Monday Morning

The air was dank with cigarette smoke, the bad spring in the couch was jabbing me in the side, and the sound of puking was coming from the bathroom. By all signs, this was going to be another crap morning.

Hello, Monday.

The weekend hadn't been much better. Sure, I'd gotten my injection Saturday morning. Sure, that meant I'd keep my shape and my strength for another six months. Otherwise I'd have melted into a heap like Marjorie, my so-called aunt, a one-time exotic dancer who was off her injections and into her natural form, which was somewhere between a walrus and a sack of potatoes. But that wasn't the problem.

Actually, thanks to Adam Jonson, Marjorie and I had both gotten our injections. The guy fascinated me. It seemed he was nice to everybody and never pushed anyone around, and yet he got everything he wanted. I couldn't see how that was possible. I wanted to know how he did it. Because, at the time, I was having trouble getting certain things to turn out the way I wanted.

Here's an example: The last week of summer vacation, Adam and his pals decided it might be fun to drive up to Lake Dhrystone, stay in their own lakefront cottage, and cruise around in their own motorboat. So they just pulled it all out of a hat, like, "Poof!" Of course, they wanted some girlfriends to come along too, so I talked my cousin Nadia into being one of the girlfriends and then getting me included. I'd been working on something like that for a long time. It was hard because this Adam guy didn't seem to like me very much.

Now, in case you don't already know, I'm not really into clothes. When I used to wear 'em, I could only afford discount stuff and hand-me-downs, and people used to look down on me for that. Then, just before my junior year, my then-current "aunt" got arrested and the police were looking for me too. There was no time to pack so what the hell: goodbye aunt, goodbye city, goodbye clothes. A year later, all three goodbyes were still working OK.

Nadia wasn't much into clothes either, except that she liked miniskirts and nipple shields. Our cousin Teah was still wearing normal clothes at the time, but she was starting to get antsy about her sex life. Ready to make a change, that is.

Anyway, we all liked the way this guy Adam guy seemed to be built, so we worked out a scheme to ditch most of his clothes just before we left. Then, he actually lost the rest of his clothes himself! It was really kind of funny, but really hot, too. I mean, his dick is great-looking to begin with, and it's big, and it's hairless so you can see and feel every detail and not get hairs in your teeth. But on top of all that, it's permanently erect!

Everything was going great until this storm came up. The guys had screwed up and left the boat in the water and it seemed like the storm was going to blow it away. So Adam jumped in the boat and tried to save it. I'm sure I could've stopped him before he ran outside but I never thought he'd do anything so stupid. Then I tried to save him and nearly blew that as well. Duh, like after those years living with a combination beach bum and surf instructor, I didn't know how to throw a life preserver! But I missed, and then I jumped in to save my ass and rescue him, and then I couldn't get us back to shore, and then we had to survive hours in the stormy water. A couple of times, I thought it was all over.

I suppose you already know the next part. Adam and I found our way to shore and survived the afternoon, the night, and the next morning on an isolated beach. Then a news chopper discovered us and we became instant celebrities. I suppose the fact that they caught us screwing and put it on the air had something to do with that.

So there I was, thinking I almost got this guy Adam killed, and he decides he's the dumb one and that I get all the credit for saving his life. So in the next week, he practically adopts me! First he figured out how I could get my injection, even though I didn't have the money or the insurance. Then he and Nadia leveraged the instant celebrity bit into us making $5,000 a day (each!) filming commercials for a guy who sells jeeps. Plus, I got the use of a brand-new, tricked-out jeep!

Adam got Marjorie's injection approved too. I guess all the paperwork went through together. So on Saturday morning Marjorie and I got our injections, and then Adam, Nadia, and I each made our first $5,000 doing commercials.

What a kick! I'd almost forgotten how much I like driving off-road. And the tricked-out jeep was mine, all mine, to drive around all week, for a while, anyway.

The only problem (or at least the biggest one) was with Marjorie's injection. Did she take it slow and safe? No, of course not! She wanted to look better than she ever did, and all within a week!

So when I got home Saturday evening, Marjorie wasn't doing so hot. Think about it. In the span of seven days, you're going to lose maybe a hundred pounds of fat, add twenty or thirty pounds of muscle, grow a new skin, shed the old one, and rework your entire metabolism. Not to mention the internal changes.

If you want to know what that's like, look what happened to Aunt Marjorie. By the time I got home she was puking, crapping, shedding hair, and peeling skin all over the place. Complaining, too, or more correctly cussing a blue streak. None of which stopped her from eating everything we had. I cared for her the best I could, then about midnight she finally fell asleep.

Adam's friend Ben, who'd been at the lake, was having a party that night and I knew Adam expected me to be there. So, even though it was late, I went. We had a couple of good screws, that's for sure, but I couldn't stay. On the way home I bought some groceries but that might have been a mistake. When I got to the apartment I found Marjorie coughing and sputtering in a puddle of puke. She was lucky she hadn't drowned.

Sunday morning Marjorie was still puking, pissing, and pooping to beat hell. It was messy stuff too; all greasy and smelly. I probably should have watched her all day, except that I'd promised Adam that at one o'clock I'd talk to his mom at the real estate office where she worked. I knew something was up but I couldn't imagine what it was. That's mostly why I went; just to find out. Our neighbor Florence promised to watch Marjorie. She's a trouper, that Flo. Why is it that the less some people have, the more they seem to give?

As it turned out, I wasn't supposed to talk with Adam's mom at all. They had it set up for me to talk Mr. Bogswamp, the owner, and he hired me as a real estate courier! It was no more work than delivering pizzas, it paid about quadruple, it had better hours, and it had medical insurance. Of course it was all Adam's idea, and of course I took the job anyway.

Well, shit. There I was, trying to get into Adam's life, and instead he'd gotten into mine. I was pissed. I felt like I'd lost something, like I owed someone, like I was tied down. All my life that'd been my warning signal of bad things to come. First they tie you down, then they stomp on you. I had a long history of those experiences and I didn't want any more: not from Adam, not from anyone. Oh, I was pissed.

And then, of all the lines he could have tried, Adam claimed I could trust him. And you know what? I'm sure it was stupid, but I believed him. Somehow, even though he'd been sneaky in setting up the injections, and the commercials, and the jeep, and the job, he hadn't done it for himself. He'd done it for me! Even though just a week before, I'd almost gotten him killed. I'd never seen anything like that. So yeah, I believed him.

The rest of the afternoon was good, too. We drove out of town, found some hills, and pushed that jeep for all it was worth. Uphill, downhill, across streams, rocks, trees: you name it. The only reason we stopped was to screw, and that was pretty good too.

The last time was the best. We'd found an old fire road and followed it halfway up Mount Puebas, then stopped at a grassy ledge. The sun was setting in a blaze of glory, lighting the sky in a riot of blue and pink and gray and white. The air was so clear we could see Mount Felicity, the river, the city, everything.

Adam stopped the jeep and set the parking brake, then we moved as one into the grass and into each other. We held each other, we kissed, we rolled around and got dirty, and we didn't care. I could see the sunset reflected in his eyes and the wind blowing in his hair. Adam came early, of course, but we ignored that. The injection factors that gave him such a hair trigger also kept him permanently erect.

Furiously at first, then with exquisite slowness we each caressed and explored the other's body. I felt his ribs, his chest, his arms, his shoulders, the back of his neck. All smooth, all firm, all natural. His hips, slimmer than mine, trembled as I stroked them. His butt tightened as I pressed it. His legs tensed as I rolled over and put him on top.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently.

At that moment I felt more than ready, as if I'd been waiting all my life. So in response I pushed up on his hips and guided him into position. Then I pulled back gently, feeling his cock head touch my outer lips, then part them, then enter inside me. Then I felt myself widen as he pushed in the shaft, and I felt the length of him entering deeper, deeper, deeper. Then I felt him drawing out, pushing in, drawing out, then over and over again. No only my sex, but my entire skin began to tingle as if touched by some magic potion or elixir. We kissed long and deeply, first lips, then tongues as well, but the rhythm in, out, in, out continued relentlessly.

At the perfect moment -- how he knew I couldn't guess -- Adam switched to a circular motion, urging my vagina wider, wetter, ever more wanton. Then he was in me deeper than ever before: so deep that despite his long cock, his hip bone pressed on my mons and indirectly on my clit. Twice, three times, four times I nearly lost it, but the fifth time it was irresistible. It burst through my whole body in waves, from my cunt to my tits, to my shoulders, to my head, to my fingertips, down my legs, through my calves, into my toes. Then again, and again, and again. I felt cum in my slot by then but Adam, permanently hard, continued his rocking and grinding. Again and again I came, each climax greater than the last. I lost all track of place and time; nothing existed and nothing mattered but the rhythm, the pounding, the sensations flowing through my body.

Another wave started to build. This one, however, wasn't stopping. On and on it grew, building force and volume. My entire body was electric but on and on the feeling grew. I tensed; I trembled; I felt ready to explode. Then it hit me, wave after wave, obliterating all my other senses. My entire body pulsed in ecstasy. Unable to control myself, I screamed.

"It's coming! It's coming!" I shouted at the top of my voice. "It can't be. It can't be. But it is! This is it! This is it! Crossing the line! Bang! Oh yeah, baby! Bang! Give it a bang! Lock, load and bang! Oh bang! Oh yeah, oh yeah baby. Bang, bang, bang! Impossible! Oooh, what a finish! Baaaaaang!"

Moments later I was spent. I don't know how often Adam came into me but it must have been three or four times at least. I moved to suck him off one more time but he just held me and hugged. Then we pulled apart and rested, still tracing our fingers across each other's bodies.

We were both messy of course. We spent the last of our drinking water rinsing each other into semi-decency, then headed down the mountain. After a few miles we spotted a waterfall and stopped for a full rinse. I would have killed for a towel or even an old t-shirt, but oh well.

At dusk we reached the main highway and by dark we were back at the real estate office. Adam reclaimed his car and went home to his nice house while I headed back to Marjorie's cramped little apartment. Flo was more than ready to see me but when I offered her seven dollars, which was all I had, she refused it.

Marjorie kept me up most of the night. Painfully, excruciatingly, her body kept shedding body mass and demanding new material every way it could. There were only brief periods of sleep for either of us. You know how that goes. One minute I was drifting into a catnap and the next I was waking on the couch with a bad spring poking my side on a rotten Monday morning.

With Monday being a school day, I really couldn't stay home and watch Marjorie all day. I hated to ask Flo again, especially because she usually worked on Monday. The best course, it seemed, was to get Marjorie some medical attention. Maybe the doctors could ease her pain, or at least keep her under observation.

"What time does Dr. Polk's office on Croche Street open?" I asked my PDA.

"Seven o'clock," it replied. Of course, as soon as it knew I was awake, it started displaying calls that had come in overnight. For some reason, a lot of them were ads for whips, masks, butt plugs, and dildos. Go figure.

Marjorie agreed groggily to see the doctor but insisted on getting dressed. Most of her clothes were already too big but I found a ratty old dress that at least stayed up. To keep the clothes clean along the way, I made her wear an old rain poncho. It was good that I did, too. She puked twice just walking from the apartment to the jeep.

