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A Safe Home (Chapter 1) Revised
by Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

It was hard after my father died. I'd always looked up to him. In 
fact, I wanted to be just like him. Guess that's why Mom did what she 
did. Looking back I'm not sure if I should resent her or not. I still 
talk with her; guess sometime over the past eight years I've forgiven 
her.

But, I should start at the beginning. My name is Brian Moore.

I was fifteen when my father died, and it's at that point that Mom 
kind of lost it. Suddenly, I was the center of her world and she was 
determined to make sure I didn't die like my father; in some macho 
accident. You see my father was a stunt man, one of the coolest jobs 
ever, but a misplaced air cannon threw him into a wall killing him 
instantly. And that event changed my life forever.

The insurance he left us was enough to make us quite wealthy, but 
it was the settlement from the movie company that made us rich. It's not 
like we ever lived like it though. In fact, we kept the same house, 
still drove my Dad's old beat up brown four by four, and never went out 
and spent the money on allot of new stuff. So, as far as most people 
were concerned we were just the same old normal middle class family we 
had been, sans father of course. But all that was just an illusion.

It was sometime late in the summer, right before school started 
that it all started. I remember coming home from a baseball game with 
the guys. Mom had been with the insurance and movie people all day. 
She'd just gotten home a bit before me. I came in pretty dirty and 
battered from a rough game, and Mom had the oddest look of concern in 
her eyes. I just stood there for a minute; finally I asked her what was 
wrong. She said I was just like my father, that got a smile out of me. 
Mom just gave me a dirty look and walked off. Looking at the settlement 
on the table I had about five million in trust waiting for me on my 
twenty-first birthday. To say I had little worries was an under 
statement - at least that's what I thought. I ran off to take a shower, 
as Mom poured me something to drink. It was odd, as a gulped down the 
tea, and popped into the shower. I had this feeling that things were 
about to change. That's when I started feeling light headed and 
everything went black. I had just enough time to yell for Mom, as I slid 
into the tub unconscious.

I'm not sure how long I was out. But, I woke feeling really 
groggy. I didn't know where I was, or what was happening. Trying to sit 
up, did little except tell me I was tied down. It was like a flash, that 
moment of panic cleared my head in seconds, leaving just a dull pounding 
in it's place. My heart raced as I scanned the blackness for any sign of 
where I was. I was helpless, tied down, and spread eagle. Pulling and 
yanking at my bonds did little except set off a little buzzer; some kind 
of alert connected to them.

The door opened, blinding me with a flash of light from the 
hallway. It took me a couple seconds to get my sight back. When it did  
Mom was standing there. All that tension and fear I had building up 
started to wash away. I wasn't alone anymore. Mom would save me from 
whatever was happening. In the dim light I could see my bonds; leather 
manacles lined in fur strapped to the metal bed rails. What worried me 
though, was I couldn't really feel them. It was like my whole body was 
numb; from head to foot I felt nothing. I panicked again when I noticed 
I was tied down naked, right there in front of Mom. Nothing could be 
worse. Flushing three shades of red I laid there in shock.

Leaning down Mom kissed me on the forehead like nothing was out if 
the ordinary. "Hello, Honey." She said looking down at me, worry filling 
her eyes. I tried to beg her to help me, untie me, or at least tell me 
what was going on, but everything just came out as an unintelligible 
mumble. I couldn't even talk. Pulling at my bonds in panic I tried to 
get free. What was wrong with me?

"Calm down, Honey. Everything's going to be just fine. It won't be 
long before the medicine wears off. I know you must be a little 
surprised, and a bit scared. But, that'll all go away soon enough.". She 
tried to reassure me with a little smile, but it did nothing. Suddenly, 
the overhead lights flashed on, blinding me a second time. Closing the 
door behind her, another woman walked in. Standing beside my Mother, she 
was a tall blond woman with a nice figure; though I couldn't see much 
with that long white coat of hers. "This is Dr. Sanderson. She's going 
to be helping you." Nothing was making sense. What was going on? What 
was happening to me?

Sitting down beside me, the doctor caressed my cheek with the back 
of her hand, trying to calm me a little. "Don't worry Brian, their's 
nothing wrong with you. The drugs your mother gave you won't hurt you at 
all; and, like she said, they should be wearing off very soon. We're 
just here to talk with you. You see your Mother's enrolled you into our 
unique little school. We're going to help and teach you be a good 
obedient little boy for her." The doctor gave me a little smile.

