Naked In School: Kelly - Week 2 - Tuesday (part 09/14)

Tuesday morning dawned bright, a clear blue sky, but my heart was still fogged in. The three of us had slept in the same bed so that I'd not have to sleep alone. It wasn't until the morning that I found out that both Juenko and Sam didn't like sleeping-- and waking-- alone, so my call had been a Godsend to them.

Well, it seems that Sunday night had reminded them of what they were missing.

Sure, none of us in the bed was Blackie, but it felt so right to be together. Yes, we were missing someone, we all felt less than our full selves, but this was about mutual support.

And, boy, did we need it!

We all washed up and got to breakfast, where we got the first good news of the day: Blackie's vitals had gotten much stronger and his status upgraded to stable. Dad told us that the Infection Control folks were keeping a close eye on him given the nature of his injuries.

We went to school and found a news crew in front of the school, right by the disrobing shelter. I guessed they were going to get air time by showing off naked teen-agers. As we were walking past a cry went up and we turned to see Joe and Pam pointing to us; we'd interrupted their process of disrobing. Joe was telling the news crew to talk to us.

A sea of students lost interest in watching the strip show and surrounded us as the cameras shifted and the newswoman hurried to walk up to us. I soon found a microphone shoved in front of my face as she started interviewing me.

"We're told you're Kelly MacGregor's girlfriend. What's your name, miss?"

"I'm Kelly MacGregor."

I got stared at. I could see the smiles forming on the sea of faces around us, as our fellow students wanted to watch the newswoman get rattled and confused. This probably looked like a lot of fun to the rest of them. I wasn't sure how far I'd be willing to go in teasing her.

"I thought the boy who was assaulted yesterday was Kelly MacGregor. Really now, miss, you are?"

I took pity on her, realizing that this would cut some of the fun of tweaking her nose in front of the whole school. While doing a "Who's on first" routine could have been fun had I been in a much better mood, I realized it would be best to provide a straight answer. "Yes, his name is Kelly Aloysius MacGregor. I'm Kelly Allison MacGregor. Does that help?"

I saw the camera swing to catch her face with the biggest pair of eyes I had ever seen. It was amazing how long it took for her to get on track again.

You know, the reason for this interview happening at all was a great weight, but I realized that I had to have some fun with it. I smiled at her, the camera catching a little of it.

"All right, Kelly, so you're his girlfriend?"

"Yes ma'am. We hadn't considered it until we were in The Program together last week."

I heard a voice, it was Tamara, "Hey, Red!" She waved to me with a face that was so different from the girl who'd fought over Blackie last week. I waved back.

The newswoman was still shaky, this didn't add to her comfort at all. "Red?"

"Yeah, everybody in the school knows me as Red, he's known as Blackie. Someone tried to hang those names on us, in the reverse, but we swapped 'em and had fun with it. He's got a rather quirky sense of humor... and I like it."

I felt Sam squeeze my hand, her eyes closing, I could see a tear down the side of her face, so I pulled her close to me and wrapped one of my arms around her, soon finding Juenko wrapping herself in my other arm. I forgot all about the woman and the camera as I held them to me. I felt so much stronger sharing my strength with them, knowing they were sharing with me as well.

Given the difference in our heights (not as noticeable while laying down, of course), it was like I was hugging two small children. When I finally looked up, I saw the woman watching us, just like the camera was. It wasn't until I spied a tear on one cheek that I realized the she still had a heart of her own. When I looked up, she quietly asked me if it would be all right to interview my "charges". I gave them a squeeze and asked them, getting nods from them both.

Juenko unwound from me first and faced the camera. "Yes?" she asked the newswoman.

"And what is your relationship to... Blackie?"

"Blackie was loaned to me by Red, here. He's a good man. I didn't realize how loving he could be, even though he was uncomfortable with the situation. It was nice that The Program allowed us to learn so much about each other."

Sam jumped in without being asked a question "Red was kind enough to help him be my first. I realized since I don't think I want another."

Tamara, naked as a jaybird, finally got close to us. If I'd been a boy I think I might've called it a strut; she was showing off all she had for the camera... and the camera man immediately focused on her.

That's when I realized what was different about her.

She wore no makeup. And her face was not clean of tear stains.

The last thing I ever expected from Tamara after her bitchy behavior over the last week, was a clinch. She's not quite my height but she does have enough muscle to wrap me up and give me a kiss.

