Chapter 13

When they pulled out of the parking lot, they were headed in our direction. I breathed a sigh of relief. Beth stayed about two blocks behind them. <Bonnie, I'm going to cut the bastard's balls off if he kisses you again, > I told her.

<You are not! Michael Allen Green you will behave yourself and carry through with this plan, or I will disown you. I don't like it any more than you do, but I'm putting down my gag reflex to get the job done. Don't let your petty jealousy cause this to fail.>

<I'm sorry Bonnie. It's just that I know what a slime ball he is, and I don't like to see you put in this position.>

<You think he's a slime ball? You should be reading his mind like I am. He's imagining how big my nipples are and what my pussy looks like right now. He thinks I'm a sure thing. By the way, the bastard has VD. He doesn't know what variety because he's afraid of going to the doctor. He just knows his dick burns and itches and it hurts to pee. He's not going to let that stop him from trying to stick it to me though.>

<Oh God! Be careful Bonnie.>

<I will Sweety. I don't plan to let him get it anywhere near me. I just turned on the tape recorder. I think we're almost at Smittering Point.>

<Bonnie, we're going to be listening through your ears and watching through your eyes from now on. Is that okay?>

<Welcome in gang. I hope this doesn't make you guys as sick as it does me, > Bonnie said.

They pulled in about three spaces down from us. There was a pickup truck with a topper between us and them. When Beth and Missy arrived, they went on past us and parked a couple of spaces on past Bonnie.

"Well beautiful, here we are," Jim said. How do you like Smittering Point?"

"It's nice out here, Jim. Do you come out here often?"

"No doll. I've only been here a couple of times. I'm shy and don't date much."

"A nice looking guy like you? I can't imagine you not dating."

"Well, you know I went out with Missy. I've seen you with her. I guess I'm just a little inexperienced and she came on a little strong. I think she thought I was trying to rape her or something."

"Missy is a pussy. She is scared of her shadow and wouldn't know a real man if she saw one."

"So you think I'm a real man?"

"Absolutely. I think you're a real sexy man."

Jim was kissing her but Bonnie talked to us during the whole thing. It made it a little easier to take. <Yuck! This poor bastard thinks he knows how to kiss. This is sickening. Oh fuck the prick just made a grab for my left tit. I pushed his hand away but he'll be right back. I'm trying to break it off, but he keeps hanging on. Reminds me of a leach.>

"Oh Jim. That was so nice. I think we should get to know each other a little better before you play with my breasts though."

"What's to know doll? I know you are a beautiful babe and you said I'm a handsome guy. What else do we need to know?"

He pulled Bonnie to him and started kissing her again. <Yuck! The bastard tried to stick his tongue down my throat. I bit the shit out of it.>

"What'd you do that for, bitch? I thought you liked me."

"I do like you Jim, I just want to take it easy."

"You just made a big mistake cunt. I don't take that kind of shit from no bitch."

"So I was beautiful now I'm a bitch and a cunt? I think you'd better take me home Jim."

"I'm gonna take you all right. I'm gonna take your cunt. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't see straight."

"Let go of me Jim. I'm not going to fuck you. In fact I'm not going to go out with you again."

"We'll see about that, bitch. When I get through fucking your pretty pussy you ain't gonna ever want anyone else."

"But Jim, I don't want you to fuck me!"

"I don't care what you want cunt. I want to fuck you and I don't care if you want it or not."

<I think it's time you guys showed up now, > Bonnie said. <He's starting to hurt me.>

I was out of the car before she'd even started to say anything. As I ran toward his car I could see Beth and Missy scrambling out of theirs. I had his door open before he even realized I was there. I grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him out. He landed face up, and Beth kicked him in the side before he fully came to rest.

I hit him in the nose and blood splattered. He grabbed my wrist just as Beth kicked him in the side of the head. He was out like a light. I doubt he even felt the kick Sharon gave him to his left hip.

We helped Bonnie out of the car and over to the Suburban. We left Butterman laying on the ground beside his car.

Bonnie wasn't hurt, except her pride. He had torn her blouse and had tried to pull off her bra. We took her home and got her into a hot bath. While she was soaking, we played the recording and it was everything we hoped it would be. We made three copies of it and hid them in different places. I would be taking one of them to school tomorrow to play over the loud speaker system.

Who'd have thought it. Two nights in a row with no sex. Bonnie was in bed first, and I snuggled up to her. <Are you all right, Sweety, > I asked.

"I'm fine, Mike. I could have stopped him at any time, I just didn't want to do anything to him mentally because I didn't want him to be able to say something happened."

"I understand Sweety. It made you feel dirty, didn't it?"

"Yes it did Mike. Sex with you or with the girls is beautiful. I can understand why Missy is turned off toward sex. I know I sure don't feel like it tonight."

I lay there holding her until I felt someone slip in behind me. Two soft breasts pushed into my back and an arm went around my chest and pulled me closer.

"Bonnie my love, I'm going to turn over and give my wonderful fiance a goodnight kiss. Would you snuggle up to my back?"

"With pleasure."

I turned over and was surprised to see it wasn't Sharon snuggled up to me. Missy smiled and said, "I'm not your fiance, but I would like a kiss."

Sharon was smiling over Missy's shoulder at me so I did as Missy asked. I gave her a tender kiss and started to pull away. She put her hand behind my head to hold me there. The kiss went from engine idle to fire the afterburners in a matter of seconds. Mr. Friendly immediately stood up to be recognized, and Missy sighed when he pressed into her pubic hair.