"That's right Honey. I'm going to make sure you never end up like 
your father." Kissing my forehead she looked to the doctor. "I'm going 
to have to go soon; they'll only let parents come in and explain a 
little on the fist day. That's why I'm here. For the next nine or ten 
months they're going to be taking care of you." It was at that point I 
started crying, I just couldn't stop. I didn't understand what was 
happening. I was always good, I had good grades, I never took drugs, I 
didn't even go to that many parties, and I'd never even come home late 
once. Why was she doing this to me? "Don't cry, baby. You'll learn to 
love your new school." Touching my cheek she tried to comfort me, but 
her fingers felt so cold, and at that moment I felt more alone then I 
ever have.

"I know this must be trying for you Brain. But, don't worry, it 
won't take long for you to fit right in here at the academy." Smiling 
the doctor got up to leave. "We're going to leave you alone for a short 
while, so I can get your Mother to sign a few more forms." With that 
they were gone, and I truly was alone again. Still knowing nothing of my 
upcoming ordeal.

It was a little while later when another woman came in. She was 
younger than the doctor, in fact, she couldn't have been much older than 
me. Maybe twenty at most. She sat down beside me with a smile. I don't 
think I've ever been more embarrassed or humiliated in my life. There I 
was buck naked and crying in front of this woman. 

"My names Jeannine." She said. Gently placing her hand on my 
chest. "I'm going to be your first instructor." With her index finger 
she started drawing little patterns on my chest. Goose bumps rose the 
length of my skin. "Your Mother didn't get a chance to explain things to 
you, so I'm going to. You see this is a special school for rich little 
boys and girls whose parents have decided they need to be taught, a 
little differently. Some to be more submissive and others to be more 
dominant. Some are brought here as punishment, while others are brought 
to be trained as sex slaves: either way, we teach them all the same - to 
be good little children and slaves. And those training to be more 
dominant help out the instructors." Caressing my chest and belly with 
her fingers was starting to effect me. My dick was stirring beyond my 
control. I tried to think of anything else but her soft caress. Still it 
did nothing to stop my rising passion. She was just so pretty. Her red 
hair tumbling down her back and framing her perfect porcelain features. 
Eyes a sea of infinite blue. Even through my haze of embarrassment, 
their was just something erotic about the situation. "But you're here to 
learn the pleasures of submission." Her fingers circled my nipple then 
slowly she started pinching and pulling on it. I inhaled deeply arching 
my back with the intense sensation. My senses were definitely returning, 
just like Mom and doctor Sanderson had said. But for some reason I was 
more in tune with them; they seemed more intense.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I gasped out. My voice raspy and 
parched.

"You know so many children ask that." She said grasping my growing 
erection, turning it to stone. Her soft touch, more in control of my 
body then I. Of course, no one's ever touched me like that. It was a new 
experience. One quickly pushing me to the edge. A place I didn't want to 
go. It would just be too humiliating, too embarrassing, cuming in front 
of her. Lightly rubbing my cock between her fingers, she had me ready to 
blow. "But, I haven't met one that liked the answer." Pulling her hand 
away just as I was ready to crest, she smiled.  Closing my eyes I had to 
grit my teeth with frustration, but it did little to help. I was at war 
inside: one side wanting the pleasure, the explosive release, the other 
too embarrassed and shy to even believe this was happening. My cock was 
pulsing and dribbling, a small pool, of pre-cum onto my stomach. "You 
see we do it because we're getting paid, and paid quite well at that." 
Getting up Jeannine pored a glass of water from a little table, just 
behind me. Again she sat beside me, her body rubbing against mine, and 
poured a little water into my mouth. Even through all the tension, 
frustration, and embarrassment I couldn't help but enjoy the cool water 
on my dry tongue and throat.

"Thanks." I said halfheartedly.

"Oh that's good." Jeannine smiled. "I think your going to do well 
here. You already have some manners. As a prize I'm going to finish you 
off." As she let her long fingernails slowly play down my stomach, my 
body was tense with anticipation and apprehension. My cock twitching as 
her soft fingers drew near. Slowly, encasing me in their gentle embrace. 
Her strokes slow and torturous. It didn't take long though, for me to 
reach the edge again. Taking a nipple between her fingers she started 
pulling and twisting it, sending me crashing over the edge. But, she 
kept stroking as I came all over my stomach, chest, and neck. Jeannie 
just giggled, as she drained even the last few drops from me.

