Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this written work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by the author unless explicitly in

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this written work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by the author unless explicitly indicated. For questions or concerns, email technite86@yahoo.com. Copyright 2013

Unlike previous chapters, this is only part one of Friday morning. Part two will follow when I've written it.

D'inspiration (or d_insipiration_pseudonym) <technite86@yahoo.com>

Allison/Emanuel Naked in School (NiS, hs, exhib, voy, pett, mf, ff)

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Friday Morning:

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Emanuel looked around the empty, all white room. Someone went through a lot of trouble to keep this space as clean as possible. But what use is an all white room with nothing but a window you can't see out of, and a door that doesn't open?

Suddenly, he heard a deep, male voice echo in his head. Look out the window. Once you have your answer, the way forward will open.

Emanuel walked to the window, noticing that the sky was now visible. In the distance he noticed a bright and shining city filled with trees of every size and color. From the center of the city he heard music like he'd never heard before. It sounds like ten-thousand full-sized professional orchestras and choirs all performing in one space. Yet it feels like the music a person serenading his lover might play in private. How can anything be so grand and majestic, and so heart-felt and intimate at the same time?

He paused for a moment. Wait, that's how mom used to describe praise. If that's the case, then this can only be one place. And the function of this room is to prepare one's self for what comes next.

Emanuel heard the door swing open. Precisely. Go forward... someone waits for you with a message.

He walked back to the door and looked in. He saw a comfortably decorated room with several couches. Sitting at one of them, he noticed a person with long, curly black hair. Just like mom's hair was. He continued around the couch and felt his heart tense up as he came face to face with the person. It is mom!

He watched her smile. “It's been far too long pequeno. I'd heard that you grew into a fine young man, and that's certainly true.”

Emanuel sat down next to her. “I take it you don't have a way of looking earth-ward then.”

He watched her look down. “No, we do have a way. I've just never felt right using it after abandoning you and your father.”

“Mama, why didn't you tell us sooner about the cancer? Dad and I could have helped you through it.”

“I thought I could handle it on my own. I depended too much on my own strength. And I learned too late that I should have asked for help.” He heard her pause. “I see that same thought in you. Please don't make the same mistake I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know that your father's gone crazy because of his grief, and I know that he plans to get rid of everything that reminds him of me...” he heard her pause again, “including you.”

“So do I mama. I've saved enough money to get me through for at least a few months, and I can begin working part time to raise the rest.”

Emanuel heard her sigh. “That's exactly what I mean. You don't need to take that path yet. You have people who are willing to help you.”

“Do you mean...”

“Yes, your future wife and in-laws, as well as your other close friends.”

“So that desire isn't crazy?”

He watched her smile. “Not at all. From what I understand, you and her are meant for each other.” He watched her look down again, them back up. “So please, accept the help others are waiting to give you.”

“Can you help dad at all?”

“No. I've tried to, every chance I've gotten, but he refuses to even listen. I believe he needs to hit rock bottom before he will.”

“Will something like this happen again mama?”

“Only if the message is important. Visits like this are supposed to be rare. And I fear we don't have much time left for this one.”

Emanuel heard a loud crash. Was that the sound of glass breaking?

“He's awake I'm afraid. Can you forgive me for what I've done?”

“Of course mama...” he paused, “I hope someday dad can too.”

Emanuel watched her stand up, and motion for him to do the same. “Me too pequeno.” He stood up and felt her pull him in for a hug. “I have always loved you, and I always will.”

He felt a few tears escape his eyes. “I love you too mama.”

He heard the screaming begin: “Wake up you little brat, and unlock this door right now! This is MY house, and you have no right to keep me out of any part of it!”

Great, he's sober enough to speak clearly, but drunk enough to try something stupid.

Go, and do what must be done.

Emanuel watched the room begin to fade. Will I be able to return here again?

In time. For now, your place is in the world you know.

He watched his mom begin to fade.

“I'll miss you mama.”

As long as you want it, there will be a place for you here. Go, and keep living well.

I will.

Emanuel watched as the room finished fading, and his room came into view. He quietly climbed out of bed and walked to the interior door. I need something that can block it, in case he does anything... but what?

He looked around, and spotted a nearby tall, heavy dresser. That should work. Summoning all his strength, he pushed the dresser in front of the door. That should hold him until I can figure out a more permanent solution.

What's wrong Manny?

Dad's drunk earlier than usual, and the only thing keeping him from breaking down my door is the dresser I just pushed in front of it. I don't know how long that will keep him out though, so I need to come up with something better.

How strong is your exterior door?

Emanuel walked toward the bathroom and quietly stripped. Strong enough. It's survived storms before, so I doubt he can get through it. I'm more concerned about him breaking through the connecting door... He paused and felt the water's temperature warm up at least, until I can find somewhere else to live. Once I'm out of here, he's free to do as much damage to the house as he wants to.

Even though it's your house too?

As strange as it might sound, yes. He can damage the house all he wants, but he can never damage the memories I have from it.

How long do you expect to have before he forcibly kicks you out?

Maybe a week at most. But that week will be utter hell.

If you need to get out sooner...

I know. I'll ask tonight.

Emanuel felt a surge of joy briefly from Allison. What changed your mind?

I'll tell you once we get to school... I'm not certain this is something I can tell anyone from a distance. He reached for the soap, and quickly lathered up.

Okay. Do you mind if I masturbate a little before then? I woke up kind of horny.

He smiled and rinsed off the soap. Not at all. Have fun.

Would you like to join me?

Emanuel reached for the shampoo, poured some on his hand, and began to wash his hair. Not today. I'm not really in the mood right now, and I want to get away from here as quickly as I can.

Aww... he felt her disappointment. I understand.

He reached for conditioner. Actually, I think I could use a few minutes to myself. Do you mind if I go blank for a little bit?

I'd rather you do that and be emotionally present later than have your half attention now.

Thanks. I'll see you later.

Emanuel breathed in, quietly pictured a wall in his mind, and breathed out as the wall formed. Silently, he massaged some conditioner into his hair. Why didn't mom try speaking to me earlier? Was I not ready until now? Am I truly ready to leave this place... he rinsed off the conditioner or should I try to fight a little harder? He reached for the soap, and began to lather up.

Emanuel heard another crash. No, it's definitely time. The sooner I can be out of here, the better. Thankfully, I don't have much to pack... a few boxes, and maybe a suitcase should be enough. He quickly rinsed off, then shut off the water. With help, that shouldn't take long. He heard another crash as he stepped out of the shower and began to dry. Considering how violent he seems to be today, I might not have long. Maybe I should see if Tony can assist me with getting the important stuff out now.

