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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional.  There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they are
not really characters in this story.

This is a story that describes sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  Most of the characters in this story are
under aged.  However, the target audience is adults (people
over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 23--Breakdown

        The radio is blastin',
        Someone's knocking at the door.
        I'm lookin' at my girlfriend,
        She's passed out on the floor!
        I'm seein' so many things
        I ain't never seen before!
        Don't know what it is,
        I don't wanna see no more!
        Mama told me not to come.
        Mama told me not to come.
        She said, "That ain't the way to have fun, son!"
        "That ain't the way to have fun.  No!"
                -- Mama Told Me Not To Come (Three Dog Night)


    First period on Monday, Sherry saw me.  "I heard that you
had a wild weekend."

    "Who told you that?" I asked, innocently.

    "Oh, a little birdie," Sherry said, sweetly.

    "June is looking like it will be a lovely month," I said,
dreamily.

    Sherry blushed in response.  I knew that the rumor mill
was running at normal speed, which was faster than humanly
possible.

    I was happy.  Operation Unsaint Jim was underway.

* * *

    I ditched lunch and stayed in the music room.  Mr.
Proilet asked if I was working on a special project, and I
nodded.  He smiled at me, and asked me to lock up when I left.

    I waited a few moments, but June didn't arrive.  I was
disappointed, and decided to check out the practice rooms at
the other end of the room.  I hadn't played a note the past
weekend, and it couldn't hurt to keep the fingers in shape.

    There was a light on in one of the rooms when I opened
the door.  Inside, I found a totally naked cheerleader with
chocolate-brown skin.

    "June!" I exclaimed, surprised.  "How long have you been
here?"

    "Since second period," June answered.  "I told your
teacher that you left some music in one of the practice
rooms.  I'm not sure if he knows whether I left or not.  I
kept thinking that somebody would come in--I felt very
naughty."

    "Practice rooms are usually used during fifth and sixth
period during Music Theory classes."

    "I heard the band playing last period.  I... I was
playing with myself, knowing you were in the room.  I reached
a loud orgasm.  I don't think anybody heard me, but I felt
very nasty!"

    I wonder how much Mr. Proilet heard about last weekend.
I knew that June's name was mentioned, and Mr. Proilet, one
of the younger teachers, seemed to be pretty much attuned to
what the kids were saying.

    I decided that there were worse things to worry about
than what Mr. Proilet thought.  After all, he cut me quite a
lot of slack, and if he heard my name linked with June, and
knew that June was inside the practice room, then it was
obvious that he let me alone in the music room, so I knew he
wasn't going to try to bust me.

    Still, I felt the wickedness that June described.

    I pulled my pants down, and sat on the piano bench.  I
signaled June to come over, and she was surprised when I
lifted her up and placed her on my lap.  My cock was sticking
up between her legs.

    June looked down between her legs.  "It's as if I have my
own penis!"

    "Well, it's yours only temporary.  I've become attached
to it."

    June laughed, but continued staring.  "It's like...
weird!"

    I moved my hands to cup June's breasts and I felt her
body shiver at my touch.

    I kissed June's ears, and then moved my hands from her
breasts to the ivory keys in front of her.

    This was one of my fantasies, although I never played it
out with Kristen.

    My hands played the opening chords that was the
introduction to Elton John's "_Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road_."

    I softly sung the song lyrics in June's ear as I
accompanied myself on piano.  I could feel June grinding her
crotch against my pubic hair, and I could feel her excitement
start to build as I caressed her body with my arms as I
continued to play the song and sing in her ear.

    When the song was complete, I resumed kissing June's ear.

    "That's a lovely song, but it's also sad song, isn't it?"
June asked.

    "Yes," I said, having progressed to licking inside June's
ear.

    "What's it about?" June asked.

    "A guy is leaving his rich mistress.  However, some of
the words are vague, and it could also be that he's leaving
his male lover.  Looking at it another way, it's also a song
of escape."

    "Ooh, a nasty song!" June said, her wiggling on my crotch
getting more pronounced.

    My fingers were back on June's breasts.  Her nipples were
about as hard as I ever felt them.  I sighed as I remembered
the feel of slippery soap over those nipples.  Kristen was to
blame for this particular fondness I now had.

    June's orgasm wasn't very loud, nor was it very big.
However, June seemed quite content when it finished washing
over her.

    "How do you do it?" June asked, breathlessly.

    "I just do what comes naturally," I said.

    "On four occasions, I've been with you.  I've received
eight orgasms.  And each time, it's been different.  You lick
me, you rub my body, you touch me between my legs, you have
me hump your cock.  How do you do it?"

    "You inspire me to new heights, June."

    "That can't be it," June said.

    "You do, June.  How do you do it?  You enter a practice
room and remove all your clothes.  You wait two periods, not
knowing if anybody will look in before I do."

    "I couldn't have done it if last weekend hadn't happened."

