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Naked In School: About Ron
 Copyright 2003 by silli_artie@hotmail.com
  This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the
prior express written permission of the author.  A work of fiction, 
meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not an
adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive
comments.  Enjoy.

Tuesday Morning

Gwen

I got up early and helped mom fix breakfast.  She reminded me
she'd be picking me up right after school; I was getting new
glasses.  We talked about Ron, at least until my baby brother
showed up at the table.  I knew today would be a big day; Tuesday
was the first day that students in The Program had to get
undressed in front of others.  Mom knew I was worried; she made
sure I got off to school early.  I had butterflies in my stomach
and I don't know what else as I walked to school, worried about
Ron, worried about what I could do to help.

Walking along, I caught my reflection in the window of a parked
van.  I paused and looked, not believing what, or who I saw.

It surprised me; for a moment I didn't believe it.  When I looked
at that reflection, I saw my mom.  I saw her when she was
determined, the way she clenched her jaw and held herself.  I
tried to smile at the reflection, but I stayed determined.  The
way I'd been walking, the way I'd been holding myself -- my mom.

I looked again and sighed.  I look a lot like my mom; a little
taller, breasts a bit smaller, longer legs, but anyone who saw us
together knew we were mother and daughter.  What was it she'd
said about maturing early?  There was more to that than just the
physical.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax, thinking about home.  But
when I thought of Gary, my little brother, I felt my jaw
tightening again -- who would hurt a little kid, and why?  I
didn't understand.

As I opened my eyes, I felt that determination.  I couldn't let
that happen.  I wouldn't let it happen.

Another sigh.  I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'll do
something.  I have to.


Gloria

I don't know when I've felt better waking up in the morning;
Christmas, my birthday, the first day of vacation -- I felt
better than all of those put together!  And what was wilder, I
was even looking forward to going to school!  Running my hands
over my body in the shower, I felt so fucking alive!

When I got downstairs, both mom and dad were in the kitchen.  Dad
was fixing breakfast.  I gave them both a good morning hug.

"You're certainly cheerful this morning," mom told me.

I just smiled.

Then dad asked, "Have anything to do with the boy I saw leaving
the house last night?"

Oops -- busted.

Mom looked at me.  "Who is he, Glorybug?"  At least they were
smiling.

I told them about Ron and the stories running around school.

Mom interrupted me.  "He's the boy living with the Delaneys? 
Janice Delaney?"

I didn't know his aunt's name, just where they lived and that she
worked at the hospital.

Mom was really interested in him.  I told her about the problems
he'd had at school, and I expected more, knowing how kids are. 
She was especially interested in his scars, but like I said,
she's a dermatologist.  She does a lot of work cleaning up scars,
birthmarks, tattoos, and shit like that.

Mom surprised me.  "If he can make it, could you bring him by my
office after school?"

"Sure, I'll talk to him."

How cool -- both mom and dad were interested, and understanding.
They didn't yell, and they didn't give me nasty looks.

I talked more with mom after dad left.  Last year for a while I
guess I'd been kind of wild I, going around with a lot of boys. 
I must have grown out of it over the summer.  When I told mom how
good it felt to hold Ron, and have him hold me, she smiled.  Then
she gave me a hug.

And I saw what time it was!  I had to run to get to class on
time!  But I did it with a big smile on my face.


Ron

I got up when the alarm went off.  I showered and got cleaned up.
 I decided to wear my fancy warm-up pants, tabi, sandals, and a
pullover shirt.

Yesterday had been quite a day!  What would today bring? 
Thinking about phys ed got me hard; what would those girls do?  I
could always use the other side of the girls' locker room.  I
knew I was smiling -- I wouldn't do that.

"I'm glad to see you dressing more casually," aunt Janice told me
when I got downstairs.

I remembered what we'd talked about at school, and tried to
maintain eye contact, and smile.  "Makes sense," I told her.

She was reading her paper and drinking coffee.  "I got a call
from Ms. Kelsey at school yesterday.  Do you know what she
wants?"

I wasn't sure.  "No, I don't."

"I've got more meetings this morning; I'll probably call her this
afternoon."  She sighed and shook her head.  "If something
doesn't break, we're headed for a strike at the hospital."

"I'll let her know," I told her.

"Thank you.  I don't know if I'll be home for dinner or not; I'll
leave you a message," she told me as she got up to leave.

"That's okay," I told her.

"Study hard," she told me, patting me on the head.

I had breakfast, cleaned up, got my bag, and headed to school.

What strange feelings walking to school -- thinking of those
girls in the shower, of Gwen, and Gloria -- and Kevin.  Did he
call me "ashtray" yesterday afternoon?  As I got closer to the
South entrance, I could see kids gathered.

They were crowding both sides of the doorway as I approached.

Someone pushed me back.  "Wait your turn," one guy said.  "Wait
for the bell," a girl said.

A guy's voice in the crowd yelled, "Hey!  There's no smoking here
-- we don't need no fucking ashtrays!"  That was Kevin -- a lot
of kids laughed.

"Knock it off!" a girl shouted.

She stepped closer to me.  She was tall, wearing a black
turtleneck and a silver something hanging from a silver chain
around her neck.  "Don't let them bug you," she told me. She
smiled and stood next to me.  "Seniors go first, then Juniors,
then you two.  Okay?"

I nodded, then told her, "Okay; thanks."

She smiled and said softly, "I'll stick with you for a while;
don't worry."

More people gathered.  She asked, "Who's the girl from your
class?"

"I don't know," I told her.

I could tell who the Seniors were -- I recognized the girl as a
cheerleader.  She wore a sexy silky bathrobe and sandals, and
walked up with a football player on one side of her and a tall
guy on the other.  The guys in the crowd hooted and whistled, but
they didn't touch.

The tall guy undressed, then helped her out of her bathrobe. 
Wow, she was beautiful!  She looked like something out of a
Japanese manga comic -- big breasts, long legs, shaved genitals.
The crowd whistled and cheered as they went into school.

The catcalls started -- the Juniors walked up.  They were holding
hands, and looked scared to death.  Both were shorter than me;
both wore glasses.  They looked and acted timid, which only made
the crowd worse.  I knew how that worked -- the crowd smelled
blood.

The girl standing next to me called to someone.  Another girl in
a black turtleneck elbowed her way through the crowd to the pair
of kids.

I could see the guy crying.  I shook my head -- that's only going
to make it worse.

They recoiled as hands reached out and picked at their clothes. 
Silly -- they'd worn regular school stuff.

