Rosie - Naked In School

Chapter 2

WEEK TWO MONDAY AFTERNOON

I saw Rosie again at lunchtime, sitting with the other Proggies at their table. She was eating a little, but mainly playing with her food. She wasn’t talking, but then, this wasn’t unusual – apparently.

I sat at their table and immediately got bombarded with questions… “Miss Hoover, …” “Miss Hoover, …” In fact the only one who wasn’t pestering me for details about my time in the Program was Rosie.

And I didn’t know what to say to her. So I said nothing.

When their free half hour was over they split up to take Requests. Rosie posed just like she was supposed to. No problems.

Everyone was aware of her shyness and nobody asked anything too explicit. Nice and gentle. That’s right. And she coped.

I still couldn’t get out of my mind that something was wrong. I thought I could see something in her eyes that made me feel uneasy, but then I decided I was imagining it.

I did ask some of her teachers how she was doing in lessons. “Quiet, but then, she always is. Answered a few questions. Posed when she had to. Why do you ask?”

I stood nearby as they all got dressed after lessons. She actually stopped dressing to do a couple more poses, then finished dressing and walked off, presumably home.

There was no reason to be concerned. None at all. So what was bugging me?

And why couldn’t I get her damned eyes out of my mind?

I lay awake half the night, trying not to think about her. I felt like an idiot. Everyone who knows her says she’s fine. She’s acting normally.

I almost picked up the phone to ring Danielle to ask for her advice. Then I realised it was two am and what could I ask her anyway?

 

WEEK TWO – TUESDAY

I woke up with a stinking headache. I rushed my hotel breakfast, greasy eggs and bacon with underdone sausages and walked the short distance to the school in good time to see them all arrive.

She was there, of course, and slowly undressed with the others. Some of them put on a show of stripping. She just quietly took off her clothes, folded them neatly and placed them in her clothes box.

Someone approached her, said something and she nodded. I watched him caress her breasts and she closed her eyes.

Another boy obviously asked to feel her pussy and she opened her legs for him.

Everything was calm, including her. So was it just Heather’s warning that was making me uneasy? Was I catching her paranoia?

During one of the lessons I sat in the staffroom, writing my daily report, when Mrs. C came in. She watched me write for a while, then said, “You’re worried, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is it Rosie?”

“Yes. No. I think so.”

“I’ve spoken to all her teachers and they say she’s acting normally. Actually they’re surprised at how well she’s coping.”

“Yeah, I know. Christina. Am I worrying about nothing? Am I just freaked out by what Heather said?”

“I don’t know, Shelley. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong, with Rosie or any of the others. But nothing bothers you, not normally. So I’d have to say no, much as I don’t want to.”

“Thanks. I was beginning to feel like I was going crazy.”

“Shelley. If only for your own piece of mind… go with her. I know I said no to start with, but your worrying is beginning to get to me now.”

I laughed. “No. There’s no reason to. She’d feel intimidated or maybe embarrassed that I had to baby-sit her.”

Lunch was quiet. And after lunch Rosie had her fair share of Reasonable Requests and seemed to have no problem with them.

I couldn’t help thinking that this place was so considerate compared to what Heather and I had gone through.

Damn. There it was again. Whatever was bugging me got worse every time I thought of Heather.

I mentioned that to Mrs. C. “Rosie has Social Studies first lesson after lunch. I’ll ask her teacher to bring up rape and abuse. Why not sit in on that one? You can even tell them about Heather if you feel okay doing so.”

So I did, although I didn’t tell them about Heather, somehow it never seemed right. If Rosie had ever been raped or abused, she hid it well. No reaction at all as I’d thought there might be. I was off the mark again.

I stopped asking her teachers how she was doing. One, they were beginning to think I’d cracked, (Heather would agree with that – she’d say I cracked years ago). Two, I didn’t want to draw more attention to Rosie and make my worries rub off on those around her.

She left a bit quicker tonight, but seemed fine. As she left, she turned round and for a moment our eyes caught each other and again there was something frighteningly familiar. And again I couldn’t think what it was.

I had another sleepless night.

 

WEEK TWO – WEDNESDAY

Morning Groping. It’s hardly worth calling it that here. Everything is so polite, so caring. No. Strike that. I still didn’t feel any caring. But no hurting either.

Did a Program need some trauma, just to make people care for each other? I’ll have to discuss that with Danielle when I get home.

Rosie was a little late, rushed her undressing and then let someone play with her pussy. She even looked a little like she was enjoying it.

She saw me looking at her and turned her head away.

If it wasn’t for my uneasiness about Rosie, to be honest I’d have been bored. This school was a little sterile for my liking. All the buildings were new, the paintwork shiny and clean. Everything neat, even the students.

I spent the morning in the staffroom. Just before lunch one of the older boys came in for something, and finding I was alone, he tried to chat me up. I’d been thinking about ringing Heather, to see if she could think what had worried her, so I didn’t really hear him properly.

“Sorry. Say that again?”

“I said if you like Student Nights, there’s a Student Night at one of the nightclubs tonight. Cheap b…”

“My God!” He must have thought I freaked as I ran out of the staffroom and full speed down the corridor.

Mrs. C was in her office. “Get Rosie out of class. Now!” I almost shouted.

“It’s almost lunchtime. She’ll be out in five minutes. What’s wrong?”

“I told you there was something in her eyes and I couldn’t place it. Now I can. I’ve seen eyes like that before, just once. In a nightclub. Heather, the night after she was raped. Laura put it best. She looked at Heather and she wasn’t there. That’s what I see when I look at Rosie. She’s not there somehow. It scared the life out of me then and it sure as hell scares me now.”