Somehow I got Marjorie buckled into the passenger seat with her head pointed outside the jeep. Then, I told my PDA to start the jeep and show me the quickest way to Croche Street. It took all my will power not to shorten the trip by jumping curbs and parking abutments. Instead, I tried to drive so smoothly that Marjorie wouldn't throw up.

The other drivers didn't help. The trip was less than two miles but at least half a dozen guys waved, honked, or leered along the way. I began to wonder if having a classy new jeep with no top and no doors was worth it.

At Dr. Polk's office we stopped for Marjorie to puke in the bushes, and then I led her in. The same receptionist, Holly Dooley I think, was manning the front counter wearing nothing but her skin. I guess that was usual for her.

"My aunt here needs to see the doctor," I explained.

"Does she have an appointment?"

"No, but this is kinda your problem," I explained. "You gave her an injection on Saturday and she's been in bad shape ever since."

"You should take her to an emergency room," Holly replied. "If she doesn't have an appointment, she can't stay here."

"I have school; I don't have time to take her to the emergency room," I explained. "And anyway, she doesn't have insurance. Send any bills to VAN Enterprises, care of Lucy Lastic, Soroban Accounting, down on Upson Street."

Just then it seemed Marjorie might start puking again so I split and drove a couple of blocks down the road. Then, from a parking lot, I told my PDA to see which girls were up.

"Among your most frequent female contacts, Nadia Blosser, Teah Schurt, and Crystal Cleary are answering calls," the PDA announced. "Would you like me to check less common female contacts, or males?"

"No, send a message to those three," I commanded. Then, I recorded a short message asking if and when they could meet me at Finer Diner. Within a few minutes, all three had replied, all with times around seven twenty. I mean, it's not like they needed time to get dressed. Well, most of them, anyway.

Since it was only seven ten I decided I probably had time for a shower. I needed one, too, having picked up quite a stench from Marjorie. Not that it was her fault -- it was from the injection -- but even so I reeked. So, on my way to the diner, I stopped at the truck stop by the freeway.

"I need a shower," I told the kid working the register.

"Inside or outside?" he asked my left nipple. You get that a lot when you don't wear clothes. Either that or the right.

"Inside," I replied. "It's a little chilly out there this morning."

"Uh, we don't have separate facilities for ladies," he told my tit.

"That's news?" I asked. "Three dollars, right?"

"Uh, yeah, two plus one if you want soap and a towel," he said, now watching my abs. The countertop blocked the rest of his view.

"OK, done," I said, turning toward the showers. Seconds later I was lathering myself under the dreamy hot water. Three truck drivers were showering in the far corner and they all froze the minute they saw me. A moment later one headed in my direction but I gave him The Glare and he backed off.

The kid from the front counter had gotten his clothes off and was just entering the shower room as I left. I toweled off quickly then headed out to the jeep and the diner. I suppose you think I didn't pay. Well, I didn't. I hate to break a streak, you know?

When I got to the diner Crystal was already there, undressing in the parking lot. You know how it is. Her parents had forbidden her to be naked at any time, and she interpreted that as meaning she couldn't be naked within sight of their house. The back of her car was full of discarded clothes.

The two of us walked in together and took a booth. A pair of cops were eating donuts at the counter, and an older couple were having breakfast at one of the tables. A college guy and his girlfriend emerged from the lavatory and sat down to finish their meal. Her blouse was stained.

"Mawnin' Viv," said the fellow at the grill.

"Mornin' Nate," I replied. The two of us had known each other a long time; years and years, it seemed. But those were other places, other times, usually best forgotten. How the two of us kept finding each other, I couldn't imagine. It seemed like more than coincidence.

"Mawnin' Crystal," he continued. "Anyone else comin' this mawnin'?"

"Teah and Nadia," Crystal replied. We were all regulars and didn't need to order. Nate just took care of us.

"You look like shit," Crystal told me with all the innocence of the tall creamy-skinned shapely blond bombshell that she was.

"I was up all night watching Marjorie," I explained. "She was sick. If you see me awake knock me out, OK?"

Teah arrived a few minutes later with perfect hair, perfect makeup, a perfect little smile, and a dirty little sun dress. Nadia, well, she was ready for The Program.

"So, how's it going with you and Adam?" Teah began. That was her style, all right: always asking questions.

"I guess we're an item," I replied. The other three just stared.

"Well, that crazy scheme with the commercials for Bushie's Off-Road seems to have worked out," I began.

"I told you it would," chided Nadia.

"Yeah, well, those schemes of yours always work out for someone. I'm just surprised it was me for once."

"I told you it was," she chided again.

"I'll believe it when I see the money," I replied. "Of course, I do have the jeep, at least for now."

"You got a jeep?" Teah gasped.

"Yeah, a brand-new fancy tricked-out jeep. That's it sitting outside. Except that I gotta drive it around with no top and no sides like that, and I gotta smile, wink, and wave at anybody who notices me. It's supposed to make 'em go to Bushie's and buy a jeep of their own. If that doesn't work, Bushie takes the jeep back."

"Actually, it's a little tougher to lose the jeep than that," Nadia remarked. "We slipped some clauses into the contract. I wouldn't worry about it too much. So what happened Sunday?"

"Adam's mom got me a job as a real estate courier. That means I take papers out, get 'em signed, bring 'em back to the real estate office, make copies, take 'em downtown for filing, that sort of thing. I gotta pass a test and get a license, but then it pays like a fire hose. It includes medical, too."

"You got Adam's mom working for you now?" Nadia asked with some surprise. "How'd you do that?"

Nate brought us our breakfast just then. Crystal had apricot yogurt, a walnut muffin, and pagoda juice. Mine was espresso and cornetti with ricotta cheese and chocolate shavings.

"Beats me. I mean, Adam was there when you told me Kaunadodo's was closing. He must've talked to his mom about it. That explains why she showed up for breakfast Saturday morning. In fact, it probably explains the breakfast."

"You really got your nails into this guy, huh?" Nadia observed.

"Not as bad as he's got me," I replied. "You know, after I got the job we had a scene about him buttin' into my life. You know: the injection, the commercials, the jeep, and then the job."

"Did you break up?" Crystal asked somewhat hopefully.

Nate returned with the usual anisette biscotti, figs, and cappuccino for Nadia. For Teah he brought mixed tropical fruit topped with fresh whipped cream, feta cheese on pita bread, and yerbamaté herb tea.

"No, we promised to trust each other," I admitted.

The other three just stared, eyebrows raised and mouths agape.

"Yeah, we sealed it with a hug."

They stared more.

"Then we took turns driving the jeep over hill and dale and screwing our brains out. The best was the last, because we were on a hill watching a sunset."

"Well, I guess that's that," moaned Crystal.

"What?" I countered. "Nobody mentioned the word exclusive. Not with Adam yesterday, not here today."

"This usually means trouble," remarked Nadia, stealing my line.

"Well, let's find out," I suggested. "There's bound to be a scene this morning with a hundred and sixty students going into The Program. Who wants to go after the big guy?"

"I wouldn't want to break up the partnership," explained Nadia.

"You wanted me to keep Ben busy," Crystal reminded me. "And no matter how much I like Adam, I still want a closer look at Ben."

"I'm supposed to meet Dan," said Teah.

"I feel like shit this morning," I informed everyone. "Marjorie was sick all night and I had to stay up watchin' her. You sure nobody wants Adam? Hunka hunka, you know."

There were no takers.

"How about if I call Serena Sanchez and tell her Adam wants to do it with her?" Nadia suggested.

"Will she believe you?" Crystal asked.

Everyone else just glared at her.

"I'll call Olivia Ortiz too, and tell her Adam is still inbounds," I decided.

"What if Rita Rodriguez finds out?" Teah wondered.

"She can join the party as well," I decided. "I'm tellin' you again: neither Adam nor I mentioned the word exclusive."

"What about The Program itself? Any hints? Any coping strategies?" Teah asked.

"Walkin' around naked, duh, what's tough about that?" I mused. "What I hate are the Reasonable Requests. All these weirdoes, wimps, and freaks think they can order you around and poke at you."

"How do you handle that?" Teah wanted to know.

"I give 'em more than they want, then I make a few Reasonable Requests of my own. Special ones. After a while, word gets around and people leave you alone. Are we ready? It's ten to eight."

We were. To help out Nate we piled our dishes on the counter; it was the least we could do because he never let us pay. Nadia called Serena, I called Olivia, and Crystal called Ben. Teah hiked up her sun dress, peed into a sewer grating, and then headed for Dan's house.

This should be interesting, I decided, if only I could stay awake. I should have asked Nate for a quart of espresso to go.

It was about five after eight when I arrived at the gym. Program signup had already begun but only a few other students were there. Two of them were Erin Shaunessy and Tyrone Robinson, both entirely naked except for Program collars. Erin was kneeling in front of Tyrone and giving him head.

I checked in with Holloway, who was holding a clipboard and standing near a stack of folded boxes. "Do you want a wrist band or a choker collar?" she asked when I approached.

"I'll take the wrist band," I decided, thinking it would be less noticeable.

"How about a Program pamphlet?" Holloway offered.

"I don't think so," I replied. "Been there, done that, lost the t-shirt."

After that I hung around and watched for a couple of minutes. Tyrone spewed all over Erin, then the two of them changed places. A couple of flute players from the band were getting in touch. Some girls from the track team had lined up to do laps. Three or four gymnasts were, uh, tangling. Owen Barnes wandered around aimlessly.

Nadia and Serena Sanchez arrived seconds apart but through separate doors. Owen spotted Serena across the room and started in her direction, but Nadia was up to the job. In seconds she talked Belinda Blalock, an ultra-black majorette, into approaching Owen. Moments later, Belinda and Owen were headed for the southeast corner.

All eyes turned when an obvious extreme makeover entered the room. She was well over six feet tall and every feature seemed calculated to entice. Her skin was smooth and creamy. Her frame was solid and athletic. Her muscles were incredibly well toned. Her eyes were big, blue, and round. Her lips were full; her teeth were white and perfect; her mouth and tongue were extra long. Her hair was an enormous shock of light blonde that ran from her forehead to the small of her back. Her shoulders were solid and square, framing her large firm breasts and taut nipples. Her waist was tiny, her abs tight and muscular, her hips solid and inviting. Buns of steel. Large, hairless, well-formed mons with large outer lips that revealed only a trace of the inner ones. Long powerful thighs, precise knees, long shapely calves. Except for a pair of spike heels and a collection of pierced jewelry , she was naked. In short, she was every guy's wet dream. In that category, apparently, there was no such concept as overdone.

Then, with a shock, I recognized her. It was Dee Muntz, who had missed second semester the previous year. She was always a shy, plain-looking girl, but certainly wasn't any longer. The instant Dee spotted Nadia she hustled over and the two of them began arguing.

Tess Palmer, the drama princess, arrived dressed in seven veils. Willie Fundeman showed up in a toga so large that he tripped over the hem.

That idiot Gary Fischbak was the first to try a Reasonable Request on me.

"I have a Reasonable Request," he began shakily. "Your breasts, uh, they seem unusual. They seem so firm. I'd like to, uh, touch them. You know, to, uh, see what they're like."

"Help yourself," I had to respond. Holloway might have been busy but she had a clear view.

