Chapter 5

Friday

Toby

"Hey kids, time to get up", Angie's mom said. Somehow, the sheet had slipped off of me, and she could see that we were both naked; that didn't seem to bother her. "OK, I'm awake; thanks", I said. "Angie, sweetie, time to wake up." "Mmmmm, I don't wanna get up; I wanna stay just like this, forever", she said. "Unh, unh; come on, we've got to get up for our last day streaking through the halls of Richwood High", I said. "OK, OK!" she said. "Party pooper". We got up, showered together, and got semi-dressed in our usual attire. I checked my cell phone for any messages, and there were none.

We stopped at the drive-thru again, and got our greasy sausage-burgers and coffee again. God, I needed that coffee, bad as it was. After we finished eating, I told Angie that it was time to go strip. "But we were naked just an hour ago', she complained. "Why did we even bother dressing?" "So I could have the pleasure of unwrapping you again", I said. We went up to the undressing area, and a couple of kids volunteered to undress us. "Sorry", I said. "This is our last day naked, and I'M undressing Angie!"

I stepped behind her, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, predictably opening it and buttoning the bottom button behind her. I opened her shorts, and dropped them to the ground. I started kissing her, and playing with her breasts with one hand, while I unfastened my shorts with the other. I sat her up on the wall cap, on the pillow she brought to sit on, spread her legs, and slid my dick into her pussy. She looked at me like I was crazy, and the crowd went nuts. Girls were fishing their boyfriends' cocks out and started jacking them off or sucking them, and I was sliding in and out of Angie, kissing her the whole time. Just as she and I were coming simultaneously, Mr. Robinson came running out, screaming. "Stop that! Stop that! You can't do that on school property! That's a PDA!"

I looked at him and said, "Mr. Robinson, that's not a PDA; this is the ultimate expression of true love between two consenting Program participants granting a Reasonable Request."

"Oh, well, that's different", Mr. Robinson said. "Just so long as it isn't just idle fucking."

"Come on," I said. "We need to get to class." We walked into Miss Lily's class hand-in-hand, and she clapped her hands. "Ah, the Program has claimed another couple", she said.

I got in my book bag and got out my Government book, and opened it. Inside was an envelope that I hadn't put in there. I opened the envelope carefully, and, with my fingernails at the edges, pulled out a sympathy card. I opened it, and it read,

TOBY HINSHAW AND ANGIE McGUIRE, YOU ARE DEAD MEAT.

YOU WON'T KNOW WHEN OR WHERE, BUT YOU WILL BE DEAD.

I turned ashen-faced, and nudged Angie. She looked over, and I showed her the card. She gasped and looked at me. I held my hand up, and Miss Lily called on me. "Miss Lily, Angie and I need to be excused RIGHT NOW to go down to Mr. Robinson's office." She didn't argue, so I grabbed Angie and got the hell out of there. I called Dad on my cell phone and told him what happened. He said he'd meet us in Mr. Robinson's office. He arrived shortly, and had a fingerprint expert with him. The expert dusted the card right there, and rushed it back to the office. Within ten minutes, he called me with the identity of the culprits whose prints were on the card-they were the two guys involved in the hand-to-hand drug transactions. I found out what class they were in and, luckily, both were in the same class.

I told Angie to stay there, and Dad and I went to the thugs' classroom. Dad pulled his gun, we walked in, and I pointed them out. They stood up as if to flee, but Dad told them to stop. He tossed me one set of handcuffs, and I cuffed one goon, while he cuffed the other. We dragged them out into the hallway, closed the door, and I lost it. I took the goon I was holding, slammed him into the concrete block wall face first, and told him, "You listen to me, mother fucker, and you listen good. You threaten me, fine; I can deal with that. But when you threaten someone I love, you're gonna eat shit. Now, move your sorry ass!" We got them down to the principal's office, and Dad told Mr. Robinson that they were under arrest for making terroristic threats.

Angie lost it seeing the two goons, and started crying. I told Mr. Robinson that I was taking her home, and he said, "You can't leave once school has started when you're in the Program. If you do, you have to do the entire week over." I looked at him and said, "We ARE leaving, RIGHT NOW, and we are NOT doing the week over! Now, here's what I want you to do. I want you to schedule an Assembly for Monday afternoon, right after lunch. No exceptions. Teachers and students are to attend. Are we clear?" He asked, "Why should I take orders from a snot-nosed sophomore?" I answered, "Because your job depends on it. If you have any questions, call the Superintendent's office!" With that, Dad hauled the goons downtown. Mr. Robinson did, indeed, call the Superintendent's office on his speakerphone. "Mr. Jackson, please", he said when someone answered. "Sam Jackson here", came a voice. "Sam, John Robinson here. I've got a problem with a couple of students." What seems to be the problem?" Mr. Jackson asked. "Something seems to have happened that has them upset, and they are threatening to leave the building. They're in the Program, and I explained that if they left now, they'd have to do the entire week over", Mr. Robinson told him. Mr. Jackson asked our names. "Toby Hinshaw and Angie McGuire", he told Mr. Jackson. "John", Mr. Jackson said, "You WILL let then leave if they choose to do so, and you WILL give them full credit for being in the Program; do you understand?" "Y ... Y ... Yes, sir; I understand", Mr. Robinson stuttered. "Toby wants me to call an Assembly for Monday afternoon." "DO IT!" Mr. Jackson said.