And this kiss was given, not taken. She wanted me to enjoy it. I couldn't help but respond. She hugged all three of us together before whispering in my ear "We'd better get to class".

We got. This was going to be one fucked-up week.

I realized that Red was in the center of a hurricane, much as I'd been the day before, but she was far shakier than I. She needed help and support.

And, even with her close friends, I needed to step up to the plate and give it.

Bussing Red was...

All right, I've very little experience kissing girls. I realized I needed to learn more after kissing Red. She was nice.

I gathered all three of them with my arms and guided them towards the entrance of the school.

Pam was at the shelter, waiting, quite naked, with Joe.

Yesterday I recalled how shaky Pam was but seeing her holding Joe's hand I could see it was her helping him, not the other way around (as I would have expected). Joe's mood made Pam look like a rock.

I'd seen Joe the day before but not paid enough attention. The sunken look to his eyes, the sag in his face and shoulders, the limp dick... he looked like he'd been well and truly beaten. Today, I watched spell-bound as Pam's hand squeezed his and his face and shoulders seemed to rise, as if she was pumping his torso up. While it wasn't doing much for his dick, the change in his face was almost miraculous.

The four of us joined Pam and Joe in entering the school.

It was a quiet morning.

Who knew?

Pamela had talked to me about how she felt that I'd been so down but I wasn't listening.

It wasn't until she took my hand and wouldn't let it go that I looked at her. Her hand felt good and her squeezing of my hand was like a drug, pushing some of the pain of failure away from me.

"Joe, relax, you're an OK guy, all right?"

I suddenly realized where some of my guilt was coming from when Hannah came up to me in the hallway and launched herself at me, crying. Pamela pulled my hand and arm around Hannah and released it, pushing my hand against Hannah's back, then pulled my other arm around to make sure I was holding my girlfriend in a hug. I adjusted to hold her as close to me as I could despite the rules; having her in my arms made all of me feel good.

Hearing Pam order me "Squeeze her a bit, Joe. She does need you, you know. Especially now. Especially given that she almost lost you yesterday."

Oh, shit! The events of Monday had worked against us having time with each other and having been in such a funk over not defending Blackie well enough I hadn't pursued her. I held her close and apologized for not calling her. Pam smiled at me, blew a kiss to me, grabbed her own boyfriend's hand, and headed off towards her class.

When Hannah stopped crying long enough, I heard her say "You are such a catch, Joe. I don't ever want to let you go."

I was shocked.

"I'm not that good, sweetheart. I've been places I'd rather forget... but I'm here."

All right, so she started it, but I think that kiss we shared in the hallway would have gotten us detention for the next ten years.

We missed the bell. We were late to homeroom.

Mr Tilling caught up with me before second period, saying "That was quite a display you allegedly put on in the hall this morning, you know. I'm glad I didn't see it myself and that all of the people who talked about it with jealousy developed a sudden case of amnesia. I really don't want to come down on students everyone is calling heroic."

I just looked at him in shock. And I think my face showed my dismay at being called a hero.

He nodded. "You have some serious counseling you'll need to get for this. Here's one appointment. With directions. I was told that you'll get further referrals, but she wants to see you first. Now get your ass out of this school and see her. I want to see you smile the next time you come in."

Did I dare?

Yes, I did. "Mr Tilling... I failed. Blackie got hurt. All because I thought Morton was going after me."

He nodded. "I suspected something like that. Talk to her. In depth. Get it out of your system."

I hung my head. "I don't like to fail."

I heard the sigh and his voice drew my eyes back to him. "You didn't fail, Joe. You did the best any man in this kind of situation could hope to. Talk to Somma; he's an ex-Marine. He'll let you know. He's been where you are, you know. And he still has flashbacks. I had some little suspicions about you, given your educational history file. You've been in some tough spots. Talk to Somma. Talk to her" pointing at the card in my hand "and then come talk to me. Somma's a hero himself, you know, but he still sees where he's fallen short. So you fell short. You're human. It's unavoidable. But I'm damn glad you were there. And did as much as you did."

I think it was the squeeze of his hand on my shoulder that helped me lift my spirits up again, and I headed for the door.

The body can move, it seems, without much direction from the brain. I arrived at my car without a second thought, climbed in and finally read the card.

I'm glad Mr Tilling had given me forty-five minutes to get there. I think I spent the first half hour crying.

Forward Tackles don't cry.

Yeah, right.

I was so glad to see Colin. After putting Joe and his girlfriend back together, I wrapped myself around him. We didn't kiss but, when I was asked about Joe, I denied seeing him and Hannah burn each other's brains out.