Rosie - Naked In School

Rosie - Naked In School

Chapter 2

WEEK TWO MONDAY AFTERNOON

I saw Rosie again at lunchtime, sitting with the other Proggies at their table. She was eating a little, but mainly playing with her food. She wasn’t talking, but then, this wasn’t unusual – apparently.

I sat at their table and immediately got bombarded with questions… “Miss Hoover, …” “Miss Hoover, …” In fact the only one who wasn’t pestering me for details about my time in the Program was Rosie.

And I didn’t know what to say to her. So I said nothing.

When their free half hour was over they split up to take Requests. Rosie posed just like she was supposed to. No problems.

Everyone was aware of her shyness and nobody asked anything too explicit. Nice and gentle. That’s right. And she coped.

I still couldn’t get out of my mind that something was wrong. I thought I could see something in her eyes that made me feel uneasy, but then I decided I was imagining it.

I did ask some of her teachers how she was doing in lessons. “Quiet, but then, she always is. Answered a few questions. Posed when she had to. Why do you ask?”

I stood nearby as they all got dressed after lessons. She actually stopped dressing to do a couple more poses, then finished dressing and walked off, presumably home.

There was no reason to be concerned. None at all. So what was bugging me?

And why couldn’t I get her damned eyes out of my mind?

I lay awake half the night, trying not to think about her. I felt like an idiot. Everyone who knows her says she’s fine. She’s acting normally.

I almost picked up the phone to ring Danielle to ask for her advice. Then I realised it was two am and what could I ask her anyway?

 

WEEK TWO – TUESDAY

I woke up with a stinking headache. I rushed my hotel breakfast, greasy eggs and bacon with underdone sausages and walked the short distance to the school in good time to see them all arrive.

She was there, of course, and slowly undressed with the others. Some of them put on a show of stripping. She just quietly took off her clothes, folded them neatly and placed them in her clothes box.

Someone approached her, said something and she nodded. I watched him caress her breasts and she closed her eyes.

Another boy obviously asked to feel her pussy and she opened her legs for him.

Everything was calm, including her. So was it just Heather’s warning that was making me uneasy? Was I catching her paranoia?

During one of the lessons I sat in the staffroom, writing my daily report, when Mrs. C came in. She watched me write for a while, then said, “You’re worried, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is it Rosie?”

“Yes. No. I think so.”

“I’ve spoken to all her teachers and they say she’s acting normally. Actually they’re surprised at how well she’s coping.”

“Yeah, I know. Christina. Am I worrying about nothing? Am I just freaked out by what Heather said?”

“I don’t know, Shelley. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong, with Rosie or any of the others. But nothing bothers you, not normally. So I’d have to say no, much as I don’t want to.”

“Thanks. I was beginning to feel like I was going crazy.”

“Shelley. If only for your own piece of mind… go with her. I know I said no to start with, but your worrying is beginning to get to me now.”

I laughed. “No. There’s no reason to. She’d feel intimidated or maybe embarrassed that I had to baby-sit her.”

Lunch was quiet. And after lunch Rosie had her fair share of Reasonable Requests and seemed to have no problem with them.

I couldn’t help thinking that this place was so considerate compared to what Heather and I had gone through.

Damn. There it was again. Whatever was bugging me got worse every time I thought of Heather.

I mentioned that to Mrs. C. “Rosie has Social Studies first lesson after lunch. I’ll ask her teacher to bring up rape and abuse. Why not sit in on that one? You can even tell them about Heather if you feel okay doing so.”

So I did, although I didn’t tell them about Heather, somehow it never seemed right. If Rosie had ever been raped or abused, she hid it well. No reaction at all as I’d thought there might be. I was off the mark again.

I stopped asking her teachers how she was doing. One, they were beginning to think I’d cracked, (Heather would agree with that – she’d say I cracked years ago). Two, I didn’t want to draw more attention to Rosie and make my worries rub off on those around her.

She left a bit quicker tonight, but seemed fine. As she left, she turned round and for a moment our eyes caught each other and again there was something frighteningly familiar. And again I couldn’t think what it was.

I had another sleepless night.

 

WEEK TWO – WEDNESDAY

Morning Groping. It’s hardly worth calling it that here. Everything is so polite, so caring. No. Strike that. I still didn’t feel any caring. But no hurting either.

Did a Program need some trauma, just to make people care for each other? I’ll have to discuss that with Danielle when I get home.

Rosie was a little late, rushed her undressing and then let someone play with her pussy. She even looked a little like she was enjoying it.

She saw me looking at her and turned her head away.

If it wasn’t for my uneasiness about Rosie, to be honest I’d have been bored. This school was a little sterile for my liking. All the buildings were new, the paintwork shiny and clean. Everything neat, even the students.

I spent the morning in the staffroom. Just before lunch one of the older boys came in for something, and finding I was alone, he tried to chat me up. I’d been thinking about ringing Heather, to see if she could think what had worried her, so I didn’t really hear him properly.

“Sorry. Say that again?”

“I said if you like Student Nights, there’s a Student Night at one of the nightclubs tonight. Cheap b…”

“My God!” He must have thought I freaked as I ran out of the staffroom and full speed down the corridor.

Mrs. C was in her office. “Get Rosie out of class. Now!” I almost shouted.

“It’s almost lunchtime. She’ll be out in five minutes. What’s wrong?”

“I told you there was something in her eyes and I couldn’t place it. Now I can. I’ve seen eyes like that before, just once. In a nightclub. Heather, the night after she was raped. Laura put it best. She looked at Heather and she wasn’t there. That’s what I see when I look at Rosie. She’s not there somehow. It scared the life out of me then and it sure as hell scares me now.”