    I laughed.  "I didn't do anything, June.  You are doing
it yourself.  I'm just hanging on for the ride!"

    June rotated herself on my lap so that she was facing me
with my cock aligned with the crack on her ass.  She moved
her legs until they were wrapped around my hips.  Her arms
pulled her body close to mine.  Her nipples rubbed into my
breasts.  "Kiss me, Jim!"

    I did.  June started grinding against me once more.  It
took about ten minutes, but she reached another pleasant
orgasm.

    "I like it this way," June said.  "Archy and I never did
it that way."

    "Archy never had a nasty girl in bed with him."

    "Yeah.  Cunt Whore is pretty nasty, huh?" June teased.

    The clock in the practice room showed me there was still
some more time.  I once again started to play a song, but
when June realized what I was doing, she rotated around again
so she could "participate."

    I played a song that I only tried to play a few times.  I
liked the song when it was a hit, and did an arrangement for
piano for it, but there was never any inspiration for me to
actually perform it--until today.

        I knew a man Bojangles, and he danced for you,
        In worn out shoes.
        Silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants.
        The old soft shoe.
        He jumped so high, he jumped so high.
        Then he'd lightly touch down.


    I sang the song softly, using the piano only to play
arpeggios, the way that the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band played the
song on acoustic guitars.

    June didn't say a word during the song.  I knew that it
affected her, but she didn't say anything.  Her grinding was
minimal during that song, which surprised me.

    When the song ended, June still said nothing at all, but
turned around, hugged me, and cried.

    I hadn't expected this reaction from her.  I hugged her
back, confused.

    After a very long kiss, June broke it off and looked at
me.

    "I have another request for you, Oogie."

    "Yes?"

    "On the day that we get married, could you play that song
for Archy and me?  I would love that song to be our wedding
song."

    "It's not a romantic song, June," I pointed out.

    "Yes it is, Oogie."

    I didn't correct June.  Bojangles Robinson was black, and
the song might have a different meaning to her than it did to
me.  I've learned long ago that a song that people laugh at,
like Blue Swede's "_Hooked on a Feeling_," could also be seen
as romantic, the way my lovely blonde Goddess would always
think of that song.

    June expressed her happiness in my choice of song by
kissing me very long and intimately.

    After we broke from that kiss, I looked up at the clock
in the room, and saw that there was less than five minutes
left in the period.  I moved June off my lap and told her to
get dressed.  I noticed that she went without bra or panties.
"You nasty girl!" I teased.

    "People are already talking about us, Jim.  I feel so
nasty and so proud.  A lot of girls don't believe it.  I
think that they are jealous of me."

    "I know," I said.  "Sherry seemed to know the gossip in
first period."

    "Gossip travels fast!"

    I nodded.  "I'm pretty sure who started it.  Jackie's
boyfriend, Steve."

    "Jackie and Steve broke up after they left the villa,"
June told me.  "Jackie confided to me that she wanted to do
it at the villa but wanted to avoid a nasty and public
confrontation."

    I understood Jackie's motives.  Avoiding confrontation
was why I also declined to do anything about Steve's obvious
dismissal of Kristen's hard rule of "no liquor" at the villa.

    Kristen had made that rule out of respect for me, knowing
how I felt about my father, and had offered all of our
friends a free weekend at a wonderful villa with only that
one string attached.  The fact that Steve so heartlessly
ignored that one request told me a lot about his character.

    "Jackie told me that he's an asshole," I observed.  "I
agree with her."

    "Can you do me a favor?" June asked.

    "Anything."

    "Hold my hand and walk me to my next class."

    I laughed.  "You nasty, nasty girl!"

    The class bell rang, and as June and I walked the
hallway, it was obvious that we received an unusual amount of
stares.  We pretended not to notice, but I could actually
smell the sweet aroma of June's arousal as I deposited her at
her classroom.

    To further dispel all doubts, I gave June a totally
unnecessary good-bye kiss in front of the open door to her
classroom.

    As I walked to gym class, I noticed that a lot of girls
were checking me out, seeing me as maybe being a bit more
available than I was when I was seen as exclusively
Kristen's.  I hadn't expected that particular response,
actually.

    In the locker room, I received a lot of ribbing from my
class mates.  "Way to go, Stud!" said one friend.

    "You better watch out for Tiny," warned another.  "I hear
he wants your balls on a skewer!"

    I winced at that description, but I knew for a fact that
this wasn't true.

    There were only a couple of teases that bothered me.
They all stemmed from the fact that June was Negro and I was
a Caucasian.  My response to that was a serious glare at the
offending parties, who decided to keep their racist thoughts
to themselves.

    Although blacks were no small minority in Chicago at that
time during the 1970s, the suburban community where I lived
was still predominantly white.  Interracial dating was
extremely rare, and I guess that despite the fact that Archie
Bunker was on the air for a while showing bigotry to be the
silly idiotic thing it really is, some people never learned
anything.