It was hard fall from the high of orgasm to the realization of 
what had really just happened. What I had done. Needless to say I was 
beyond humiliated. My body had betrayed me. Tears welled in my eyes, I 
wanted to be anywhere but right there as the salty drops started running 
down my face. What was happening to me? Jeannine just smiled, running a 
finger through my tears. Sensually she extended her tongue, and let a 
single drop fall onto it. "I just love to see a boy cry. I hope you're a 
crier, I like that in my boys." Looking deep into my eyes, her smile 
turned wicked. "I think I'll leave just like this. Your mother will be 
so proud. Or do you think she'll realize just what a bad little boy you 
really are?"

"No, please!" My bonds rattled as I pulled at them. Straining to 
get free. "I can't let my Mom see me like this! Please! I'll do 
anything, just don't leave me like this." My voice trailing her as she 
walked to the door.

"All right. This time. But later your going to have to pay for 
this little favor." Slowly, she massaged my cum into my stomach, chest, 
and legs. Her soft hands more erotic than anything I'd ever felt before. 
My cock was steel as she finished with me. Luckily, you could barely 
tell I'd cum at all. Sliding a finger into her mouth, she sucked at it 
and smiled. "Mmm, you are a sweet little boy." Giggling, she left me 
alone to wait.

It was a few minutes later that Mom and Doctor Sanderson appeared. 
I couldn't even look at them. My hard on was still ragging. It was 
humiliating being that way in front of my mother. But no matter what 
thought crossed my mind I couldn't get it to go down. If nothing, trying 
not to think of it only made it harder.

"Honey, look at me.", taking my chin in her hand, she pulled my 
eyes to hers. "I want you to know I'm doing this for your own good. One 
day you'll thank me for this." Pulling my face free I looked away. I'm 
sure the anger and hate I felt at that moment was clear on my face. How 
could she do this to me?

"Don't worry Mrs. Moore. It'll take him a little while to 
acclimate to his new environment. When you come back he'll be thanking 
you and begging to do what ever you ask. If not, we'll keep him here for 
another, more intense, round of treatment."

"I'm sorry, Honey, but this is for the best." With that she was 
gone.

"That was a mistake little boy." Said Doctor Sanderson, as she sat 
on the bed beside me grabbing a hand full of hair, forcing me to look at 
her. "You'll need to learn that cheeky little boys get punished." 
Lightly with her other hand she started scratching over my nipples 
causing them to perk up. "That's ten demerit we'll add to your days 
total. You see our little school here runs on the demerit system. The 
more demerits, the more you get punished. Not that you won't get 
punished anyway, but it'll be worse the more demerits you have." Using 
her nails she ran the length of my penis from head to base; jolting me 
like an electric current. "After a while you may even learn to enjoy it 
here."

"I'm a prisoner here. How am I suppose to enjoy that?"

"Don't think of it that way. Just think of it as a new school, 
with a few, distinct, differences." Creeping down my inner thigh, her 
fingers worked at me. "You're a very pretty boy Brian. You might be 
surprised how much you'll like it here. I'll send Christie in to help 
explain the rules to you. Just relax, everything's going to be just 
fine." With that she stood, tickling the end of my penis with her 
fingers, and walked out.

It was quite some time, maybe an hour or more before anyone 
returned. She was a young girl about my own age, wearing what looked 
like a little schoolgirl's uniform. Though, she was quite stunning in 
her little blue skirt and knee high white socks. Shiny black shoes 
clacking away across the white tiled floor. A ponytail held her long 
blond hair in its grip, hanging over her shoulder. I know even if I 
wasn't naked, I would have blushed in her presence. She was one of most 
beautiful girls I've ever seen.

"Hello, my name's Christie. I'm here to teach you the rules, and 
get you settled into your new home." Smiling, her green eyes sparkled as 
she looked down at me. "First thing you should know is that this is a 
no-no." My flaccid cock stirred with new life, at her touch. "A boy is 
always suppose to show respect to all the women he meets. A respectful 
boy shows it with this little thing.", wiggling my quickly extending 
cock at me. "It should be hard in the presence of any woman, when it's 
out. Let me just help you with that little problem." With skillful hands 
she quickly stroked my cock ridged. Even my balls were pray to her 
tender ministrations. Even through the embarrassment, I ached with 
passion for her. I've never felt like that before. Using my own pre-cum 
she slicked me up, bringing me closer and closer to bursting. Just as I 
reached a mind numbing haze, ready to explode from depths I've never 
dreamt of, she stopped. Squeezing the base of my cock, she robbed me of 
my pleasure just an instant before I came. The pain was intense. My 
balls throbbed, and my dick wouldn't quit pulsing. They were both just 
begging to cum. Arching my back and closing my eyes, I prayed for just a 
little more stimulation. It was humiliating - I had no control. I was 
like an animal.

