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Subject: {ASSM} A Safe Home - Chap. 1 (F+/m, bd, Fdom, exhib)
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A Safe Home (Chapter 1)
by Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        It was hard after my father died. I'd always looked up to him. In 
fact, I wanted to be just like him. Guess that's why Mom did what she did. 
Looking back I'm not sure if I should resent her or not. But, life didn't 
turn out so bad, and I know at least my children won't be treated like I 
was: when I have them, that is. I still talk with Mom. I guess sometime 
over the past eight years I'd forgiven her.

        But, I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Brian 
Moore.

        I was left fatherless at fifteen, and by seventeen I was a 
different guy: not by choice mind you, but by pure force and coercion. You 
see my mother kind of lost it when Dad died, and I became the center of her 
world. She was determined to make sure I didn't die like my father; in some 
macho accident. You see my father was a stunt man, one of the coolest jobs 
ever, but things didn't turn out so well for him. A misplaced air cannon 
threw him into a wall, snapping his neck, and killing him instantly. That 
event changed my life forever.

        The insurance he left us was enough to make us quite wealthy, but 
the settlement from the movie company made us rich. We never lived like it 
though. We kept the same house. Drove my Dad's same old brown four by four. 
So, as far as most people were concerned we were a normal middle class 
family, sans father of course. But that was just an illusion.

        I remember coming home, one afternoon, from a baseball game with 
the guys. Mom had been with the insurance and movie people all day. She'd 
just gotten home a bit before me. I came in pretty dirty and battered from 
a rough game. Mom had the oddest look of concern in her eyes. I just stood 
there for a minute; finally I asked her what was wrong. She said I was just 
like my father. That got a smile out of me. Mom just gave me this dirty 
look and walked off. I remember looking at the settlement on the table. I 
had about ten million in trust waiting for me on my twenty-first birthday. 
To say that I had little worries was an under statement - at least that's 
what I thought. I ran off to take a shower as Mom poured me something to 
drink. It was odd, as a gulped down the tea and popped into the shower, I 
had this feeling that things were about to change. That's when I started 
feeling light headed and everything went black. All I had time to do was 
yell for Mom as I slid into the tub unconscious.

        I don't know how long I was out. But, when I woke I was feeling 
really foggy. I wasn't sure exactly where I was. It had to be a hospital or 
something like that. I tried to sit up but couldn't. That's when I realized 
I was tied down. In a second my head was clear, but a dull pounding ache 
took it's place. My heart was racing as I looked around, but everything was 
black. Pulling at my bonds did nothing. I was helpless, tied down, and 
spread eagle. In frustration I started pulling and yanking at my bonds. A 
little buzzer went off, some kind of alert connected to my bonds.

        Suddenly, the door opened, blinding me with a flash of light from 
the hallway. Turning away, it still took me a couple seconds to get my 
sight back. When I looked around there was Mom. All that tension and fear 
that was building up started to wash away. I wasn't alone anymore. Mom 
would save me from whatever was happening. In the dim light I could see I 
was bound to a metal bed with leather cuffs lined with fur. What worried me 
though, was I couldn't really feel them. It was like my whole body was 
numb: From head to foot, nothing. I couldn't help panicking when I noticed 
I was tied down naked. In front of Mom. I couldn't think of anything worse. 
I know I had to be flushing three shades of red, as I laid there in shock. 

        Leaning down Mom kissed me on the forehead. "Hello, Honey." She 
said looking down at me, worry in her eyes. I tried to beg her to help me, 
untie me, or even just tell me what was going on; but everything just came 
out as an unintelligible mumble. I couldn't even talk. I started pulling at 
my bonds again in panic. What was wrong with me? "Calm down, Honey. 
Everything's going to be just fine. It won't be long before the medicine 
wears off. I know you must be a little surprised, and a bit scared. But, 
that'll all go away soon enough.". Smiling she tried to reassure me. The 
over head lights flashed on, blinding me again for a second. Closing the 
door behind her, another woman walked in. She came over to stand beside my 
Mother. She was a tall blond woman with a nice figure; though mostly 
obscured by her long white coat. "This is Dr. Sanderson. She's going to be 
helping you." Nothing was making sense. I kept running over everything in 
my mind. What was going on? What was happening to me?