    I didn't think of myself as "Crusader Whitey" who would
be responsible for wiping out prejudice in our community, and
to tell you the truth, I really hadn't thought through the
racial angle.  I mean, when I first held June in my arms, the
fact that she was black made her seem more exotic.  But that
was just a very small part of what made her special to me.
She didn't taste or smell any different.  Her skin beaded
water differently than mine in the shower, but I knew white
girls for whom that was true as well.  What I loved about
June was that little girl I discovered who I wanted to get to
know a lot better.

    I noticed that some of the dumber white people no longer
liked me now.  That didn't bother me, actually.  I never
really identified with those assholes, anyway.

    However, some of the black kids also seemed to glare at
me as well, as if I was reducing the amount of pussy
available to them.  I mean, I bet those guys didn't treat
Tiny the same way when he made it clear that June's dance
card was full.  I truly couldn't understand their anger.

    I found myself shunned by those two groups in gym class.
I felt a bit confused about this.  Then a black student threw
a basketball at me (not to me) during a game.  The fact that
he knocked me down and he was supposed to be on my own team
surprised me, as well as the gym teacher.

    That was enough!  I left the gym class, ignoring the
protests of my coach.  I quickly got dressed and walked back
to the music room.

    Mr. Proilet was teaching his Theory class.  He saw me
come into the room, and he interrupted his class.  "More
practice, Jim?"

    "Something like that," I mumbled.

    On automatic, I entered the same practice room that June
and I shared earlier.  Nobody was inside, so I closed the
door and started playing the piano.

    I started with the _Moonlight Sonata_, a song that
usually calms me down.  For the first time that I could
recall, it didn't work.

    Next, I picked a random song: an oldie called "_You're
Sixteen_," and a random key: D-flat.

    It was one of those songs with only about four chords, so
it worked.  I started shouting the lyrics and noticed that
the song consisted of a very limited vocal range.

    The song and key signature suddenly sounded familiar.  It
was an oldie, but there was a remake of it that was on the
radio occasionally.  Ringo Starr sang it; it was his range
and I believe that this was the key he used in the song.  If
I remember correctly, Paul McCartney and Harry Nilsson sang
backup on the song, and one of them even played a kazoo solo.

    I sighed, thinking of the Beatles, and switched before
the song ended to _Day Tripper_, a song that was most
definitely not designed for piano.  I wasn't going for easy,
I wanted hard.  I even managed to pull off one of George
Harrison's sitar songs from Sgt. Pepper.

    I ended up doing a complete Beatles medley, playing bits
and pieces of songs, and at one point, I was trying to
remember the order of the songs on side two of _Abbey Road_.

    I switched from Beatles to Three Dog Night, and when I
started playing a song I realized was "_Black and White_" I
slammed the keyboard cover down hard and put my head in my
hands and started to cry.

    "Jim," my music teacher said, softly.  "We need to talk."

    I don't know how long he was in the room, but he was
there long enough.

* * *

    I hadn't noticed the time.  I spent most of fifth period
through eighth in the practice room.  School was over, and
apparently, many people were looking for me.  Mr. Proilet was
the first person that people checked, and, of course, he knew
where I was.

    As I exited the practice room, I still felt tears running
down my face.  Imagine my surprise when I saw Sherry,
Kristen, Camille, Patty, June, Archy, Lynette, and everybody
I considered to be my friend looking at me, very concerned.

    "Coach Dillard told me what happened in gym," Mr. Proilet
said.

    "I'm a fucking asshole," I said, totally sick at
everybody and everything.

    Mr. Proilet shook his head.  "Kristen, take him home.
Keep him there for a few days.  He's got a lot on his mind."

    Kristen nodded, and I walked off with my Goddess.

* * *

    The phone rang and I picked it up.

    "Hello, Jim?"

    It was June's voice.

    "Yeah."

    "I'm sorry about today," June said.

    "It's not your fault," I said.

    "I'm still sorry."

    "Forget it."

    "I wanted to know... are you mad at me?"

    "I'm not mad at you, June!" I said.

    "I've got homework tonight, but I think I can get my mom
to let me go out tomorrow night.  Can Cunt Whore visit you
then?"

    "You have an open invitation, June."

    "Thanks, Jim." June hung up.

    I was confused about June's call, but then I heard
another click on the line, before I heard dial tone.

    I remembered that kind of click when Merry was a few
years younger eavesdropping on my phone calls.

    There were two extensions in our apartment, but the only
other person in the apartment was Kristen, who was sitting on
what was usually my favorite recliner.  Lynette was at the
hair stylist per Kristen's orders.

    I realized that somebody was listening in on June's side.

    I figured that tomorrow night was going to be interesting.

    I got to bed early, and Kristen didn't have a problem
with that.  We hugged each other tightly, and I fell asleep
quite quickly.

* * *

    It took a lot of convincing from Kristen for me to not go
to school.

