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	Boston Private
	by Ann Douglas
     (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by David E. Kelly
and the FOX network. This story is intended for
the non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should
be considered a parody . No copyright infringement
is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.

Part One

	The bell had sounded over an hour before,
signally the end of the last period as Lauren Davis,
head of the Social Studies Department, walked
down the empty halls of Winslow High.  The
slender twenty something blond was carrying on
an animated discussion with Marilyn Sudor,
another of the teachers.  The two had been friends
almost since the day they had both started at the
school, and Lauren often turned to Marilyn for
advice.
	"I really don't know what I'm going to do
with Harvey,"  Lauren said as they walked.
	"What's he done this time?"  the auburn
haired black woman laughed softly.
	Harvey Lipschultz was an aging relic of
the Social Studies department.  He was long past
the age where he could retire, but he had
steadfastly refused to do so. Despite the many
problems he had caused her, Lauren had a deep
affection for the teacher dating back to the days
when she sat one of these classrooms as a student.
	So far this year alone, he had tried to send
Dana Poole, one of the most popular girls in the
school, home for not wearing a bra.  That action
had let to a demonstration of support by most of
the female student body who also then went
braless.  A protest that while not appreciated by
the school hierarchy, was quite enjoyable to the
other half of the student population.
	He'd also alienated a significant portion of
his black students with some of his comments, as
well as made several accusations about the sexual
particularities of some of his fellow teachers.
Lately there'd been some talk that he might
actually be lapsing into senility.
	"Just another argument between him and
Guber,"  Lauren replied, making reference to
Scott Guber, Winslow's Vice Principal.
	"What was it about?"  Marilyn inquired,
then added.  "Wait, I don't even think I want to
know."
	Lauren shot Marilyn a hard look.
	"Sorry girl,"  Marilyn responded, "but if
you're looking for sympathy for having to deal
with Harvey, don't look at me.  I would have let
them fire him a half dozen times this year alone."
	The blond haired department head was 
about to say something to her friend when a noise
from the classroom they were passing caught her
attention.
	"Did you hear that?"  she said instead.
	Marilyn raised a finger to her mouth to
show that yes she did hear it, and that they should
be quiet.  Moving to the back door of the
supposedly empty classroom, the two teachers
glanced through the glass window.
	"Oh my God!"  Lauren gasped in a
whisper as she saw what was going beyond the
door.  "I ..."
	"Shhh!" Marilyn cut her off, taking her
own long look.
	In the far corner of the room, visible only
from the back door, were two students.  One was
instantly recognizable as Dana Poole.  She was
sitting on the edge of a desk, lip locked with
another girl.  The second student's face wasn't
clearly visible, but what was clear was that she
had one of her hands inside Dana's blouse.  Dana,
in turn, had her own hand up the other girl's skirt.
	Before the two girls could become aware
of the teachers looking in on them, Marilyn
grabbed Lauren's arm and silently pulled her away
from the door and down the hall.  She didn't stop
until they had put a closed door between them and
what they had just witnessed.

	"We have to go back there and do
something,"  Lauren said as soon as they stopped.
	"Do what?"  Marilyn asked.  "Tell them
they're not allowed to kiss on school grounds."
	"We can't do nothing,"  Lauren insisted.
	"That's exactly what we're going to do,"
Marilyn insisted.  "With all the things that have
happened in this school this past year, the last
thing we need is another sex scandal.  Especially
one that you bring to light."
	The last part of Marilyn's comment hit her
colleague hard.  A few months before, Lauren had
practically walked in on two students, that time a
boy and girl, in an empty stairwell.  The girl,
Susan Potter, had been on her knees, performing
oral sex on Peter Nelson.  Both of them were
candidates for Student Council President and it
turned out that the sex act had been a bribe to
Peter to drop out of the race and throw his
support behind Susan.  After Lauren exposed
them,  Steven Harper, Winslow's Principal,
disqualified both of them from the election and the
third candidate won.
	What had shocked Lauren so much about
that whole incident was the casual way both
students viewed it.  Susan had said that it was no
big thing, rating oral sex no higher on the scale
then Lauren had rated french kissing when she
was her age.  	And when questioned about the
morality of trading a sexual favor in exchange for
throwing the election, Peter had simply explained,
"Are you kidding, haven't you ever seen Susan
Potter?"
	"Half the students in this school don't trust
you, especially after you blew the whistle on those
two,"  Marilyn said.  "Is it worth it to lose the
other half for that?"
	With all the real problems facing them,
drugs, teen pregnancy, students dropping out, the
fact that two students might be experimenting
with lesbianism seemed pretty low on the list.
Reluctantly, Lauren finally agreed with Marilyn.