"Oh shit -- I'll be back," the gal next to me said.  She went up
the stairs and helped protect the two who were undressing.  I
heard more catcalls and laughing.  The other girl in the black
turtleneck turned and said something to one guy, who backed off.
Then both girls in black helped the Juniors into school.

I took a breath.  That left me.  Gambatte -- I will make it!  I
started up the stairs.


Gwen

The crowd was already thick by the time I got to school.  What
animals -- the way they hooted and whistled at Teri Benjamin --
it was what I would expect though, and she played to it.  I saw
Ron, with an Angel standing next to him.  That made me feel
better.  I thought I saw another Angel in the crowd.  I was
surprised all of them weren't here -- there were four, I
thought.

Oh God, the way the two Juniors were treated -- why doesn't the
school do something?  How could they let this continue, the way
those two were humiliated?  I thought there was supposed to be a
teacher present?  Both Angels had to help them into the
building.

Oh no -- that left Ron alone.  Where was the other girl, Sherry?
She should be here by now.

Kevin started chanting, "Ashtray!  Ashtray!"  Other kids joined
him.  What assholes!

"Shut up, Kevin," I called out as I walked up the steps and stood
next to Ron.  He hadn't started undressing yet.  I looked him in
the eye -- he looked upset and scared at the same time.

Just like me.

But I was going to do something.  I looked at the two empty
clothes boxes and started taking off my blouse, ripping off a
button in the process.  Kevin yelled out, "Ooh! 
Chicky-chicky-chicky!"

"Shut up, asshole!" I yelled back.  The crowd laughed at that.

"I can help," another dork said.

"Ron is helping me," I said.  I turned to Ron.  "Take off my
bra," I told him with a forced smile.

He smiled and fumbled, but he got it off.  I took it from him and
put it in the box.  Then I pulled his shirt over his head.

Kevin started the "Ashtray" chant again.  "Shut up, Kevin!  He's
a lot better built than you are."

Ron surprised me.  He yelled out, "Baka!" or something like
that.

The crowd noise changed; they started mooing Kevin.  I took off
my skirt and panties, putting them in the box.  I slipped off
Ron's pants -- he wasn't wearing anything underneath!

Kevin tried again.  "Not much to see there!"

"He's a lot better hung than you are, Kevee!  And so is my baby
brother!" I yelled.  The crowd picked up on that and razzed Kevin
all the more, some still making mooing noises.

I grabbed my book bag, and Ron's.  "Let's go," I told him as I
handed him his bag.  I stuck to his right side to keep people
away from his shoulder.

We went in the door.  The Angels were helping the Juniors down
the hall.  The kids were crying.

Someone touched my breasts.  I swung around and slapped him.

"Hey!  Reasonable request!" the guy said as he rubbed his face.

I smiled at him, a fierce smile.  "Except that I'm not in The
Program, asshole -- so you touch me, it's harassment.  Got it?"

That was one thing the school still paid attention to.  The kid
evidently knew it, because he said, "Uh, sure.  Sorry.  Won't
happen again."

I could feel the crowd around us.  "It better not," I told him,
"or I'll break your face and then have you thrown out."

I took Ron's arm.  "Do you need to stop at your locker before
English?" I asked him.


Ron

"No, I've got what I need," I told Gwen.  I put my arm around her
waist, to hold her as well as to protect her.  I had to admire
her, taking action and doing what she did.

Baka! I yelled at him; fool, about the worst thing you could call
someone in the part of Japan I was from.  So much I didn't know.
Yes, I knew English, spoken and written, but I knew English as
taught and used by an English Lit major who was a Mormon
missionary.  One area I needed to learn in a hurry was slang.

We had to go upstairs for class, and like usual, there were a lot
of kids at the stairs.

Oh joy -- Kevin caught up with us.  He stood in front of us, that
stupid smirk on his face.

"What do you want, asshole?" Gwen challenged him.

"Just looking," he replied.

Then he reached for my right shoulder, touching me with his index
finger, going, "Tsss!"

He jumped back laughing, immensely proud of himself.

"That's harassment, Kevin -- stop it!" Gwen told him.

He cringed and shook in mock fear, then turned and walked off
laughing.

I tugged on Gwen.  "He's a fool.  Don't let him bother you." 
Maneuvering through crowds was something I knew how to do.  I got
us up the stairs and to class.


Joyce

I got to school Tuesday morning a few minutes before first period
started.

"What's going on in the middle parking lot?" I asked Doris when I
got to our offices.

She shook her head.  "Two kids were caught putting some kind of
grease on the ramp Eric uses."

Oh shit -- Eric is one of our disabled students; he uses a
walker.  "It's getting cleaned up?"

Doris nodded.  "The kids are doing initial cleanup, with a
District crew coming in later."

"Not a good start to the day.  Anything else?"

She glanced to Ed's office.  "Ken Weisgarber was supposed to be
observing the South door this morning, but he called in a few
minutes ago, saying he had car trouble and would be late."

I cringed.  We station a teacher at the South door Tuesday
through Friday mornings to monitor kids in The Program as they
disrobed.  Ken joined the school the middle of last year.  I'd
thought he was a fence-sitter with respect to The Program.  While
I wasn't going to call it outright sabotage, I wasn't happy;
Tuesday was usually the most critical morning for the kids.

"Send me the list so I can check it over?" I asked Doris.  I
hadn't paid enough attention to it.  I wouldn't let a tentative
person work Tuesday morning.

She nodded.  "You'll have it in a few minutes."

I finished marking up the list just after first period started. 
In the past I'd recommended doubling-up on Tuesday mornings.  I
was going to make that recommendation to Ed once more.

But Ed's door was closed.  I couldn't understand what was going
on inside, but from the tone of his voice, it wasn't pretty.  I
looked at the table in front of his office; it had six boxes of
clothes from this morning.  Some good news; there had been some
uncertainty about the Sophomore girl, Sherry Matthews.

I was about to return to my office when the tone of Ed's voice
changed.  He sounded more even-tempered, laughing a bit.  A
woman's voice answered.  It sounded as if they were wrapping
things up.  I hung around.

His door opened a short time later.  Karen, one of our Angels,
came out.  She had a grim look on her face.  Ed told her, "We'll
get it straightened out.  Thanks."

When Karen was out of the office, Ed looked at me and sighed,
shaking his head.  I handed him the reworked schedule.

He glanced at it and smiled.  "You're a mind-reader, Joyce."

I shook my head.  "I think not -- or we wouldn't have Ken
Weisgarber by himself on a Tuesday morning."