Emanuel reached his bathrobe and slipped it on, only to hear the sound of splintering wood. I definitely need to call Tony. He scanned the room again. There ought to be something stronger I can use to block the door.

His eyes stopped on a pile of concrete blocks in the corner. Those will work much better. I'll need to get them in front of the door for them to be truly effective though. Emanuel quietly closed his eyes and focused his attention. Okay, he's walking away from the door, and it feels like he'll be gone for a little while. That should be enough time to swap them out.

He quickly pushed the dresser aside, and began to stack the blocks. If I build this like I would a wall, then he should have a very difficult time getting through. And I can put the dresser in front of them too... that should make them all but impossible to move.

Emanuel breathed a sigh of relief a few minutes later. There. That should do it. And he's still not near the door, so I should have time to quickly pack a few things. He scanned the room again. Okay, I have four boxes, and a reasonably big suitcase. That should be enough. All I need to pack is my books, a few special items, my hard drive, and my clothing.

He started moving about the room, quickly loading up two boxes with books, and a third with other items. Wait... I shouldn't forget the video games.

A few minutes later, he stepped back to survey the room one last time. That should be everything. With a little bit of help, I think everything can make it out in one trip. And I should have just enough time to make it to school before the strip show starts. All I need is my duffel and backpack, and I'm set.

He'd just tied the duffel to his bike when he suddenly heard “Youch!!! I'll get you for that you little shit!”

Guess he tried to break the door down again. Good thing I made it out as quickly as I did... Time to ride. He began to pedal, and imagined the wall coming down. Ally?

Feeling better Manny?

A little. I was able to reinforce the barrier I set up earlier, and literally left just in time to hear Dad testing it.

So you're on your way?

Emanuel glanced up at the street sign. Yeah. I should be on time for the show to start. How was your shower?

Good... but not quite as good as if you were doing it for me.

Was it enough to satisfy your horniness?

Mostly... he felt her respond with a sense of expectation.

I know what you want to hear, but...

Her disappointment hit him like a ton of bricks. Oh... boo. And I was going to try to inspire you too.

You're free to try, but I'm not sure how much that'll help.

Is that a challenge? He heard her reply playfully.

Only if you want it to be.

He felt her smile. Challenge accepted, she giggled.

Did you just giggle?

He felt her pause for a moment. How did you know that?

It came through the telepathy. It's growing faster than I expected it to.

Me too. What will we pick up on next?

Emanuel glanced up at the nearby street sign. I have no clue. He sighed, and stopped for the red light. Almost there.

Good. Oh, did you sigh just now?

Okay, so that wasn't just me. Have you also been picking up on my emotions?

Only when I concentrate on it, but yeah. I think the mental training you've done for Kempo makes anything beyond the basic thoughts easier for you.

Quite possibly. Remind me to teach you the energy reading technique sometime... that should help you with the other telepathic stuff and it's useful on its own anyway.

What does it involve again?

Well, it starts with the understanding that everything has energy of its own, and that we can tune our brains to recognize that energy. With practice, it's possible to not only figure out who is nearby, but their intentions as well.

Because evil intentions change the way the energy feels, right?

Right. Someone who's happy feels very different from someone who's nursing a vendetta. The hardest people to tell are the ones who are apathetic.

Why?

He smiled and waved to her as he pulled up to the bike racks. Their energy is the lowest, and can easily be confused for walls. Mostly because most of their energy is being kept bottled inside or used up not caring about anything.

Emanuel chained the bike and started toward where Allison was standing. “Are you wearing that bathrobe properly, handsome?” she asked seductively.

He smiled and replied “Why don't you find out for yourself?”

He watched her walk slowly toward him. “Don't mind if I do.” Emanuel felt his heart begin to beat faster as she closed the distance, lightly bit her lower lip, and gently pulled down the right shoulder of his robe. “Right so far... do you know what the prize is for wearing a robe correctly?”

He felt a familiar twitch. “I'm afraid I don't. Perhaps you'd consent to tell me?”

Her smile widened, and he watched her pull down the left shoulder. “As tempted as I am to tell you...” he watched her pause and begin to loosen the belt “I think it's better for you to find out for yourself...”

Emanuel watched as she continued to loosen the knot. But just as he felt it was about to come undone, he watched in surprise as she suddenly knelt on the floor, grabbed one end in her teeth, and quickly tugged on the belt.

The robe fell open and tumbled to the ground. He felt his breathing deepen as she giggled sexily. “Just as I had hoped handsome.” He watched her slowly stand. “Now it's time for your...” she paused “reward.”

Emanuel watched her silently but slowly undo the belt of her own robe, all the while keeping an arm tucked around it. “Are you ready handsome?” He nodded as the robe began to fall open, revealing mostly bare skin.

Is that?

“Why don't you see for yourself?”

He stepped forward, reached out his arms and slowly pulled the robe off her shoulders, catching a glimpse of two black bands as he did. As he cleared the robe past them, he felt Allison gently release his hands from the robe and pull him in close for a kiss.

You tease...

He felt a hand gently grasp his semi-hard penis. I don't feel him complaining.

Emanuel felt her suddenly pull back, stroking his penis in the process. When he looked again, his eyes focused on the black lace that almost fully covered Allison's breasts and mound. Just see-through enough to get a glimpse, but...

Enough coverage to leave them guessing. Unless, of course, you want to see more?

Emanuel gulped. I don't know how you managed to make a thought sound seductive, but...

He heard her giggle again, and slowly dance toward him, shedding her panties as she did. I'll take that as a yes. She continued toward him, letting one breast spill out of the bra. So, do I win?

Emanuel nodded his head. Please, let me finish taking that off.

He watched an evil smile temporarily cross her face. Since you asked so nicely. But there's a price to pay for that privilege.

Emanuel smiled and slipped the bra off the rest of the way. Would the price be... he paused, reaching for her breasts, this?

He heard a soft moan escape her lips. Yes! Please, squeeze, caress, lick... whatever you do, just do something!

He laughed lightly and began to run figure eights around both breasts for a few moments, before lowering his mouth to the left breast. You mean, like this? he asked, as his tongue began to trace around her areola.

“Yes! Just like that!” He heard her moans begin to get louder as she again reached for his penis and began to play with it. He felt it harden more as she began to pump slowly back and forth.

Then perhaps you'll like this.

He let his free hand drop and begin to caress its way down to her pubic mound. “Yes, pl... please... finger me...”

