Crime & Punishment

A long time ago, far, far away in Jalan McConechy (sapa tahu ni kat mana?) when I was still a young boy who frolicked my days happily - an innocent in a kindergarten in that peaceful gomen housing estate.

It wasn't one of those fancy Montessori schools that parents pay through their nose for nowadays but rather a neighbourhood kindergarten run by three sisters.

Being naughty children we would get into trouble once in a while. I remember vividly one of the most effective threats that the teacher used on the class joker.

"Ramesh, if I catch you again one more time, I'll put you under my skirt!"

And peace reigned for the rest of the day.

Nowadays I wonder what it was that Ramesh was really frightened of. Was it the general idea of being close to the very core of the female ideal? Or was it the teacher herself who was no great beauty herself?

Was her threat, in turn, a sublimation of her greatest hidden desire? To have a man permanently parked between her legs, under her skirts, hidden from sight, free to do whatever he wants to do (or rather, to do what she wants him to want to do)?

That threat had always puzzled me. I had sincerely hoped that if I was a good boy, the youngest teacher (also the prettiest sister) would pull me under her skirts and keep me there until it was time to go home.

Or until I pass out anyway.

Somehow that remained a unfulfilled fantasy to this day.