"Think it was deliberate?" Ed asked.

I shrugged.  "Don't know, but I won't trust him going forward. 
How did it go this morning?"

He sighed again and leaned on the end of the table.  "You heard
about the parking lot, the ramp Eric uses?"

"Doris told me a couple of kids were caught greasing it."

He nodded, displeased.  "Joan, one of our Angels, caught them. 
She stuck around until cops and faculty arrived.  With Barb still
out recovering from her wisdom teeth, that left Karen and Beth to
cover the South door.  From what I was told, the Junior kids were
savaged.  It was so bad that Karen couldn't stick around for Ron
Hanson."

Ed looked at the boxes of clothes, then pointed, counting them
and looking in each box.  "What the hell is this?" he asked.

"What?  Is something wrong?"  There were six boxes.  I was
willing to bet the silky robe belonged to Teri Benjamin.  The
warm-up pants with the Japanese characters had to be Ron's.

Ed looked at me, puzzled and upset.  "I received a call at home
last night from Robert Matthews, Sherri Matthews' father.  He was
most delighted to inform me that Sherri would not be at school,
as she's been given a full scholarship to Saint Trinians, where
she starts today.  He informed me that the scholarship even
included a substantial uniform allowance."

I nodded, puzzled now myself.  We'd seen this kind of activity
before, families of students in The Program being contacted by
the private schools in the area, even being offered full
scholarships, as in this case.  "So who put their clothes in the
box?" I asked Ed.

He gave me a raised-eyebrow look, shaking his head and rumbling
his moustache in bewilderment.


Bev

Ellen, our school nurse, arrived just as my second period class
escaped.  She set up a comfy-looking cloth-covered folding chair
and placed it at the front of the class.  She helped me bring a
larger platform to the front of the room.  It could easily hold
two people, or her chair.

Ellen is in her late twenties, and very attractive.  She's also
bright, dedicated, and great with kids.  We were lucky to catch
her.  She's a strong supporter of The Program.  Today we'd do
variations on things she'd done in the past.

Or so I thought, until students started wandering in, and Ron and
Gwen came in holding hands, both naked!  I looked to Ellen, who
also looked surprised.  What the hell was going on?

As Ron sat in his seat, I called to Gwen.  "Gwen, please?"

She approached, the determined look on her face carrying through
to her posture.  Maybe there was some fear mixed in there as
well.

"Are you in The Program?" I asked her quietly.

She shook her head and said, "No."

"Then why?" I asked.

She answered quickly and with conviction, her head high.  "To
protect Ron."

I smiled.  "Thank you.  Are you willing to help today?"

Even though she didn't know what was going to happen, she
responded, "Yes, of course."

I was about to say something else when Kevin came into the room.
He went out of his way to go past Ron, and as he did, he poked
Ron in the right shoulder with his index finger, going, "Tssss!"
as he did.

"Kevin, that is harassment, and will stop immediately!" I called
out.

"And it's not the first time this morning he's done it, or the
first time someone's yelled at him to stop," Gwen told me.

Kevin just smiled and waved as he took his seat.  He still
thought it was funny, pressing his finger into the palm of the
other hand, making noises.  I glanced to Ellen.  She looked ready
to punch the idiot's lights out.  I brought her closer, and
turned to Gwen.

"Kevin did that earlier today?"

Gwen nodded.  "Yes -- and before school he was leading chants, of
'Ashtray' and being a real asshole.  I've told him to stop at
least three times."

I looked to Ellen.  "Could you get on your radio and brief Joyce?
 I think someone needs an attitude adjustment."

She nodded.  "Be happy to."  She unclipped the two-way radio from
her belt and stepped into the hallway.

"Have a seat, dear," I told Gwen.  She took her seat.

I let kids mill into the room and find their seats.  Kevin
stopped screwing around -- he must have seen the smile on my
face.

Dana came in, almost late as usual.  She had a surprised and
somewhat shocked look on her face.  She looked to Ron, to Gwen,
then to Kevin.  She sat down quietly and quickly.  I nodded,
still smiling -- she must have heard Ellen talking to the
office.

Ellen came in and leaned over to whisper to Gwen.  Gwen nodded,
and they whispered back and forth.  Ellen stepped back into the
hall.

The bell rang to start class.  I rocked on my heels, smiling,
waiting.  Gee -- the class was surprisingly quiet!  Some of the
kids may have heard about Ellen's previous show-and-tell
presentations.  She only did them a few times a year, usually to
help out with special situations.

Ellen came back into the room, smiling.  She walked up to me and
whispered, "All set -- send him to Joyce when you're ready. 
Joyce wants to see you at break."

"Kevin," I announced to the class, "Please report to Ms. Kelsey's
office.  NOW!"

He blanched -- how nice.  He left the room, not looking quite as
animated.


Joyce

I had Donna pull Kevin's file, even though I knew it pretty well.
 I'm supposed to know better, but it's so easy and so tempting to
label kids some times.  The label for Kevin read Asshole in big,
bold letters.  Even over the radio, with its limited fidelity, I
could tell Ellen had struggled to keep an even temperament.  She
verified that we had witnesses for multiple incidents.  She and
Bev witnessed one, and Gwen witnessed others.  I was startled to
hear that Gwen was naked -- I guess the mystery clothing was
hers.  I needed to talk to Bev.  I made some phone calls, but
couldn't get hold of anyone.

"Uh, you wanted to see me?"  Kevin stuck his head in my door.  He
looked a little scared.  Good -- the school doesn't tolerate
harassment.

"Yes," I told him.  "Come in."

He stepped inside and to the chair.

"You can remain standing.  You won't be here that long."

I that sink in for a moment.

"Kevin, you are harassing Ron Hanson.  You are harassing Ron
Hanson even though you have been told to stop, and told multiple
times.  I checked, and found the copies of the school's
harassment policy that you signed, this year and last year.  So
you know better."

I paused to let that sink in.  He wasn't giving me his usual
smart-ass smirk, which was mildly encouraging.

"The usual response to such behavior is suspension," I told him.
He wavered a bit on his feet, then seemed to relax.  I expected
as much.  Don't throw me into that briar patch....

"But since I can't reach either of your parents, I'm not going to
do that."  Lord knows, teachers and administrators have been
trying to "reach" him and his parents for years.

He looked worried again.

"I'm not going to send you home, because you'd like that," I told
him.

"This behavior has to stop, Kevin, and it has to stop right now.
I'm putting a written reprimand into your file."  To go along
with all the others, I'm sure he was thinking right along with
me.

