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Charlie Moore was not a good man. Charlie Moore was not an honest man. He was not a kind man. Nor was he in any way respectable. In fact, Charlie Moore wasn’t even his real name.
But Charlie Moore had a history. One he had to run from. People were after him. People just as bad as him. Some were worse. And it had taken every favor he’d saved up over the years to secure himself the position he had now.
He’d blackmailed, bribed, and bargained his way out of Houston and up into the mountains of Pennsylvania, as far from his old partners as possible.
There, he used up a good portion of his cash to buy himself a new identity.
His old name was gone. A death was faked, and his old identity was no more. As far as anyone in the world needed to know from then on, he was Charlie Moore, and he had always been Charlie Moore.
He did not care what had happened to the real Charlie Moore. All he knew was that he needed a particular type of person whose identity he could steal.
Someone with no family. Someone with no friends. Someone new in the area. Someone with similar credentials as his that could allow him access to jobs. Ideally, someone close to his age, so he could look the part of how he was expected to look. It was not easy to find such a person.
The real Charlie Moore, whoever he had been, fit the bill.
And so, the new Charlie Moore took over.
It had taken a lot of money to get it all done right, but it had been worth every penny.
Because the new Charlie Moore didn’t just want to escape his past. That would have been easy. It would have cost a lot less money to just buy an unchartered plane out of Texas and into a country where his partners had no reach. Somewhere in eastern Europe probably. That would have been a lot easier and cheaper.
But he didn’t want to just escape.
Because he didn’t want to let go of his past. He just wanted to escape the consequences.
Because ultimately, Charlie Moore is not a good man.
And Charlie Moore had certain desires he wanted satisfied.
He wanted a life that would give him access to the same luxuries he’d gotten used to in Texas. Not the money or the houses or the food, he could live without all of that. No, there was one particular luxury Charlie Moore could not live without.
The girls.
Young ones especially. He had a thing for tweens most of all. Teenagers were okay. He wouldn’t usually go younger than four or five. But tweens were the most delicious treasure of all. And he wanted to keep enjoying them.
So, the real Charlie Moore had just moved to Stroudsburg to take an English teacher job at a local private middle school. Helen Dalton’s School for Girls.
It was an old school. A prestigious one. Very high achieving school. Those kinds of schools, on the surface, had this veneer of idealism and grace, but so often, there was a deeper underbelly of neglect and disrepair. Parents who were too rich to actually bother parenting. Kids who were stressed out and needed escapes. Teachers who genuinely could not care less.
And from what his contacts in Pennsylvania told him, Dalton’s was one of the worst in that regard. It was worse than public schools when it came to drug usage and teen pregnancies. Despite it being all girls. There was so much happening there, what would it matter if one more pedophile found their way into the school?
Hell, for all he knew, the real Charlie Moore was also a pedophile. There was nobody around to tell him otherwise.
This was the life that the new Charlie Moore had chosen. What he wanted. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy, but he knew that in this new city, so far away from his old partners, he had a chance to start over. Not to abandon who he was. But to not have the burden of all of his past decisions weighing down on him.
He could continue to be depraved and evil without having to worry about his partners or debt collectors or police coming for his head every time he entered a building.
Who he was before was dead. There was no changing that.
He was Charlie Moore now.
And Charlie Moore was going to fuck as many middle school girls as he wanted. Nobody was going to stop him.