    After Kristen drove off, I considered walking the three
miles to the school.  It wouldn't take that long, and it
would give me some time to think about things.

    As I was about to leave, however, the phone rang.

    I picked up the phone.

    "Don't even think of walking."

    It was Kristen.  She hung up immediately.

    Am I that fucking predictable?

    I went downstairs to the practice room and started taking
my frustration out on my electric piano.  Kristen recently
purchased me an upright grand piano, which was similar to the
ones at the school, and I decided that an acoustic piano was
better for taking out my frustrations.

    When I was angry, I played very hard.

    I was in the middle of the _Funeral for a Friend_, from
Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road intro when I saw
daylight flash into the room.

    I turned, while continuing to play the chromatic finale
of the song that leads into _Love Lies Bleeding_ and noticed
my music teacher walk into my practice room.  I stopped.

    "Elton double tracked that part," Mr. Proilet said.
"You're trying to play two keyboards on one to get his sound."

    "Elton used a professional studio," I shrugged.

    "Kristen said you'd either be here or in the next room
playing pool.  A lot of musicians and mathematicians play
pool, you know."

    "Don't you have class?" I asked.

    "Teachers can take days off.  Especially music teachers
that only have commencement to worry about."

    "I think I fucked up with June," I said, knowing that my
teacher knew about the rumors.

    "You fucked up.  How?"

    "She's black, I'm white.  Everybody hates me."

    "Wasn't that the idea?" Mr. Proilet asked.  "Didn't you
want to show everybody that your feet were made of clay?"

    "I didn't want people to hate me!"

    "The only people that hate you are the assholes."

    "There are plenty of people that fit in that category."

    Mr. Proilet laughed.  "Tiny 'accidentally' bumped into
Reggie Woods yesterday after the incident in the gym.  He
made it perfectly clear that people that aren't nice to Jim
Crittenhouse will find they will have Tiny Jonas to deal
with."

    "Really?"

    "How do you do it?" Mr. Proilet.  "June and Tiny have
been going together for years.  You 'discover' him this year,
you're best friends, and he doesn't mind you with June."

    "June's mom is going to confront us tonight."

    "Oh?" Mr. Proilet seemed surprised by that.

    "She listened in when June called me last night.  She
knows that June's coming over here tonight."

    "You don't seem nervous," my teacher said.

    "What can June's mom do to me?  I'm not her son.  She can
forbid June from coming, but she can't touch me.  I'm younger
than June, so it will be difficult to say that I'm taking
advantage of her."

    "For somebody so smart, you still let some assholes
dictate to you."

    "What do you mean?"

    Mr. Proilet sighed.  "If June's mom does that, she's an
asshole, and you already know how to deal with her.  Why
can't you do that with people like Reggie?"

    "He's black."

    "So is June's mom."

    That was true.  "Well, I know why she's going to dislike
me.  She knows what June calls herself when she's with me."

    "And nobody else does?" Mr. Proilet asked.  "You call a
black girl a whore, and black guys will get offended."

    "June chose that name, and I never called her that."

    "Did Lynette choose her name?"

    Mr. Proilet seemed to be pretty well connected into the
school gossip mill.  "Kristen chose that one."

    "I won't lie to you, Jim.  I don't totally understand
you.  You have an amazing gift, and you know it and you use
it.  I've seen a lot of so-called prodigies come and go, but
none of them has the drive that you have.  I'm willing to
call in favors to see that you develop the potential you were
born with.  You seem to have a perfect love life, and..."

    "Yeah, yeah.  I'm the most popular guy in school.  The
cheerleaders love me, every girl wants my baby."

    "As I said, I don't understand you," Mr. Proilet said,
getting back on track.  "You put into motion this... this
totally amazing and unexpected plan to make people think of
you as a regular guy, but when they do, you retreat into
yourself.  Do you want that or do you not?"

    "I want that."

    "Then you will have to expect assholes like Reggie Woods.
If you didn't have June, you could have Sherry Jordan.  And
then, somebody else would have a secret crush on her and
resent you.  When it was just you and Kristen, people
resented you because they secretly wanted Kristen.  When they
saw what the two of you were capable of doing together, and
saw that it was greater than what you did before you met her,
they cut you slack.  You made the right choice, and it was
obvious."

    "And?" I asked.

    "It didn't happen overnight," Mr. Proilet said.  "You won
over a lot of people, including me, when you put together
that '_Hooked on a Feeling_' session.  Do you know people are
still making copies of copies of a cassette of that?  Anyway,
people started realizing what you and Kristen were around
November.  Somehow, the cheerleaders adopted you, and after
the Christmas concert, you arrived.  It didn't happen
overnight."

    I nodded.  His recollection was about correct.

    "Do you know that band enrollment nearly doubled for next
year?  The kids saw our Spring Concert and our performance of
the musical at the junior high, and it seems to have piqued
their interest.  They love the jazz band so much that it's
now seen as hip to be in the band!  You did that!"