Fischbak was pretty tentative. First he poked my left tit a couple of times with one finger, and then he used the same finger to try lifting it from beneath. I just glared at him.

"Uh, OK, thanks," he finally mumbled, and then he turned to leave.

"Just a minute there, Fischbak," I interrupted him. "Now I have a Reasonable Request for you. Two of 'em, in fact. First, I wanna see the top of your head. No, not that one. Kneel down."

Actually, it was too easy. Fischbak knelt down and I made a show of yanking his hair a little bit. Then I moved closer and acted like I was checking the back of his neck. I guess I must have been a little musty because Fischbak sneezed. That sealed it.

"OK, Fischbak, we're goin' over by the bleachers," I told him. Then I grabbed Fischbak's hair, backed us over to the first row of bleachers, and sat down. He tried to get away once but I had him solid.

"This is Reasonable Request number two, Fischbak," I told him. "I want to feel your tongue. No, not with my fingers. Yeah, with my clitty."

"I don't know where it is," he admitted.

"No problem, I'll drive," I reassured him. Then I leaned back and pushed his face where it needed to be. Fischbak ended up on all fours but his head was in the right place.

"I'm not feelin' anythin', Fischbak," I taunted him. "How about you wiggling your tongue so I know where it is. Yeah, like that, but harder. Now faster. OK, keep that up."

Tess Palmer dropped a veil. Willie Fundeman tripped over his toga and took a fall.

From my new spot on the bleachers I could hear what Dee Muntz and Nadia were saying.

"Because of this I got kicked off the church choir," Dee screamed. Her tits were jiggling furiously, and her voice was deep and raspy. The more she talked, the more apparent her extended jaw became. It stuck out like a long muzzle or a short snout. She had a strange habit of letting her tongue hang over the corner.

Serena Sanchez had been waiting for a look at Fischbak. I told her to lie on her back and slide her head between his legs. Then I told Fischbak he was slowing down and needed to speed it up.

By then there were six people giving head in the southeast corner and watching each other do it. Erin Shaunessy and Katie Sullivan had cum in their hair and were now receiving rather than giving. A small audience had formed to watch the group and masturbate.

"Look, Dee, I don't think a pierced nose, pierced nipples, pierced navel, and pierced pussy would keep you out of a choir these days," Nadia was explaining. "And earrings, why, everyone has earrings."

Tess Palmer had lost two more veils. Willie Fundeman fell on his butt, stood up, and tripped forward.

Fischbak must have been getting tired because he dropped his hips onto Serena's face. Serena must have liked it, though, because she got juicy in no time at all. In fact, she must have smelled good enough to eat because Paul Aquino, the swimmer, buried his face in her. Then, Rita Rodriguez slid under Paul from the side.

"Those tits look fine on your ribcage," Nadia was telling Dee. "And yes, I know that to wear a short hairstyle, you'd have to shave your back every day. But most guys like girls with long hair, and having it attached to your back keeps it from flying away."

That's when Olivia Otiz arrived, still a little wet from swim practice. I figured something must have gone wrong because she was in a huff. I started watching for Adam.

Adam arrived a few moments later, tall, buff, taut, sleek, and erect as usual. Like Olivia, he was still a little wet. The sight of him heated me up far more than anything Gary Fischbak was doing.

Ben arrived in his skirt (OK, his kilt) and created a minor sensation when he took it off. Crystal and Kristin Schaik were all over him. A crowd formed, each pushing for a better look at Ben's dicks.

Teah arrived in her dirty sun dress and found Dan, who was wearing some baggy shorts. Dan deposited his clothes with Holloway, and then Teah made a Reasonable Request of Dan to watch him pee. Reluctantly, Dan headed for the locker room. Teah steered him outside instead.

The line for Program registration was getting longer. Caitlin Vegas and Ethan Bemerri, wet and naked from swim practice, got in the back. Right behind them, Penny Lafeur and Nick Lodeen began removing each other's tennis skirts.

By that time Adam had spotted me under Fischbak. At first he turned away, then he stormed over to the bleachers.

"What do you call this?" he demanded, all in a huff.

"It's a Reasonable Request," I explained.

"How long has this been going on?" he probed.

"Ever since The Program started. Reasonable Requests are part of The Program. You should know that," I chided. "You're slowing down again," I told Fischbak.

"I thought we had an agreement, a promise," Adam complained.

"We do. We hugged on it, remember? But nobody mentioned the word exclusive. Uh, look, I'm kinda busy right now. Your shower buddy Olivia seems to be in a funk. Why don't you talk to her?"

The group in the southeast corner had grown to ten. Erin, Katie, and three guys were kneeling in a circle and facing out. Two guys and three girls formed an outer circle facing in. A crowd continued to form around them.

"With hair growing down my back I can hardly sit in a car any more!" Dee ranted. "It smashes the hairstyle! Sofas and easy chairs are impossible. Am I supposed to carry around a three-legged stool for the rest of my life?"

By that time Adam had found Olivia. Suddenly he took her by the shoulders, then Olivia hugged him. Adam glanced at me, led Olivia within a few feet of me and Fischbak, then hugged her again. Then he whispered something and Olivia nodded. Moments later, Adam was sprawled on the bleachers next to me. Olivia dropped to her knees and enfolded Adam's cock.

Tess Palmer dropped the fourth of her veils. Willie Fundeman once again hit the floor.

I reached over and took Adam's hand. At first he recoiled, then he took it. Then I told Fischbak he was slowing down again.

Penny Lafeur bet a ménage à trois that she could bring off Ethan faster than Caitlin could bring off Nick.

"Look," Nadia explained, "Wider hips make it easier to balance on spike heels."

Penny, Nick, Ethan, and Caitlin shook hands, then Penny and Caitlin dropped to their knees.

Adam came so much that it dribbled down Olivia's chin and onto her breasts. She kept on, though. Adam stared at me as I alternately faked moaning sounds and barked instructions at Gary Fischbak.

The line now consisted of me, Fischbak, Serena Sanchez, Paul Aquino, Rita Rodriguez, Owen Barnes, and a chain of others extending around the corner and into the hall. Adam threw me a dirty look and took back his hand.

The group in the southeast corner was up to eighteen. Erin and Katie had cum all over their breasts and were writhing against each other, smothering one guy's dick from the left and another from the right. A tall guy with waist-length hair was slick with pussy juice. Another guy was working three girls at once; one by mouth and one in each hand. Nora Breeves, the captain of the cheerleading squad, had two guys licking her pussy and two more working her nipples.

Some of the masturbators from the southeast corner moved over to the south free-throw circle. Naismith, the basketball coach, was spreading out towels to save the floor.

Nick and Ethan were both looking around the room, obviously trying not to get aroused. They seemed to be having a tough time of it. Penny and Caitlin, meanwhile, were doing their utmost to bring the guys off.

Nadia asked Dee, "What do you mean, you can't find a boyfriend?"

Tess Palmer was down to two veils. Willie took his fifth fall.

Adam had cum twice more on Olivia. Then, they'd changed positions.

Nadia was talking a mile a minute, leading Dee in the direction of Drew Baca. Drew must have been one of the hairiest guys on the planet. He was over seven feet tall and had a huge erect dick to match.

Ethan seemed to be losing the war. Or rather, Penny seemed to be winning it. Somehow, the spectacle of Ben drenching Crystal with his left dick and Kristin with his right had caught Ethan's attention. Nick was watching Naismith wipe the floor and Caitlin was tiring.

Nadia, Dee, and Drew were standing together with Nadia pressing the other two closer. Drew licked his nose with the longest tongue I'd ever seen.

Sprite and Edwards, the swimming and gymnastics coaches, were screwing on a pile of exercise pads.

Tess Palmer was down to one veil. Willie Fundeman picked himself up slowly, as if his next fall might be his last.

Dee and Drew were fondling each other heavily. Dee was running the fingers of one hand across Drew's dick, and the fingers of her other hand through his butt hair. Drew was stroking Dee's ear with one hand and the base of her mane with the other.

"Way to go," Nadia applauded them.

There were at least two dozen students in the southeast corner now, half standing and facing inward, and the other half kneeling and giving head. At least that many more were watching and masturbating, not counting those at the free-throw circles. Tyrone Robinson, a forward on the basketball team, was chanting, "Here cums another one just like the other one."

The warning bell rang and then I came. Fischbak then erupted, soaking Serena's hair. This made Serena cum, then Paul, and then Rita.

Teah and Dan returned from the athletic field. Teah had wet her dress and was wiping her sticky hands on her hips. Holloway told Tess to rinse her dress in the shower before turning it in. Tess eagerly headed in that direction with Dan in tow.

Adam looked over at me. OK, he glared.

"Look, we're both pretty messy," I observed. "You wanna take a shower together?" But instead, Adam marched off with Olivia in tow. Olivia was confused but followed along.

Tess Palmer dropped her last veil. Willie Fundeman took his last fall, sliding smoothly across the floor and out of his toga. This revealed a giant hollowed-out salami strapped over his dick like a giant dildo. Salami and the seven falls. I should have known.

"Attention, students," came Holloway's voice over the PA speakers. "Remember that the purpose of being in The Program isn't to humiliate anyone. It's to help everyone get comfortable with their bodies and become participating members of modern society. If anyone hasn't registered, please come to the table now."

Dee and Drew came together, each making loud animal-like sounds, but Holloway didn't miss a bleat. "That was the warning bell, people," she reminded everyone. "Get yourselves cleaned up if necessary and then get to class as soon as possible.

Slowly, the students broke apart and created a logjam in front of the showers. The air was heavy with scent.

"I wouldn't go with the tail," Nadia advised Dee. "It seems likely to get in the way, and I think the mane is enough."

"What about my voice?" asked Dee. "I've been thinking of having it shifted into a lower range." Because of her long tongue, she had trouble with the word lower.

I found Adam and Olivia in the showers and tried to patch things up. "Uh, look here, Adam," I began. "Neither of us mentioned the word exclusive on Sunday. I thought it was still OK to have other friends."

"I don't know, Vivian. This was quite a shock," he replied.

Teah and Dan were under the next shower head, with Teah still in her sun dress. With the dress so wet and the shower water falling all around them, Dan was having a terrible time getting it off of her.

"Let me prove there are no hard feelings," I reassured Adam, Then, I took some soap and started scrubbing Adam's back with one hand and Olivia's with the other.

"This didn't go like you said on the phone this morning," Olivia remarked. Oops. Adam left in a huff without properly drying himself.

Olivia and I finished washing each other.

"Did I say something wrong? I hope you're not mad at me," Olivia apologized.

"No, it's all right," I said. "For one thing, we're old friends. For another, we talked about Adam the night before school started. It's OK. I said so again in my message this morning."

"Well, yeah, but Adam... I don't think he sees things the same," said Olivia, giving me a funny look.

Dan had finally removed Teah's wet dress, but not without ripping it. The four of us helped dry each other, during which Olivia told Dan that she liked his PA and wanted to try it sometime. Teah remarked that it was cute when he pissed.

I'd almost forgotten about the labia ring Teah bought during our lake trip. Then I remembered that Nadia had labia rings, too. It made me wonder why Adam had bought me a nose ring instead.