	The next day was Friday and the two
teachers found themselves in the near empty
teacher's lounge, still discussing what had
happened the day before.  They were speaking in
low tones, trying to keep the conversation private,
but were still overheard by Marla Hendricks, one
of the older teachers.
	"I'm not surprised,"  Marla offered her
unsolicited opinion.  "It used to be some girls
experimented with that sort of thing in college,
now it's high school.  With all the diseases going
around, not to mention boyfriends who get them
pregnant and then disappear, more girls are
finding other ways to take care of their sexual
urges.  Besides, it's not the worse way to have an
orgasm if you don't have a steady man."
	As Marla finished her coffee and began to
leave for her next class, both of the younger
women had to wonder about the last part of her
comment.  The way she said it made them wonder
if perhaps she had some personal experience in
that area.  Bolder than Lauren, Marilyn asked
just that.  Pausing for a moment before walking
away, Marla just smiled broadly at the question.

	The loud ringing of the bell cut off any
further discussion, reminding both Lauren and
Marilyn that they too had classes waiting for
them.  They gathered up their things and began to
leave as well.
	"Are we still on for dinner at my place
tonight?"  Marilyn asked before Lauren
disappeared out the door.
	Lauren nodded that they were.  With her
on again, off again, relationship with fellow
teacher, Harry Senate in the latter mode once
again, Lauren had been pretty much keeping to
himself in the off hours.  Marilyn was determined
to bring her out of her low spirits, but so far had
only gotten her to agree to dinner at her apartment
rather than going out.