    "Really?"

    "You don't do marching band, but even that has stepped
up.  People are excited over the music program now, people
that would never have considered it before.  If I wanted, I
could probably ask for an increase in my salary to handle the
additional people, or even ask for an assistant."

    "Wow.  You need more prodigies, Mr. Proilet!"

    My teacher laughed.  "Jean, please."

    "Sorry."

    "I can't handle prodigies.  Luckily, I didn't have to
handle you.  You already know everything I teach in the
junior and senior Music Theory classes.  I have no idea how
to keep you from getting bored in the next two years."

    "Maybe I could guest conduct the Chicago Symphony.  You
know, for extra credit?"

    Both of us laughed at that.

    "You have a razor sharp mind, Jim.  I think that is what
makes you special.  You have talent, a sharp mind, and a
ruthless work ethic.  Your problem is that you expect nothing
less from everybody else."

    I found myself nodding and then realized that Mr. Proilet
hit upon what was really bothering me.

    "That's right!"

    The two of us talked for a while, and then we played
duets.  I felt better, so I played the electric keyboard
while Mr. Proilet accompanied me on acoustic.

    Mr. Proilet left around noon time.  He drove me to school.

    Kristen, Patty, and Sherry were surprised to see me at
Lunch.  "Mr. Proilet drove me in."

    They noticed that I appeared to be in a much happier mood.

    "What period does June have lunch?" I asked.

    Sherry and Patty answered: "Third."

    Damn!  Missed her.

    I remembered that I skipped lunch on Monday and walked
June to her fifth period class, so I knew where she'd be.

    The girls were still a bit suspicious about me, and Patty
asked me some guarded questions, but by the time the class
bell rang, we were once again chatting like old friends.

    I found June on the way to her fifth period class.
"June!  I need to talk with you."

    "What's up?  I heard that you had kind of a nervous
breakdown."

    "Exaggeration," I said, laughing.  "You know the rumor
mill."

    June laughed.  "Did you hear what Archy did to Reggie
yesterday?"

    "I heard.  Listen, I have something serious to tell you."

    "Sure."

    "Your mother knows about tonight."

    "Huh?"

    "I'm ready for her, so trust me.  I'll find Archy and let
him know, just in case."

    "What are you going to do?"

    "I'm going to do what I should have done yesterday.  I'm
going to grab the bull by the horns."

    In the locker room, people were surprised to see me.  I
remembered each and every asshole that said something nasty
to me and I gave them each a cold look.  I noticed that
Reggie Woods avoided direct eye contact with me.

    It was a tense gym class, but nothing was said, nor was
anything implied.  The tenseness got less as the class drew
on and it was obvious that nothing was going to happen.

    I found Archy in the hallway, and explained to him about
June's mother.  We talked for about five minutes in the
hallway, well into the next period.  He gave me a pretty good
idea of what to expect with June's mother, who was very much
as I expected her to be, having a mother myself.  One of the
things that I saw in June was that similarity of our mothers,
even though I never met June's mother in person before.

    After school, Kristen drove me home.

    June arrived about five thirty.  She arrived with Archy,
but only June entered the apartment.  A few minutes later,
she was nude and sitting on a love seat next to me.

    Lynette arrived about ten minutes later, surprising
Kristen.  I suggested it might be a good thing for the two of
them to spend some "quality time" together.  When and if
June's mother came around, I didn't want the eighteen year
old girls to be around.

    Before the girls could leave, the intercom sounded.  "I
have a Mrs. Rodgers here to talk to Kristen and Jim about her
daughter, June."

    "Wait thirty seconds, Wally, and then raise the gate," I
said.

    "Will do."

    "Kris, Lynette... get downstairs into the practice room.
Lynette, did you bring your car?"

    "Yes, Mr. Big."

    June snickered at my nickname despite her nervousness.

    "Do you have your clothes in it?"

    "Yes, Mr. Big."

    "The two of you should leave after Mrs. Rodgers arrives.
You can get dressed when you leave the property.  Go
somewhere for a couple of hours.  End up at Vaughn's, where
I'll call you guys."

    "Are you sure?" Kristen asked me.

    "I'm very sure."

    "All right."

    The two girls departed, and I went downstairs to the
parking lot and watched June's mother park her car.

    "Is this the orgy place?" Mrs. Rodgers asked.

    "Let's be civil, Mrs. Rodgers.  I've been expecting you."

    The black lady sniffed, thinking that I was showing a
false bravado.

    I was perfectly relaxed.  "Let's go upstairs.  June is
upstairs."

    "You mean, your Cum Whore."

    "I believe she calls herself Cunt Whore," I corrected.

    Mrs. Rodgers was taken aback by my forthrightness, but
caught herself.  "Whatever."

    I led Mrs. Rodgers upstairs, and I saw the outside door
open as Kristen and Lynette ran out.

    Mrs. Rodgers saw June, completely naked, sitting on our
love seat.  She gasped.