"Let me tell you some of the options we have if you continue.  We
can expel you from school.  That means you'd have to go to
Polytechnic, way over on the other side of town.  We can call the
police, have you arrested for harassment, and expelled."

I let that sink in for a while.  I could tell he didn't like the
sound of that.  I didn't think his parents would like the thought
of hauling his sorry ass across town to school.

"Good.  I think you understand that we consider this a serious
issue.  Let me tell you a little more.  If anything unusual
happens to either Ron or Gwen -- I don't care if it's a hangnail
-- as far as I'm concerned, you will be held responsible.  Do you
understand me?"

"Y...  Yes," he managed to say.

"Good.  Kevin, I'd like to remind you that you've been signed up
for The Program.  We can put you in The Program any time we want;
we don't have to start on a Monday."  Good -- he was looking more
worried.  Now for the icing on the cake.

"And Kevin, I think The Program would be a wonderful opportunity
for you.  District policy is clear -- we don't place students in
The Program for punishment or retribution.  Rather, The Program
provides an opportunity for you to grow and change."  Pause for
effect -- "Anything else the Angels will take care of.  Go sit in
the chair outside my office until the period is over.  You may
go."

The boy actually looked a little pale!  This might work!  I
turned to my computer and did a quick write-up for his file.  I'd
help Gwen do one, and have Bev and Ellen add theirs.

Angels -- one of the evolutionary aspects of The Program.  They
hadn't started at our school, but the idea certainly caught on. 
Teachers couldn't be everywhere to monitor kids; that's always
been the case, even without The Program.  And, even without The
Program, some teachers have looked the other way with respect to
certain kinds of behavior.  It's too easy and too simplistic to
call the Angels a vigilante response, even if the label is to a
certain extent applicable.  They're a group of self-selected
girls who have taken it upon themselves to be "the conscience" of
The Program.  While it's overly simplistic to say that they
protect girls and punish boys, that is a lot of it.  They also
protect boys and punish girls.  It's amazing what changes a few
days of public humiliation (I'm sorry, that should be
"interaction") by peers can bring about.

But it's more than that.  It's not just what Angels do or say. 
Their presence makes a difference, reminding students.  They are
a visible conscience.  I smirked to myself -- a visible
conscience in a black turtleneck, wearing a silver charm on a
silver chain, the charm depicting the silhouette of a female with
improbably large breasts, a silhouette seen most often on large
trucks.

The four we have this year -- I love them.  They are mature,
responsible individuals.  I smirked -- Karen especially has
imagination and talent.  They also have determination and guts.

Last year we had eight Angels; four graduated.  Of this year's
group, Barbara had her wisdom teeth pulled last Friday, and was
out with complications, possibly for the week.  As the morning
had shown us, the remaining three were stretched too thin.

I looked at the clock, and the pile of work on my desk.  With a
sigh, I got back to work.


Vicky Saunders. M.D.

Don and I expect surprises from our Glorybug, but this?  Don
managed to see a boy leaving the house last night.  But the way
our little girl -- our little sexpot -- looked this morning!  She
was glowing, positively satiated.  So different from her wild
experimentation of last year -- we'd been worried; she'd been so
quiet the last few months, but her therapist insured us it was a
normal phase she was going through.  She told us our Glorybug was
maturing.

I looked at the picture of her on my desk, one taken some years
ago.  Yes, she was maturing.  Her body was certainly mature.  But
such a surprise, the look on her face this morning when she
talked about holding that boy, snuggling and falling asleep after
making love.  Had she used that word, or was that my hopes?  I
remembered my wild days, and the revelation of how good a snuggle
could be.

But this boy, Ron, piqued my professional interests as well.  I
assumed that what Gloria told me was accurate.  Her observations
were probably close, and the stories she repeated seemed to
correlate with what she observed.  Another reason to meet this
boy!

I picked up my phone and called Janice Delaney next door at the
hospital.

"Doctor Saunders calling for the Director, if she's in, please,"
I told her aide.

"Good morning, Doctor.  Any answers for me?" she asked.  We'd
been up late last night trying to figure a way out of a labor
dispute.

I sighed.  "Good morning, Janice.  Actually, I do have some
thoughts.  But I'm calling on a different matter."

"Oh?"

"I believe you and your husband are guardians for a young man,
Ron Hanson?"

"Yes, that's right.  Why?"

"I understand he has some cosmetic problems, some scars from
earlier family life?"

"Yes he does, but that was a long time ago."

"I've been asked to evaluate him, pro-bono, and of course I need
your permission.  I though I could drop by, have you sign the
forms, and we could discuss our labor issue."

"Certainly, I need all the ideas I can get.  When could you drop
by?"

"I've had some cancellations; I could be over in say, five
minutes?"

"That would be fine.  I have another meeting coming up, so I'd
only be able to spare fifteen minutes or so."

"Janice, that fits my schedule as well.  I'm on my way."


Bev

"With that out of the way," I told the class after Kevin left the
room, "I don't know if all of you have met Ellen Rhodes, our
staff nurse, known to some as Rocky."  I nodded to Ellen.  She
smiled and stepped up on the platform.

Ellen is a knockout.  Pretty face framed by short brown hair,
full and firm bosom, trim waist, dynamite ass and legs, almost
six feet tall.  She's a killer volleyball player, and helps coach
our girls team.  Some of the more observant may have noticed she
always wears tops with high necklines, usually tops which show
her figure, as with the one she was wearing today.

"For the first part of the class," I told them, "We'll discuss
scars."  I nodded to Ellen.

She smiled and pulled her top over her head, turning to the side
as she did.  She unhooked her bra, handing it and her top to me.
She unbuttoned her shorts and slipped those and her panties off.

You could have heard a pin drop as she turned to face the class.

She is beautiful.

She raised her right hand and ran her fingers down the scar which
ran down the middle of her chest along her breastbone.  "When I
was ten," she told the class, "I had open-heart surgery to repair
a hole in my heart."

She moved her hands down and pointed to two small scars on her
lower abdomen, just above her neatly trimmed pubic hair.  As she
looked at the class, she told them, "You've seen Ron's scar.  I
had my appendix out a few years ago.  Older approaches would have
left a large scar, similar to Ron's.  Now such surgery is done
laparoscopically, making two small incisions, and a larger
incision through the navel."

She described both surgeries, then went around the room letting
kids look at the scars and touch them.  I'm not sure if some of
the boys (and possibly some of the girls) saw the scars.  Ron
touched her chest scar and smiled.  So did Gwen.  Dana looked as
if she'd been kicked in the stomach.  Ellen took her hand and
touched it to her chest scar, then one of the ones on her
abdomen.  I thought, I hoped, Dana was a good kid and what
happened yesterday hadn't been deliberate.