It's funny how a lot of the petty annoyances of The Program weren't happening; I didn't get felt up much. I think, though, that all of the eyes that did seem to brush all of my nipples acted to trigger my lubrication.

Before third period I met Colin again and he asked me what was wrong.

"I am so horny right now."

Like sleight of hand his hand materialized on my pussy and brought me off quite suddenly. The touches to my nipples helped me get off... and, for the first time, it was quite public, in the hall, as I leaned back against Colin and screamed out my climax.

The stares of passing students shook me up at first but then I realized this was The Program. Instead of trying to hide my face, I smiled.

Between third and fourth period the touching picked up. It seemed my extra nipples caught everyone's eyes and I got a lot of attention there.

I started asking for relief.

And got it.

Finding out that sexual excitement is kind of a side effect of a brush with death seemed to make it clearer.

I knocked on the door, frightened out of my mind thinking about what I'd face.

Being nude didn't help. I wasn't sure how school-sponsored this was, but I didn't want to take a chance on breaking Program rules.

That's when Blackie's mom opened the door.

My heart stopped as she smiled at me. "Come in to my office, Joe."

The feet attached to my legs somehow carried me as I followed her to an office where I was guided to a comfortable chair.

She opened things up by talking about me, my parents, some of my history. I answered these, dreading her accusation that I'd failed to protect her son.

Our talk picked up a funny back-and-forth rhythm and I found that I was relaxing, the ache in my shoulders fading.

"Joe, I'm glad you're finally relaxing and you don't look like a beaten dog any more. I know something's bothering you about whole thing. Why? You can tell me. I don't see any real reason for anxiety."

There was that sudden sense that maybe I could trust her with my secret; if nothing else, I'd know where I stood right away, and get it over with.

I licked my lips. "I didn't like the way my girlfriend was looking at Blackie. It bothered me. Especially when she was talking about how great he is. I feel like my resentments kept me from acting on the threat correctly."

Where was the club she was going to beat me with? I could feel myself flinch, waiting for words of condemnation to land on me... words that I had no defense for.

Instead there was silence... until I looked at her. She smiled at me.

"Joe, that's bullshit. Your resentments didn't slow you down enough; I've seen the tape. And your pummeling that fucking idiot's face in wasn't because you resented my son. No, you have a good heart; it's just that you doubt your own motives that you have problems."

The sense of shock running through me left a tingle in my fingers and toes. It felt good.

"Joe, I can't promise that you won't dream about this, that you won't have nightmares, but you did good. And I'm very happy with you. Even if you do doubt yourself."

I nodded, half in shock.

"Now that I had first crack at talking to you and thanking you for doing as well as you did, I'll refer you to Ellie Kirkland. You'll need to see her from now one because it'll avoid any conflict of interest. I've spoken with her and she'll see you in a half hour or so."

I nodded, my mouth dry again, as I was handed the card with address and appointment information.

"Now Joe, I know that people will be looking up to you as some kind of a hero and I can tell that you're afraid to let it go to your head. Don't worry, let it roll over you, but realize that Hannah does care about you and I can also see that you care about her. Take care of yourself, all right? And watch for the cops. They might want to recruit you."

Yeah, that'd be the day, given my record as a juvie.

She caught my look and smirked at me.

She knew!

She nodded at me.

It hit me then: She knew I had a record but she didn't care. This was going to take some thinking. Just the thought that someone could know my record and think it unimportant now was a surprise; perhaps it was possible to forget the sins of my past.

I was glad I was able to use the small bathroom off her office to rinse my face. It was time to face the world again.

It was strange to see Pamela ask for relief; it seemed like a form of disrespect for Blackie but then it struck me that we needed to get back to normal. We couldn't spend our time mourning someone who wasn't dead.

Denial, perhaps? Maybe so, but the idea of a "normal" routine has a seductive aura. I thought, in that moment, this was the perfect catalyst.

So I volunteered to give her relief. She apologized to me after I'd brought her off but I told her "We need to get back to normal. Or as normal as The Program allows us to be, at least."

I awakened-- or did I? I wasn't sure-- to see Red's face looking at me. I was told it was Tuesday night and that I was healing well. I was able to nod, realizing that there were things in my mouth and nose that I really didn't like.

I watched dreamily as Red moved and felt the kiss on my forehead. I smiled just as it seemed like fog was rolling in.

As I faded into the fog I realized I wasn't alone.