	Dinner went off pretty well, they both
agreed.  The meal was quite simple but then
neither of them were great cooks.  It was enough
for the two of them to put the week's problems
behind them and relax for a while.
	After dinner, Marilyn produced a second
bottle of wine and they moved their conversation
to the small living room.  They sat on opposite
ends of the couch and after they made themselves
comfortable, Marilyn poured them each a full
glass.
	"Things any better between you and
Harry?" Marilyn asked as she took a sip of wine.
	"I'd really rather not discuss Harry right
now," Lauren countered, taking an even larger
sample of her own drink.
	"All right," Marilyn said,  "but just
remember, if all else fails there's always Guber?"
	That suggestion caused Lauren to almost
choke on her wine.  It was public knowledge that
Scott Guber had an almost schoolboy like crush
on her.  A rigid, no-nonsense disciplinarian, Guber
was looked on as an almost neo-nazi by most of
the student body and even some of the faculty.
While Lauren didn't view him as that extreme in
most cases, the one time he had actually asked her
out had almost made her nauseous.
	"Well if I'm going to be stuck with
Guber,"  she joked after catching her breath.  "I
guess that leaves you with Steven."
	Steven Harper, the Principal of Winslow
High was a tall, powerfully built black man.  With
a clean shaven head and a carefully trimmed
goatee and mustache, he was considered quite an
impressive figure.
	"Hmmm,"  the brown skinned woman said
as she considered the idea.  "That might not be so 
bad.  Steven is a pretty big man.  Might be fun to
find out if that goes for everything about him."
	"You are so bad," Lauren responded.
	They continued to chat for a while,
discussing some of the things that had happened
over the school year.  If nothing else, as Marilyn
had insinuated the day before, this seemed to be
the year of the sex scandal.
	First there was a mini-scandal with Harry
having kissed Dana Poole.  It had led to her
blackmailing Harry into helping her out when she
was in trouble with Guber.  Then there was the
disclosure of a Pussy Posse game being played by
the male seniors.  A game where they got different
points for bedding female students, with the most
going for a freshman.
	It was followed by the discovery of a
journal by a teacher who died suddenly.  In it he
had written that he was sleeping with one of his
students.  In the end, it turned out that the whole
affair was the result of his obsession with the girl
and had never happened.
	A more real affair occurred between
Milton Buttle, one of the English teachers and a
student. True, when he first met her, he thought
she was a twenty-year-old Harvard student and
not an eighteen-year-old senior.  But he'd
continued sleeping with her even after he found
out she went to Winslow.  The revelation of the
affair had cost him his job.
	"You can't tell me,"  Marilyn was saying
as she refilled both of their glasses,  "that a good
number of the men at Winslow wish they couldn't
have traded places with Milton for a night.  As
long as they didn't get caught of course.  Sleeping
with a student has got to be their biggest fantasy."
	"Right up there with watching two
women,"  Lauren said, realizing that the wine was
getting to her as she repeated something Harry
had mentioned to her one night in bed.
	"Tell me about it, girlfriend,"  Marilyn
said, feeling a little of the wine's effect as well.
"It seems like there comes a point in every
relationship that a man brings up the idea of a
threesome.  Just so he can see you and another
girl get it on."
	It must've been the wine, but Lauren
found the determination to ask a question she
normally never would.
	"Marilyn, have you ever done it?"  Lauren
asked, the meaning of "it" self-evident.
	"Well to be honest," her fellow teacher
replied, "I've been hit on by women before, but
I've never taken any of them up on their offers.
Still, I have thought about what it might be like at
times. "
	"I can believe that women hit on you too,"
Lauren agreed.
	In the beginning of the school year, Holt
`45, the popular student website run by Sheryl
Holt had run a poll on what female teachers the
students most wanted to sleep with.  Marilyn had
come in first, gathering twice as many votes as the
runner-up.
	Lauren had ranked lower on the list, barely
beating out a few women almost twice her age for
the seventh position.  That had upset her so much
that she had a friend hack the site and get the raw
data for the poll.  More shocking than how few
people had voted for her was how many girls had
taken the poll and voted for Marilyn.
	"How about you?"  Marilyn asked in
return.
	"Sometimes,"  Lauren answered almost
hesitantly, "I think about what it would be like to
kiss another girl.  Just to satisfy my curiosity."
	Marilyn laughed at her response.
	"I'm glad you think it's so funny,"  the
blond said, a little touch of anger in her voice.
	"I wasn't laughing at you, Lauren,"
Marilyn explained.  "A friend of mine,
I think you met her once, Rene, the lawyer, told
me a story about her roommate.  It seems another
female lawyer in her firm was having dreams
about kissing her."
	"I don't see what that has to do ..."
	"It was just that you used almost the same
words that her roommate used to justify it when
they did kiss each other," Marilyn said, before
pausing to take another drink of the wine.
	"Did it satisfy their curiosity?" Lauren
asked.
	"Well to hear, Renee, tell it,"  Marilyn
smiled,  "her friend came home that night with a
very satisfied look on her face."
	Now Lauren paused to take a long taste of
her wine.  The look on her face was one Marilyn
knew well.  It was a look of remembrance.
	"You're thinking about Dana Poole, aren't
you?"  Marilyn asked.
	Lauren nodded her head yes.
	"I guess I've been thinking about her too,"
Marilyn admitted.
	"Do you think we could?"  Lauren asked,
the need to actually say it outright not needed.
	"Can't see what harm it would do?"
Marilyn smiled.
	"Guess not,"  Lauren smiled in return.  "It
really can't do any harm, just a little kiss ..."
	"... just to satisfy our curiosity,"  Marilyn
finished the sentence.

	Both women leaned forward as their lips
met.  It was a gentle kiss at first, just the barest
caress of their lips against each other.  Then it
became just a little more intimate as their tongues
came into play.  The kiss seemed both endless and
all too brief.  Rather than satisfying their curiosity,
it only seemed to intensify it.


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