"Any questions for Ellen?" I asked when she came back to the
front of the room.

I don't think some of the kids had resumed breathing yet.

"Gwen isn't in The Program, but has offered to help.  Gwen and
Ron, would you come up please?"

Gwen moved with determination.  Ron seemed more at ease.  Was
that because of Gwen?

I indicated the platform, and they both stood on it.

I saw Ellen looking them over.  "It's nice to have mature
subjects to work with," she said.

"Yeah, Kevin got thrown out," Dana tossed in.  The class laughed.
 I gave Dana a cross look, but a slight smile.

I leaned back against my desk while Ellen pointed out areas of
physical development in both Ron and Gwen, using both clinical
and more popular terms.  She described how bodies changed, and
would continue to change, and the different rates for men and
women.

She'd been touching them gently, getting both of them partially
aroused.  Ron was at about half-mast, and Gwen's right nipple was
showing the attention it had recently received from Ellen's
talented touch.

"Okay," Ellen said, "Why don't you step off for a moment."

Ron and Gwen stepped down.  Ellen moved her chair on to the
platform, and stepped closer to the two.  "Are you virgins?" she
asked in a quiet voice the rest of the class couldn't hear.

Gwen nodded yes, and Ron nodded no.

Ellen nodded and whispered, "Thank you."

She stepped on to the platform and sat in her chair.  "Ron, I
think you should be first."

I took a breath.

She held out a hand to Ron.  "Please," she said.

Ron stepped up on the platform.


Vicky Saunders. M.D.

I sighed as I walked back to my office.  I had the paperwork
signed, that was the good news.  That woman was a brilliant
administrator, but she was worse as a parent than I was -- and
that was saying something.  Of course, how long had it taken me
to learn that the scars on many of my patients went far, far
deeper than just their skin?  I was worried about Ron -- the
scars he had were the kind that could go all the way to his soul.
 And yet that made me feel better about our Glorybug -- she'd
felt something, and responded to it.  She'd grown a lot in the
last year.  Our little girl had a heart.

I knew just who to call at Pioneer High -- Ellen Rhoades.  I
hadn't spoken with her since last May or so.


Gwen

I watched Ron step up to the platform and take Ellen's hand.  She
is so pretty, so tall and poised.

"Here, I want you to sit in my lap," she told him as she drew him
closer.

Ron blushed a little, and a lot of kids in the class giggled -- I
know I did.  Then I blushed too -- had I volunteered for this as
well?  I guess so.

"Relax," Ellen told him, "and let me hold you."

She arranged his legs so they were outside hers, and wrapped her
arms around him, leaning him back on to her.  "Relax; I've got
you," she whispered."

Oh the smile on his face as she held him!  And oh, the erection
he got! A lot of kids saw that; how many of them saw the smile on
his face, or heard him sigh as she held him and rocked him
gently.

She held him like that for a minute or two, whispering in his
ear.  He had his arms over hers, his eyes closed, a big smile on
his face.

She started talking louder, talking to the class.  Ron's eyes
were still closed.

Kids laughed when she said she was going to explain how we could
tell if a boy was aroused; I thought we could see that pretty
easily!  But she went on to tell us there was a difference
between getting someone off, and getting them really aroused. 
She moved Ron's arms from around hers to at his sides, then held
him a bit more and whispered to him.

She told us once a boy gets aroused, naturally he wants to come,
to have an orgasm.  But there's a lot more you can do to give him
pleasure, if he'll just slow down, relax, and enjoy it!  Some
girls laughed at that.

So everyone could hear, she told Ron that he was safe, and he
could relax in her arms and enjoy everything that was happening.

Hearing her and seeing the smile on his face made me tingle all
over.

She alternated whispering to him and speaking out loud as she ran
her hands over his body, describing what she was doing.

I never realized a boy's nipples could be sensitive, but the
noises Ron made and the way he moved as she ran her fingers over
him told me they certainly were.  Then she started running her
fingertips down the sides of his body, from his shoulders and
chest to his thighs.  He moaned and arched his back.

She was circling her fingers along the insides of his hips as she
whispered in his ear.  Her fingers never got closer than the edge
of the short, curly brown hair around his cock, but he was
breathing deeply, and his hips were moving, his erect cock
plowing the air.

I'd forgotten Ms. Foster was standing right next to me, at least
until Ms. Rhodes, Ellen, looked at us with a real sexy smile.

Ms. Foster leaned down to me and whispered, "Would you like to
help?"

I felt myself blushing.  "Uh, I'm not sure," I whispered back to
her.

She must have done something, because Ms. Rhodes nodded.

Ms. Foster whispered, "You could kiss him and run a hand over his
chest.  Could you do that?"

"Uh, sure," I told her.

"Okay," she whispered, "I'll tell you when.  You don't have to if
you don't want to."

I could feel the smile on my face, and the tingle all over my
body, especially in my nipples and between my legs.  "I want to,"
I told her.

Ms. Rhodes nodded again, her hands still circling on Ron's hips,
moving closer to his cock as she started whispering to him again.
 He let out a sigh, then a moan.

"Get ready," Ms. Foster whispered.  When she touched my shoulder,
it felt like I'd been hit by sex lightning.

Ms. Rhodes' fingers moved closer to Ron's cock and his balls,
stroking rhythmically as he moaned and moved on top of her.

"Now," Ms. Foster whispered.

I bent over, licking my lips and closing my eyes as I got closer,
kissing him and feeling his chest and tummy.

Ms. Rhodes was whispering something I couldn't hear, but I sure
could hear Ron moan, and I felt him shake.  I kissed him, holding
him.  After a bit he stopped shaking and moaning as much.  I felt
Ms. Foster's hands on my back; they felt very nice.  She helped
pull me back to standing.

As I stood, I could see where Ron had squirted off to the side
away from Ms. Foster and me.  I suppose Ms. Rhodes helped with
that.  She was holding him again, her arms around his chest,
holding him as she whispered in his ear.  I think if she let go
of him, he'd fall on the floor, he looked so relaxed.

She must have said something, because Ron said, "No, please hold
me," just loud enough for me to hear.  She held him a while
longer.

Slowly he opened his eyes.  He sighed, then held her arms and
squeezed them.  Ms. Foster moved closer and helped him stand up.
He looked so wobbly!