“As you wish.” He let his hand brush her mound and clit before moving down to her waiting slit. Nice and wet already. He dipped a finger in, then brought it back up to his mouth. Yummy.

Don't you dare tease me.

I wouldn't dream of it. He returned the free hand and began to slowly finger her.

“YES!!!” Her moans became screams, and Emanuel smiled as she began to buck her hips against his hand. At the same time, he felt a familiar sensation begin to build.

Cum for me Allison.

You too... Manny... almost there!

With a sudden, high-pitched scream, he felt Allison's body begin to shake. Me too!

I can feel it landing on my stomach. It feels so... warm.

As does yours my precious.

Suddenly, he noticed Kara and Laura nearby.

“Do you two need any help?”

“Thanks Kara. I'm a little dizzy, and I'm sure Allison is too.”

He watched her smile. “Not a problem. We'll help you to your boxes so you can get your clothing locked up. Then we should get going...” he heard her pause “your little show took most of the waiting time.”

Emanuel lightly giggled, and grabbed his robe from the floor. Are you okay Ally?

Yeah. Tony and Cosette are keeping me up, but wow was that satisfying.

He smiled. Good. I'll fill you in more about this morning when we have a little bit of privacy.

Okay.

By the time he'd reached the lock boxes, Emanuel's balance was starting to get back to normal.

“Mr. Lopez, would I be correct in guessing that show was all Ms. Kirse's idea?”

He nodded and gently put the bathrobe in an open locker. “Certainly Ms. Frauhold. Actually, I suspect my Ally is rapidly becoming more comfortable with nudity.”

Emanuel watched her turn toward Allison and ask, “Is this true Ms. Kirse?”

“One-hundred percent. The robe and lingerie were the first articles of clothing I've had on since yesterday.” He heard her pause. “And I only put these on this morning.”

He watched a smile began to cross Ms. Frauhold's face. “And the show?”

A devious grin flashed on Allison's face. “He challenged me.” He heard her pause again. “I won.”

“Have you two thought anymore about what we talked about yesterday?”

The release forms... right.

Emanuel watched Allison open her backpack, and glance at his. “Yes Ms. Frauhold. I have the signed form right here.” He watched her pull hers out, and hand it over.

“And you Mr. Lopez?”

He pulled out the form and held it out. “Right here Ms. Frauhold.”

“Fantastic. Let me just look these over real quick.” He watched her scan the forms. “May I ask why you both opted out of the editing clause?”

“We don't mind our actual deeds and pictures being used to accurately portray us and the Program. But we don't want to be turned into some piece of false propaganda.”

He watched her pause for a second. “I can see how some people in the office might abuse such power. Hopefully this won't affect your odds of winning too much.”

“If that's the only reason we lose, then the awards are not worth it.”

Hey Ally, do you notice someone who is surprisingly absent?

Emanuel watched her look around, then deposit her clothing. Benerdon. Do you sense her hiding anywhere?

No. Either she's really apathetic, in which case I couldn't pick up on her energy anyway, or she's not here at all. And I don't know whether that should worry me or not.

I'd be more worried if she was here. I can only hope that we scared her out of anymore funny business. But I doubt her cronies have any qualms about acting without orders.

Emanuel pointed towards the main doors, and started to walk. Cronies we can avoid, or report to Mr. Litski. And since you and I are... he paused old hat to many of the students, the threat of getting drafted into the Program...

And becoming fresh meat, right?

Right. That threat should be enough to keep them at bay. He paused again. I wonder if our homeroom teacher is feeling better today.

He felt Allison suddenly stop him, and tap him on the shoulder. “Doesn't look like it.”

Emanuel looked where she was pointing. “Dark room, closed door, and an official sign? Seems like you're right. Straight to Psych then?”

He watched her nod as the halls continued to empty. “Is this private enough?”

“For that talk? I suppose so. Anyway, I'm still not sure what to make of it, but...” he paused “I think I had a conversation with my mom this morning.”

He watched a puzzled look appear on her face. “Wait... isn't she...”

“Yes. That's part of why I'm not sure it really happened. I'm sure Ms. Jenkins could suggest an alternative explanation to a temporary visit to heaven.”

He smiled as Allison grabbed his hand. “And did this conversation have anything to do with your change of heart?”

Emanuel nodded. “Yeah. Whether I came to the realization on my own, subconsciously, or my mom was looking out for me, I know I can't make the same mistake she did. I need to accept help when it's offered, and I can't keep going around thinking I'm all I have.”

“That's a hard lesson to learn, true.” He noticed her smile and felt her squeeze his hand. “You've said you'll be here for me; well, as long as you'll have me, I'll be here for you too.”

Emanuel smiled, pulled Allison close, and kissed her tenderly. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure there's nothing else?”

“Is it that obvious?”

He watched her nod. “Yeah. Something else from the conversation? Or from afterward?”

Emanuel chuckled. “Both. Real or dream, mom said that we're meant for each other. This just helps prove that.”

He watched her head nod in understanding. “You mean, kind of like soul mates?”

“Yeah.”

“And the other thing?”

“I'm not sure where I found the strength, but I packed everything of value. So if and when the time to move comes, I'm prepared to do so.”

Even though you wish you didn't have to, right?

Right. But Dad's grief has poisoned him, and nothing short of losing everything will make him realize that. And if I'm leaving, I want it to be on my terms as much as is possible.

“Is that why you packed earlier?”

He nodded. “Yeah. At the very least, I can guarantee getting out everything that's irreplaceable or really important.”

“Good. Do you suppose we missed any important announcements?”

Emanuel shook his head, then pointed to a nearby door. “Probably not. Anyway, we're here a bit early it seems.”

“Does Ms. Jenkins even have a homeroom class?”

“No, I don't, so please come in now if you'd like to. I have a piece of news to tell the two of you.”

News? I really hope it's nothing to do with Benerdon.

Emanuel nodded his head. Me too precious. He gently squeezed her hand and resumed walking toward the door.

“Once you're in, please close the door.” Emanuel nodded, stepped through, and closed the door behind him. “Most of the staff is unaware of this, but rumors of it will eventually start making their way around. And once that happens...” he heard her pause “you two might start getting some trouble.”

“Trouble Ms. Jenkins? Over what?”

“Over being the reason that Mrs. Smith quit, Emanuel.”

“Who's Mrs. Smith?” he heard Allison ask.

Emanuel watched her shake her head. “Your homeroom teacher. Also, she's the reason why our AP Chemistry class passes so many students...” she paused again “despite so many students failing the AP exam.”

Uh oh Manny. Her 'bird' students may look to take this out on us.