        Sitting down beside me, the doctor caressed my cheek with the back 
of her hand. Calming me a little. "Don't worry Brian, their's nothing wrong 
with you. The drugs your mother gave you won't hurt you; And, like your 
mother said, they should be wearing off soon. We just wanted you to know 
your Mother's enrolled you into a unique new school. We're here to teach 
you, and help you be a good and obedient little boy for your mother." The 
doctor gave me a little smile.

        "That's right Honey. I'm going to make sure you never end up like 
your father." Kissing my forehead she looked to the doctor. "I'm going to 
have to go soon; they'll only let parents come in and explain a little on 
the fist day. That's why I'm here. For the next five or six months they're 
going to be taking care of you." I couldn't stop crying. I didn't 
understand what was happening. I was always good, I had good grades, I 
never took drugs, I didn't even go to many parties, and never came home 
late once. Why was she doing this to me? "Don't cry, baby. You'll learn to 
love your new school." Touching my cheek she tried to comfort me, but her 
fingers felt so cold. And, I felt so very alone.

        "I know this must be trying for you Brain. But, don't worry, it 
won't take long for you to fit right in here at the academy." Smiling the 
doctor got up to leave. "We're going to leave you alone for a short while, 
so I can get your Mother to sign a few more forms." With that they were 
gone and I truly was alone again. Still knowing nothing of my ordeal.

        A little while later another woman came in. She was younger than 
the doctor, in fact, she couldn't have been much older than myself. Maybe 
twenty at most. Smiling she sat down beside me. I've never been more 
embarrassed or humiliated in my life. There I was buck naked and crying in 
front of this woman. "My names Jeannine." She said. Gently placing her hand 
on my chest. "I'm going to be your first instructor." Her index finger 
drawing little patterns on my chest. Goose bumps rose the length of my 
skin. "I know your Mother didn't get a chance to explain things to you. 
That's why I'm here. You see this is a special school for rich little boys 
and girls. Parents and guardians sometimes decided their children need to 
be taught, a little differently. Some need to be more submissive and are 
brought here as punishment. Others, to be trained as sex slaves. Either 
way, we teach them all the same: to be good little children and slaves. A 
select few, though, are taught the pleasures of dominance." Sliding her 
warm palm and indulgent little fingers up and down my chest, and over my 
belly started to effect me. My dick was stirring beyond my control. I tried 
to think of anything else, did nothing could stop my rising passion. She 
was just so pretty; Her red hair flowing like a mane of fire, caressing her 
back and framing her perfect porcelain features. Her eyes, a sea of 
infinite blue. And, just peaking from her ample cleavage was a bright pink 
bra. "Though you'll be learning the pleasures of submission." Suddenly, she 
was pinching my nipple and pulling on it. Inhaling deeply, I arched my back 
from the intense sensation. My senses were definitely returning, just like 
Mom and doctor Saunderson had said.

        "Why are you doing this to me?" I gasped out in a raspy parched 
voice.

        "You know so many children ask that." Smiling she grasped onto my 
growing erection, turning it to stone. With a simple touch, my body was 
hers. No woman has ever touched me like that. It was a new experience. One 
quickly driving me to the edge. Lightly rubbing my cock between her 
fingers, she had me ready to cum. "But, I haven't met one that liked the 
answer." Pulling her hand away just as I was about to crest, she smiled.  
Closing my eyes and gritting my teeth did nothing to help my frustration. 
My cock was pulsing, and dribbling a small pool of pre-cum onto my stomach. 
"You see we do it because we're getting paid: and paid quite well at that." 
Getting up Jeannine pored a glass of water from a table, I could just 
barely see, behind me. She sat beside me again, pouring a little water into 
my mouth. Even through all the sexual frustration, I couldn't help but 
enjoy the cool water on my dry tongue and throat.

        "Thanks." I said halfheartedly.

        "Oh that's good." Jeannine smiled. "I think your going to do well 
here. You already have some manners. As a prize I'm going to finish you 
off." Letting her long fingernails slowly play down my stomach, my body was 
tense in anticipation. My cock twitching as her soft fingers drew near. 
Slowly, they encased me in their gentle embrace. Her strokes, slow and 
torturous. As I reached the edge again, she took a nipple, pulling and 
twisting it, sending me crashing over. She kept stroking away as I came all 
over my stomach, chest, and neck. Jeannie just giggled, as she drained the 
last few drops from me.