Then Ms. Rhodes looked at me, into me.  "Gwen?"

It was my turn!


Ron

I thought I'd been hit by lightning yesterday -- first in the
shower, then in the locker room, then the two times with Gloria,
each more intense than the one before.

That was nothing -- I couldn't stand up without help from Ms.
Foster.  What happened?  I was still dizzy, almost in a fog.  In
her arms the whole room disappeared -- it was just the two of us,
and for a while it felt like her voice was far away.

Ms Foster helped me lean against her desk, and she stood next to
me, between me and the rest of the class, and put one of her arms
around my shoulder.

I watched Gwen as she sat in Ms. Rhodes' lap, her legs going
outside Ms. Rhodes' legs, leaning her back, hugging her,
whispering in her ear, telling her to take a deep breath, then
let it out and ... relax.

Oh God -- I felt it again, just watching, feeling so safe, so
relaxed.

"I've got you, Ron," Ms. Foster whispered.  "Watch and learn."

Oh, I watched, and I learned.  I'd learned from Hitomi and Akiko
in Japan, but nothing like this.  I watched as Ms. Rhodes ran her
hands over Gwen's body, getting her aroused.  I watched Gwen's
nether lips swell and part, seeing them glisten with moisture.  I
remembered Hitomi in the boat in the harbor, as she taught me how
to eat her.

Gwen's nipples were so pretty, and looked so tasty.  I don't know
how it happened, but I ended up on my knees next to the chair. 
Ms. Rhoades took my hand in hers and helped me stroke gently
between Gwen's legs.  Her whispering took hold of me, and a hand
at the back of my head moved me closer to one of Gwen's breasts.
I took her nipple in my mouth as I stroked her with a finger.  I
heard her moaning and felt her moving under me.

I knew I was on my knees, but I felt like I was on my back again
in Ms. Rhoades' arms, the soft whisper of her voice going through
me.

As Gwen moaned and shook, I came again, a hand holding me to
Gwen's breast.  As that hand held me, I held on to Gwen and Ms.
Rhodes.


Bev

Oh God, that was so intense, and so loving at the same time.  I
helped Ron stand up, then Gwen.  Ellen stood up and gave me a
look of pure lust.  Then she took the kids out to the hall to
bring them back to Earth.

Last year, I'd substituted for a senior girl  in one of Ellen's
"demonstrations."  I'd never come like that in my whole life!

I took a deep breath and looked over my class.  From the flushed
looks on some of their faces, they were still breathing....

"Well," I said a little too loud, to deliberately break the
spell, "Questions or comments?"

Nothing, not even a "When do I get my turn?"  Not surprising --
it usually takes kids a few minutes to recover.  How long would
it take me to recover?

"While you recover then," I told them, "I'll summarize.  First,
what amazing things can happen if you relax and take your time! 
This is especially for the boys, but you girls should listen as
well -- nobody died because they didn't get off right now."  That
got nervous laughter.  "Relax and savor every moment.  Let things
happen.  Girls, if things aren't happening to your liking, speak
up!  Guys, you'd better listen -- and not just with your ears! 
And all of you -- ask your partner what they would like.  Ask
them if they like what you're doing.  Ask how you could make it
better.  Listen to what they tell you, with their voices, and
their bodies.  Could you tell when Rocky did something Ron or
Gwen liked?"  I saw heads nodding up and down.  "Damn right you
could!"  That got some laughter.  Good; most of them were with me
again.

"How long did it take Ron to get aroused?" I asked.  Snickers and
laughter.  "Right -- not too long.  How about Gwen?"  Heads
nodding.  "Right -- it took longer.  Somehow, I don't think many
of you were watching the clock.  I took a few glances at it."

I took a few steps, moving around.  I've seen that performance
five times, and participated once, and it blows my mind every
time.

"So who came first, quickest really, from the time they sat down
in Rocky's lap?"  I looked at the class.  "Okay, show of hands. 
Who thinks it was Gwen?"  A few hands went up.  "And who thinks
it was Ron?"  Most of the kids raised their hands.

I smiled and nodded.  "With Ron, it was sixteen minutes.  Gwen
was nine and a half.  Surprised?"

Most of them looked astonished.  "Let's think about that for a
bit.  If I'd asked before we started, most of you would probably
have bet your lunch money that Ron wouldn't have lasted two
minutes in Rocky's hands, right?"  Heads nodding, sounds of
agreement.  "Okay, we all watched what happened -- you guys
especially, think of what Ron would have missed out on if he'd
only lasted a short time.  Think of what happened because he
relaxed and let things happen.  Pretty intense, right?"

Most kids were considering that carefully, especially the boys. 
"That's what can happen if you're with someone who cares, and
both of you take your time," I told them softly.  "Girls, you
know how to get a boy off quickly -- but do you know how to get
him off really, really slowly?"  Among the girls, Dana had a big
grin.  Some of the boys were blushing.

I let that sink in for a bit.  "What we witnessed was very
special.  Don't expect things like that to happen often.  What we
witnessed was the result of trust, openness, and self-confidence.
 Questions?"

One of my girls had a funny look on her face.  "What is it?" I
asked her.

"But what if I don't want to wait?  Some times I get so ...
hot."

I smiled.  "I know.  So do I."  That revelation got looks of
surprise.  "When that happens, let your partner know, and do the
best you can.  Some times that means letting go, letting your
body do what it needs to do.  Some times that means coaching,
encouraging, or demanding."  Nodding and some laughter. 
"Remember -- the world isn't ending.  There will be tomorrow, and
the next day, and the next day."

I had a feeling I might be leading some of these kids astray. 
"Did either Ron or Gwen plan what happened?  Did they direct or
choreograph things?"  Shaking heads.  "No they didn't!  They
relaxed and went with it.  That's the thing to learn."

I caught motion out of the corner of my eye.  Ellen was leading
the kids back into the room.  I walked over to them and gave each
of them, including Ellen, a big hug.  As soon as I started, some
of the kids started applauding.  That was nice; a little weird,
but nice.

Ron and Gwen sat down, looking a little spaced still.  Ellen gave
me a big smile and started getting dressed.

The bell rang.  "Thank you; see you tomorrow!" I told the kids.

Gwen and Ron walked out holding each other; I think it was more
holding on to each other.

"Thank you," I told Ellen, giving her a hug."

She smiled.  "You're quite welcome.  Two interesting kids."

I chuckled.  "They're all interesting."

She nodded.  "Drop by Joyce's office?"

"Will do.  I'll walk over with you."


