Jake's estimate was off by a little. Word had already made its way around the school that Jake was spending his time with a select group of females now. He'd turned down dates with several of his previous encounters, and it didn't take long for the wiser heads in the school to figure out what was going on.

Some of them made the leap right away, putting his CAP score high enough to take at least four. There was some confusion about the actual make up of his chosen women. Most assumed rightly that he was taking Jasmine, Kimmy, and Lana. There was some confusion about who the fourth was, which led to repeated attempts to hook up with him from some of the girls he'd slept with that summer.

Other groups were beginning to shake out of the crowd also, so that took some of the focus off of him and his harem. There were a few however who saw the looks Mrs. Hall gave Jake in class, and made assumptions. The rumor mill soon picked it up, and by Thursday Jake was called to the office.

He'd been in Science class, and wondered what had happened to get him called out of Lab. He was ushered into the Principal's office to find Mrs. Stanton joined by two men he did not recognize.

"Jake, we need to discuss something with you, and need the absolute truth from you," the Dean began. Jake nodded, wondering where this was headed. "A rumor is circulating through the school that you are, well, involved with Mrs. Hall."

Jake knew he must have looked like a deer in the headlights, and figured denying their involvement would be counterproductive. He merely sat, waiting for the woman to continue.

"Now Mr. Whitman, these gentlemen are Mr. Boston from the school board, and Mr. Wellman from the Teachers Association. They are here to investigate the rumors that Mrs. Hall is involved in a relationship with you." She fixed Jake with a stare, a look he returned with out fear or rancor.

"Mr. Whitman," the man introduced as Mr. Wellman spoke up, "I've know Elle, Mrs. Hall, for many years. She's been a trusted teacher, and up until she started working here, we had never had a complaint against her. Over the last several years we have received multiple complaints regarding her attitude toward students. She was reported to be hostile, even verbally abusive at times. However each instance we investigated showed that while she was very hard on her students, she had not violated any state or school policy."

The man was pacing the small office and stopped in front of Jake, looking down at him seriously. "Recently I received word from Mr. Boston and Mrs. Stanton that there had been a total reversal in her attitude. Young man, when I investigated the change in her, we were at first worried that she had begun using drugs..."

He held up a hand to forestall Jake as the young man started to rise, he face clouding with anger. "It's ok; I know that she's not involved in anything like that now." He regarded Jake carefully. "Look, it's obvious you care a great deal for her, and I want you to know, as a long time family friend, for what you have done for her I am grateful."

"However, we cannot have a teacher involved with a student, and a juvenile at that. I need a statement from you concerning the exact extent of your relationship with her. I know you care for her, but if she has broken the rules she must face the consequences."

Jake stood, looking the man in the eye. "First off sir, I'm not a juvenile. I'm over fourteen and therefore legally an adult under the new laws. Secondly, if a relationship of any kind exists, and I'm neither admitting or denying anything, it is none of your or anyone else's business. Mrs. Hall has been nothing but proper here on school grounds, or at any school function. However, her personal life is her own, and any attempt to punish her for something you suspect she has done on her own time and away from school will result in an immediate lawsuit against the school board and the association."

"Mrs. Stanton can tell you sir; my family has all the money they need to hire the best lawyers in the state. There is nothing illegal or improper between myself and Mrs. Hall, and any accusation to the contrary will be false."

Jake spun on his heel and headed for the door. "Mr. Whitman!!! Jake, come back here," Mrs. Stanton called out as he opened the door. Jake turned in the door, keeping his expression calm as he peered back at the room's occupants.

"Jake, please listen. The school has rules about teachers fraternizing with students," she explained. "It's out of our hands. Word has gotten around and we have parents calling the office worried about the state of affairs here at this school." She drew a breath, heaving a sigh.

"The change in Elle has been wonderful, however, we cannot allow her to continue teaching. Think of the publicity we would receive. We don't need that kind of circus here." Her tone was imploring and Jake looked down in thought.

"Have you talked with her about this?" he asked softly. Mrs. Stanton shook her head no and Jake shrugged.

"Why are you telling me then, I'm not going to admit or deny anything. Just remember, she's the best teacher this school ever had, and whatever changed her attitude, in the last two weeks she has become one of the most loved teachers in the building."

Jake stepped into the hall, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He had his Dad on speed dial, and Mark picked up on the second ring. Jake quickly filled his father in on the meeting he'd been summoned to and his fears that Elle would get in serious trouble.

"Son, did you admit to anything," his father asked. Jake told him word for word what he had said. "Good, they can't do anything to her yet. Don't call her or talk to her during class today. It might be wise to skip her class. I'll take care of everything else."

"Yes Dad, I just hope it doesn't get too blown out of proportion," Jake said wearily. "I mean, a media blitz now might reveal our plan, and I don't want the family put at risk."

