Episode 22

Chapter 63

Krissy

7:10 am, Tuesday, November 1st, 2006

I went down to a breakfast of burnt toast.

This was nothing new.

In case I hadn't mentioned it, both of my parents are in public service. My mother works on the hospital's ambulance. My father is a policeman in Annapolis. Dad's shifts are never constant and mother got called in. Both have to leave often and suddenly.

I trashed the burnt toast. Then I put a couple of English muffins in the toaster and waited.

Any minute now.

The phone rang.

Right on schedule. The phone always rings when I have to watch something. It's as silent as a stone anytime I need a distraction.

I picked it up. "Higgen's house, Krissy speaking... Hi mom. What happened this morning?... No way! How can there be a six car pileup out here? The roads are not big enough to hold six cars at a single time!... It's ok. The safety feature on the toaster popped them out before they caught fire... I'm making English muffins before I leave for school... What do you mean?... You heard stories about the Program and you want to talk to the people involved?... Listen mom, it's a school requirement. You do want me to graduate, right?... Ok, ok. I guess I'll see you at school then."

I hung up the phone.

Lord, I realize I probably deserve this, but isn't putting both my mother and the school system in the same room a bit too much punishment?

Or am I a sleepwalking mass murderer and this is your response?

I finished breakfast and turned on the weather channel.

They said the highs would be in the thirties and windy.

Might as well leave for school before I get any more bad news.

Chapter 64

Karl

7:42 am, Tuesday, November 1st, 2006

At least it wasn't raining. That's the only good thing I can say about today's weather. If it's this cold already, I'm pretty sure I didn't want to know how cold this winter is going to get. The wind was more biting than a school of hungry piranha.

When I got to the usual stripping area, the boxes were not there. Instead I saw Ms. Q. at the door. She waved me in.

"You can change in the lobby now."

"Why? Not that I'm objecting mind you, but I thought the whole exposure idea meant we had to strip outside."

She looked at me like I was slightly nuts. "It's getting a bit cold out there."

I had noticed this.

"The Program was meant to expose you to others, not to the flu."

"Good point. I wasn't looking forward to stripping outside later this week anyway."

"Well, are you ready?"

"Yes." I started to take off my coat.

"Hold on!" A girl called out.

"Yes?" Ms. Q asked.

I stopped messing with my coat when she said that.

A quick look over at her told me I had no idea who she was.

I nodded. It was part of the Program anyway.

Besides, she looked kinda cute.

She walked in front of me. "I'm Anne." She took off my coat, then the rest of my clothes. When she saw my cock, she asked "May I?"

"Of course."

What other response would any sane teenager make?

Anne got on her knees and sucked me slowly and gently.

My cock grew harder.

She started licking in addition to what she had been doing.

"Oh god Anne, you're sooo good."

Then I felt that now familiar urge. "I'm going to cum."

Again she didn't say a word. She just held on tighter as she worked my cock.

I hoped that was a sign that she was ready. Because I came right then.

Apparently, it was the right thing to do. As soon as she was done drinking, she looked up with a bright smile. She sauntered off happily.

Chapter 65

Mr. Bacon

9 am, Tuesday, November 1st, 2006

I haven't done anything this sneaky since the time several of us got drunk at a college frat party and then crashed a sorority party.

I stepped into the cold.

Outside the school grounds I saw a bunch of people keeping watch.

It looks like Elder French is not going to give in easily. Now he has a bunch of people from his church keeping constant watch in case Tiffany tried to walk onto the school grounds.

As if Tiffany needs to walk anywhere.

Officially I can't challenge him. But what I could do is help Tiffany on the side. I talked to her teachers and collected the homework and other assignments due.

I went over to the stadium and moved over to the Pressbox.

Five minutes later I saw the view in front of me waver slightly. A few seconds later it changed to show the Flying Dutchman.

"Hi Tiffany. I have the schoolwork your mother asked if I could get."

Tiffany made a face. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. You know the court battle can't last forever. No matter what else you're doing, you're going to need an education. From what I've heard around the halls, you've already started on the AIDS research. Between you and your friends, I figure you'll have some luck with that. So you'll still have a future. Like everybody else, you'll need to finish school to make anything of that future."

"Too true. But there are times I wish I was like my ex. His life is assured."

"Is it? Look at the price he's paid sometime. His scientific genius has not given him a free ride through all of life's problems."

Tiffany took the assignments. "You're probably right. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

I turned and went back inside.

Chapter 66

Julia

9:35 am, Tuesday, November 1st, 2006

My class this period is a study hall. I had a couple of those a week and I often think they are the only good classes I have.

Then Brandy and Betty came in.

"Hey, Julia," Betty called out. "What's going on?"

"You haven't heard? I would have thought the entire school would have heard about my embarrassing fate by now."

"Nope."

Brandy shook her head no. "Remember, we were both out sick on Monday."

"I got punished for what I did last week."

"You mean when you put those pictures of Stone and French on the web?"

"Yep. The school didn't like the fact that I used their computers to do that."

"So what did they do? Call your parents?"

"They did that too. But then they gave me a punishment far worse than calling my parents could ever be."

"Oh? What?"

"Tell us." Brandy begged.

"They made me a sex slave to Karl Whittaker."

"I've seen him around." Betty remarked.

"The sex part of the punishment is not a bad thing. I love sex. But not with nerds."