Again I had Sam and Juenko for company Tuesday night after visiting the hospital. It felt good to see his face alive again and kissing his forehead made me feel good.

We didn't need to cry again.

We did anyway. And I had problems with nightmares that night despite holding Sam and Juenko close to me.

Waking the house and having to be reminded that Blackie wasn't gone forever didn't help things but I was awake enough to see my parents look at each other funny.

It was such a funny shared look that it stuck in my mind as I finally, curled up with my two bedmates, faded back to sleep.

My step-mom had talked to me and asked me to invite Hannah over to the house.

Then she pushed us into my room and closed the door behind her.

So we sat and talked, holding hands.

It was funny how I'd learned the pleasure of just holding another's hand with Pamela the morning before. Even the events of that morning didn't interfere with the feel of Hannah's hand in mine.

We kissed. We hugged. We cried together.

Half an hour after we'd been ushered to my room my step-mom knocked on the door. I got up to open it.

"Yes, mom?"

She looked over me closely, then looked over Hannah. "What are you two doing dressed? You should both have been fucking each other's brains out by now."

I was struck speechless. Hannah was next questioned as I stood there dumb; "Hannah, you do want him, right?"

"Oh, yes, Mrs Robison."

"Then treat him like the idiot he's being right now and show him how to make love to you until he catches up. Think you can do that?"

I stared as Hannah nodded. "So where should I start?"

My mom pushed me back into the room as she instructed "You usually start by undressing him and work from there."

I'm not sure how many brain cells I had, but by the time Hannah was done with me (telling me I was a good student), I was quite ready to sleep.

My dreams that night were less frightening but I think Hannah's presence in my arms helped.

If this is what it took to keep my nightmares at bay...

I was able to spend time with Colin but sleeping alone was no fun. I really hoped I could convince my parents that it would be nice if I could keep him with me. At least they'd both warmed up to him.

My mom asked me "So do you think he can handle seeing..." and miming her own chest. I nodded. "He has no problems. He likes them."

I'd neglected to tell her how far along we were in our relationship; for a moment my mother seemed scandalized but then she calmed down again. "I forgot that he can see all of you."

Damn! I could've been the one to explain that. I'd managed to forget that The Program could be used as an excuse.

"Don't forget that touching me isn't an unreasonable request either. And he's pretty good with his hands."

Some people can't cope, did you know that? I wondered where my genes came from given her inability to cope. Her hands were fluttering about, looking like dying doves.

"C'mon, mom, this isn't kindergarten. I've learned a lot about myself, my body, and what I want... and what I like. I've also learned that I've got to be able to talk about sex with whoever I'll marry, and I'll have to make sure they know about my problems. Colin knows both and still finds me attractive and wants me in his life."

My mom stood there, rooted to the spot, eyes wide in shock.

I realized that I needed some softening of my position, to make sure that she wouldn't freak completely-- she was not a teen-ager any more. "Mom, I wouldn't have gotten this far in learning to live if it hadn't been for you and daddy helping me, but some things I have to learn for myself. All right?"

My mom nodded, still silent, gave me a quick hug and mumbled "G'night" to me.

I made sure the hug wasn't short and told my mom I loved her.

Sleep wasn't immediate but did come soon enough.

It was funny that Pamela and I were the only naked Sophomores in school by lunch time; Joe had disappeared. After lunch, old man Tilling walked up to me with a card.

"Tamara, here's your appointment to see Dr. Kirkland for tomorrow morning. I expect to be handing out a lot more of these referrals given how overloaded the normal school psych staff have gotten, but given the shock you and Joe went through, we really needed to escalate for you both."

I nodded, silent, my eyes big.

He sighed. "I know that you have a problem with thinking you had a role in this, but I know you were just there. He had the knife already, so he had plans. He didn't just get enraged when he saw you clinging to Blackie. So something else set him off."

There comes a time when you realize where you've been and finally see how shitty you are (or were). I'd been working through that since Monday morning, when I'd first preened in Blackie's presence, thinking that it'd give me more status with the "girls". Now I missed him. He accepted me despite my history; sure, he wasn't all over me or anything like that, but he was willing to help me deal with the whole Program and the issues it brings, even though he didn't like me all that much.

Seeing why he'd not liked me hurt even more. And even this morning I was still catty with Red, so where did that leave me? Who was I really? And what did I stand for?

All right, so I might not have been a Judas goat, leading Blackie to slaughter, but I'd intended to use him. Just like this morning I'd used Red's situation with the newsies to my own advantage.