        I came down hard from the high of my orgasm, realizing what just 
happened: I was just brought off by a complete stranger. Needless to say I 
was beyond total humiliation. My body betrayed me. Tears welled in my eyes, 
I wanted to be anywhere but there. The salty drops started running down the 
sides of my face. I just couldn't believe what was happening to me. 
Jeannine just smiled, running a finger through my tears. Sensually she 
extended her tongue, and let a single drop fall onto her tongue. "I just 
love to see a boy cry. I hope you're a crier, I like that in my boys." 
Looking deep into my eyes, her smile turned wicked. "I think I'll leave 
just like that. I'm sure your mother would be so proud, or would she 
realize what a bad little boy you really are."

        "No, please!" My bonds rattled as I pulled at them. "I can't let my 
mom see me like this! Please! I'll do anything, just don't leave me like 
this." My voice trailing after her as she walked to the door.

        "All right. This time. But later your going to have to pay for this 
little favor." Slowly, she massaged my cum into my stomach, chest, and 
legs. Her soft hands were the most erotic thing I'd ever felt before. My 
cock was rock hard, as she finished her little massage. Luckily, you could 
barely tell I'd cum at all. Sliding one of her fingers into her mouth, she 
slowly sucked on it and smiled. "Mmm, you are a sweet little boy." 
Giggling, she left me alone to wait.

        Mom and Doctor Sanderson appeared a few minutes after Jeannine 
left. I couldn't even look at them. My hard on still ragging. It was 
humiliating being that way in front of my mother. No matter what thought 
crossed my mind I couldn't get it to go away. If nothing, trying not to 
think of it only made me harder.

        "Honey, look at me.", taking my chin in her hand, she pulled my 
eyes to hers. "I want you to know I'm doing this for your own good. One day 
you'll thank me for this." Pulling my face free I looked away. My anger and 
hate clear on my face. How could she do this to me?

        "Don't worry Mrs. Moore. It'll take him a little while to acclimate 
to his new environment. When you come back he'll be thank you and begging 
to do what ever you ask. If not, we'll keep him here for another, more 
intense, round of treatment."

        "I'm sorry, Honey, but this is for the best." With that Mom left.

        "That was a mistake little boy." Said Doctor Sanderson, as she sat 
on the bed beside me. "You'll need to learn that cheeky little boys get 
punished." Lightly scratching over my nipples, she caused them to perk up. 
"That's ten demerit we'll add to your days total. You see our little school 
here runs on the demerit system. The more demerits, the more you get 
punished at the end of the day. Not that you won't get punished anyway, but 
it'll be worse the more demerits you have." Using her nails she ran the 
length of my penis from head to base; jolting me like a bolt of lightning. 
"After a while you may even learn to enjoy it here."

        "I'm a prisoner here. How am I suppose to enjoy that?"

        "Don't think of it that way. Just think of it as a new school, with 
a few, distinct, differences." Creeping down my inner thigh, her fingers 
worked at me. "You're a very pretty boy Brian. You might be surprised how 
much you'll like it here. I'll send in Christie to help explain the rules 
to you. And just relax, everything's going to be just fine." With that she 
stood, tickling the end of my penis with her fingers, and walked out.

        It was quite some time, maybe an hour or more before anyone 
returned. A young girl about my age walked in wearing what looked like a 
little schoolgirl's uniform. Though, she was quite stunning in her little 
blue skirt and knee high white socks. Her shiny black shoes clacking away 
at the white tiled floor. A ponytail held her long blond hair in its grip. 
I know that even if I wasn't naked, I would have blushed in her presence. 
She was one of most beautiful girls I'd ever seen.