"That's better. But, the second rule you need to remember is don't 
cum without permission." She reached down and started untying me. 
"You'll be tied up like this every evening, until the Mistresses think 
you won't try to escape. Not that anyone ever has, but many have tried 
and been punished severely for it." As she finished releasing me I 
rubbed at my wrists and ankles. They were a little sore from all the 
tugging and pulling. Directing me to kneel at her feet she said, "When 
ever you greet a Mistress or an instructor you must present yourself to 
her." Tapping my knees apart, "You'll need to spread your legs apart a 
little more. Now lean back on your upright heels and put your hands on 
the back of your head. Good." Her smile told me when I was in the 
correct position.

"Do I have to stay like this?" I said, trying to choke back the 
tears. A sudden shock of pain hit me, as she tapped my balls hard with 
her shinny black shoes. Instinctively I reached down to cover myself, 
but before I could even move she grabbed a clump of my hair, pulling me 
back into position.

"Third rule, never speak unless spoken to. Fourth, never break 
position." She smiled as I placed my hands back behind my head. "That's 
a good boy. Also, remember that every boy is second class here. Even to 
the newest female, you must serve as she asks." Letting my hair go, she 
slid her hand down my arm, then traced it back up as she stepped behind 
me. Leaning down, I could feel her hot breath brushing the nape of my 
neck. A chill ran down my spine, maybe through my very soul. Her hands 
followed my every contour, as she moved them down my sides to the top of 
my hips. With one hand she let her fingers tip-toe around to my cock, 
now at half-mast. Inhaling my scent, her other hand caressed the curve 
of my ass. Forcefully squeezing and caressing my cheeks, like I belonged 
to her. Encircling my cock, her nimble fingers easily aroused me again. 
"It's a shame you're already breaking the rules. But that's okay, I know 
it's only your first day, so I'll be nice and only give you ten 
demerits. Also, it's lucky for me I'm your guide today: I get to give 
you your punishment tonight." My cock kept jerking as her hand drifted 
away and she stood. 

Taking my right arm, she folded it down to the middle of my back. 
The cold steel and distinct metallic clicking told me what was coming, 
as the handcuffs locked around my wrist. Whatever was to come I knew I 
wasn't going to like it. My left hand quickly followed locked in it's 
own metallic embrace, leaving me trapped and helpless. She ordered me to 
stand, which I did with difficulty, as she walked back around. Gripping 
my cock with confidence she led me from the room. I was her dog on my 
own personal leash.

The hall was well lit and smelt of strong cleansers. In all ways 
in fact it looked like a hospital. Door after door numbered and with 
clipboards hanging from them. I tried to pull back as she lead me out, 
but her grip just tightened. People were wandering up and down the 
halls. More people then I wanted to see. More people then I wanted to 
see me. Some were doctors and nurses, but others just seemed to be 
wandering through. If my hands weren't bound I would've at least tried 
to cover myself. But, all I could do was look down or away. Avoiding any 
kind of eye contact. Every so often though, I'd get this feeling someone 
was watching me, and I had to look up. Whenever I did, I'd usually catch 
some woman checking me out, not that they hide it. They all had these 
vicious little smiles as I went past, or maybe that's just how it 
seemed. I was beet red from head to toe. Nothing could have ever 
prepared me for what they were doing to me now.

"This is our local hospital. It's usually not this busy, but with 
school just starting they've been processing allot of students. Blood 
work and such. In fact, I think you're probably the last of the students 
here this semester." Looking over her shoulder she smiled. "I know that 
this must be a little embarrassing for you. But, after awhile you'll get 
use to it. Well, maybe." Laughing a little, she slowed our pace just as 
we reached a set of double doors. Outside it was a bright and sunny day, 
and I knew that's where we were heading.

I've never wanted to hide so much in my life as the moment we 
walked out those doors. If Christie hadn't tightened her grip to a 
painful level, I would've bolted. When I thought there were allot of 
people inside, it didn't even compare. There were small groups of people 
everywhere. And, most of them were around my age and female. Wearing 
their little schoolgirl outfits. Their were also a few groups of guys 
around in blue slacks and white shirts with ties and shinny black shoes. 
They looked almost business like. And then there I was - naked.