Joyce

Bev and I hugged.  She headed back to class, and I walked to Ed's
office.  His door was open, but I knocked on the door jamb
anyway.

He looked up from his usual never-ending pile of paperwork.  "You
can come in if you have good news," he told me.  Then he smiled.
"Come in anyway."

"Thanks," I told him, closing the door after me.  I dropped into
one of his visitor chairs.

"That bad?" he asked.  "It's only Tuesday."

I nodded.  "And we haven't even completed a month of school."

He looked at me over the tops of his reading glasses.  "I thought
I saw one of our future leaders sitting outside your office a
while ago."

"You mean Kevin?" I asked.

He nodded as he took off his glasses.  "Looked like you scared
the shit out of him -- congratulations.  What happened?"

"He's been harassing Ron Hanson, and doing it in front of
people."

"You suspended him?"

Immediately after saying that, Ed made a rude noise.  "Pardon me;
I should know better."

I smirked and nodded.  "Yeah -- he would like that.  I told him
his behavior had to stop, and that if it didn't, we could have
him expelled, or arrested and expelled.  I also let him know that
if anything happens to Ron or Gwen, as far as I'm concerned, he's
responsible."

"Gwen?" Ed asked.  "Who's Gwen?  But that wouldn't scare him -- I
think his family knows more of the police department than we
do."

I nodded, then smiled.  "I reminded him that he's eligible for
The Program."

"And?" Ed asked.

"And I told him The Program provides a tremendous opportunity for
personal growth and change.  I also reminded him we do not put
people in The Program for retribution or punishment."

"And?"

"I may have mentioned the Angels," I told him, glancing up at the
ceiling.

He smiled and nodded.  "Good for you -- that would do it.  Any
more good news?"

"I know who contributed the mystery clothing."

He perked up.  "Oh?  Who? An exhibitionist come out of the
closet?"

I chuckled.  "Not quite.  Gwen Doherty, a Sophomore, in most of
Ron Hanson's classes.  From speaking to Bev Foster, Gwen did it
pretty spontaneously this morning.  When Bev asked her why, know
what she said?"

"Not a clue."

I smirked.  "That wasn't it.  She said she did it to protect Ron.
 I'll be talking to her at lunch, in part to get her statement on
Kevin's behavior."

Ed smiled.  "That's the first encouraging thing I've heard
today."

"And Ellen put on a show-and-tell session with those two kids in
Bev's class that was pretty amazing."

Ed sighed, shaking his head.  "I was born too early," he said
with almost a straight face.

I chuckled.  "Your parents would have sent you to a parochial
school -- for boys."

He chuckled with me.  "You're probably right."


Gwen

My legs were still kind of wobbly when we left class.  I was glad
I had Ron to lean on, and I think he was leaning on me just as
much as I was leaning on him.  I walked him upstairs to his math
class.  "See you at the pool," I told him outside the door.  We
hugged, and that was nice.  I decided to go right to French and
study a little more.


Gloria

Oh, I wasn't sure where his locker was!  I waited in the general
area, and saw him coming down the hall.  I knew I was smiling; he
started smiling as well.

After he opened his locker, I gave him a quick hug.  "How are you
today?"

He smiled and held me.  "Fine."

"Last night was very special," I whispered.

He sighed and held me more.  Oh, how good that feels!

"Oh, it was," he whispered in my ear.

As we started walking, slowly, I asked him, "Meet me after
school?  My mom wants to meet you, and we can head back to my
house."  I had an arm around his waist; I squeezed him a little.
"I'd really like that."

He squeezed me!  Then he said, "I'd like that a lot.  Will I see
you at lunch?"

"You bet!" I told him.

He seemed a lot more relaxed today, even as people touched him as
we walked along.  I was on his right side to protect his right
shoulder.  By the time we got to the Girl's locker room door,
that gorgeous cock of his was standing straight up, and oh how I
wanted it again!  I gave him another hug.  "See you at lunch," I
told him.  As I stepped away I managed to run my fingers down his
front and over his cock.


Gwen

French went well.  I wanted to get to P.E. quick.  But as I
walked along the hall, I saw a bunch of kids crowded around
someone.  As I got closer, I heard a girl crying, sobbing, "Stop,
stop."

Oh shit -- it sounded like that Junior girl from earlier.

"She said STOP!" I yelled, pushing through the crowd.  I was glad
I had both hands free.

There she was, up against the lockers, crying, cringing.  A boy
was pinching one of her tits -- not touching, pinching!  I
slapped his hand, as hard as I could.

"She said STOP!" I yelled, again.

I put an arm around her and turned.  Oh shit -- we were
surrounded by kids, mostly boys, and none of them looked very
friendly.

"We can touch," one of them said.

"That wasn't touching, it was pinching -- you were hurting her,"
I snarled back.

A hand reached for me.  "So maybe you want to play?"

I slapped that hand.  "Except I'm not in The Program, asshole, so
keep your paws to yourself."

"She sure looks like she's in The Program," another boy said.

God, there were a lot of them!  How had Ron moved us up the
stairs?  He just did it.  I tried to move the girl, but she
wouldn't budge.

"Looks like it to me," another said.

"Well she's not!" called another voice.  One of the Angels pushed
her way through the crowd.  The boys started to take off.  I
grabbed one by the shirt, holding him.

"Hey!" he yelled.

"This one was pinching her -- after she asked him to stop," I
said.

The Angel grabbed the other side of his shirt.  She had to be six
feet tall.  She looked down at him.  "Why Jeremy -- we've talked
to you about that.  When you're in The Program, I promise you --
I'm going to twist your left nut clean off."  She spun him part
of the way around and gave him a shove.

"How are you?" she asked softly, turning once more to the Junior
girl.

"Bruised," I said, pointing to the sides of her breasts.

"Let's walk to the office," the Angel said.

She was on one side, and I was on the other, the girl between us,
shaking but not crying any more.

When we got to the admin office door, I told them, "I have to get
to P.E."  Then to the Junior girl I said, "I'll watch for you,
but you can't put up with that shit."  I squeezed her hand, and
left.

Hands brushed me as I made my way back through the halls to P.E.
Damn, I'd be lucky if I wasn't late!  I made it to my gym locker
and threw my bag inside.  Why bother with a swimsuit?  I put my
sandals in the locker and closed it, then headed to the pool.

A lot of kids were waiting in the bleachers already; I had a
seat.  And what do I hear?

