An explanation for the title: when I was a boy, at the back of some of the children's books I read, I saw advertised the titles: What Katie Saw and What Katie Saw Next. From the titles, I assumed that these must be girls' books, and misogynist that I am that immediately made them unpalatable. But voyeur that I am, the notion of Katie seeing something was intriguing. So, although I never actually read the books, to misquote Flaubert, I would maintain that "Katie, c'est moi."
The balding little pervie English teacher wearily went to the door of his classroom as the bell for the changing of classes rang. He had been enjoying his so called planning period reading esoteric high literary porn by Swinburne. But all good things must come to an end, and it was now time for changing of classes, and the principal insisted that teachers stand at their doors to stop the high school kids from acting up.
Right outside, the perv's homeroom were the junior lockers. Jennifer Watson a pretty little WASP was standing beside her locker talking to Oscar Ramirez, a slender Hispanic boy, fair skinned, oily black hair, the beginnings of a beard. Cute, babyish sensitive features (more sensitive and delicate the perv would maintain that the brassy good looks of Jennifer).
Oscar rather clumsily embraced Jennifer, in part for the benefit of the boys walking down the hall. "PIG, PIG," cried out the perv in half warning, half mocking tones.
The Catholic school had a rule in its handbook banning what it described as "PDAs," public displays of affection. The perv found it very hard to call out PDA: a) He found it shockingly hypocritical to pretend that he was against public or private displays of affection. b) As an English teacher, he found the term appallingly ugly. Someone with no ear for language had devised it. So, he compromised by calling out "PIG" instead, and indeed for the perv the weird practices of breeders did seem slightly porcine.
Oscar and Jennifer drew apart. The perv reflected that Jennifer's waspy parents would be horrified to know that their precious daughter had the hots for a Hispanic. However liberal you were in Texas, the barrier between whites and Hispanics was still pretty strong. But then probably part of the attraction of Oscar for Jennifer was precisely that she was doing something forbidden.
Oscar made some half flirtatious joke about Jennifer to a passing male friend, ending it with the usual "Fool." For some reason, Hispanic ghetto talk ended with the term of endearment, "fool." The perv found it puzzling but a bit of a turn of.
"Oscar!" squealed Jennifer pretending to be insulted. She swung back her thick hardback anthology of British literature and swatted Oscar on his ass. The boys at the school wore khaki chinos. Oscar's cute well articulated ass was nicely molded by those chinos, and there was a satisfying "crack" as book made contact with Hispanic ass.
"Oh, man!" protested Oscar, grinning ruefully (pretty little gleaming white teeth), wriggling his ass, and with one delicate hand stroking his behind.
The perv was very aware of the triangular dynamics: Jennifer who had not yet gauged that the perv was not interested in her was half flirting with him in spanking Oscar. She was also, of course, flirting with Oscar and any boy within viewing distance in the hall. Oscar, with the typical pan_s_e_x_ual instincts of an adolescent boy, would never consciously acknowledge this, but at some level he was aware of the hungry look of the perv, and the exaggerated grimace of pain, the exaggerated wriggle of the tush were all designed for maximum perv pleasure. And the perv was aware that the experience of being outside looking in, the ability to imaginatively be the hard covered book making contact with delicate chino covered ass, the ability simultaneously to be the dominatrix girl whupping Oscar, and even to some extent to imagine Oscar's stinging pain behind while his _c_o_c_k_ rose in front. All of this was delightful. What Katie Saw was almost as pleasurable as What Katie Did at home and would certainly provide much ammunition for Katie Would Do at Home with his hairy little hand and his stubby little _c_o_c_k_.