    "Mrs. Rodgers, I'm sure you know your daughter."

    Mrs. Rodgers glared at me.  "I don't know what game
you're playing, but..."

    "It's not a game, Mrs. Rodgers."

    "June, I want you to get your clothes and..."

    "I can't."

    "Excuse me?" the mother asked.

    "Archy has my clothes, and he won't pick me up until
midnight.  I have been ordered to sit here, and my Master
hasn't given me any other order, so I cannot get up."

    "Archy is in on this?"

    "Sit down, Mrs. Rodgers," I said in a firm, commanding
voice.

    Without thinking, June's mother did as I directed.  I
smiled and took my place on the love seat next to June.

    "Archy Jonas indeed knows about June and me," I said.
"Archy and June have also given me June's virginity.  I can
take it right now, or I can let her keep it.  It's my choice,
and nobody else's.  Not yours, not Archy's, and not June's."

    "You can't be serious..."

    I turned to June and glanced down at her crotch.  June
heard my unspoken command and spread her legs, a bit shy due
to the fact that her mother was in the room.  I continued to
stare, and she finally opened them wide enough to give a nice
show.

    "Lovely," I said, and I put my right hand on June's pussy.

    "Stop that right now!" Mrs. Rodgers demanded.

    "You are an uninvited guest in my house, Mrs. Rodgers.
You do not give orders here." I turned to June and said in a
stage whisper, "Just a little wider... there, that's it."

    "I won't have you..."

    "What you want isn't the point, Mrs. Rodgers!"

    Kristen and Patty gave me most of the information I
needed, but I spent a lot of time thinking about what I would
say.  I remembered Patty's advice when Ms. Taylor confronted
me in the front office to not allow people to bully me and to
stand up for what I believed.  Even so, I needed to make my
point, and I didn't want to sound crude except where I needed
to.

    I slowly said, "You will not allow your daughter to enjoy
the feeling of a man's fingers?  Why not?  Is she too young?
How old were you when a boy did this to you?"

    Archy also gave me some information on Mrs. Rodgers
during our brief conversation in the hallway.  She married at
seventeen, and June was born only seven months later.  Her
husband left her a few months after June was born.  She
worked two jobs because her husband didn't pay his alimony or
the child support.  She was not a paragon of virtue by any
means.

    "That is none of your business!"

    "If that is the case," I said, continuing to rub June,
"then this is none of yours."

    "She's my daughter!"

    "And you're her mother.  How old were you?"

    "That's none of your business!"

    "Let's see," I said, smiling wickedly at the mother as I
continued fondling June.  "You got married at seventeen, and
June was born seven months later.  Let's do the math!"

    "You... you bastard!"

    I grinned wickedly.  "I will not have you call her names."

    "I was talking to you!" her mother spat.

    June's breathing was getting faster.  I think the
nastiness of my manipulating her in front of her mother was
adding to her arousal.

    "Sticks and stones will break my bones," I chanted.

    I turned my attention from the mother, and moved over to
June and kissed her ear, wiggling my tongue into it.  June's
breathing got deeper.

    "You will stop that..."

    "Or what?  What will you do?"

    "I'll call the police!  This is statutory rape!"

    "The phone is right over there, Mrs. Rodgers.  You'll
find them hesitant coming out here, as Kristen's father is a
big supporter of the community, but a rape charge will get
past any hesitation.  Of course, with June being seventeen
and me being sixteen..."

    "Ms. Swift is eighteen!"

    "She's not here.  Can you prove that Kristen knows what's
happening right now?"

    "This is her apartment."

    I shook my head.  "For her eighteenth birthday, Kristen
deeded this part of the property to me.  To me!  Kristen has
a bedroom in the main house.  Her parents, her brother, June,
and I and a few of our friends are willing to testify to
that."

    "Stop touching my daughter!"

    I decided to up the ante.  I took my other hand, and
started fondling June's breasts, teasing her nipple.  I knew
she was getting quite close.

    "Or what?  Did you know that Kristen and I consulted with
her lawyers this evening?  They say that you can indeed have
me put in jail, but I will be immediately released when the
Habeas Corpus and the notarized depositions they are already
in the process of getting are displayed.  That will lead to
the police dropping the charges, and a civil charge brought
up about something called Wrongful Prosecution, False
Imprisonment, or something like that.  Law hasn't been my
strong suit.  I'm a musician, actually.  Kristen's family has
a bunch of lawyers at their beck and call."

    June's orgasm finally washed over her.  She blushed
cutely as she realized she did so in front of her own mother.
My finger was soaked from her squirting.

    "That was beautiful," I said softly to June.

    "Stop that!"

    "Who are you to speak?" I asked.  "You referred to your
own daughter as Cum Whore!"

    Mrs. Rodgers didn't have an answer for that.

    "Do you love your daughter, Mrs. Rodgers?"

    "What?"