I headed to Honors seminar, wondering how in the world Gym class was going to start with Sprite and Edwards still rolling around on the floor mats. On the way I stopped briefly in the washroom to take a pee and wipe myself with a damp paper towel. A guy pissing into the next toilet made an indecent proposition--oh wait, a Reasonable Request--but I brushed him off. Another girl with muscles asked if I'd like to wrestle a few rounds, but I claimed I was busy. I arrived at class just as the second bell rang.

Monday at School

Period 1 - Honors Seminar

First period was Honors Seminar, which was mostly a bull session for whoever the teachers decided was brainy enough. Depending on our so-called talents, we also got credit for research reports, original poems and stories, paintings, or whatever. It was a pretty eccentric bunch.

The classroom layout was a circular sofa about 25 feet in diameter. I snuggled up with Pietre Agoras as usual. As he often did, Pietre was wearing a tank top and some gauzy lounge pants.

Across the circle Ben Daire took his usual position between two Chinese girls named Petunia Pei and Yulan Yuan. Both girls were well over six feet tall, and I guess that's what Ben saw in them. I mean, they were always fully dressed. That morning, as usual, they were wearing white cotton blouses, plaid skirts, white knee socks, and black buckle shoes.

Both girls were quiet and shy, with a habit of giggling softly to each other. Nevertheless, each took an interest in one of Ben's cocks. First they looked, then they pointed, then touched with a fingertip.

Our teacher was Maharishi, who bristled at the word guru and called herself a mentor instead. That day she wore a loosely-wrapped sari with her hair tied in a bun. She had three jewels embedded in her forehead, many elaborate earrings, and a nose ring.

Maharishi activated the video projector just as Holloway began her daily announcements. Holloway was still in the gym, using the same microphone she'd used to make announcements during Program initiation.

"Good morning, students," she began as usual. "And good morning especially to the one hundred and sixty-three students, seven teachers, and four staff who entered the Naked In School Program this morning. I hope each and every one of you finds this week to be a valuable and rewarding experience, even if it seems a bit uncomfortable at first.

"Most of you know the rules. Any Program participants found concealing themselves in any way will need to complete two additional weeks in The Program. There's no sneaking around in towels or covering yourself with your hands, for example.

"Anyone can make Reasonable Requests of any Program participant, and the participant has to comply. But please, let's not go overboard with this. Reasonable Requests are to satisfy curiosity, and to remind Program participants that they shouldn't be shy about themselves. Naturally, bullying, domination, stalking, and so forth are still off limits. In addition:

Reasonable Requests may not involve students touching faculty or staff.

Reasonable Requests may not involve faculty or staff touching students.

No one will be subject to Reasonable Requests during class time.

"With this large a group, I'm sure some of you will run into problems. I'm talking about stress, anxiety, new feelings that arise, not knowing how to act... that sort of thing. For that reason, we'll be sponsoring a support group every day after school. This week, it'll be in the drama shop. If you're having any sort of problem, or just want to share your experiences, please drop by.

"Finally, will the following students please to come to the principal's office immediately: Nadia Blosser, Crystal Cleary, Adam Jonson, Vivian Vivichelli, Ben Daire, Dan Thatte, and Teah Schurt.

"That's all for this morning. Have an enjoyable and productive day."

Oh shit, I thought. What did they catch the seven of us doing? Holloway sure wasn't pulling us out of class to tell us we were in The Program. We already knew that.

In any event, Maharishi was staring right at me. We locked eyes for a moment, then she glanced at the door. I took the hint and left. I asked Ben if he knew what was up but he didn't. Well, I mean, he was up from Petunia and Yulan but that's not what I meant and he knew it. He was an interesting guy that way, though...

Assistant Principal Sippling was ushering everyone into the principal's office. Holloway didn't have a desk, just a daybed pushed against the far wall, a cabinet with a few drawers, and a swing-away computer monitor nearby. A stack of Program boxes was in the corner,

Cushioned benches were built into the wall on both sides of the room. I sat at the end of one bench, hoping Adam would sit next to me, but instead he took the far end. Dan sat next to Adam, leaving the spot between us for Teah.

Nadia, Ben, and Crystal sat across from us. Crystal started writhing around, winking, and trying to get Adam's attention, but he just stared out the window. I couldn't help but look at Ben, and that Adam noticed. He seemed disgusted or exasperated; I couldn't decide which.

No one seemed to know what was up. Then, after a few minutes, Holloway entered the room and sat Indian-style on her daybed.

"Thank you all for coming," she began. "I'm sure you all heard my announcement this morning about the Naked In School support group. Well, in order to get that started, we decided we needed to organize a student panel. After due consideration, the Naked In School Committee has suggested your group to fill that role."

No one said a word but there was no doubt what we were each thinking: "Why me?"

"We selected your group because you seem to work so well together," Holloway explained.

We all looked around, dubiously wondering who Holloway was talking about. But no one else was in the room.

"And also, because most of you seem so comfortable being naked," she added. Of course, this didn't clarify things a bit, at least for the other six.

"If it helps, this would count as your extracurricular Program activity," Holloway continued. "I know some of you have activities already, such as swim team and pompom, but others don't. All you need to do is sit at the front of the room, listen to whoever comes in, and offer any suggestions you may have. A faculty member will be present in case things get beyond what you can handle. Are you willing to work with me on this?"

Crystal readily agreed, then Nadia, then Teah. Once the girls had agreed, so did Dan, Adam, and Ben.

"I needed to be at work at four o'clock. Is that OK?" I asked Holloway.

"Yes, Vivian, I'm sure we can work around that," she replied. It was kind of spooky that she knew my name.

"Anything else?" Holloway continued. "If not, I'll let you get back to class."

No one had any more comments, so one by one we filed out of her office and into the hall. I didn't know if we were supposed to be amateur shrinks or what.

The period was more than half over by then, making it easy to cut class. Teah led Dan toward a wash room and to my surprise, Ben followed them.

"We all have Communications next," I reminded Adam, Crystal, and Nadia. "Shall we just walk slow and get there when the bell rings?"

"No great loss. I've just got study hall," said Nadia.

"I think we'll go back to gym," Adam decided, then he grabbed Crystal's butt and steered her down the hall. After a few steps, she grabbed his butt as well. I suppose Adam thought he was irritating me and to my chagrin, he was. Lack of sleep does funny things to you sometimes.

"What kind of a number did you pull on Dee Muntz?" I asked Nadia as we ambled down the hall.

"I swear, none of that," Nadia responded. "Last year she kept talking to me about being plain, and OK, I suggested changing her injection, but I never suggested any of that extreme makeover stuff she got. I didn't even know half of that stuff existed."

"You never watch cable, eh?" I probed.

"Not that," Nadia insisted.

"Then why was she so pissed with you?"

"Well, that's gotta be quite a shock, you know? I mean, even though she chose all that stuff herself and signed for it, it's gotta be weird when it actually takes effect and you look in the mirror. I guess she stayed home last week and had tutoring, but this week they picked her for The Program and she had to come in."

"So what, she's freaked about being naked?"

"No, she's been naked since the changes kicked in. I guess she's a little stressed about that, but it's not the main issue. I mean, where's she going to find a blouse that'll go over that mane down her back? And even if she could, what's the point of having an extreme makeover and covering it up?"

"Well, I suppose. But remember your deal with Adam, OK? The one where you promised to stop messing with people?"

"Yeah, I know. But if anything, I was talking Dee out of more features."

"Even so."

"All right. Adam's pissed at you, huh?"

"So it would seem."

"Are we still working that second deal with Bushie's Off-Road?" Nadia asked.

"Yeah, did you get over there yesterday?"

"I did, and I spoke briefly with Bushman, but I didn't want to push him too fast. Otherwise, he might figure out it was our idea rather than his."

"What about Ollie Chang?"

"He doesn't work Sundays."

"Was it hard getting those labia rings?"

"Gosh, it's been a while, but I don't think so. It depends where you go. Teah got that ring up in Oval Point and had sex with Dan the same night. It never got infected, either, despite all those pissing games she plays."

"Got a favorite shop?"

"Needles and Pins is good."

At that point, the bell rang and my PDA signaled a message from Dr. Polk's office. I still had one item of business for Nadia, though, so I told my PDA to hold the call.

"Uh, look, Nadia, Adam and Crystal are probably going to show up together from gym. Would you mind putting a delay on Crystal so Adam gets here alone?"

"OK, but you're gonna owe me one," she replied.

"Done," I agreed, and then Nadia was off.

Holly Dooly said Dr. Polk was pissed, but he agreed Marjorie was in bad shape and he'd sent her to the hospital for observation and treatment. Dr. Polk thought that would take a couple of days, at least. Holly Dooley thought that since the state paid for the injection, and the injection caused the problems, she could get the state to pay for the office call, the ambulance ride, and the hospitalization. Cool.

With Marjorie taken care of I restored an address book from one of my archives, extracted a number I'd once tried to forget, and told the PDA to dial it.

"Thank you for calling Borderline Dirt and Speed," a mechanical voice replied. At least they were still in business. "Unfortunately, we're closed right now, but your call is very important to us. Please leave a message at the sound of burning rubber. Screech!"

"Uh, hi guys, this is Viv. Vivian Vivichelli. I'm trying to get in touch with Reb or Magic. That's, uh, Rebecca Ribelle or Madge Ikemoto. If you know where either of them are, or know anybody who knows, please ask 'em to call me at this number. Thanks. Bye."

Period 2 - Communications

Sure enough, Adam walked into communication class alone. As usual, he took an end seat on one of the rear sofas so I rushed in and took the middle seat next to him. A guy wearing a cotton shirt and slacks sat next to me. Adam seemed annoyed but before I could say anything, mister cotton clothes tapped me on the shoulder.

"Uh, I'd like to feel your breast, please," he told my left nipple.

I threw him The Glare but he didn't notice.

"It's OK, right?" he asked. "As a Reasonable Request?"

"Yeah, OK, have your fun," I said, but then I immediately turned toward Adam.

"Are you still pissed about that scene in the gym this morning?" I asked Adam. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

Adam turned to face me, then watched the cotton guy's hand as it slid across my nipple. I, however, devoted my entire attention to Adam.

"I thought we had an agreement," Adam mumbled.

"We do. Or at least I do," I said. "We're going to trust each other. That was the deal. We didn't promise to stop living, did we?"

"Define trust," said Adam. He was still watching either my tit or the guy's hand; I couldn't figure out which.

"What, this? We're in the flipping Program this week, remember? Anybody who wants to feel me up, I gotta let 'em. You too. If some chick wants to feel you up, you gotta let her. Sure, it stinks, but get pissed at The Program, not me, OK"?

By then the cotton guy had both hands on my tits and I could feel his breath between my shoulder blades.

"I don't think that business this morning was a Reasonable Request," stated Adam.

"It started out that way, but then I decided to teach Fischbak a lesson."

"A lesson in what? Sex ed?"

Suddenly, I felt something wet on my back. The asshole was drooling.

"No, not to mess with me."

"I don't see how that's gonna do it. I was more like a reward than a punishment."

"Naw, he lost all control. I humiliated him. He's not gonna like that."