Needless to say I got a few looks, and quite a few stares. Not 
like it was anything out of the ordinary, but just sizing me up. From 
here and there I caught a few cat calls and whistles. I wanted the 
ground to just open up and swallow me, never to be seen again. My 
understating of humiliation was reaching astronomic new levels. But, 
even through all the embarrassment my cock wouldn't stop pulsing in 
Christie's hand. She was snickering, and I'm sure it's because she could 
feel it. I couldn't have stood cuming in front of all those people. As 
best I could, I tried to think of anything else, but failed miserably. 
Algebra, baseball, anything non-sexual to block out the overwhelming 
fact that I was being lead naked across a field of people, by my cock. 
Christie was no help, in fact, she seemed to be trying to make it worse. 
Using a few fingers she started stimulating the sensitive underside of 
my penis. Knowing just the right spot to get the biggest reaction out of 
me. Luckily, she wasn't trying to make me cum. She stopped right before 
I did squeezing me back from the edge. I was her personal fiddle.

Embarrassed beyond belief, I felt lightheaded. If we'd stopped, I 
would've just fallen over, my legs were rubber. Tripping a few times 
over my feet, I was out of it. Christie said something here and there 
but not a single word made it over the pounding in my ears. She even 
slowed our pace a little to make sure I kept standing. It was an 
eternity before we reached the other building. Pushing me down into a 
chair as soon as we entered, Christie looked at me. To say I was a bit 
freaked is an understatement; I hadn't even noticed I was starting to 
hyperventilate.

"Calm down, Brian. Everything's going to be just fine." She pushed 
my head down between my legs and told me to take slow breaths. After a 
minute or so I was starting to feel okay, well as okay as can be 
expected. "Wow, that doesn't happen very often. Are you okay?" Giving 
her a little nod, I couldn't help feeling nothing was ever going to be 
okay again. "You must be really shy. I'm sorry that was so rough on you, 
but we have to go." Helping me up by the arm, she lead me to a small 
room off to the left of the entrance. As soon as we walked in I noticed 
the woman standing behind the long counter. She smiled at me as we came 
in.

"Hello, you must be Brian. My names Helen." As she spoke, I 
couldn't help noticing how she eyed me up and down. Blushing with 
renewed force only help to make me realize my situation. "I'm going to 
put together your wardrobe. I'm sure by now your ready for some new 
clothes."

"Excuse me for a minute would you Miss Helen." Christie said 
leaving us alone.

"Come on back here so I can take your measurements." She opened a 
little door built into the counter and lead me back. "My you are a cute 
one." Letting her hands rub down my thighs. It was odd how everyone felt 
so free with my body. What had Mom had gotten me into? Helen unlocked my 
hands.

"Thanks, Helen." I said.

"That's Miss Helen." She said smacking me hard across the ass. "I 
guess Christie hasn't gone over all the rules yet. Don't worry I won't 
give you any demerits for that one, but this." Grasping my flaccid 
member she slowly started to massage the glans of my penis. The 
sensation was intense, almost painful, but still my body responded. 
Everyone had more control over my body, then I. "That's better, and ten 
demerits." Sighing to myself I tried to resign myself to the situation. 
"Now present for me." Having no choice I did as I was told, gingerly 
kneeling at her feet, and placing my hands behind my head. My prick 
standing at attention, throbbing for her delight. I wanted to cry. 
Embarrassment and humiliation seemed a new constant in my life. Here I 
was practically an adult forced to be naked and paraded around in front 
of everyone in the place. This was one of the hardest thing I've ever 
had to deal with, if anyone really can. "You should know that every 
woman here is addressed as Miss or Mistress. It'll save your cute little 
ass some pain at the end of the day. Now stand up, but keep those hands 
where they are."

My emotions were in turmoil. No one could've understood them all. 
It was like I was in a haze just trying to cope with all these changes 
and situations. Miss Helen started taking my measurements. Carefully, 
directing me to spread my legs or move here or there. Her soft fingers 
kept working their way up my inner-thigh as she tapped me every so often 
to spread my legs further and further apart. Then she placed the tape-
measure on my ankle, letting her other hand painstakingly climb up my 
thigh. Her fingertips tickled the bottom of my scrotum, as she placed it 
at the top of my inner-thigh. Her face was just inches from my cock. Her 
hot breath sent sensations through me that I've never known. It was so 
hot, yet so embarrassing. Even through all the embarrassment, I've never 
been so horny in my life. It was a level so beyond my comprehension. 
Nothing inside me made any sense.