You mean despite the fact that we had nothing to do with it?

That's why Ms. Jenkins used the word 'rumors'. And judging from the way the crowds have behaved so far...

I don't know if I'd take it that far precious. We might lose some of our 'followers', but I firmly believe that a lot of them will make their decisions with a different set of organs in control.

That's the last thing we need.

Tearing the school apart in a civil war? True. I don't think it'll come to that though. Especially since the 'birds' can only account for a small percentage of the student body.

Emanuel watched as Ms. Jenkins began to stare in disbelief.

Why is she staring at us Manny?

Probably because we're clearly having a full conversation, and she can sense it.

“Did you forget about our gift again Ms. Jenkins?”

He watched her shake her head and breathe in slowly for a few seconds. “No. I'm just having a hard time believing that you two can actually hold full conversations without having to ever say a word.”

Should we tell her Manny?

Why not?

“It's progressed beyond even that actually. Now, we can sometimes transmit emotion and some muscle movements as well.”

Emanuel watched her jaw drop for a split second. “But, that should be impossible... especially in such a short period of time.”

“Ms. Jenkins, I'm not sure why it's developing this quickly either. But honestly, I'm not about to question something that helps me get communicate more clearly with Allison.”

Or as covertly when the secrecy is valuable.

He felt her giggle. Agreed.

“Will you two be able to control it for the sake of today's experiment?”

“Yes. I'm sure I mentioned a technique yesterday that effectively does just that, and I should have no problem guiding Allison through it.”

Even in the small amount of time we have before class starts?

Even in that time. Want to try it now for a little practice?

Sure.

“Okay. Start by closing your eyes, and quieting your mind for a few seconds. Once you've done that, picture yourself sitting in a blank, white space.” He watched her nod a few seconds later. “Good. Now, picture a wall appearing in front of you, brick by brick. As each brick falls into place, repeat a simple mantra.”

“Do the specifics of the mantra matter?”

“Only in that its focus should be on the aloneness of your mind and self. The wording should be your own though.”

He watched her sit in silence for another few moments, then nod again. “Good. Keep letting the wall build until you can't see past it. You'll know the right moment to stop it instinctively.” He waited another few moments, watching Allison's facial expressions become more and more focused.

Finally, she seemed to relax. “Good. I'm going to try to send you a word. If you hear it, respond to it.” What should I use... he paused. Ahh, that'll work. He focused intently for a few seconds and thought loudly Bacon!

Emanuel waited for a few moments, smiling when a full thirty seconds of silence passed. “Good. Now, dismiss the wall.”

How was that Manny?

Seemed good to me. Did anything make it through?

I thought I heard something that vaguely sounded like bacon for a second, but it was so low I couldn't be sure.

Not bad. My word did pierce your wall, but only barely.

Did I fail then?

Emanuel smiled. Not at all. Your wall might have had a few minor holes in it, but considering the fact that I mentally shouted bacon means it should be strong enough to deal with thoughts at normal volume.

He watched her smile, and then look toward the door. The rest of the class is starting to enter.

Now would be a good time to sit down, and re-establish the wall. It should be a little easier this time.

Okay.

Emanuel smiled and turned back to Ms. Jenkins. “Should I sit down for now?”

He watched her begin to attach the electrodes. “You can put your bags down at the side and stand there for now. Or, if you want relief, then take one of the front seats.”

Emanuel quietly nodded and headed for the side of the classroom. “Allison did a fantastic job earlier, so I think I'm good for now.” He watched as the last few students shuffled in, just as the bell rang.

“Okay, take your seats everyone. Today we'll be repeating yesterday's experiment, but with Allison as the subject. Emanuel, you know what to do.”

He nodded, grabbed the blindfold, and quickly tied it around Allison's eyes. Flex your fingers twice if you can hear me. He quietly waited for a response.

A few moments later, one still hadn't come. Emanuel watched as Ms. Jenkins glanced at him for a second. He nodded his head and stood in front of Allison.

“Good. Now, I need two volunteers.”

He watched as hands shot up. Every guy except for Tad... that's not surprising. But that many girls too? He quietly watched as Ms. Jenkins scanned the class. She's probably going to pick only one of the guys, and make her other selection from amongst the girls.

Emanuel continued watching her eyes scan the room. “Lets see... you” she said, pointing at a slender guy; “and you.” pointing at a short, but curvy brunette.

“Okay, the rules for round one are similar to yesterday. Non-genital and breast touch only. We'll start with...” he watched her point to the other guy “you, number 1.”

Allison

“Begin.”

Allison felt a pair of hands touch her shoulders. The shoulders first? Really? She tightened her focus on the sensation as the hands began to slowly travel down her arms. Whoever this is has very rough hands, and clearly has never done this to a girl before. He's barely touching me at all. She felt the hands briefly touch her stomach before beginning to travel back up.

“Interesting. It's already been a few minutes, and we're seeing almost no response. Number two, your turn.”

Allison felt the rough hands pull away as a new pair of hands touched her back. Ohh... those are some soft hands. The hands began to slowly massage her back muscles. She breathed in as her tension began to melt away. Whoever this is has the right idea. But is it Manny, or possibly a girl? Ms. Jenkins did choose Tad yesterday, so it's entirely possible she chose a girl for one of them.

She felt the hands massage move down to her legs, keeping the same pressure. Ooh... that's unexpected.

“Now we're starting to see a response. Allison, would you like number two to continue?”

“Yes please.”

“Very well, please continue.”

Allison smiles as the hands reached her ankles and started back up again, running along the insides of her legs. If this person isn't Manny, he better be paying attention.

A few moments later, Allison felt the hands reach her inner thighs. Stupid rules... this evil person is just being a tease.

“Okay, person three, please begin.”

Bigger tease. That was just starting to get good. Allison felt the second pair of hands pull away, while the third rested gently on her head. She smiled as they started to gently brush through her hair. If this person does what I think they will...

A moment later, she felt a single finger briefly brush past her ear, as the other hand slowly made its way down. Yes... She smiled again, and felt a soft moan briefly escape as both hands lovingly stroked her neck and cheeks. No doubt about it, these hands are Manny's hands.

“Very interesting. Number three, you have a few more minutes before we move onto round two.”

Allison deepened her focus even more as the hands continued to slowly stroke her face and hair. She felt a sudden jolt of pleasure as they touched her shoulders, and began to glide down her sides. Yes... please. Don't forget my legs. As they continued to descend, she heard another very soft moan escape her lips. That's perfect...