        "Hello, my name's Christie. I'm here to teach you the rules, and 
get you settled into your new home." She smiled at me, her green eyes 
sparkling as she looked down on me. "First thing you should know is that 
this is a no no." My flaccid cock stirred with new life, at her touch. "A 
boy is suppose to show respect to all the women he meets. A respectful boy 
shows it with this little thing.", wiggling my quickly extending cock. "It 
should be hard in the presence of any woman, when it can be seen. Let me 
just help you with that little problem." Her skillful hands massaged my 
cock until it was ridged. Even my balls were pray to her tender 
ministrations. And through the embarrassment I ached with passion. Using my 
own pre-cum she slicked me up, bringing me closer and closer to bursting. 
Just as I reached a mind numbing haze, ready to explode from depths I'd 
never dreamt of, she stopped. Squeezing the base of my cock, she robbed me 
of my pleasure an instant before I came. The pain was intense. My balls 
throbbed, and my dick wouldn't quit pulsing. They were both just begging to 
cum. Arching my back and closing my eyes, I prayed for just a little more 
stimulation. It was humiliating. I had no control, not even, over my 
reactions. 

        "That's better. But, the second rule you need to remember is don't 
cum without permission." She reached down, untying me. "You'll be tied up 
like this every evening, until the Mistresses think you won't try to 
escape. Not that anyone ever has, but many have tried." As she finished 
releasing me I rubbed at my wrists and ankles. A little sore from all the 
pulling. She directed me to kneel at her feet. "When ever you greet a 
Mistress or an instructor you must present yourself to her." Tapping my 
knees apart she said, "You'll need to spread your legs apart a little more. 
Now lean back on your upright heels and put your hands on the back of your 
head. Good." Her smile told me when I was in the correct position.

        "Do I have to be stay like this?" I said, trying to choke back the 
tears. A sudden shock of pain hit me as she tapped my balls hard with her 
shinny black shoes. Instinctively I reached down to cover my groin, but 
before I could move she grabbed a clump of my hair, pulling me back into 
position.

        "Third rule, never speak unless spoken to. Fourth, never break 
position." She smiled as I placed my hands back behind my head. "That's a 
good boy. Also, remember that every boy is second class here. Even to the 
newest female, you must serve as she asks." Letting my hair go, she slid 
her hand down my arm, then traced it back up as she stepped behind me. She 
leaned down behind me. Her hot breath brushing the nape of my neck. A chill 
ran down my spine and maybe through my very soul. Her hand bent to my every 
contour as she moved down my side to the top of my hip. Her fingers 
tip-toed around to my cock, still at half-mast. I could hear her inhaling 
my scent. Her other hand was carefully searching down my back, finding the 
curve of my ass. Her hand forcefully squeezing and caressing my cheeks; 
like I belonged to her. Encircling my cock in her nimble fingers easily 
aroused me again. "It's a shame that you're already breaking the rules. But 
it's okay, I know it's only your first day, so I'll be nice and only give 
you ten more demerits. Lucky for me, I'm your guide today, so I get to give 
you your punishment tonight." My cock kept pulsing, as her hand drifted 
away and she stood behind me. 

        Taking my right arm, she folded it down to the middle of my back. I 
could feel the cold steel and hear the distinct clicking of the handcuffs 
locking around my wrist. My left was quick to follow, leaving me trapped 
and helpless. She walked back in front, ordering me to stand, which I did 
with difficulty. In a confident grip she took hold of my cock and led me 
from the room, by my own personal leash.

        The hall was well lit and smelt of strong cleansers. It in fact, 
looked like a hospital. Door after door was numbered, with clipboards 
hanging from them. I tried to pull back, but Christie's grip on my cock 
just tightened. People were wandering up and down the halls. More people 
then I wanted to see. Some seemed to be doctors and nurses, others just 
looked like they were wandering through. If my hands hadn't been bound I 
would've at least tried to cover myself. But, all I could do was look away 
and try to avoid eye contact. Every so often though, I'd get this feeling 
someone was watching me, and I just had to look up. Whenever I did I'd 
usually catch some woman checking me out, though they didn't hide it. 
Looking at me with their vicious little smiles, or maybe that's just how it 
seemed. I know that I had to be beet red from head to foot. I couldn't 
believe what they were doing to me.

        "This is the local hospital. It's usually not this busy, but 
school's just stated. They've been processing allot of students - doing 
blood work and all. I think you're probably the last of the students here 
this semester." Looking over her shoulder she smiled. "I know that this 
must be a little embarrassing for you. But, after awhile you'll get use to 
it. Well, maybe." Laughing a little to herself, she slowed our pace. As we 
approached a set of double doors. I could see outside, it was a bright and 
sunny day, and I knew that's exactly where we were heading.