"Yeah, they were like right across from me -- the same as
yesterday after class!  One of them was pulling that Ron kid by
his cock while the other one, the blonde, was kissing him.  They
like pushed him on his back on the bench, and the blonde one sat
right on his cock and started fucking him!  She was moaning, and
so was he, then the brunette pulled off her top and bra and held
his head down with her tits.  The blonde started making all this
noise, and I got out of there!  What a show!"

I rested my head in my hands.  Maybe Ron didn't need so much
protecting after all.

"Look!  There he is!" called a girl.

I looked around.  The door to the Girl's locker room was still
closing, and Ron was walking towards us, a little shaky on his
feet.  He was still wearing his funny socks with the toes, and
his sandals.

"Mister Hanson!" Coach Levy called out.  He was standing by the
pool with another one of the coaches.


Ron

God, that had been intense!  Hugging Gloria outside the locker
room, the way she ran her fingers over me -- then I stepped
inside, and wham!

They grabbed me, and before I knew it I was on my back, one of
them riding me as another one tried to smother me.  I came so
fast, and so hard!

And afterwards they pulled me to my feet, wiped me off some with
a towel, and headed me on my way with a pat on my bottom.

I walked over to Coach Levy and the guy standing next to him.

"Ron," Coach Levy told me, "This is Pete Tatman, our other swim
coach.  Pete also handles conditioning and weight training."

We shook hands.  Coach Levy said, "He's all yours, Pete!"

I followed Coach Tatman as we left the pool.

"Anything wrong, Ron?  You look kind of wiped out," he asked as
we walked down a hallway to part of the gym I'd never been in
before.

I sighed.  "I'm okay -- some girls jumped me in the locker
room."

He laughed and clapped me on the back.  "Then I'll take it easy
on you for a while!"

We went to a room full of weight machines.  He wanted to evaluate
me for flexibility and strength so he could set up a program.  If
I decided to join the swim team, I'd be alternating swimming with
weight workouts for a while.

We talked about what I'd done, swimming, running, and such. 
While I hadn't done weight workouts, I showed him some of the
exercises Ushida-san taught me.  He thought they were pretty
good.

I guessed I was pretty flexible.  After we warmed up some, he
started me on the machines, pushing weights.  That was fun -- he
really pushed me hard!

That went on for over half an hour.  Finally though, we stopped.
I dried myself off with the towel he'd given me.  We talked for a
bit.  He thought I was in pretty good shape, and weight work
would really help.  We got up and started walking again.  The
next step, he told me, was nutritional analysis and counseling,
to be sure I was eating right.

Oh shit -- we walked right into Ms. Rhodes' office!


Ellen

I hoped Doctor Saunders could help Ron; she'd helped me a great
deal, cleaning up the top and bottom sections of my chest scar. 
You could hardly tell the incision had gone up almost to my
throat and down to my navel; only the part right over my
breastbone was left.

I spoke to Joyce; she volunteered to pull together the paperwork
to send to Doctor Saunders once we received the proper forms.

That left me pretty much caught up.  I looked at my calendar -- I
was supposed to do a nutritional workup for one of our coaches. 
I pulled out my binder.  I liked shocking kids, educating them as
to the crap they were eating.

But the shock was on me -- who did Pete Tatman bring into my
office but Ron Hanson!


Doctor Vicky Saunders

It was good to talk to Ellen at Pioneer High; we hadn't seen each
other in a year or so.  She confirmed a lot of my fears about the
Hanson boy.  It's sad and amazing how quickly kids can pick up on
things, and really hurt others.  Ellen thought he was in worse
shape than she'd been before she saw me the first time.  I told
her I hoped to see him this afternoon; I'd already faxed the
consent forms to the school, and looked forward to whatever other
information she could give me.  I asked if he'd seen a therapist,
and she told me he hadn't.  I suggested Andy Wilson at the State
University hospital, or his wife Rachel.  She agreed, and said
she'd place a call to them.  They were a few hours drive away,
but they were probably the best with kids and teens within a
thousand miles.

I shook my head.  Kids -- it's a wonder any of us survive.  I
glanced over my revised schedule.  I was still holding an opening
for the afternoon, hoping Glorybug would be able to bring Ron in.
 Tomorrow afternoon and evening was my monthly tattoo clinic,
mostly working with kids who were regretting earlier decisions.


Ellen

"Why Ron, it's good to see you again!" I told him.  He looked a
bit shocked as well.  After what we'd been through in Beverly's
class, I didn't want to sit in a small room with just him so soon
-- didn't want him developing attachments.

Besides looking shocked, though, he looked damn good -- better
than in class.  I guessed Pete had just put him through the
wringer in the weight room.  If girls hadn't been after him
before, the way his muscles were standing out, they surely would
now!

"Let's get your height and weight, then walk over to the
Cafeteria and talk," I suggested.

He was at about the 90th percentile on the height chart, and
about the 60th percentile on weight.  Looking at him, I could
almost envision what he'd look like at the end of the year, with
Pete and the others helping him -- if he wanted to do it.

"Let's head to the cafeteria.  We can even get lunch early," I
suggested.

We both laughed as his stomach growled in response.

As we walked, I asked about what he usually ate.  When we got to
the cafeteria, they weren't quite ready, so we had a seat.  Ron
moved to a table against the wall.

The more I asked about his diet, the more perplexed I got.


Ron

I could tell Ms. Rhodes was a little confused about what I ate. 
After seeing what other people ate, I was confused, too!

"I think I can explain," I told her.  "First, my aunt and uncle
are Mormons -- that means no caffeine and no alcohol.  The people
around us respected that.  We lived in a small fishing village --
no fast food places, not even a lot of vending machines, just
traditional food.  Occasionally someone would have carbonated
beverages, but my aunt and uncle frowned on those, as most of
them have caffeine.  We ate a lot of rice, fish, vegetables, and
fruit.  My aunt always had a stash of vitamins that she gave us,
and cheese -- we had cheese on something or with something every
day."

"Why was that?" she asked.  She was so pretty -- so much fuller
and rounder than Gwen or Gloria.

I blinked, focusing.  "Cow's milk is pretty rare.  My aunt told
me that many Japanese are also lactose intolerant -- they can't
digest cow's milk.  She fed us cheese for the calcium; she wanted
to keep her bones strong."

"Smart woman," she said, smiling.

Oh, when I'd been in her arms, that had been so good, melting
into her...

"They're ready for us," she said, waking me up again.  With a
grin she added, "And you don't even have to pay this week."

As I stood up, I was kind of surprised I didn't have an erection.
 But as I thought about it, that changed!

Work in Progress Rev 03/22/2004

Naked in School: About Ron
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www

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