When we finally broke apart, I said, "Wow!"

Missy said, "Wow!"

Sharon said, "Wow!"

Beth said, "That looked like fun. Can you spare one for your sister?"

I said, "I think one of those a night is about all I could take."

Missy giggled and Sharon said, "We'll see about that."

Sharon leaned over Missy and pulled me into one of her patented four alarm kisses. I'll swear my toes were still curled when I woke up the next morning.

Thursday, October 21, 1976

Oh God! A school day. Only a little over a week to go until I only had one class to attend. We finally got every one clean, dressed and fed and headed out. "Do you guys know what day this is?" I asked.

No one answered, so I told them. "This is the day Josh comes back to school."

"You're right," Sharon agreed. "Are we going to do it to him today?"

"I think we should. Has anyone been thinking about what class to have him do it in?"

"I have," Beth said. "He has English with Mrs. Frazier. I hate the bitch so I'd like to see him do it on her desk."

"I never really liked her either. Sounds good to me," I said.

"Ok Frazier's class it is. It's the first period after lunch for him," Beth informed us.

"I have one other question," I told them. "Does anyone have any idea how I can play this tape over the loud speakers?"

There was a lot of mumbling and a few half assed suggestions before Missy spoke up. "Bobbie Thompson works in the office and he has a crush on me. I think if I asked him nicely and hinted I might be willing to go out with him, he'd play it for me."

"Would he rat you out then when they come down on him?" Sharon asked.

"I don't think so, but if he did, I'd just deny it."

"I wiped all the finger prints off it and put it in an envelope and then in plastic bag," I told them. "There's no way they could trace it back to us."

"Okay, I'll ask him when we get there. I think he's in the office during second period. Would that be a good time?"

"Perfect," I said.

Bobbie Thompson did his job perfectly. The tape started out where Butterman said, "What'd you do that for, bitch? I thought you liked me." It played through until you could hear the car door opening. The school was in an uproar. It was obvious to everyone who knew Jim Butterman who was doing the talking. No one admitted to knowing who the female voice was.

I talked with Thelma afterwards and she told me Butterman had been suspended and that the tape had been turned over to the police. Just as a side note, Butterman couldn't even get a date to the prom that year, and although he went stag, none of the girls would dance with him.

Missy told us at lunch that Bobbie had started the tape and had gone to run some errands for Mr. Andrews. The fact that he locked the media room before he left allowed the tape to play through to it's conclusion. He claimed he had no idea who started the tape, and had left the room unlocked.

"Bobbie says they may take is job away from him, but he was tired of it anyway," Missy said.

The only thing that dampened our spirits at all at lunch time was when Josh walked through and did his finger pointing and trigger pulling routine. Sharon got up and pretended she was a guy pissing in a bucket. Everyone in the cafeteria roared and Josh beat a hasty retreat.

<Are we ready for him?> I asked.

<Yeah. I want to make him come up to the front of the room and turn toward the class. He'll sit down on Mrs. Frazier's desk, pull out his schlong, and whack it off. When he's ready to cum, I want him to turn around and paint the top of Mrs. Frazier's desk with it. What do you guys think?> Beth kicked in from her classroom.

<If that doesn't get him expelled, nothing will, > Missy giggled. <I've never seen a guy whack off before. That should be interesting.>

<I haven't seen a guy whack off either, > Sharon said mentally. <Mike doesn't want to waste it. He wants it in a pussy.>

<Awh, come on love. If you asked me to I would. It is a shame to waste it though.>

<You've watched me Jill off and didn't think it was a waste, > Beth said.

<Yeah, but Sweety you can have 200 orgasms to my one. It's not a waste for you because you have an unlimited supply.>

We were all giggling by now, and people started to look at us funny. Lunch was nearly over so I suggested we leave.

Oh God! I thought we'd blown it! Josh got up and did his thing just like Beth wanted it to happen. When he started making his deposit on Mrs. Frazier's desk, she passed out. Everyone thought she'd had a heart attack, but evidently she'd only fainted.

After it was all over and we found out that Mrs. Frazier was fine, Beth said, <Gee, I guess she'd never seen a guy Jack off either.>

Missy and Sharon's teacher tried to make them tell him why they'd cracked up, but they would only tell him it was a female thing.

I waited until the end of the period then stopped by Thelma's office. Luckily she was alone. "Can you spare me a few minutes, Thelma?" I asked.

"Mike, I can spare time for you any time you want it," she said with a big smile.

"I just wondered if you'd heard about Josh," I said as I sat down across from her.

"Yes. Isn't that a shame. He's a friend of yours isn't he?"

"Well, he was a friend at one time, Thelma. I don't know what you've heard about why I was in a coma, but he and I stopped being friends because of that."

"Mike, there were all kind of rumors floating around about you. Would you care to tell me about it?"

"I trust you Thelma, but I'd have to ask you never to repeat what I tell you, and to not report it officially."

She thought for a minute then said, "I can do that. I'd have a hard time believing you did anything illegal, so I see no reason to report anything."

"Stupid, but no, I didn't do anything illegal. Have you heard of the Flatliners?"

"Aren't they the ones who are trying to find out what happens after death?"

"That's the idea. Flatliner refers to the trace on a heart monitor. When you die, your heart stops, and the trace line becomes flat. I don't know how, but Josh talked me into joining this group. The idea was they'd stop someone's heart, wait a few seconds then perform CPR to bring him back. He was supposed to tell everyone what it was like to be dead."