"Hold on there. He's on the school volleyball team."

"That just shows how desperate the school is for volleyball players."

They went silent at that.

Of course they were.

They had to be. No sports team would be seen in public with a geek on their team if there was a choice in the matter.

"Ok, ok. We're not going to get in a fight with you over this."

"Because I'm in the right."

"Then how come you're the one getting punished." Betty said out of the side of her mouth.

I ignored her.

Brittany had overheard the conversation. Brittany was on the cheerleading squad. She was one of the few that didn't pick sides last week. She asked a more pertinent question. "Why is this a problem? Most of the nerds around here are too shy to try to take advantage of you."

"Too shy, or else too weak." Betty added.

"Most." I said dryly. "But not all. And I was given to one of the exceptions. In fact, Karl took great pleasure in telling me he was not like Stone."

"Ouch."

"Ouch is right."

"So what was it like with him?"

I glared my dirtiest look at Brittany.

She held up her hands in a 'don't get upset at me' gesture.

"Why would you want to know? You can't be so desperate for sex that you'd fuck a nerd."

"Hey, if he's good, I'll overlook his brains."

I was shocked. "You have got to be kidding me." I told her.

"You better watch it with that attitude. Remember what happened to Heather."

I thought for a moment. "I remember. She went a little overboard. But she had the right idea."

"You go ahead and think that. Remind me again what happened to her when she 'went a little overboard' as you put it?"

"The principal went even further overboard. She did nothing to warrant a week out of school suspension and an expulsion hearing."

"Yeah, riiight." Betty responded.

Chapter 67

Karl

9:50 am, Tuesday, November 1st, 2006

"Yeah, riiight." I heard Betty say.

Where you find Betty, you often find Julia.

So I went over.

Brandy excused herself to get something from her locker.

The three girls looked at me differently.

Betty looked at me like I was just another guy.

Julia looked at me like I was the most disgusting thing on the planet.

And Brittany was looking at me curiously.

"Hi girls."

"Hi Karl." Brittany smiled back.

Julia jabbed an elbow into Brittany's side.

"OW! Why did you do that?"

"You know why. Smiling at that... that... thing like that."

"Julia, remember what happens if I'm not happy with how you treat me?"

"I wish I could forget."

Brittany retaliated by giving me a more appraising look.

I resisted posing to provoke Julia further.

"Anyway, just because you hate him doesn't mean I have to."

"It doesn't??" Julia asked with complete sincerity.

"Look, Julia," Betty interjected. "That is the same attitude that got Heather expelled."

"She's not expelled yet."

"Only because the rules require a hearing first. As far as the rest of the school is concerned, she's gone already."

"That would be sooooo wrong. She did nothing to deserve it."

"That's the sort of thinking that got you into this mess."

"Hold on, hold on. Am I hearing right?" Brittany asked. "Did one of my friends just tell me that because I could think of doing anything with Karl, I'm a social failure without any redeeming features?"

I looked at Julia. "It sure sounded like that to me. You know, Julia, it's behavior like that which makes people hate you."

"Geeks are not people."

"We think we are."

"You're wrong."

I sighed.

Time to prove that there are worse ways to embarrass her than to have sex with her in public.

"Julia, I bet you expect me to fuck you here and now."

"Of course. This damned punishment is the only way a geek like you would ever get to touch me."

"Given how smart you think geeks are, what makes you think we geeks want to touch you?"

Julia's mouth dropped open. Her lips moved silently a few times before she found her voice. "How can you say that?? Look at me! Every geek in this school would give his right arm to date me."

"Bullshit. We're way too smart for that. Why do you think we are always alone?"

"Because you're nerds. DUH!!"

"Not at all. It's because we are smart enough to want more from a girlfriend than sex. We know we have to spend time with our girlfriend outside the bedroom."

"Whatever."

"You know, you don't deserve this, but I'm going to be nice to you today. I'm going to give you a choice. Come to my house tonight."

"Yeah right. Like that's ever going to happen. What's my other choice?"

"Your other choice is to have me fuck you as often as I see you, hopefully with as many of your friends watching as possible."

She didn't look any happier with that choice.

"What's another choice? Please tell me there's another choice."

"Nope, just those two."

Julia stood there thinking.

This surprised me. The girl was acting like she had all the answers. This choice should have been simple. Whatever she's afraid I'll do to her at my place, at least none of her friends will be there to see it. As opposed to me going out of my way to have her friends witness me using her like a common fuck toy.

Or all those stories true?

Is sex the only thing cheerleaders really want?

Nah. If I start thinking like that, I'll be as bad as she is.

If that's even possible.

Julia finally said something. She asked her friends for advice. "What do you think?"

Betty told her, "At least whatever he's got planned will not be seen by anybody else."

"Still..."

"Better than everybody watching. Isn't that what you said earlier?"

Brittany started to open her mouth.

Julia snapped, "Keep quiet!" at Brittany. "I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it!"

Brittany walked off in a huff.

"Well? What's it to be?"

She ground out the words as if she'd rather be grinding my bones. "Tonight. Your place."

Julia stomped off in disgust.

I think she'd rather be stomping all over my skinned body.

But if what I'm planning works out, she'll end up a lot happier than she's expecting.

Chapter 68

Ms. Q.

10:15 am, Tuesday, November 1st, 2006

I resisted the urge to slam the file I was reading on my desk.