"You seem a little tense, Brian.", using her index finger she 
rubbed all that pre-cum around my head. "You seem to be dripping a bit. 
This all must be new to you." Taking her finger into her mouth, she 
tasted my most intimate juices. Watching that almost sent me over the 
edge by itself. My senses were so intense I was feeling drained. 
Standing she measured my chest. Tweak each of my nipples as she read off 
my size. Behind me she took one of my arms, measured from shoulder to 
wrist, then replaced it on my head, then the same with the other. Her 
silky black hair tickled my shoulder and back as she measured me. Gently 
she started caressing my shoulders and chest, letting her hair tickle me 
even more. Her soft breasts pressing tightly against me. I couldn't help 
but wonder what she was getting out of teasing me? She was a pretty 
woman somewhere in her early thirties. With striking emerald eyes, that 
seemed able to catch mine every time I looked at her. With her tape 
measure she draped like a jump rope, under my cock she pined my cock 
tightly against my stomach. Wrapping it around me until the ends came 
together. While leaning down to read it I could feel her other hand 
cupping the cheeks of my ass. "We want to get the fit just right." She 
giggled. "Luckily for you I think we have something in your size. Their 
are only ten to fifteen boys here altogether, so we have quite a few 
school uniforms left. Unlike the girls. Their are just so many more of 
them, a few hundred I would guess, from all over the world. Anyway, if 
we were out of boy uniforms, I'm sure I could find you a nice skirt to 
wear. We still have plenty left."

"You're kidding right?" I said turning in shock. She smacked my 
ass and waved her finger at me making little tisking sound. My ass was 
still stinging as I turned back into position.

"You might be surprised what we'll make you do around here." 
Smiling at my worried look. "But, don't worry. You'll have time to get 
adjusted before anything too intense happens. Let me get your clothes 
for you."

"Don't hurry too fast." Christie said walking back in. "I kind of 
like the view." That made me blush even deeper. Every time I tried to 
forget my situation someone always was there to make it quite clear to 
me again. Luckily, it didn't take long for Miss Helen to return with my 
clothes. Changing into my new uniform made me feel a little more 
relaxed, even though I needed a little help with the tie; I'd never worn 
one before. Even at Dad's funeral I'd just worn a clip-on.

"You're a lucky boy you know that Brian?" Miss Helen said to me.

"Why's that Miss Helen?"

"Well, you're the only boy enrolled this semester. All the others 
will be leaving within the week. That makes you very special around 
here." She smiled. No one could have paled whiter then did at that 
moment. It was like I was hit and I almost fell over at the thought. If 
Christie hadn't caught my arm I just might have.

"I was trying to save that for later. Brian's a little more 
sensitive then most of our new students." Christie shrugged a little in 
sympathy.

"I'm sorry Brian. Please, sit down a second."  Miss Helen pulled a 
seat up behind me looking a bit concerned. My body was on auto as I sat 
down. My mind was somewhere a million miles away. Nothing got through 
not a single word they said meant a thing all I could do was try to 
cope. Here I was just a toy to over two hundred young women. The only 
boy caught in their den. That's when the slap across the face, brought 
me back. "You need to get a hold of yourself Brian." Overwhelmed I 
couldn't hold back the tears. This had to be a nightmare.

"Why's this happening to me?"

"Calm down," Miss Helen pulled me to her. "everything's going to 
just fine." She said patting me on the back, as I cried into her 
shoulder. The floodgates opened I couldn't stop it, everything just came 
out. I was never good with girls. I was always self-conscious of the way 
I looked. Some people even called me shy, because I wouldn't even take a 
shower with the other guys; I'd just head home. And now, here I was on 
display for everyone. Trapped. Having to do anything, any girl wanted of 
me. What was I suppose to do? How was I suppose to even deal with 
something like that?

"Christie, why don't you go out with the other students. I'll call 
you when you're needed." A familiar voice said from behind me and a soft 
hand was resting on my shoulder. And there was Jeannine. "I see that you 
are a crier." A little sympathy crept into her voice as she gave me a 
little smile. Miss Helen released me and Jeannine helped me to my feet, 
though I felt a bit unstable. Putting her arm around me, Jeannine led me 
from the room and down the hall. The tears still running. As she placed 
me down on a couch, in what I could only guess was her office, she 
poured me some water. "Just lie down there for a bit a take a nap. Here 
drink this." She said placing it in my hand. In one swallow I drank it 
down. My mouth was dry but the water didn't seem to help. Placing a 
little pillow on the couch and she laid me down. I was exhausted 
emotionally and fell asleep almost immediately.

(C)2002 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
Naive

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