envelopes in the top drawer. Some were much thicker than others. I thought it was probably school files of some sort.

There was scratched out writing on the top lines of the first envelope until the name, "Alya" I flicked through the next dozen envelopes. Alya was followed by Aleksandra, then Anya, Antonina (Tonya), Galya, Katya, Lena, Liza, Evgenie (Zhenya), Elizaveta (Liza), Inessa, Inna, Irina, Julia (Yulya)... and so on - in alphabetical order according to the proper name. I picked one - Ekatrina. I pulled it out and opened it, unwrapping the string that was looped around the little cardboard ring on the back. I flipped up the top and looked inside. There were a dozen or so pictures of Ekatrina, who we called Katya, a little blond girl who had been adopted just the month before. The first picture showed the eleven year old just like when I had first met her with at the beginning of the school year - on my very first roster of students. In the first picture she was cute but somewhat dirty and unkempt with raggedy clothes. The next pictures showed her at a make-up table after a haircut. I remembered when she got that haircut three weeks earlier. She came back to school with her hair done and was wearing make-up. At the time I thought the transformation was amazing - a marvelous improvement. She looked so much prettier and older than the ragamuffin who left my classroom with the charm school teachers.

In the next picture she was not wearing a shirt while someone was applying make-up under her left eye. Ekatrina's breasts were just beginning to develop - puffy, pink nipples on very small mounds of white flesh. The next series of pictures depicted the full metamorphosis to beautiful, young girl. She was smiling into the camera. Three pictures later she was wearing the craziest outfit I had ever seen, on a photo set that was just as crazy as her outfit. Over the last six photos Ekatrina went from fully clothed in that exotic outfit to a fully nude shot of her from behind as she posed on her elbows and knees. She was nude except for the high heels and lacy ankle socks. Ekatrina was bent slightly so she could look back and smile at the camera. The last picture showed a close-up of Ekatrina's open pussy and ass. I could see a smear of whitish sexual excitement beginning to ooze out of her vagina.

Before putting the last picture back in the big envelope I noticed that her inner lips were tiny, as if her labia weren't fully formed yet. She was hot and sexy in those photos, not at all like the shy girl who was in my class that first week of school. I wondered where she went and who adopted her.

Before closing the drawer I fingered through the other stack of envelopes - thirty at least, and some of them were much thicker, containing stacks of photos.

I had to close the drawer and go get a box of chalk to take back to my classroom, in case anyone wondered what I was doing in there. Something told me I should be cautious.