At the very end of the school year, I'd caught wind of rumors that Mr. Jones was having an affair with a student. Time spent talking with Jackie coupled with the occasional ride home (despite a number of other students and parents who'd done the same) got people talking ridicuously. The rumor was serious enough, though, that the principal looked into it... he saw there was no evidence for such a damaging claim, and dismissed the issue. My summary evaluation for the school year was glowing. In May, I wound up with enough cash that I bought a used Pontiac from one of my students, and I was once again mobile.
After graduation, Jackie came over to my apartment for a visit to let me know how her night was the night before. (It was not entirely unusual... she had been over twice before. Other students had come as well... some guys had come over to show off a car they were working on... another came to show off some pictures he'd taken.) But this one visit ended up taking an ugly turn. Someone in our neighborhood thought it strange to have this vehicle by my apartment and called the police, saying they were suspicious. The police took the license plate of the car, traced it, and contacted the owner... Jackie's dad. He was livid, accusing me of messing around with his daughter, threatened to do anything he could to get me kicked out of my teaching position, then he would "take care of" me, personally.
Needless to say, it was a very uncomfortable beginning to my summer.