She felt the hands begin to glide up her inner thighs. Almost there... please don't tease me more.

“And that's round one. Number one, you're up again. Breasts and genitals can be touched, and you may use your mouth or tongue, but avoid oral stimulation of the genitals themselves.”

No... that evil, evil woman. Allison felt the first pair of hands return, and immediately fasten onto her breasts. Definitely not Manny, or a girl for that matter. She felt the hands begin to squeeze slightly roughly.

“Class, you can see how a partner can reduce arousal. Number one, please stop. Number two, you may begin.”

Thank you Ms. Jenkins. I couldn't take much more of that. Allison felt her breathing begin to deepen again as the second person's hands started at her inner thighs, and began to move northward.

She let out a slightly louder moan as they lightly brushed the underside of her breasts, and continued around to the top. Much better. Now if only they'd... Allison let out another loud moan as a set of fingers drew a circle around her areole. Not quite what I was hoping for, but close. She felt her breathing continue to become more labored as the hands continued to roam, only ever briefly touching either her breasts or thighs.

“As you can see, Allison is starting to get very aroused.” She felt the hands suddenly stop and pull away as the final pair of hands gently cupped her cheeks.

She felt those hands gently stoke her again, before they began to slowly journey down her body. The first gentle kiss came a few moments later, right on one of her cheeks. The kisses, too, began to move down her body, always landing where a hand had been just a few seconds earlier.

She let out a sudden moan as a few fingers brushed an areola on the way down. In just a few seconds she began to think as the kiss was planted on the top of her breast his lips will be there instead. A few seconds later, she felt the kiss begin to land right next to it. The lips started to lift, and she felt a sigh of disappointment begin to escape. Suddenly though, she felt a tongue dart out and briefly make contact with both areola and nipple. She heard the sigh quickly shift into a loud moan.

She smiled as the pattern continued, deep moans now frequently interrupting shallow, hurried breaths. She felt a kiss land just inches away from her clitoris, and began to anticipate when his mouth would finally make it there.

“Okay, stop” she heard as the lips lifted. “Before we go to phase three; Allison, can you identify which person is Emanuel?”

Evil bitch... “Number three, who you so cruelly stopped. And can I send number one back to his seat?”

“Certainly. Ned, please return to your seat. Emanuel, you can remove the blindfold; you and Clara can now each take a turn at finishing the job. No restrictions.”

Allison looked forward as the blindfold came off, and was greeted by Emanuel's smiling face. She leaned in and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

When she finally let Emanuel go, she turned to Clara and whispered “You have two minutes before I insist on changing back to Manny. Can you do it?”

Clara nodded her head, smiled, and whispered back: “Of course. Watch me.”

Allison watched her kneel, and felt her hands settle on the outside of her legs. Okay, your two minutes begin now. She watched the hands quickly run down to her shoes, then move back up the inside. Not bad... I suppose. She felt her legs open farther, and watched as Clara moved in closer.

Going for the kill, are we? It won't work. I want Manny, not you. She gasped as Clara's tongue darted out and made contact with her clitoris. No... no matter how good you may be at that, you cannot compare to my Manny.

She felt the tongue repeat its motions a few more times. Nurgh... I only need to hold out for ten more seconds.

“Now, this is getting really interesting. That was an unexpected spike and consequent drop in arousal.”

And that's time. “Give up Clara. I want Manny” she whispered again.

Allison breathed a sigh of relief as Clara stopped licking. “Is it time already?”

She nodded, and waited for Clara to stand before beckoning Emanuel over. “Please hurry Manny” she whispered.

She caught a brief glimpse of his smile as he leaned in and kissed her again. “Wow! Look at that spike!”

This wall be damned. I want to hear Manny's thoughts again. Allison focused and banished the wall. Begone foul wall!

She felt him break the kiss, and heard him chuckle. Ready precious?

More like over ready.

She watched Emanuel look into her eyes and whisper, “I love you Allison.” Suddenly, she felt a massive wave of pleasure begin to crash through her entire body. As the wave peaked, she opened her mouth and let out a loud scream. Her eyes lost focus as the wave finished crashing, and she felt herself slump back in the chair.

A few moments later she felt her eyes begin to readjust. Are you okay precious?

She looked forward and saw Emanuel's gently smiling face. Yeah. How long have I been out of it for?

Only about a minute.

“Are you okay to answer a few questions Allison?”

Allison watched Emanuel sit down next to her. “Yes Ms. Jenkins.”

She watched Ms. Jenkins turn to the class. “Before I ask my questions, do any of you have any questions?” Allison watched as no hands went up. “Really? Okay, after Allison has answered my first question, everyone can come up for the question sheet. Make sure to turn in your completed sheet from yesterday too.”

What do you suppose her first question is going to be Manny?

Something related to the nature of either an arousal drop or spike probably.

“What happened during Clara's last round to cause such a pronounced spike and drop? Did it have something to do with her being a girl?”

“Oh, that...” she paused “not at all. The spike was because Clara's genuinely good. But I didn't want her to get me off.”

“Why?”

Allison smiled. “Because she's not Manny. I suspected from the first round that she was a girl.”

“One more question, then everyone can leave. I can understand Emanuel's importance accounting for part of why one touch set you off. But there was something else, wasn't there?”

“He didn't actually touch me, but yes; there was something more. Firstly, he whispered that he loves me. Secondly, our eyes were staring at each others. It felt almost like our souls were linked together at that point.”

“That could be considered a type of emotional connection. A very strong one, of course, but an emotional connection none the less. Allison watched her turn to the class. “Scientifically speaking, we can't prove the existence of Allison's phenomena as she described it. But both Allison and Emanuel are merely two of many cases that show the strong evidence for emotions playing a big part in the arousal process.”

Allison began to watch as the classroom rapidly emptied. “Allison, Emanuel; could you two stay back for a moment?”

She watched Emanuel nod. “Sure.”

A few moments later, Allison found herself alone with only the two of them. “I have two more things to say. First, you two have been fantastic helpers this week. Colleagues of mine at other schools have told me some real horror stories about their first program participants, and I'm glad you were my first.”

Allison watched her quietly close the door. “Second, please don't think some of my earlier comments in any way invalidate your experiences today. As a psychologist and teacher, I can only teach as true that which we have evidence of being true. But...” she heard her pause “as a fellow human being, I know exactly what you were talking about. I've felt that with my lover before on occasion.”

“Even the no touching part?”

Allison watched her shake her head. “No, I can't say I have. But I have heard of the phenomena before, and considering everything else that's true of you two, it makes sense to me that you'd have it.” She watched her glance at the clock. “What is your next class?”

