I hate these types of stories... Why?
1) Where the fuck were these teachers when I was in school? All my "female" teachers (I use that term loosely because one could safely argue a few of them WEREN'T), looked like Jack Palence.
2) Agree. These kids weren't "victims".
3) If these kids opened up their mouths, they're fucking morons. Shut up and keep the gravy train rolling... Had this woman decided to "abuse" me, I wouldn't say a fucking word and kept the "benefits" comin'... "Oh, abuse me teach, PLEASE! I've been bad!"