"Understood son, now let me make some phone calls to get the ball rolling." Jake hung up and headed for his locker as the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Kimmy met him at his locker, puzzled by the troubled look on his face. He indicated he didn't want to talk about it right now and she nodded, falling in step with him as he headed down the hall. Jake really didn't feel like going to class, and his feet dragged.

Kimmy looked around, Jake was taking so long the hall was getting empty. As the last student in sight slipped into a classroom she grabbed Jake's hand and tugged him down a side hall. Leading him into the girl's bathroom, despite his protest, she shushed him and hurriedly checked each stall, making sure they were alone.

"All right, spill, what's the problem?" she said, taking their books and putting them on the counter. She leaned back, arms crossed as she regarded him seriously. Jake shook his head, but she didn't budge.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the Lord and Master here," Jake objected. Kimmy gave him a look that said it all and he sighed. "Ok, look, someone suspects Elle and me of an improper relationship and I'm afraid she's going to get in trouble. Then, when the media gets on the story, our little group is going to become the focus of their attention. That in turn will draw the attention of the anti-Confederacy folks, something we do not want."

Jake's phone rang before Kimmy could respond. Her worried look said it all as he listened intently to the caller. "Alright Dad, I hope you're right," he said before hanging up. "Come on, I've got to go back to the office," he said wearily.

Mrs. Stanton was in the outer office when he entered. "Jake, I hope you changed your mind," she said tartly.

"Mrs. Stanton, my Dad has informed me he is on the way here. I have been instructed to say nothing further on the matter until he arrives. He also said to tell you that unless you keep a lid on this until he has spoken with you, the school will be liable for any violence perpetrated against my family as a result of your investigation."

Mrs. Stanton started to say something, but Mr. Boston's hand on her arm stopped her. He had walked up behind her and overheard the conversation.

"Young man, I don't know what you think you are doing, but we'll play it your way for now. However, if this turns out to be a bluff, you will find yourself in serious trouble. Have I made myself clear?"

Jake nodded and tried to ignore them. He spent a tense fifteen minutes until his father showed up, leading two men he vaguely recognized.

"Mrs. Stanton, Bob, Kyle, it's good to see you. Let's go into your office," one of the men said, motioning Jake to follow. When Kimmy stood up he arched an eyebrow at Mark. Jake's Dad indicated she was a potential witness and the man smiled.

"Good, should make this easier." He turned to the receptionist with a smile. "Dear, could you ask Mrs. Hall to join us please?" Not waiting for an answer he ushered everyone into Mrs. Stanton's office.

"James, it's getting a little crowded in here," Mr. Boston noted. The man who had taken charge nodded and asked about a conference room. Mrs. Stanton lead them to the room next to hers, and they all took seats around the long table, Jake and his family on one side, the school officials on the other.

The man who had taken charge remained standing while the older man who accompanied him took a seat at the head of the table. No one spoke, although Mrs. Stanton started to, and was again stopped by Mr. Boston. Mrs. Hall was shown into the room shortly, and the man who seemed to have taken charge indicated she should sit at the far end of the table.

"Uhm, should I have a representative here?" she asked. Mark quietly assured her everything was taken care of.

"Mrs. Hall, let me introduce you to some of the people you may not know," the man who had remained standing said. Stepping behind the older gentleman at the head of the table he addressed the room.

"This is Judge Nelson; he will be overseeing the proceedings and advising us of any legal precedents that should be taken into consideration. I am James Greer, Prosecuting Attorney for this county." He nodded toward the remaining people, "I believe you know everyone else."

"Now to begin, it has come to my attention that the School Board, represented by their attorney Kyle Boston, has put forth allegations that Mrs. Hall has entered into a relationship with a student, Jake Whitman, that puts her in violation of state law and school policy. Bob Wellman, who represents the Teacher Association, has supported these allegations. We are here to determine if any policies or laws have been violated."

"Mrs. Hall, what is your relationship with Jake Whitman," the attorney asked.

"Well, I don't know if I should..." Elle began but was cut off by Mark, assuring her it was alright to answer truthfully.

"Well, I know it sounds strange, but I'm his concubine," she said in a clear voice.

The school officials all gasped, and Mr. Boston started to rise before the judge's stare cut him down.

"Now Mrs. Hall, exactly what do you mean by that statement?" Judge Nelson asked.

"Well, Jake has a high enough score to volunteer for service in the Confederacy. He has done so and offered me a position as his concubine, conditional on my being with him at the time he is picked up. I agreed to his proposition. I also agreed to be his concubine while he is still here on Earth, until such time as he is picked up."

Trust an English teacher to be very precise with her words, her statement leaving no doubt as to her meaning.

"Very well, Mrs. Hall. Was your agreement in writing?" the judge asked. Elle shook her head. "No sir, it was a verbal agreement which I consider to be binding to myself and Mr. Whitman."

"I see, and did anyone witness this agreement, besides the principals involved?"

Mark and Kimmy both raised their hands, and the judge looked to them.