“Gym.”

“Then you should still be able to get there on time.”

“Thank you Ms. Jenkins.”

Allison watched Emanuel start towards the door. “Before you go, I have a small extra credit assignment you can do. Once your Program week is up, if you write up a summary of your experiences and do some growth analysis, I can give you a few extra points on your final grade.”

“How many?”

“As much as ten, depending on the depth and quality of the analysis.”

What do you think sweetheart?

Sounds good to me. We could use the assignment as a chance to debrief ourselves a little.

Okay. “When would this be due, and how long does it need to be?”

“Somewhere between three and six pages, and I can give you about a month.”

Sounds perfect. But we should be on our way precious.

Allison reached down, grabbed her bag, and smiled at Emanuel. I'm ready.

She watched him smile back and proceed to the door. So, track again?

Probably. Yesterday wasn't so bad to be honest.

Wait, are you saying what I think you are?

She smiled and wrapped her arm around his. Yes. I think I'm starting to get used to running without a bra. In fact, I might make that a permanent change.

Oh?

I know, not something you'd expect to hear from me. I'm not saying I plan on becoming a full fledged nudist or that I'll be topless all the time. But I'm starting to like feeling of my breasts being free.

It's your body after all. Nobody else should have any real say about what you wear or don't wear. “Isn't this your door?”

Allison looked up at the double doors. “You're right. Thanks, I would have walked right past it.” She gently squeezed his hand. “I love you Manny.”

She watched a huge grin flash on his face. “I love you too Allison.” Have fun in gym.

You too. I'll see you later.

Allison opened the doors and stepped through them, feeling her nipples harden immediately as she did. I wish our track was indoors.

Me too, and I've never had to run it naked.

Allison quickly made her way to the locker room. And you never will.

Not unless I want to anyway. And that is a small blessing.

Allison dropped her bag into a locker, closed it and locked it. At least today is the last day I have to deal with cold, naked running. She stepped back out onto the field, and headed toward the coach. Although, I don't remember the gym uniforms helping all that much.

Out of curiosity, before we met, how did you deal with the girls uniform? I don't remember those shirts being very generous.

Simple. I intentionally bought shirts two sizes too big. And even with those, I still felt like I was exposing too much of myself.

Allison found an open spot on the track and began to warm up. Then you must have really hated showering afterward.

That's for certain. Very early on, I mastered the art of the quick shower. That made it better, but not by much. She paused to be perfectly honest, I still hated gym despite those... she paused again 'solutions'.

She heard the whistle blow, stood up, and began to jog. How long did it take to retreat into your safe space back then?

Maybe two months into freshman year. Not very long in the scheme of things.

That's in the past now. You never need to enter that place again.

She smiled. Yeah. With your help, hopefully I never will again. I've missed too much because of that prison.

Did you have time to get some athletic tape applied?

Allison rounded the last bend before the start line. Nope. I'm going to try it without the tape first. If it's too much, I'll pause and have it put on then.

Sounds like a plan.

She crossed the start line, and heard the whistle blow again. Well, now I get to see if was right or wrong.

Allison began to pick up speed.

So?

Well, I'm not at full speed yet, but so far it's not bad.

Not bad? Does that mean there's some discomfort?

Allison finished picking up speed. Some, yes. It's nowhere near what it was a few days ago.

She felt him smile.

Sounds like you're getting used to it then.

Yeah. Would you be willing to join me on runs like this in the future?

Maybe. I'll probably need a bit of time to get used to the sensation myself.

I'm surprised you're even considering it. How's your class going?

She felt him grimace.

About as well as you might expect. She's got us in the same teams as yesterday, and it looks like the other team is making the same stupid mistakes.

Really? You'd think they'd have learned by now. Is your team at least playing smart?

Thankfully, yes. Although, I suspect a few of them have ulterior motives.

Oh? I hope you're not suspecting poor, innocent Cosette.

She's the only one I'm certain doesn't. But Tina, Vanessa and Betty all have that glint in their eyes.

Allison crossed the starting line again. Betty?

Right, I never mentioned her by name. There were two brunettes yesterday. Betty is the less curvy of the two.

What happened to her yesterday?

She left before her turn came up. Something about Jane's fun turning her off apparently. She felt him pause. Although, she doesn't seem to be putting in the same effort today that she did yesterday. It's almost like she assumes we can do this without doing anything.

Is the other team playing that badly?

Most of them, yes. One of the girls is actually trying though. She felt the pause. Come to think of it, she's the only girl I've not been on a team with yet.

Interesting.

Yeah. And if Betty continues to play this bad, I suspect Coach Kerna will switch the two of them.

Does she have the glint?

She heard him chuckle. More like the full fire. If Coach Kerna does switch them, then there's no way we'll lose today.

Allison glanced over at the nearby fence. I seem to have attracted quite an audience today. I wonder why?

Maybe it's because you're wearing too many clothes?

She laughed. I think you may have something there. But, are you sure it has nothing to do with the way I'm bouncing?

Probably not. I mean, they must have seen bouncing breasts before, right? Surely another pair wouldn't mean much.

She laughed again. I'm glad you speak sarcasm fluently. Any change in the teams yet?

Finally. I think Coach Kerna was holding out for the other girls to wise up, but she finally gave up. I guess eight straight points of stupidity was all she could handle.

Did the other team manage to score anything?

One lucky point at the very beginning. Since then, it's been a shut out. She felt him pause. And I wouldn't be surprised if one of them pulls a stupid foul and loses that point too. How many laps have you gone?

Starting number four now. And I'm managing to keep pace with most of the class. That is, aside from the few people who are also on the track team.

I'd be impressed if you could keep up with them under normal conditions.

And there goes the foul.

What happened?

Paula spiked a shot right at Marcia's face. It's a good thing Marcia has fast reflexes, or we'd be down a person.

Wait, she needed to dodge the hit? You've made it sound like they have the aim of storm troopers.

Ha ha... most of them do. It seems Paula can aim true when she wants to though. Oh, and Marcia didn't exactly dodge the shot.

She returned it?

Quite stylishly at that. I wouldn't be surprised if she's on the team.

Who's serving?

Cosette. She doesn't have a lot of power, but her finesse is impressive. I can easily see her getting the last two points we need.

Do you think Coach Kerna will let you off early again when she does?

Not this time. I anticipate another game. But that one shouldn't take very long. I'll let you know if anything out of the ordinary comes up.

Okay.

