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It was good of Karen Wagner to grant us permission to play with her concept, here. Thank you, Karen. I wish to also thank Frank Downey for his kind permission to use characters from "Westport High" along with his "Buddy System" (which I found a logical refinement to the basic concept). Thank you, Frank. |
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Gary Jordan started the "Naked In School Universe" collection page; tenyari has taken over maintenance of the page which can be found at: |
I really felt the need to write this note about "The Program" to record my feelings about it. No, I hadn't been chosen for it, and perhaps that was a good idea, but then it took away someone I loved and wanted...
I'd been dating Susan for two happy months when she was tapped for "The Program" this morning. We don't share any classes before lunch, so the soonest I was likely to see her seemed so far away to me.
So in my morning classes it didn't bother me much since I'm not in the schools rumor network, I didn't hear anything about her. I didn't spend much time thinking about what she was going through, believing it to be uncomfortable.
By the time our lunch period rolled around, I was actually looking forward to "seeing" her for the first time.
Lunch, for me, was a disaster. I was waiting for her when she arrived with her "buddy", one of the guys on the schools wrestling team. I expected her to come sit by me so we could talk.
Despite having chosen our "regular" table, she sat elsewhere.
Now I know, intellectually, what the program is intended to help, and, yes, it certainly helped her. There was no doubt that she was comfortable with the crowd she had around her and, despite me watching, she never once looked my way.
The "wonderful" Program.
It did nothing for me. I was suddenly on the outside again, after having hoped for so long to get "in" to where people were happy.
I'm not sure if it hurt so much more because I'd never seen her nude before, so I'd been cut out of that discovery until now. Everyone else passing her in the hallway had a chance to see and touch her long before I could have...
In the next class we shared, gym, I got to see her being fondled in the shower. She didn't say one word to me until afterwards, asking me why I didn't try to touch her.
I shrugged and walked away. I couldn't cope with letting her see my eyes.
In my mind it was over. I was alone again.
After finally feeling happier with her in my life, a girl I could talk to, hold hands, and even kiss. After that I'd believed myself to be worth-while.
All those dreams of being someone had disappeared.
So I sat down to write out my feelings...
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