I realized that Tilling was staring at me. I said "Thank you, Mr Tilling. I'll see her in the morning. This won't impact my Program time, will it?"

He shook his head. "Not this week."

I finally had to ask "With Blackie out for however long it takes for them to deal with that jigsaw puzzle, who will I be getting as a partner?"

He sighed, then looked me in the eye: "Are you sure you need one?"

Did I need one? Or was it just a political thing? Could I really handle the next three days on my own? Should I handle the next three days on my own?

The answer was a mixed yes and no. I'd picked Joe Morton as a boyfriend because he was big, handsome and well-equipped. After seeing Blackie and Red's video on TV the week before I knew that Joe didn't know how to use the equipment he had. Which probably led up to this whole thing when I turned him down after the movie on Sunday night.

Time for the truth. "I'm not sure. I don't know if I'd be more messed up or less if I got another boy to buddy with me or not. Would I use him? Would I encourage him to use me? Can I avoid using people?"

I saw a sad smile cross his face. "I'll figure out what we can do. You may have a new partner when you get back from your appointment. I have to think about this and talk to the powers that be, all right?"

He patted my shoulder when I nodded, and I continued to my next class.

Going home was the same but different. I spoke with Hannah and discovered that some of our regular crowd had shunned her for going naked on Monday which bothered me. She had a good reason to go naked- her clothing had been almost soaked in Blackie's blood.

A new Hannah seemed to appear, though. She sounded happy and confident despite the behavior of "our crowd".

It was thinking about this when we finally got off the phone that I realized that the regular group of girls hadn't spoken to me either.

So I called around. Other than Hannah, Josephine was the only one willing to talk to me in any depth.

It's funny to reflect that I'd led a group of girls that would tease, primp and act like the queens of creation and now I was, for the most part, an outcast.

This realization did not come without pain; I'd been less than kind to get here and now I was being ejected from the clique that I'd thought I'd formed... and, for a few moments I felt so angry that I was being pushed to the outside.

There is something to this set of nudity rules that changes you. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror.

I'd gotten dressed on arriving home but the clothes seemed to tell me something different about myself, so I stripped them back off and looked closely at myself in the big mirror.

Seeing yourself nude like this is usually something you turn away from since you're usually in the mode of changing your clothes, so you're not paying much attention.

I paid attention this time to my body, close attention. I saw the little flaws I'd used clothing to keep hidden. The extra weight on my hips, the birthmark under my navel, the...

This seemed to be a key lesson that being Naked in School was about: realizing that clothes allow us to hide our own imperfections from ourselves, not just others. I remembered how Jo had been drawn to Blackie and Red last week but had done my best to assert authority.

Tears gathered in my eyes before I realized that I was no longer "that" Tamara. I looked at my body, my "birthday" suit, and felt, at that moment, re-born.

The past wasn't as important; I didn't know how I'd turn out, now that I'd learned who I needed not to be, but at least I'd have time to learn.

My mirror showed my face smiling back at me.

Whoever that girl was in the mirror, she didn't smile like the old Tamara. She looked too happy. She looked free.

That afternoon I stayed nude at home; my brother came home with some of his friends (they were only nine years old) who gawked at me but I'd learned at school not to pay them much heed. I got questions and the one girl in the group walked up to me and asked me about growing hair "down there".

"Kimmy, it happens to both boys and girls when they go through puberty."

My brother Tom said "Yeah, Kimmy's folks moved her to my classroom since we're not naked. Jeff and Alan got moved to a class where everybody is naked. We do see some of the teachers naked, though. Ms. Williams, our music teacher, doesn't have any hair down there though. I heard when some girl asked why she didn't have any hair like the other teachers and she said she shaved. I was told we're supposed to grow hair when we grow up."

I nodded. "Yeah, kids, I wasn't warned about the hair so I thought there was something wrong with me when it started to grow." I brushed the hair, showing how curly it was to my audience.

There is something funny about finally accepting my pubic hair that was a surprise. It was another thing I'd tried to hide under my clothes, and the large triangle of hair had bothered me for some time. I was showing it to these kids and telling them that there was nothing wrong with growing hair on the pubes and, being a non-sexual touch, my fingers were actually soothing.

Wow. Pussy hair isn't just for sex.

"So I guess Jeff and Alan are ahead of you on seeing what a girl is like?"

They shook their heads. "We don't get to see much. Can you show us what's in there?"