Allison turned her eyes upwards toward the trees. Have the colors of the leaves always been this vibrant? Of is it that my senses have been muted for too long? She glanced down at the track. The colors are definitely more vibrant than I remember. What else have I missed because of that prison?

She slowly breathed in and out for a few moments. I can feel my muscles tense and relax with each step. I can feel the light shock as my feet hit the ground and lift off. I can even feel my own breathing.

Are you okay Ally?

Yeah. Were you trying to reach me?

For about a minute now. I felt a wall, but it didn't feel like your last one.

Oh?

This one was much more stable and smooth. Out of curiosity, what were you doing?

I don't know. I intentionally breathed in and out a few times, and found myself hyper aware of my body and its every movement.

She felt a stunned silence from him.

Wow... are you aware of what you just did?

No. Something good I hope.

Something fantastic. You unintentionally practiced one of the meditations used to train for the sensing skill I use.

Allison smiled. Really?

Yeah. And that's not even the first one.

But, how does what I did help the others?

Simple. We first need to learn to sense our own energy before we can focus on others'. And we learn ours by observing our own movements and learning how they work.

I see. It's easier to pick up someone's whole energy when you're used to reading the small amounts used in your own movements.

Precisely. And you've started to learn that process entirely on your own. I'm impressed.

She felt the smile widen. I'm guessing you have news of note?

Indeed I do. The second game ended about two minutes ago. Marcia swept the other team with eleven straight points.

Did they get to serve at all?

Nope. The game took all of four minutes.

She felt her mouth drop. If she's not on the team, she needs to be. Or was the other team's moral that low?

Probably a combination of both. Needless to say, she's got first dibs once we hit the showers.

With a performance like that, I'd say she earned it. Knock her out if you can.

I don't think that'll be hard. From what I'm seeing, her own imagination has already done a lot of the work.

Have fun!

She felt him smile.

Thanks. How many laps have you done?

“Two more laps, full speed!”

Eight so far, and only two more to go. Full speed unfortunately.

Said speed hasn't been bad so far, right?

Allison smiled. True. Have you gotten into the showers yet?

Just. Marcia's giving me that 'don't you dare tease me look'.

Allison laughed. And are you going to?

I think you know the answer to that question.

You evil man you...

I love you too.

Don't tease her too much.

She heard him laugh. I won't. She wanted the full treatment, so I'm merely fulfilling her request. She just didn't specify where she wanted me to start.

Out of curiosity, what do you plan to do to her?

First I'm going help her wash up, but I'm going to take my time rubbing the soap in and rinsing it off. Of course, I'll spend more time on her arms, legs and back... but I'll touch her breasts and what not just enough to keep her on edge. Then, once all the soap is off, I'll return to those parts and take my time having fun. By the time my fingers even glance her clit, she'll be so primed that that'll be enough.

Allison felt a familiar heat return. You're supposed to be getting her off, not turning me on! she thought, equal parts annoyed and amused.

Is it my fault that your imagination is as good as it is?

It's not imagination if I've experienced it before.

True. But to be fair, you did ask first.

She sighed. You're right. You'd better be ready to take care of this later though.

It would be my pleasure.

Allison breathed in. Only one lap to go, and it won't be long before I can have Manny's touch... only a little while longer.

She looked down at the track, then looked back up a few moments later. I know I shouldn't ask, but I have to know. Are you still teasing her?

No actually. She started orgasming the moment I began soaping up her breasts, and only just stopped. I just finished rinsing her off too.

Too much stimulation?

No. Apparently her breasts are so sensitive that the combination of the anticipation, teasing, limited touch and water was enough to send her into one last screaming orgasm. You know, before she fainted and needed to be caught.

Don't let that go to your head.

I wouldn't dream of it. But I am thinking of what I'd like to do for you once we get to English.

Allison felt the heat return even stronger. Damn you and your teasing ways... I was already horny enough to begin with.

Don't worry. I won't leave you hanging.

Do you mean what I think you do?

Yes. Once English starts, I'll do whatever you ask.

Allison leaped in the air for a second. Yay! And we're almost done with the last lap, so then...

Shower, then English... right?

Right! And what a class it'll be.

Wait... aren't we no longer in that class because of the whole Luden situation?

Allison crossed the start line. You're right. So do we go to her office first, or somewhere else?

I don't know, but her office is probably our best bet.

Grrr... I have to wait longer then.

“That's all. Hit the showers, then to your next class.”

Worst comes to worse, we go to Litski's office and ask if we can use the back room again. I'm sure he'll understand considering the circumstances.

Hopefully. If not, I may just be tempted to have you work your magic right in the hall.

“Can we help you wash?” Allison heard a few boys ask.

“I'm sorry, not today.”

“But you look like you're feeling really horny. We can help you with that” one of them insisted.

Ugh... I don't want one of you. I want Manny.

“No thank you. There's only one person I want at the moment. Maybe later today you can make another request.”

“But, surely we can do just as good of a job...”

Allison watched as Tony approached them. “Are you three giving Allison trouble? Because I know exactly who she's talking about, and I know none of you is anywhere near his league. Continuing to ask won't help make your case either.”

“Fine” she heard the leader hiss. She watched them walk away, and heard one of them whisper 'slut'.

Did that little shit just call me a slut?

What!?

She watched Tony begin to open his mouth, and shook her head at him. “First of all, that's not even the right word to describe what I think you're feeling. Secondly; never, ever call a woman that word unless she asks you to.” She paused, and continued “just because I'm horny doesn't mean I have to let you feel me up. And you'd better apologize for daring to assume I owed you anything, as well as for calling me that awful name.”

“See boys” she watched the leader say as he turned to the other two “this is the problem with feminism. It's given women ideas that they never should have entertained, let alone heard. And it's caused little prudes like her to think they can talk back to a man.”

Allison began to speak when she felt Tony's hand touch her shoulder. “Please, let me. I doubt he'd listen to you, but I may still carry some authority.”

She nodded her approval. “Okay, listen up little punk. I don't know who taught you that garbage, but that is not how you treat a lady. A true gentleman respects the women around him and treats them as the equals they are.” She watched him pause. “You're lucky I'm the one who heard you say that; if my father, or any of the coaches heard that, you'd be in deep trouble.”

“Oh yeah? What could they ever hope to do?”

“Besides taking a belt to your ass? Whatever they...”

Allison tapped him on the shoulder and interrupted “Um... Tony...” as she pointed behind them.

She watched him turn around slowly. “Ah, thank you Allison.”

“Mr. Girardi, Ms. Kirse, go take your showers and let me handle this. Mr. Ortz, you're coming with me to the vice-Principal's office.”