Adam seemed ready to speak, but then the bell rang and Magnusson started class. I pushed the cotton kid's hand away and he banged his funny bone on the sofa trim. Good for him. The sofa soaked up the drool on my back.

The class was all lecture, mostly about organizing your material and holding the audience's attention. I tried snuggling with Adam a few times, but he tensed up and pushed me away. His dick was sticking up like a gearshift lever, of course, but every time I reached for it Adam stopped me. The cotton pants guy watched all of this and eventually opened his zipper but I paid him no attention.

The moment class ended my PDA signaled a message. I would have preferred to talk with Adam some more but he and Crystal instantly hurried off to their English class. Vaguely, I wondered if Adam was going to mess Sandra as he'd done all last week, or whether being with Crystal would stop him. Or maybe he'd mess Crystal? Who knew?

Nadia headed off to her Math class and I pulled up the incoming message. Sure enough, there was Magic, standing in her overalls. The text said, "Viv! I can't wait to talk! Call me back at this number soonest! Bang!" so back I called and there she was.

"Viv, it's really you, huh? Gosh, this is great! Hang on a minute, will ya?" From the looks of things, she was holding the guts of a rebuilt radial transmission together with her hands. Incredibly, she tipped a couple of pins off the edge of the table, let them fall into the mechanism, waited for a click, set the whole thing down, and watched it hold together. Then she wiped her hands on a shop rag, tipped up her greasy hat the way mechanics have done for a hundred years, and turned to face the camera.

"I thought only a robotic servo unit could assemble those," I remarked.

"Yeah, a lot of people think that," Magic replied. "You know, I should be pissed at you for leaving like you did."

"Well, after the cops nailed Reb, I figured they'd be after me, too. So I just split."

"Yeah, there's some truth to that. We still got your clothes. You want 'em?"

"No, I've sworn off."

"You look it," she replied with the same old rotten sense of humor. I realized suddenly how much I missed her.

"Where's Reb now? Do you know?"

"Oh, she's around. Lost the shop by not being here. The local cops couldn't build a case against her so they sent her to the Federales. Those bastards claimed they caught her hot-wiring a police car, and then they threw her in their crummy jail for a year. She just got out and she's been staying with, uh, various people."

"What happened to Casa Velocidad? Did the bastards get that too?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

"Shit. What about our special item?"

"Safe and sound. I don't think anybody knew what or where it was. It's still got those two little problems, though."

"Boolean Jules?"

"Still in the loony bin. I've got backups of all his stuff but everybody I ask is afraid to look at it. Uh, Viv, you're not thinkin' of puttin' the team back together, are you?"

I paused for effect and then admitted my intentions. "Maybe."

"When? Now?"

"I'm still working on a few details. Listen, I gotta go. Can you see that Reb calls me? Or send me a number so I can call her?"

"I shouldn't, but I will," Magic promised.

"OK, we'll talk again soon."

"Just like old times?"

"For sure, just like old times," I promised, then we both said, "Bang!" and dropped the connection. Just like old times. Do you know how it feels when an old addiction comes back to haunt you?

Period 3 - College English

Third period I had College English, which was OK except that it had individual desks with rows between them. So, even though Pietre Agoras was in the same class, there was no chance to cuddle up. I suppose we could have watched each other masturbate, as Loretta Manlesse and Brenda Geiss usually did, but I'm not really into that.

Atkins was the College English teacher. He was one of the younger teachers on staff, and they'd picked him to be in The Program that week. He seemed to be doing OK with it, but who would've figured an English teacher to have a foot-long with five piercings in it? I wondered what he did on weekends.

Maybe he took long naps. I would have killed for a long nap just then.

Lunch Period

There were no more messages after class so I sent Crystal a quick text message and headed toward the lunchroom. Instead of going in, though, I waited behind a corner for Crystal and Adam to come down the hall. When they did, I fell into step behind them. Adam let Crystal get in line ahead of him and with me behind, he was caught.

"So Adam, have you seen much of Sandra Samuels lately?" I asked. Adam jumped about a foot then turned around to face me. Over his shoulder, Crystal shook her head, no.

"What if I did?" he replied. "Neither of us promised to stop living, right?"

"Exactly," I replied. "I was just asking; that's all. I mean, if we trust each other, we can be open about things, right?"

"Right. What are you going to tell me now? That you did it with someone else during third period?"

"No, as a matter of fact, I didn't. That's the straight truth."

Adam started to mumble something but then the line started moving and he had to turn around. The choices that day were creamed chipped beef on toast, served by an ex-Marine wearing a Semper Fi tattoo and running tights, or road kill stew on rice, served by a spike-haired oriental woman who was in The Program. I took the chipped beef.

Crystal and I kept Adam between us on the way to our usual table. Ben was already there along with a line of people wanting to make Reasonable Requests. He was sitting on edge of the table facing the aisle so the parade could slowly pass and inspect his dicks. From time to time girls would reach out and touch them. The poor guy seemed almost completely spent.

Crystal and I exchanged quick glances then took seats on either side of Adam. She always picked up quickly on that sort of thing.

Teah was still dripping from her gym shower and from the creamed chipped beef she kept spilling on herself. Dan was trying to lick it up but I don't think he liked creamed chipped beef very much. There was no sign of Nadia.

"So did you take your shower with Olivia this morning?" I asked Adam. "You know, before and after swim practice?"

A girl who'd waited in line to see Ben's dicks interrupted us with a Reasonable Request to look at Adam's ever-hard cock. Adam stood up, and then the girl knelt down to look. She also ran her finger up and down it. Then she thanked him and demanded to see Dan's PA.

"No. Like I keep saying, I thought we had an agreement," he told me.

"We do. Among other things, I trust you to take showers. I don't care who with. I told Olivia the same thing."

Another girl who'd finished with Ben demanded to see Adam and then Dan. Then the next, then another. Shaking their heads, Dan and Adam took places on the table next to Ben and opened their legs.

"You talked to Olivia about me?" Adam asked. He seemed a little panicky.

"Well, yeah, I called her this morning. I called her a couple of times last week, too. And just before school started."

"What did you say?"

"I told her I didn't care if the two of you had jollies together as long as I didn't get squeezed out. C'mon, Adam; she didn't want to be exclusive, you didn't want to be exclusive, I didn't want to be exclusive. What are we arguing about?"

"What makes you think I didn't want to be exclusive?" he asked.

"I can think of five good reasons:. Olivia, Crystal, Kristin, Sandra, and Nadia. All in the last week."

One girl started giving Adam a blow job but the next girl poked her and told her to keep the line moving.

"What about you?" Adam asked suspiciously.

"Jerome LeBlanc, Pietre Agoras, Ashley Waters, Ben, Ollie Chang, ..."

"What? How? Uh..." stammered Adam, somehow squinting and bug-eyed at the same time.

"Well, you should remember Jerome LeBlanc. He and I were messing around at this very table during lunch last Tuesday. You were playing twenty questions with Teah and watching Nadia cut the crotch out of Owen Barnes' pants.

"Pietre and I have some classes together: Honors Seminar, College English, and Calculus. Maharishi was showing a movie in Honors Seminar, we were cuddling, and then we both kinda went overboard."

"Is Ashley Waters a..." Adam started to ask.

"No, I try to avoid that," I explained. "His family moved here from England a couple of years ago. I was parking cars at their club and we got to know each other. He called me on Wednesday and asked me to look at his swing. Then, you know, one thing led to another."

"So that bit at Game Gear with the mashie niblick: that was a stunt, wasn't it?"

"It was his tennis swing, Adam."

"But do you play golf? Do you have a handicap? A golf handicap?"

"No. Now as to Ben, I was at Ginger's house Thursday evening when Heather, Jasmine, and Lavender stopped by with Ben in tow. First we played Monopoly, then we all made a pile, and then..."

"Yeah, I get the idea," Adam interrupted. "So you knew about Ben, and his two dicks, and why he started wearing skirts..."

"I asked her not to say anything," Ben explained.

"So what's with Ollie Chang? Do you have a thing for garage mechanics?"

"Ollie and I got into it while you and Nadia were rocking that motor home after lunch on Saturday. You know, during the shoot."

Adam looked like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Which, in a sense, I suppose he had been. "Look, don't worry about it," I said. "You two wanna have some fun every so often, have some fun. That's what I've been telling you all day. We both have lives. We promised to trust each other. That means being honest and telling the truth and no dirty deals. But we never promised to be exclusive."

"But Ollie Chang?

"Uh, look, Adam, I just needed to make an impression on the guy, OK? Sometimes we all do things we wouldn't otherwise do. You just happened to be busy at the time..."

"Just happened?" Adam interjected, his gaze now alternating between Nadia and me.

"Like I said, Adam, I needed to make an impression on the guy. Eventually you'll find out why but I don't want to say any more right now."

"What about being honest and telling the truth and no dirty deals?"

"Trust me."

Oh shit. I'd won but the color went right out of Adam's face. I reached for his shoulder but so did Crystal and, probably without thinking, Adam chose her over me. In no time at all they were hugging and rolling. Adam's hands were on her breast and back, and Crystal's were on his abs and butt. Crystal opened one eye and glanced at me over Adam's shoulders. I responded with a shrug and headed off to History before she got a good look at my eyes. Who wants creamed chipped beef anyway?

Nadia was in the hall making phone calls. The instant she saw me she raised an eyebrow and a finger. An index finger.

"Yeah... Yeah... OK... Look, I'll get back to you... Yeah, I gotta run... Yeah, later..." she explained into her PDA, and then she disconnected and lowered her finger.

"Ollie said Bushie's Off-Road is looking at three dealership contracts," she explained. "Dunemaster, Trans-Cal, and Ultimate Dirt."

"For piss sake, keep 'em away from Trans-Cal," I told Nadia. "Not unless you want a civil war right here in town. Tell 'em to get Dunemaster and Ultimate Dirt bidding against each other. Sandworms Inc. would be OK, too. Make sure they don't sign anything until we have a location, though."

"How's that coming?"

"I should know more tomorrow. Hey, uh, don't tell Adam I ever played golf, OK?"

"Why not? You're good at it, aren't you? I thought a scratch handicap..."

"Just don't tell him, OK?"

"OK."

With a few minutes to kill, I checked my PDA for messages. There was one from Pietre wondering why I'd been called out of Honors Seminar but nothing from Reb or Magic. The rest was all spam.

Adam left the cafeteria a few minutes later with Sandra Samuels in tow. I don't know if he saw me or not, but I saw the two of them go into the washroom together. When they came out a couple of minutes later, Sandra's expensive camisole top was drenched.

Period 4 - History

History class wasn't that great. I took a seat near the door, to see if I could catch Adam, but instead I caught him drenching Erin Shaunessy and Katie Sullivan in the hall. His dick was still dripping when he sat down across the room from me, a few rows behind.

History class itself seemed to take forever. It took most of my energy just to stay awake. When Laitle finally shut up, I bolted straight out and headed for Law.

Period 5 - Law

The Law classroom was set up like a courtroom. The bench served as the teacher's desk, of course, and anyone making a presentation sat in the witness chair, the prosecutor's table, or the defense table. The rest of the class sat in the jury box or the gallery.

Arriving at the last minute, I wound up in the gallery. Julio Sessums was just as late and ended up next to me.