    "It was a simple question.  Do you love your daughter?"

    "I love my daughter..."

    "How much?  As much as any mother loves her daughter?"

    "Certainly..."

    I turned to June, and said, "Get me hard, June.  Just use
your hands."

    June nodded, and started to pull down my zipper.

    "Stop that, June!" Mrs. Rodgers demanded.

    My pants were undone, and I lifted my butt so that June
could slide my pants and boxers down.

    "June, do you love your mother?" I asked.

    June answered, "Yes, Master."

    "Do you think she loves you?"

    Without hesitation, June answered, "Yes, Master."

    I was hard now, the confrontation already having me
excited.  "Let's see how much your mother loves you."

    I suddenly picked June up by the waist.  It wasn't an
easy maneuver.  Luckily, June didn't fight me, despite the
fact that I hadn't warned her about this.

    I moved June so that her crotch was right above my hard
penis.  "Mrs. Rodgers, your daughter is a virgin.  She
planned on saving herself for her wedding day, unlike you.
Archy and June gave me her virginity to do with as I please.
I'm now offering it to you.  Say the word and I will let go
of her waist, and she'll impale herself on me."

    "NO!" Mrs. Rodgers was horrified.

    "June isn't heavy, but I'm not Superman."

    "Put her down!" June's mother demanded.

    I moved June body slightly downward toward my penis.  I
felt June react as the movement was very obvious where she
was headed.

    "NO!  NO!" Mrs. Rodgers cried.

    "You have two choices.  I drop June, and then I marry
her, because she wanted to save her virginity for her wedding
night.  I will find a justice of the peace to make us legal,
as she's of the age of consent, and I already have consent
from my parents.  Second choice, you accept that she is here
of her own free will, and leave us alone."

    "You're joking!"

    Once again, I lowered June slightly.

    "NO!  Wait!"

    Mrs. Rodgers looked in my eyes and saw nothing but cold,
hard determination.

    "I'm getting tired, Mrs. Rodgers."

    Slowly, Mrs. Rodgers got up.  She looked at me with
pleading in her eyes, but I think she realized that she
hadn't been nice with me, so I had no incentive to be nice to
her.

    "Will you let her down?" June's mother asked.

    "Down or off?" I asked.

    "Off, dammit!"

    "Will you admit that she is here of her own free will,
and that you don't have anything to justify a charge of rape?"

    "Yes, dammit!"

    I turned to June.  "Please go to the kitchen."

    June's mother watched her nude daughter walk past her
into the kitchen.

    The two of us stared each other down for a few silent
minutes without saying a word.

    "What kind of monster are you?" June's mother finally
asked.

    "I'm not a monster.  I'm a guy in love with your
daughter," I said.  "She's six months shy of being an adult,
and she'd rather love her mother than resent her mother for
the rest of her life."

    I turned to where June was standing at the entrance to
the kitchen.  "Is what I just said true?"

    "Yes, Master," June answered, nodding.

    Mrs. Rodgers seemed quite mystified.  "Who are you?"

    "Jim Crittenhouse.  I'm a good friend of your daughter's
and Archy Jonas."

    "Archy would never..."

    "Never what?" Archy said, standing quietly in the doorway
where he was for the last fifteen minutes.

    "Archy!  How could you..."

    "Jim told you, he's my friend, and he's June's.  I can
tell you truthfully that he loves June very much and June
loves him as well.  Isn't that what matters?"

    "But..."

    "But nothing," Archy said, interrupting June's mother.
"If you forbid June from seeing him, then you're also
forbidding her from seeing me.  I know June, and she's a very
determined girl.  She'll obey you until the day of her
eighteenth birthday, at which time she'll move away from you.
Is that what you want?"

    June's mother stared at Archy, and then moved her
attention to me.  As Archy said his lines, I had zipped up my
pants.  Once again, there was silence for a few minutes.

    "June?" Mrs. Rodgers called out.

    June looked at me, and I nodded slightly.

    June answered, "Yes, mom?"

    "Is what Archy and Jim say true?  If I forbid you, you'll
just wait until you're eighteen?"

    "Yes, mom."

    I saw defeat in the woman's eyes.

    "Archy?" I said.

    "Yeah, Jim?"

    "I'm sorry you had to be a part of this.  Can you come
back later?"

    "Yeah, Jim."

    "Thanks."

    The linebacker exited the apartment, shutting the door
behind him.

    I stood up and straightened my pants.  "May I show you
something, Mrs. Rodgers?"

    Completely cowed, June's mother didn't protest.  I went
toward the wall in the living room.  "June's never seen
this," I said, pointing to two hooks in the floor about three
and a half feet apart.

    "What are they?" June's mother asked.

    "You'll need to purchase two pairs of handcuffs.  The
idea is that you strip completely naked, and then you cuff
your right wrist to your right leg.  Then you slip the chain
over this hook and press this little button." I pressed the
button, and the hook snapped closed.  "You do the same with
the left wrist and your left ankle and this hook."