“Yes sir” Allison said in unison with Tony, before beginning toward the showers again.

“As for you two, don't let me see you hanging out with Mr. Ortz again. His attitudes are an artifact of an age that should have died decades ago. He's the very definition of bad company.”

Allison heard them hastily assent and watched as they quickly walked past her. Ally, what just happened?

Well, an idiot called me a slut and said something to the effect of me not knowing my place. The coach just happened to be in ear shot when the kid decided to get defiant with Tony, and apparently the coach heard everything.

What punishment did he decide on?

I'm not sure. He's bringing him to Litski's office though, so it's got to be pretty severe. Who are you on now?

Vanessa. Tina's decided she can wait a little while longer, although I don't think it will be long before she playing with herself.

Would I be crazy to ask what you're doing for Vanessa?

About what I did yesterday. I suspect Tina will want the same. Will you be okay?

She quietly found an open shower head and began to soap up. Yeah. Tony's right next to me, and people seem to be ignoring me again anyway. I suspect he's part of it, but in this instance I'm not complaining.

Well, if you do want to field a few requests, remember that he's a good guy. Ask, and he'll stop whatever he's doing to keep the other boys away.

The only one I want to do anything with right now is you. And you better not let those girls wear you out.

She rinsed off and headed toward the towels.

Should I not allow any requests then?

As long as they involve you doing something for the girl, they'll be fine. But please nothing that will keep me from having my fun with you.

Sure.

Allison quietly dried off, put on her shoes, and fetched her things from the locker. Okay then. I'm on my way to Luden's former office. I'll let you know if I find anything relevant.

Thanks.

“Do you want me to walk with you Allison?”

“No thank you Tony. I should be fine from here on my own. Thanks for the offer though”

“Okay. You're welcome.”

Allison smiled, waved, and started for the counselor's former office at a brisk pace. She found herself there a few minutes later. Wait, did I somehow ignore requests again? She thought back to the trip. No. Nobody that I passed tried to stop me, and I heard enough snippets of conversations. Then why didn't I have to turn anyone down?

Simple. You put off an aura that said 'something more important'. Even if they didn't realize it consciously, everyone was able to tell that you didn't want to be interacted with.

That would be handy to master.

It's really not that hard to do. Look busy and disinterested, and people will tend to ignore you.

Makes sense. Oh, there's a sign on the door.

What does it say?

'All students wishing to see the counselor should report to the Principal's office. All students who have appointments with the counselor should go to their classes as normal.'

I have the feeling that was never passed on to our teacher though. We shouldn't expect a warm welcome.

What do you suggest then?

That's on my way to you, so I'll stop in en route. If I get the okay, I'll let you know. Otherwise I'll simply continue on my way.

Should we meet at the vice-Principal's office then?

Sounds good.

Emmanuel

“Are you sure you don't have the time Emanuel?”

“I'm sorry Betty, but I have somewhere I need to be, and something that I need to check on the way there.” He picked up his bags and started towards the door.

“But my request is reasonable!”

“And I would have had the time if you hadn't started playing so sloppy earlier. It's your own fault that coach needed to switch you out with Marcia.”

He watched her begin to follow him, still completely naked. “But, Marcia's just a better player. There wasn't anything I could do.”

Emanuel opened the door. “Yes, there was. You could have tried to play. You didn't, and ended up on the team that got penalized for not taking the game seriously. Marcia's ability has nothing to do with that.”

He stepped through the door, and watched with surprise as she followed. “But, what about your promise from yesterday?”

He sighed and shook his head. “That applied to yesterday, not today. And you would have had your chance if you chose not to disappear during Jane's turn. You were supposed to be next.”

She's still following me?

“But, what she did was so...” he heard her pause, “weird and wrong. It's not right for girls to get off from sucking the guy off.”

“Do you mean to say that it's only proper for girls to get pleasure from receiving things like oral sex?”

“Precisely. Guys work the same way too.”

Ally, Betty is following me, still naked from the shower, because I wouldn't agree to her request.

Really?

“Then how does intercourse fit into that theory?”

“Clearly, the guy is receiving the sensation of being inside the girl.”

Damn it... she does have a point there. But there has to be more to it than that.

“How about guys that like getting girls off?”

“They're sick too. There is nothing sexy or arousing about doing something you're not getting any physical sensation for.”

Just because of that?

Well, now it's because she's trying to defend why she left during Jane's request yesterday.

Why?

Something to do with people who get pleasure from giving it being sick and wrong. It strikes me as a very selfish, egotistical view of sex.

Agreed.

“You're starting to see it my way, aren't you?”

“No. In fact, I'm one of those people you consider to be sick. There's something arousing about the sounds a girl makes during that sort of play, as well as the scents of her body.”

“Eww... I didn't realize you were a pervert too.”

Emanuel watched her walk away in disgust. Well, that worked. And just in time to reach the classroom.

How'd you do it?

I told her I was one of those 'sick' people. Even if she had wanted to, she couldn't have hidden her disgust.

Emanuel peeked inside the open door. “Ms. Harner?”

“I thought you and your girlfriend no longer had my class. Why are you not with Ms. Luden instead?”

Huh. No anger or venom like I was expecting. “She was fired as of yesterday, and there's a sign on her door that says we're supposed to come here.”

“I heard nothing about that, nor will I accept that as the truth unless I hear it from either Mr. Litski or Mrs. Benerdon personally.”

Ally, could you ask Litski to confirm the new situation to Ms. Harner.

Sure. Does it need to be in person?

Yes.

Emanuel waited for a few moments. “Well Mr. Lopez? Aren't you going to go get one of them?”

We're on our way. He's not happy by the way – this appears to be Benerdon's idea.

I'm not surprised. “I suspect that Mr. Litski is already on his way here.” She's panicking a little. I think she was bluffing.

And you just called hers. We should be there in about a minute.

Emanuel watched the hallway, and noticed Allison and the vice-Principal appear at the end. “In fact, there he is now. See for yourself if you don't believe me.”

He watched her get up from the desk and join him in the hall. She's really panicking now. I can feel the worry pouring off of her.

“Mr. Lopez, please stay out here with Ms. Kirse. I need to talk to Ms. Harner in private.”

“Yes sir.”

Emanuel watched him go through the door with her and close it behind him. If only we could hear what them.

If he starts to shout, we'll have no problem with that.

A minute or so later, he watched the door open and the vice-Principal emerge. “You two will spend today's class in my office, and the rest of the semester in the library. At least, until a new counselor is hired. We can talk about the rest of the situation in my office.”

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