The two of us had been in Algebra Trig together as juniors, and were taking Honors Seminar, Law and Calculus together as seniors. Sometimes we did homework together. I always thought he was kind of hot.

Julio noticed right away that I was in a funk, but I just pushed him away. Then the bell rang and the right honorable Trudy Consuelo, teacher of Law, entered the room.

Consuelo appeared in a black bra and panty set. Then, when she got to her chair, she put on a waist length backless judicial robe that somehow looked fairly normal once she sat down. The rest of Law class was, if anything, even slower than History.

Period 6 - Calculus

When Law class finally ended I dragged myself into the hallway and toward Calculus. My PDA announced a call but it was Crystal rather than Reb or Magic.

"Hi, Viv," she began. "Look, I know this isn't the best news, but you wanted me to keep an eye on Adam in Math class. Well, he and Margaret Brown went at it before class."

"Great," I commended her. "Any more rotten news?"

"Well, they ate each other out, but if it's any consolation, it wasn't 69. He's too tall and she's too short. I only noticed because they did it in the hall."

"Thanks a heap," I told Crystal; then a call from Nadia came in.

"Uh, look, I almost hate to tell you this," she began, "but remember, I promised to let you if anything happened with Adam in Spanish class."

"This usually means trouble," I replied.

"Yeah, well, before class, Adam messed Rita Rodriguez and Serena Sanchez in the hall. If it's any consolation, though, he didn't seem to have much left. It only got on their chins and tits."

"OK, thanks a heap," I told Nadia, then I disconnected, dragged my ass into class, and sat down next to the crowd of people swarming around Ben. No one, apparently, got tired of peeking at, probing, and pinching his two dicks. After five class periods and lunch, though, Ben was obviously tired of the attention. I was just plain tired.

It didn't help one bit that the Calculus teacher was Inga Leibniz. Not only was she tall, blonde, and solid in the classic German way; she was also the model of German punctuality and precision. She certainly didn't tolerate napping in class, and I suppose that was a good thing. Everybody knew she tested from her lectures and not from the book.

Leibniz's outfit was somewhere between goth princess and valkyrie. On top she wore a black bodice mostly covered with metallic trim. Beneath was a mostly-metallic wrap-around warrior skirt. Black knee-high boots tooled in silver and a leather choker completed the outfit. That's right: no conical helmet, no wings, no horns.

The classroom, like most of those in the new wing, was oval. There were two tiers of continuous seating, each horseshoe-shaped. The lower, inside tier had room for eleven students and the upper one had room for fifteen.

In the front of the room were a tall stool and a podium for the teacher. Three large video screens assured that everyone could see the teacher's slides and scribblings.

Pietre tried to cheer me up but I just waved him off. Julio Sessums asked what was wrong and Pietre told him not to worry about it, and that I was just having an off day. Duh.

Monday After School

By the time Calculus ended at three o'clock I was practically sleepwalking. I could have used a sixteen-ounce espresso or three but had to settle for a Coke. I downed the can in seconds then headed to the drama shop for Halloway's whippy-dippy after-school support group.

Adam and Dee Muntz, of all people, were tangled up outside the drama shop door. Dee was on top and had all of Adam's cock in her mouth, which even then was no easy feat. Adam's face was pinned beneath her hips and she was stomping the floor with her spike heels. The hair down her back was flipping from side to side.

The support group itself turned out to be a real zoo, and not just because Dee followed Adam into the room. The room was just a big open space with old scenery and file cabinets in the corners and fancy lighting in the ceiling.

The faculty sponsor turned out to be Nystrom, the school nurse. She told the seven of us to arrange a few dozen folding chairs in a circle, and then to sit together facing the door. Nystrom herself took a barstool along one side. I gave her one thing: she had the right kind of legs for a barstool.

I managed to get a seat next to Adam but for some crazy reason Dee Muntz pulled up a fake tree stump and took a spot on his other side.

About two dozen students showed up for support, or at least to watch the proceedings, or maybe for another look at Ben or Dee. Whatever.

"Welcome, everyone," Nystrom began after a few minutes. "We're all here for mutual support, so feel free to say anything or respond to anything. At the same time, whatever's said in this room stays in this room. No one should have to worry about feeding the rumor mill. If that's why you're here, now is the time to leave."

No one left but a guy with a nice-looking erection did stand up and began the session.

"Uh, hi, my name is Javier Boomhower and I'm Naked In School," he began.

"That really isn't necessary," advised Nurse Nystrom.

"Uh, sorry, but I can't help it," he replied. "Anyway, my name is Javier and I'm Naked In School. And uh, what you said, that's the problem. This is my first day in The Program and I've had this erection all day. I thought I was ready for this but, you know, sticking out like this all day, well, it's embarrassing. What can I do about it?"

"Find some chick with a wet pussy and work it out," I advised. Nystrom threw me a dirty look but I didn't care. It wasn't like I volunteered for the job, or would get a grade for it.

"I think it's good-looking," Crystal observed. "Have any girls approached you?"

"You mean like, flirted or propositioned me? Yeah, they have."

"Well, then, they must like it," Crystal pointed out.

"Is it from an injection or natural?" Adam asked.

"My injection is pretty mild," Javier responded. "It's not from that. I think it's just from being naked around all these naked girls."

"I think you should accept it as natural and take up some of those flirts and propositions," Nadia suggested.

"Uh, OK, I'll try that," he said, and then he sat down. The girl sitting next to him whispered something in his ear, and then they both stuck their hands in each other's laps.

"My name is Erik Shoults and I'm Naked In School," began the next guy. Nystrom shook her head but didn't correct him.

"Hi, Erik," said everyone in unison. Oh brother!

"My problem started this morning," he explained. What a surprise. "In the gym I got all freaky when I had to take my clothes off. Then I had to walk to class and it got worse. The walls seemed to be closing in. Then I had to pee but I couldn't because all these people could have been watching my butt. Then I couldn't pay attention in class because it was so weird sitting there with no clothes on, and with my naked butt sticking to the seat, and with all those other naked kids around me, and with the kids who were wearing clothes probably watching me..."

"You seem OK now," I remarked. Otherwise, I figured, the guy would babble the whole afternoon away.

"Well, that's the thing. After a while, I kept looking at the other naked kids, and they started to seem kind of normal. I mean, you see naked people everywhere these days. Walking through the hall to second period wasn't so bad after that. By lunch time, it didn't bother me at all."

"Do you see that as a problem?" Crystal asked.

"Well no, I kind of like it now. In fact, I really don't feel like getting dressed to go home. That's why I haven't picked up my clothes from the gym yet."

"So?" Nadia asked?

"Well how do I get this past my parents?"

"Have they forbidden you to go naked?" asked Crystal.

"No, it never came up."

"Have they demanded that you wear clothes?" asked Dee as she licked her cheek. That was weird.

"No."

"So call up whoever's home and ask 'em. Do they know you were in The Program today?"

"Well, yeah."

"Do they ever see you naked?" Dan asked.

"No, we always wear clothes at home, even when we go down the hall to take a shower."

"Well then, maybe they're curious how you looked at school today. Did you ever think of that?" Nadia suggested.

"No, I didn't. So, what, you think I should just call home and say, 'Hey, Mom, I've decided I like being naked and I want to stay that way?'"

"Either that or ease into it," suggested Nadia. "Like, first tell 'em you're gonna walk home naked, then tell 'em you're gonna stay naked till dinner, then come to dinner naked, then do your homework or whatever naked, then go to bed naked, and so forth. See how far you get."

"Well, OK, that seems weird but I'll give it a try. There's one other thing, though: Even though I was naked today, I didn't seem to be attracting any more girls than before. Is that usual?"

"The first day of The Program is always a little weird," said Crystal, "but you should probably get rid of that body hair, most of it anyway, and try to stay erect."

"My name is Julianne Dithers and I'm Naked In School," said the next girl.

"Hi, Julianne," said everyone.

"I can't seem to concentrate in class," Julianne complained.

"Is it because you're naked, or because there are naked people around you?" asked Nadia.

"Uh, neither, I think," she replied. "I mean, I was having the same trouble last week."

"Is it because you're horny?" Nadia asked.

"Well, maybe."

"Maybe you should have more sex between classes," Teah suggested.

"OK," said Julianne, then she sat down and began whispering to Erik Shoults.

"My name is Rhonda and I'm Naked In School," began a redheaded junior.

"Hi, Rhonda," the group intoned.

"My problem is my little brother. He's perverted. Whenever I'm home, he watches me and masturbates. That's when I have clothes on. I'm sure this week is going to be even worse."

"You can be in The Program and still wear clothes at home," Nadia pointed out.

"No, my parents want me to get this over with, so I have to be seven by twenty-four," Rhonda explained.

"Could you gross him out by masturbating at him?" suggested Crystal. "I know I'd gross out my brother if I did that."

"No, I think it would just encourage him."

"Have you spoken with your parents about it?"

"Yeah, they're the ones who gave him permission. They think it's natural."

"My advice is to either join the fun or stay away from home," I suggested. "Don't run away; just stay with friends and call your folks once a day."

Julianne Dithers and Erik Shoults were hand-jobbing each other by then, but I don't think Rhonda noticed. Either that or she wasn't impressed.

"Hello, I'm Max Kintz and I'm Naked In School," began the next guy.

"Hello, Max," said everyone.

"Uh, my problem is carried over from last week, too. I can't go to the toilet in these new washrooms with girls all around," he complained.

"So go outside," Teah suggested.

"What if someone else is around?" Quiggle asked.

"Aim away from 'em. Look, if you're still having trouble tomorrow, find me and I'll help you." Teah replied. This earned a very odd look from Dan but Teah quickly called, "Next!"

"Hi, I'm Tamala McWalters and I'm wearing clothes in school," said a tall girl wearing a cotton blouse and wool skirt.

"Hi, Tamala," everyone said.

"With all these naked people running around, I keep wetting my panties," she moaned.

"So ditch the panties," Crystal suggested.

"Then my slip would get wet," Tamala explained.

"So ditch the slip," Crystal suggested.

"Then my skirt would get wet. Also, it itches."

"So ditch the skirt," Crystal suggested.

"I don't want to go around naked, or bottomless," said Tamala.

"So stop looking at the naked guys," I offered.

"No, it's the naked girls that arouse me," the girl explained.

"So stop looking at the naked girls?" Crystal suggested, a little off-balance.

"Maybe you have the same problem as Julianne," Teah suggested. "Maybe you should have more sex between classes."

"Well, I've never actually had sex," Julianne explained. "Boys don't appeal to me, and I don't know which girls to ask."

"I'll help you," volunteered a girl from the back row. She had a crew cut and heavy black eye makeup, and she stroked Julianne's butt as she led her out of the room.

"Hi, my name is Lana Siever and I'm Naked In School," began the next victim.

"Hi, Lana," came the chorus.

"I'm worried because I've been naked all day and no boys have come on to me," she grumbled.

I mean, really, that was about all I could take. Plus it was time for me to head over to Bogswamp Realty and see what my new job was like.

I tried to get Adam's attention for a minute but his eyes were locked on Lana Siever. So instead I just stood up, apologized, and headed for the door.

