The sleepy pig farming village in north Yorkshire sat squared on the beck as it was called with a narrow stone bridge spanning it for the bulk of the traffic that passed through. Vehicles had to stop to allow who was first there to cross. The bridge was adjacent to the only garage for miles around, whose chief mechanic was known as a bum boy. Derek knew what that meant and knew that the kids were warned not to go near him. It was unlikely he would, not having a vehicle and living in a slightly more sophisticated world being a school teacher and also being of a none homosexual nature or queer as they were called then.

The trip to school was via a bus over a two mile journey to the next small village with about twelve children getting on with Derek and other adults as the bus carried onto its ultimate destination, a market town and in return to a large industrial town, with about 14 miles between them.

Marina Wall, one of twelve children living in a three bedroom council house, Kathleen Snowdrop the village shop owner's daughter and Maureen Gill a wealthy farmer's daughter were some of the passengers Derek would chat to. Mr Chapman the policeman arrived as a replacement for Mr Penny who had transferred somewhere else, so Mr Chapman's daughter Beryl, Bulky Beryl as the boys typically and cruelly called her, for she was a chubby - no waist, tall girl for her twelve years was a passenger too.

Derek being twenty nine and single was well regarded in the village, being born and bred there, both his parents dying and leaving him comfortable in a detached house and a large garden. He would let rooms to lodgers and these paid for a gardener to keep the place tidy. Occasionally if he was lucky and got a girl as lodger, he took great pleasure in raiding her room and finding her underwear, sniffing the dirty ones and peeping on her in the bath through a hole he made between his room and the bathroom. The hole was easily covered if he had a male lodger.

His sexual satisfaction was achieved with wanking while peeping, cumming in the dirty knickers or by devouring sex magazines called Spick and Span which featured censored pictures of nude women where their vagina and hair would be blanked over, but the tits were things he liked best. Sometimes he bought an American specialist nudist magazine called Jaybird which showed the full genitalia and pubic hair of both sexes, This had an offshoot publication called Sun Children which featured kids of all ages in full nudist life style. He liked those too.

Derek would hang out with the young men of the village, most of whom he had grown up with. Some worked on the many farms, others were local builders and jobbing trades, others had got more educated and worked in the towns in professional employment. Apart from forming football and cricket teams they would use The Black Bull pub and otherwise congregate on the bridge over the beck and chat.

In winter nights when they did this, they relied on their cigarettes to produce momentary flickers of light as there were no public services, so the hub of the village was pitch black. For mischief and through boredom, the men and boys would gang up and assault the young girls who had to pass over the bridge, groping tits and fannies, which was not easy, either from the many hand trying the same thing or trying to penetrate country winter underwear.

Not one of the girls ever raised a complaint and whilst they wrestled and fought, they never screamed. They seemed to know it was "harmless" fun and they would not get fucked. Marina Wall being fourteen was a prime target, being of earthy poor stock, her father a dustbin man, but mainly because she had well developed tits and Derek would go for those most times, just cruelly squeezing them hard in the short time the assaults took place. The darkness veiled the many identities, so the fact that her school teacher was feeling her up never came to light. Marina was easy to identify, because her brother was one of the gang and advised them she would be returning from Girl Guides, the same time every week.

On the bus the following morning he would ogle Marina, knowing her had grasped her bosom only hours before and now they were ensconced in a brassiere, that could be seen straining beneath her white school shirt.

The annual village pantomime was approaching and Derek was a major player in coaching the children in their roles as he had specialities in English and drama, but he was purely an assistant to a very dominant Mrs Armitage who was head mistress and her husband Jim who was the PE teacher who supervised the stage and props.

To be continued