Beat the gym teacher to it
My daughter came to talk to me late one night, and told me her teacher had been touching her. I wasn’t standing for that. It was just after 9pm, I finished cleaning up, locking the doors and turning off the lights downstairs before making my way up the stairs to my room, I sat down on the edge of my bed and untied my shoes when there was a knock on my bedroom door, it was my daughter, Victoria, standing in the doorway barefoot wearing her pink nightshirt. “Daddy, can I talk to you, please?” she asked. She looked a bit nervous, “Sure, come here, princess.” I replied, tapping the bed at my side for her to come and sit beside me, “What’s up?” I asked. “Do you know Mr Leeman, from school…” She asked. …