"Lana, perhaps you'd like to sit next to me," I hear Adam say. Then, when I turned around, I saw him offering the seat I'd just vacated. Great, just great, but I did have to get to work. The last thing I saw was him mouthing something to me. "Trust me," I think.

Hanging around for Halloway's support group had one advantage, anyway; the school parking lot was mostly empty when I left. My penance was having to smile and wave at half a dozen people on the way to Bogswamp's. I managed to avoid a busload of football players, but only by taking a wrong turn.

Despite the wrong turn, I arrived at Bogswamp Realty with a minute to spare. The lobby was fitted out with a variety of loveseats, ottomans, and daybeds that I presumed were for the customers. The lighting gradually changed colors and the Muzak was playing Ravel's Bolero.

The receptionist was sprawled on a big fuzzy daybed loaded with cushions and suspended a couple of feet above the floor. Nearby was a Plexiglas barstool and a velvet-covered bar swing, which I assumed were hers as well. At first she seemed lost in space, fingering herself, but then she noticed me, sat up, and slithered to the floor.

"Hi, I'm Marlene Deleonardo," she greeted me warmly. Actually, it was a bit too warmly, considering she was completely naked and obviously wet.

Marlene wasn't the receptionist I'd met on Sunday. The lobby seemed a lot different, too. Perhaps it just looked different in late afternoon, I thought, or perhaps I hadn't paid much attention on Sunday. Right.

Ravel's Bolero ended and some nondescript jazz began. Marlene took a towel from the stack, wiped her hands and pussy, then asked, "How can I help you? Say, are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired," I explained. "My name is Vivian Vivichelli. I'm here to start work today."

"OK, I'll just need your ID," she stated, so I told my PDA to send it.

"Yup, I see your records. I see you're already in uniform, so to speak, so you just need to fill out a few forms, and then I'll introduce you to Mark Fortman. He's our customer service manager. Just sit anywhere you like and let me know when you're done."

With that, Marlene kind of rolled back onto her daybed.

I tried sitting on the nearest ottoman only to find that it vibrated. So did the second, but the third stayed still. Filling out the forms was mostly cut-and-paste, so after just a few minutes I was back at Marlene's cushion.

"Don't bother sitting up," I offered, "but I'm done."

"That's OK, so am I," Marlene replied, drying herself with another towel. Then she hopped back down and told me to follow her.

First we walked through the lounge where agents worked with the clients. This consisted mostly of large video screens surrounded by small groupings of comfortable furniture. You could tell the clients because they, for the most part, were the ones wearing clothes.

Next came the room where all the agents worked. This was furnished with some desks, some daybeds, some lounge chairs, and a lot of backdrops painted solid blue or green. These, I found out later, were so that when a client called, the agent could appear to be anywhere. Bogswamp's office was in the corner, glassed-in and slightly raised. Adam's mom had an office closer to the client lounge. When she spotted me I waved, then she smiled warmly and waved back. All the agents were, of course, naked.

After that came the back office, where several naked clerks were working. That room had a lot of file cabinets and office machines that tended to block the view but the floor plan was still fairly open.

In the back of the back room were Fortman's office and two others. Fortman had a traditional office desk pushed against the back wall and a fairly normal office chair.

After introducing us, Marlene drifted away and Fortman told me to have a seat. The only option was an ottoman near the door so I took it. Apparently it had seen a bit too much wear to remain out front, but at least it didn't vibrate.

"Hi, Vivian, I'm Mark Fortman," he began. Of course, he was naked, too, and by that time I was getting a little freaky. Even though I personally hadn't worn clothes in over a year, it seemed odd for everyone around me to be naked.

"Glad to have you aboard," Fortman continued. "I want you to take a run with Courtney this afternoon, but she's still out. That's Courtney Bomzer. She's moving onto days now that you're filling in nights and weekends. Did Ozzie explain that?"

"Who?"

"Ozzie Bogswamp. The owner? The guy who hired you?"

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry, Mr. Fortman. I knew him only as Mr. Bogswamp," I explained.

"We always use first names here, Vivian. Just call me Mark," said Fortman.

"OK, Mark," I replied.

"Splendid! Now, for today, I'm going to introduce you to Neil Vankleeck, our senior records clerk. He'll be preparing most of the paperwork you'll need to deliver. Then we'll get you the study materials for your Bonded Courier and Notary Public exams. Ozzie mentioned those, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did."

"Neil will also show you the computer systems we use, as he has time. So work with Neil, ride with Courtney when you can, and in the meantime study for those exams. You seem a little drowsy. Is all this too much?"

"No. I'm sorry Mark, but my aunt was sick all last night and I had to care for her. I'm afraid I didn't get much sleep. I can assure you that this won't keep happening. She was just reacting to her injection, and she'll be in the hospital until she recovers."

"That's great of you to do that," Fortman praised. "There aren't a lot of kids these days who care about their family, let alone their relatives that way. Let's get you introduced to Neil, and then get you on a run with Courtney today. After that, you can go home early. Then let's schedule four to eight here on Tuesday and Wednesday to ride with Courtney, to work with Neil, and to study. If you have any questions, ask me, Neil, or one of the agents. Thursday or Friday you can go downtown and try the exams. If you pass, we'll put you on full schedule next week. Does that sound OK?"

"Yes, Mark, that'll be fine. Thank you," I replied.

After that, Fortman introduced me to Neil Vankleeck. Neil added me to the agency's user database, and then gave me the URL for the study materials. Even better, he showed me the break room, where I could get a cup of coffee. After that, I found a nook in the back room and began reading.

I read most of the study guide in half an hour and then headed to the break room for another cup of coffee. I was just about to leave when Adam's mom came in.

"So, there you are," Adam's mom greeted me warmly.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Jonson," I replied. Cripes, I almost said Yonson!

"Please, call me Cynthia," she urged. "We always use first names here. So how's it going?"

"Oh, fine, Cynthia, thanks. I've just been studying for my Bonded Courier and Notary Public tests, and waiting for Neil to have some time or Courtney to come in."

"It seems you've made quite an impression on Adam," Cynthia remarked.

"Do you mean today or up through yesterday?" I asked.

"Why, what happened today?"

"Well, you know, I started The Program today. We all did: Adam, Ben, Dan, Crystal Nadia, Teah, and me. Well, being naked... I do that anyway."

"All the time?"

"Yeah, over a year now. But the Reasonable Requests drive me up the wall. So last year I figured out that I needed to make an example of the first few people who tried one on me. After that, everybody left me alone."

"That might cost you some friends but I can see where it might work," Cynthia observed.

"Yeah. So this weasely guy Gary Fischbak wanted to feel me up this morning, and I had to let him, but them I made him eat me for about twenty minutes."

"Oh my. Does Adam know about this?"

"Well, yeah, because I did it -- that is, I made Fischbak do it -- right there in the gym where everyone was checking into The Program."

"I suppose Adam got pretty upset, didn't he?"

"Well, yeah, but the promise we made Sunday was to trust each other. We never talked about being exclusive. We never even mentioned the word."

"So I guess the word trust meant something different to each of you. What did Adam do?"

"Well, he and Olivia Ortiz ate each other right next to me in the gym this morning. Olivia is his shower buddy on the swim team, you know, but I guess he sent her away during workouts this morning. He sure made up for it after he saw me and Fischbak, though."

"Was that all?"

"No, we all got called to the principal's office because she wanted us to lead a Naked In School support group after school. But after that, Adam and Crystal wandered off for the rest of the period and I'm sure they found something to do."

"Who's Crystal?"

"Crystal Cleary. She's a friend of mine, and she's on the pompom squad. I tried talking to Adam before and after Communications class, that's second period, but he didn't get it. Instead, he and Crystal rushed off to their English class, and they mighta done something before and after.

"Anyway, I tried talking with Adam again during lunch, and he just messed around with Crystal some more. Then, before History started, he came on Sandra Samuels, Erin Shaunessy and Katie Sullivan. Before Math class, he made it with this Margaret Brown chick. Between Math and Spanish he did Rita Rodriguez and Serena Sanchez. Between Spanish and the support group, he did sixty-nine with a makeover named Dee Muntz."

"A makeover?"

"Yeah, she's got spike heels, a mane down her back, an extra-long mouth and tongue, and I don't know what else. Weird, huh? Then, just before I left the support group for here, this chick named Lana Siever was complaining that nobody came onto her all day, so Adam did."

"He came on her?"

"I dunno, he just told her to sit next to him and then I had to leave. The way things were going, I suppose he did a couple of girls during swim practice. Or during showers, anyway."

Cynthia was amazingly nonplussed. "What about you?" she asked.

"Adam hardly spoke to me, let alone anything else," I admitted.

"No, I mean, did you have sex with anyone else during the day?"

"No, I was too upset."

"Do you think Adam actually liked those other girls more than you?"

"It sure seemed that way today."

"Well, Vivian, I don't think those other girls, even the one with the extreme makeover, really affected what happened today. It's been a long time since Adam has gone on a rampage like this. I think he must care for you a great deal."

"How can that be?"

"He wouldn't react so strongly if he didn't like you. I'm not sure if he was trying to drown his sorrows or to punish you, but either way it proves how strongly he feels. Vivian, are you OK?"

A tear, I suddenly realized, was running down my cheek. "Yeah, I'm just tired," I claimed. "My aunt was sick all last night and I had to take care of her."

"Is that your Aunt Marjorie who I met?"

"Yeah, that's her."

"Vivian, I'm beginning to think there's a wonderful inner strength beneath that tough façade you show people. Your aunt is your guardian; is that correct?"

"Not really. She isn't even my real aunt. I was looking for a place to stay and some friend of Nadia's mother suggested her. She said I could sleep on the couch if I'd promise to pay half the rent. Then her unemployment ran out and I ended up paying all the rent. So now I'm sort of her guardian. I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I'm just so tired. Is there any more coffee?"

"No, no, it's all right," said Cynthia. I began to think she was one of the nicest people I'd met in a long time, maybe ever. Assuming, that is, she was genuine. "Where are your parents?" she asked.

"They broke up and left town when I was six," I admitted.

"And you've been handed around ever since?"

"Yeah, handed around, moved around, kicked around. Lotsa places; some good, some bad; none permanent."

"It's a wonder you've stayed in school."

"Well, I gotta dig myself out of this mess somehow," I explained.

Cynthia looked at me a long time after that, and maybe she was tired too, but she dropped a tear or two herself. I hoped it wasn't because of me. I wanted respect in those days, not pity.

"Vivian, where is your aunt... where is Marjorie now?"

"I got her into the hospital this morning. She gonna be there a few days, at least."

"Oh dear, you did that too? Listen, Vivian. Don't go home to that empty apartment and sleep on the couch. Don't sleep on Marjorie's sick bed. We have a spare bedroom in our house. Come over when you're done here and use it. Will you do that for me?"

"For you?"

"Yes, Vivian, for me."

"What about Adam? He's awfully pissed at me."

"I'll take care of Adam until you're ready," Cynthia reassured me.

Now, if you know me very well, or at least if you knew me up to that point, you might think I was putting on an act, there. But I swear I wasn't. I was just so tired and frustrated that I started babbling whatever was on my mind. And somehow, someway, with all the assholes and cheats and scoundrels in the world, I got Adam's mom instead.