    "Huh?"

    "That will leave your legs spread and your ass in the
air.  I'll have somebody rub KY jelly into your ass.  Then, a
black hood will be placed over your face.  After that, you'll
have to wait.  You will know you are naked and exposed, and
you won't know who will see you in this position.  The wait
will seem endless.  All of a sudden, you will feel hands on
your waist... and then..."

    Mrs. Rodgers shuddered as my words hammered home.

    "It's your choice," I explained.  "I'm not forcing you to
come over.  Your daughter made her own decision to come here.
It's not just about sex, by the way.  I do love your
daughter."

    "I'll do no such thing!" Mrs. Rodgers hissed.

    "Perhaps," I said, shrugging.  "I would be willing to bet
you a hundred dollars that your pussy is wet and you're
flowing like a faucet--and I haven't even touched you!  You
are not only considering it, you are trying to figure where
you can get two pairs of handcuffs."

    "No!" June's mother denied it, mostly to herself.

    "When was the last time somebody other than you stroked
your sopping cunt to a delicious orgasm?" I asked.

    "No!" Mrs. Rodgers' voice was getting weaker.

    "Of course, if your timing is wrong, like, say, if June
has already giving me one of her mind blowing orgasms, then
I'd have to have somebody--say, Archy, or maybe Camille with
a strap-on--take my place.  You won't mind, though.  You'll
have that hood on your face and you can fantasize that it's
somebody else... like me."

    "No!" I didn't hear any conviction in her voice.

    "You can leave, now."

    "Please!"

    I didn't answer her at all.

    Mrs. Rodgers looked at me for nearly five minutes before
she realized that she was dismissed.

    After she silently left the apartment, I shut the door
behind her.

* * *

    "Wally, tell me when Mrs. Rodgers' car leaves the
security gate."

    "Will do, sir."

    June ran over to my arms.  "I never thought in a million
years that my mom would agree to it."

    "She probably won't.  But she'll masturbate a lot to the
idea that the possibility is always there."

    "Where are those hooks?" June demanded.

    I showed June.  I also showed a similar pair on the
ceiling above her.  "Kristen used to have a linen mural
stretched here.  She took it down to get it cleaned."

    "It's a setup?" June laughed hysterically.

    I shrugged.  "You know your mother better than me."

    June shook her head.  "You seemed to know her perfectly
tonight."

    "The car has departed, sir," Wally said.

    "Thank you, Wally!"

    I turned to June and said, "I would never have taken you
that way."

    June nodded.  "I know."

    "I felt you shiver when I was holding you."

    "Part of me was hoping that you'd do it, Oogie."

    I was appalled.  "Why?"

    "I told you at the villa," June answered.  "I want you to
be my first.  I want you to teach me everything about
fucking, just as you are teaching me everything about being
with another person.  I want you to teach me to be the
perfect lover for Archy."

    I stared at June for a few minutes.  "I'll teach you," I
said, finally.

    There was a look of disbelief in June's eyes as I said
that.

    I added, "I won't take your virginity, but if you want, I
will show you, along with Kristen and Lynette, everything
that you need to know."

    June looked disappointed.  I did know that what Archy
told me at the villa was correct.  June was going to be hard
to please after a while.

    "I love you," June said.

    "I love you, you little scamp!" I said, trying to break
the serious mood.

    June kissed me lovingly and for a few minutes.  When we
parted, I asked, "Did you really leave your clothes with
Archy?"

    "Kristen said I could wear anything of hers that fits."

    I looked at June and decided that I liked her this way.
"Let me go to the bathroom, June.  Can you call Vaughn's and
tell Kristen and everybody that the coast is clear?  The
number is on the pad next to the phone."

    "Sure thing."

    Before I left, I asked, "By the way, June.  How good are
you on the pool table?"

    "Huh?"

    I smiled to myself and entered the bathroom.

* * *

    I was licking between June's legs.  June was lying on top
of the pool table, her legs spread as wide as she could.

    I heard the door open behind me.  Kristen said, "There
you are!"

    I pulled my head up for a bit and said, "Hey, Kris!"

    "Hello, June!" Kristen called.

    June lifted her head a bit.  "Hi, Kris!"

    I turned to my true love and pointed to June, who was
writhing on top of the table.  "June's pretty good on the
pool table."

    "Archy will be here in five minutes.  I think he wanted
me to give you guys notice."

    "That's all right," June said, sitting up.  "I just
received three mind blowing orgasms.  That's four since I got
here!"

    Kristen looked at me and mouthed, "Only four?"

    I shrugged.  June and I preferred slow and steady;
Kristen preferred machine-gun multiple ones.

    "June, I have a surprise for you!" I said, as I pulled
June off the table and carried her in my arms.

    June squealed in delight as she saw our new communal
shower stall.  She made it to five before Kristen and I had
her properly cleaned off and dried.

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