"Your Honor, I witnessed the agreement, as did several other members of my family, and some friends who were at our home the night it took place," Mark said. "I also have a video of the agreement, well, it's actually of some other things, but includes the agreement on it."

"I take it this video contains images of sexual intercourse?" the judge asked.

"Yes sir," Mark answered.

"I see, and does it contain images of Mrs. Hall and your son engaging in sexual acts."

Jake could see the triumph on Mr. Boston's face. He was waiting for the answer, like a cat preparing to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse.

"Yes sir," Mark responded.

"Your Honor," Mr. Boston blurted out, "the school board hereby request that said tape be taken into custody as evidence of Mrs. Hall's wrongdoing." He sat back with a smug smile on his face, satisfied he had won the day.

"Your request has been noted, Mr. Boston." The judge turned back to Mark. "Sir, does the depicted intercourse take place before or after said verbal agreement between Mrs. Hall and your son."

"After sir, well, immediately after, to be honest."

"Very well. Mrs. Hall, did you and Mr. Whitman have any agreement in place to handle your teacher/student relationship while on school grounds or during school functions?"

"Uh, well, yes sir, if you could call it that. Jake, that is Mr. Whitman, as my sponsor, instructed me to treat him as I would any other student while at school or school functions. At all other times I am his concubine."

"I see. Kind of unorthodox I must say, but in light of recent higher court rulings, quite legal and binding." At the dumbfounded looks from the school officials the judge elaborated.

"Yesterday the United States Supreme Court affirmed a ruling by the US Court of Appeals that decided any contract entered into by a potential sponsor and a potential concubine, whether verbal or written, is binding and supersedes all applicable city, state, or federal laws. The case specifically dealt with the large fortune a potential concubine turned over to a sponsor. Her family objected and the court ruled he had the right to dispose of the money as he saw fit, as she had surrendered herself to his will."

"Therefore, as Mrs. Hall and Mr. Whitman's agreement, although verbal, was witnessed by two individuals currently in the court, and will be reaffirmed by video evidence, I declare it to be legal and binding. Mrs. Hall has been instructed by her sponsor to maintain professional demeanor while acting in her capacity as a teacher, and has therefore violated no school policy, or city, state or federal law."

The three school officials looked as stunned as Jake, Kimmy, and Elle. The judge wasn't finished however.

"Further more, I hereby order the school administration to cease any discourse on this matter, and any investigations into Mrs. Hall's conduct will be limited to activities which took place on school grounds or at school functions. Also I will issue a gag order prohibiting any media agency from reporting, in any media, any information that could lead to the revelation of Mr. Whitman's identity. As a potential sponsor he is a potential target of terrorist groups, and any release of information that could lead to his being identified as such will be met with harsh criminal and civil penalties."

"Mr. Greer, make sure that a copy of the tape is entered into evidence, and that all local media outlets are notified of the gag order. Mr. Boston, any media contacting you regarding this matter is to be advised of said gag order." He swept the table with a gaze, and nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Rising from his chair he headed for the door. "Oh Bob, James, we still have a 2pm tee time, don't forget," he stated as he headed out the door. Bob mumbled something while James merely waved. Mrs. Stanton turned to Bob, shock still on her face.

"Is that legal?" she asked.

"Yeah, and I'd suggest you not discuss it with anyone, including other board members or school officials. If anyone asked, tell them the school board has determined Mrs. Hall has violated no laws or school policies, and that you are not allowed to discuss the matter farther."

Mrs. Stanton nodded, watching as Mark lead Jake and his two concubines from the room. Mark advised Jake to gather the rest of his girls and leave school for the day.

"Meet me at the gun club," Mark said. "I think it's time we all started getting serious about protecting ourselves." Jake nodded, and asked the receptionist to have Bonnie, Della, Lana, and Jasmine meet them in the office. Mark headed home to round up the rest of their pre-pack.

Jake enjoyed the time at the range, and finally settled on a Glock Model 23 in .40 caliber as his carry weapon. It was small enough to conceal under a long shirt, while still carrying 13 rounds in the magazine. He had opted to arm all his concubines, and instructed them to pick a gun they felt comfortable with.

After shooting several models, Bonnie, Lana and Jasmine all mirrored his choice, while Della went with a Model 27 Glock, a smaller version of the weapon the rest had chosen. Elle surprised them all by choosing a Model 22, the big brother of the 23 and 27.

"Hey, it'll fit in my purse with ease," she said, demonstrating by dropping the gun in her voluminous bag. Mark advised her to have a holster affixed to her bag on the inside, so that digging through its contents to get to the gun wasn't necessary.

Once everyone had chosen a weapon, and been instructed in basic safety and use, they spent another half hour shooting their guns, becoming more familiar with them. Jake figured the girls, with the exception of Lana, who was a natural Annie Oakley, needed more practice, and made arrangements for daily visits to the range for the next two weeks.