The coffee was too hot but I gulped half a cup anyway, and that helped. Then I dried my eyes (can't explain how that happened) and looked back at Cynthia.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Positive," she replied.

"OK," I decided. Then, after taking a few more breaths, I popped another question. "Does the realty office have access to county maps?"

"What? Uh, probably. What kind?"

"Topographic, geologic, watershed, street and highway, zoning, political..."

"My goodness! It sounds like you're planning a new subdivision or shopping mall!"

"No, it's just a hobby," I reassured her.

"Well, OK, let's log in with your account and make sure you have access. If not, we'll talk to Neil before he leaves."

As it turned out, I didn't have all the necessary access but Cynthia got Neil to fix that up. Then, the two of them showed me how the various mapping systems worked. I'm not sure if it was the extra coffee, or Cynthia, or the maps, but suddenly I felt better.

Courtney Bomzer showed up at five fifteen. Neil introduced us, handed Courtney the last package of the day, and then left for home. Cynthia left at about the same time.

Courtney thought the jeep was slightly amusing, but she accepted the fact that to keep it I had to drive around town and be seen. Courtney was as naked as me or anyone else in the real estate office but her looks were only average. I think she actually enjoyed the honking, the waving, the ogling, and the smiling and waving back. Ugh.

Our destination was Upscale Downs, one of the nicer apartment complexes in town. It wasn't actually that close to the racetrack but I guess the name sold. Anyway, these people Lonnie and Johnnie Delonnie had made an offer on a house, the seller had accepted, and now they needed to sign some papers finalizing the offer and committing earnest money. It all seemed pretty basic; it was straight out of the exam preps I'd been reading.

Finding the apartment was easy enough; finding a parking spot was the tough part. I guess they were putting in some new sewer lines or something because the lot was all dug up. The worst part was Courtney going ballistic whenever I jumped an open trench.

A fourteen-year-old boy in jeans and t-shirt answered the doorbell and locked on target right away. "Mom, two naked girls are here," he shouted between my right tit and Courtney's left.

About a minute later a woman wearing a dress shirt, tie, and suit pants came up behind the kid. "Are you from the real estate office?" she asked.

"Yes, are you Lonnie Delonnie?" Courtney asked in return.

"Yes, this is the place," she confirmed. "Come on in."

"We just have a few papers that you and your husband need to sign," Courtney explained as we entered. The fourteen-year-old was backing away from us step for step.

"Wait by the couch and I'll get you a towel," Delonnie urged. Then she went in back and told her husband, "Honey, the real naked... I mean the real estate... people are here. We need to sign some things."

The fourteen-year-old, meanwhile, had sat down facing us with one hand stuck unabashedly inside his jeans.

Johnnie Delonnie appeared wearing a long pleated skirt and a crisp white shirt buttoned up the back. He seemed a little unsettled when he saw us but said nothing. Lonnie spread a towel on the couch so Courtney and I could sit down. The fourteen-year-old craned his neck and kept pumping. When Lonnie noticed him she shrugged and smiled.

"You need to sign here, each place you see a red tab," Courtney told Lonnie and Johnnie. Then, you need to transfer the earnest money into the escrow account and sign a few more things electronically.

"This is an awful lot of money," remarked Johnnie as he paged though the forms. "Are you sure we can afford this, Lonnie?"

"Do you think we should wait?" Lonnie asked.

"I'm beginning to think so," Johnnie replied.

"I should tell you," I said, tapping a few commands into my PDA," that since Saturday, there have been 350 Web hits on that house, and that five other people have called to see it. That tells you two things: First, the house isn't overpriced. Second, if you don't commit to the house this evening, someone else will buy it tomorrow. Now, I guess you liked the house, huh?"

"Are those numbers real? How do I know you're not making them up?" asked Lonnie.

"Well, you can look at my PDA. I'm signed in to the Web server, see? There are 353 hits now. Any minute, another call could come in."

"Johnnie, sign the contract," Lonnie decided. He nodded and it was done. So was the fourteen-year-old, who had obviously creamed the inside of his jeans. It might have been me getting up and walking around that did it. Of course, I was just showing his dad the PDA display. Now he was sitting there licking his fingers. The kid, that is.

We were just gathering up all the papers when a redheaded naked girl came through the door without knocking. It was Rhonda, who'd been at the support group. "This is probably trouble," I whispered to Courtney.

"You! What are you doing here?" the redhead demanded, looking straight at me.

"Courtney and I brought some real estate papers over to be signed. That's all," I explained.

"Well, this is the little pervert!" she announced, pointing at the fourteen-year-old who by then had reached into his pants for another load.

"Ronnie, you shouldn't talk about Donnie that way," scolded Lonnie. "All teenagers masturbate. I'm sure you masturbate, too."

"Not in the living room, or when we go out to dinner, or where his friends can see. Or like he's doing now!" And sure enough, the kid was back at it.

"But we've given your our permission, Ronnie," said Lonnie. "You could sit down right now and watch Donnie and do it. In fact, I think you should. Perhaps these girls would like to join you."

"No, we really have to be running along," Courtney excused us.

"I want him to be naked too," Ronnie insisted, pointing to Donnie.

"We're not nudists, or naturists, or whatever they call themselves, dear," said Lonnie, "and Donnie's not in The Program this week. Now, there's already a towel there on the couch. Why don't you sit down and try it? Look how easy it is." And with that, Lonnie freed some buttons on her dress shirt, loosened her belt, began massaging her own tits and pussy. Johnnie watched Lonnie for a moment, then slouched into his easy chair, unzipped the side of his skirt, and stuck in his hand.

"Oh hell," said Ronnie, then she flopped onto the towel, keyed up a video of some soccer team circle-jerking, and went to town on herself. Courtney and I slipped out quietly.

"That was some stunt you pulled," Courtney remarked on our way back to the jeep.

"It wasn't a stunt. Those were the real numbers. I thought it was worth thirty seconds to try and save the sale, that's all. Plus, it was Cynthia's commission."

"How do you know that? And are you two friends?"

"It's there in the papers. And maybe we are. She got me the job and, well, we had a nice talk today."

Courtney got all freaky again when I jumped the jeep over the sewer ditches but really, there was no other way out. Then it started raining and Courtney was just as freaky about the raingear Bushman had provided. I suppose goggles and pith helmets were really all we needed but I had to agree that a soft top, at least, would have been nice. Fortunately it was a warm rain, we had no clothes to ruin, and we had a thick envelope to protect the papers.

Back at the office I dropped Courtney near the front door and used my PDA to clock out. Then, with my eyelids drooping again, I headed over to the Jonson house. Half of me screamed that it was the wrong thing to do, but the other half was dragging ass and realizing that those few minutes with Cynthia were the nicest I had all day, maybe ever.

As I drove over to Adam's house the rain didn't let up at all. On the way I passed through some road construction and nearly fishtailed. The tires spat mud on me, too. I parked on the apron adjoining Adam's driveway and tried to rinse myself in the rain but I don't suppose I was very successful. It was hard to tell in the dark. I must have been quite a sight standing there all wet and dirty, my hair plastered down, eyes sagging and probably bloodshot. On top of that, the air was getting chilly and I was starting to tremble. I still wasn't sure about ringing the doorbell but I did it anyway.

"Oh, you poor dear," Cynthia exclaimed after opening the front door. "Come in; come in. What happened to you? How did you get so wet?"

"Bushman didn't put a top on our jeep. He wanted to make sure people could see us," I explained as I entered. They had a foyer, for goodness sake. A foyer!

"Well, who's going to be looking at night in the rain?" Cynthia exclaimed, closing the door. "Wait there just a minute and I'll get you some towels. You poor dear!"

Adam's house was remarkably clean, but it still had that lived-in look. There were a couple of mirrors and paintings in the foyer and a carpeted stairway leading upstairs. A vase of flowers stood on a sideboard that also held a tray of keys, a newspaper, and some mail. Straight ahead were the dining room and kitchen. To the left was a nice living room. Two kids maybe thirteen or fourteen years old were tangled up in each other, naked, and watching television.

"Here, let me help you," insisted Cynthia when she returned. Then she proceeded to dry me from head to foot. It wasn't sexual, though; I think she was just mothering me. It was nice, but depressing, too. I wondered how much of that I'd missed in my life.

"Can I get you anything? What would you like?" Cynthia asked, still holding my dirty towels.

"I really need a shower," I admitted. "Then I just need some sleep."

"OK, well come upstairs then and we'll find your room and make sure the bathroom isn't too messy. Do you have any things? No, I suppose you wouldn't. Don't trip; hold the railing, there. Straight up. Yes, that'll be fine." Cynthia coached, and then we were upstairs.

The room was wonderful. It was painted a light green and had a scrumptious-looking extra-length double bed with a canopy and a frilly white bedspread. The nightstand, dresser, desk, and chair all matched the bed. The windows had double-hung drapes and weren't drafty at all. There were three lamps; one with a Pegasus, one with a cherub, and one with a 19th century couple taking a stroll. They all worked, and they all had pretty shades. The light in the closet even worked. A computer with a nice large screen was on the desk.

"This is very nice," I told Cynthia. "I'm not used to this."

"Well, you've been through a lot these past few days, haven't you?" Cynthia replied. "The bathroom is across the hall. Just let me check it. Effie and Jeffie are always leaving their towels around. There, see? I was afraid of that."

There were, like, two towels on the floor, and Cynthia seemed mortified by them. I was just looking at the room. It was at least twelve feet square with double sinks, a huge mirror, a fancy toilet, a whirlpool bath, a huge walk-in shower, and its own closet for towels and linens. Cynthia threw the dirty towels in a hamper and handed me three more, plus a washcloth.

"If those aren't enough, just take more," Cynthia urged. "You can find soap and shampoo sitting out. Oh, here's a new toothbrush. If you need anything else, just look around. Are you going to be all right, then? Don't slip and hurt yourself."

"I won't," I promised.

"Are you hungry?"

"Ah, no, not really."

"Not even a sandwich? I think we have ham, salami, smoked turkey, roast beef, cheddar, mozzarella, mustard, mayonnaise, ...?"

"Ah, no, I don't think so," I replied sheepishly.

"I'll just leave you alone, then," said Cynthia, and then sure enough she left me alone. On her way out she turned on the fan and closed the door.

You might think that toilets are pretty mundane but theirs was comfortable, heated, and went down on the first flush. For me, that was way better than most. The shower was heavenly; the water was soft, hot, and unending; and the space was large enough that I could hold out my arms and soak. I could even dry myself without banging the wall. Adam takes all this for granted, I thought as I brushed my teeth.

When I returned to the bedroom I discovered a ham, salami, and mozzarella croissant sandwich with mustard and lettuce just the way I like. There were some fresh grapes and orange slices too, all on a nice china plate with a place mat, a cloth napkin, a bottle of chilled mineral water, and a nice clean glass with ice. A towel was spread on the desk chair seat. OK, I ate. Do you blame me?

After that I turned off all the lights except for the one on the nightstand, and then I pulled back the covers. The sheets were clean and smooth; the blanket was soft and warm; the pillows were heavenly. It all seemed like a dream but I crawled in, drew the covers, and turned off the nightstand light anyway.