I looked at Kimmy and my brother Tom. They've been almost inseparable for some time and I realized they could likely stay close, unless we moved or her family moved, unlike my first crush Kevin.

It was a snap decision. My legs spread, allowing all four of these kids to see between my labia, and I started to give them a quick lesson on female anatomy, naming the parts and telling them what they were for.

There is something strange about teaching someone something for the first time; I learned a lot about me. This was unexpected ... but a pleasure. I could feel myself get wet as my pussy got ready to fuck. My nipples tightened up to reflect my arousal as I pointed things out.

That's when Jeff came back between my legs, kneeled down, and took a close look before looking at my eyes, saying "I saw Marcie once like this at recess. She told me she was excited and that's why her bump here, the clitor... clitoris is so big. I watched as her friend Marc touched her there. Can I touch you?"

At that moment I don't think I could have said no to these children. Jeff was apparently a good student and had been watching his class-mate Marcie get touched, and he applied that to me.

It was strange that the first time I was touched while in The Program was by an elementary school child and not by any of my classmates. At the time I didn't think much about this as an example of irony but it was telling me something.

Jeff's small fingers were gentle and probing and he paid a lot of attention to my responses as he touched me . It's hard to explain now that a nine year old boy gave me one of the best orgasms I'd ever had up to that point. After Jeff, Alan got to show me how observant he was of Jeff's work (yes, he was attentive), then Kimmy came and touched me.

The girl's touch was, if possible, better than the boy's touch, being gentler, and it came back to me that people at school hadn't even tried to touch my pussy and even my breasts had been ignored.

I thanked each of them in turn but Tommy seemed reluctant when I encouraged him to try it.

"You won't yell at me later on? You won't scream at me?"

The fear on his face brought myself back into reality from the fog of sexual excitement. I was very suddenly out of the mood.

Damn!

But the reason for it was that my little brother was more afraid of me... bringing home that I've not been a good sister to him. I slid off the couch and kneeled in front of him, bringing us closer to being face to face and I gave him a hug and told him I was sorry for yelling at him the way I had and promised to try not to yell at him in the future.

Every extra second it took for him to finally return my hug was like an indictment against my character. My tears were flowing before his arms could surround me.

I was still holding him when our parents walked in to find me naked, kneeling and hugging my brother while three of his friends stood there, watching.

My mother's face frowned at me. She'd not been too happy over my willingness to go along with The Program, but had recognized that she had to bend to it. My brother had not been moved out of the "clothing required" class in his school when she was asked if he could be transferred, so it was likely that she'd be unhappy to see him exposed to my nudity here.

She also knew that Tom and I didn't always get along, any more than my big sister and I had. Or my brother Tim, who'd been packed off to a military academy. Tom was still too much the innocent, and I'd hurt him.

It struck me then that my whole family was thoroughly fucked up.

My own tears started to dry as I caught up with what I had finally realized, that it wasn't just me.

What bothered me the most about this sudden realization was that I couldn't explain it to anyone here. Think about it--

My oldest sister was 23 and doing time for murdering her husband. She didn't want to see or hear from any of us, so perhaps she'd found some peace in prison.

I realized that my head had been pretty far up my ass in playing status games, trying to be a princess for my mother and so didn't have time to be a person for me. It haunted me now that my mom had thought Joe Morton would be a good for me. Of course she'd married her football player, my biological father, but he'd been a loser in real life.

After me, with my mom's second husband, came two boys: Tim and Tom. Tim had problems with everybody here and seemed to always be in trouble at school or wherever, so my folks had sent him across the country to a place to "shape him up". I was bothered that it was relief he was gone; just a year ago he'd chosen to rape me. Oh, I'd let him have his way, knowing that I didn't want him to try it violently, but I'd told my mom...

And now Tom. Tom had been babied, perhaps too much. But he wasn't doing all that well, thanks to me, and he needed me now. Mom and dad were both too status conscious to take care of him.

So I sat through a lecture that I shouldn't tease the kids, what was I thinking, did I want one of "those boys" to rape me too, the whole nine yards.

I'd been naked for three days at school in the last week and not once had my nudity gotten anyone willing to attempt to rape me, so I knew the lie. Rape isn't because I was asking for it, it was because someone thought it right to take what they want by force rather than guile.

When things finally calmed down that night (clothing became a requirement outside my bedroom) I was fading into sleep when a sense of contentment hit me as I realized that I'd learned more in The Program than anyone had ever expected.

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