        I've never wanted to hide so much in my life as we walked out those 
doors. If Christie hadn't tightened her grip to a painful level, I would've 
bolted. When I thought there were allot of people inside, it didn't even 
compare to outside. Small groups of people were clumped together here and 
there. They were all over the place: most of them around my age, and 
female. The girls were all wearing their little schoolgirl outfits. 
Luckily, their were also a few groups of guys around, wearing blue slacks 
with white shirts and blue ties. They looked almost business like. And 
there I was - naked.

        Needless to say I got a few looks and quite a few stares. Not that 
they acted like it was anything out of the ordinary. They were just sizing 
me up. From here and there I caught a few cat calls and a few whistles. I 
wanted to just sink into the ground, never to be seen again. My 
understating of humiliation was reaching new levels. But, even though I was 
thoroughly embarrassed, my cock wouldn't stop pulsing in Christie's hand. I 
could hear her snickering, sure she felt the same thing. I wouldn't have be 
able to stand it if I came in front of all these people. Trying, as best I 
could, to think of anything else, was failing miserably. Algebra, baseball, 
anything non-sexual crossed my mind, but they were all overwhelmed by the 
fact that I was being lead naked across a field of people, by my dick. And, 
Christie was no help. In fact, she was trying to make it worse, using a few 
fingers to stimulate the sensitive underside of my penis. She knew just the 
right spot to get the biggest reaction. Luckily, she stopped just before I 
came. Squeezing me back from the edge. She was playing me like a fiddle.

        I was so embarrassed, I felt lightheaded. I think, if we'd stopped, 
I would've just fallen over. I know I tripped over my feet a few times. I'm 
sure that Christie said something here and there, but I couldn't hear a 
word over the pounding of my heart. I think that's why she slowed our pace 
a little. Finally, we reached another building. Pushing me into a chair as 
soon as we entered, Christie looked at me. I guess I was a bit freaked; I 
hadn't even noticed that I was starting to hyperventilate.

        "Calm down, Brian. Everything's going to be just fine." She pushed 
my head down between my legs and told me to take slow breaths. It took me a 
minute or so to feel okay. "Wow, that doesn't happen very often. Are you 
okay?" Giving her a little nod, I couldn't help feeling that nothing would 
ever be okay again. "You must be really shy. I'm sorry its so rough for 
you, but we have to go." Helping me up she lead me, by the arm, to a small 
room, off to the left of the entrance. When we walked in I noticed a young 
woman standing behind a long counter. She smiled as we walked in.

        "Hello, you must be Brian. My names Helen." As she spoke, I 
couldn't help noticing how she eyed me up and down. I started blushing with 
renewed force. "I'm going to put together your wardrobe. I'm sure by now 
your ready for some new clothes."

        "Excuse me for a minute would you Miss Helen." Christie said 
leaving us alone.

        "Come on back here so I can take your measurements." She opened a 
little door built into the counter and lead me back. "My you are a cute 
one." She said as she let her hands rub down my thighs. I still couldn't 
believe what was going on: everyone felt so free with my body. I had to 
wonder what Mom had gotten me into. While thinking over my situation, Helen 
unlocked my hands.

        "Thanks, Helen." I said.

        "That's Miss Helen." She said. Smacking me hard across the ass. "I 
guess Christie hasn't gone over all the rules yet. Don't worry I won't give 
you any demerits for that one, but this." She slowly massaged the glans of 
my penis. The sensation was intense, almost painful, but it still didn't 
take long for her to get me up. Everyone seemed to have more control over 
my body then I did. "That's better, and ten demerits." I had to sigh at 
that. "Now present for me." I knew I had no choice. I was already 
embarrassed and humiliated, but I didn't know it was going to happen so 
often. Gingerly, I knelt at her feet placing my hands behind my head. My 
prick standing at attention, throbbing for her delight. I just wanted to 
cry. Here I was practically an adult being forced to be naked and paraded 
around in front of everyone in the place. It was the hardest thing I'd ever 
had to deal with, if anyone really can. "You should know that every woman 
here is addressed as Miss or Mistress. That should save your cute little 
ass some pain at the end of the day. Now stand up, but keep those hands 
where they are."

        My emotions were in turmoil. I couldn't even understand them all. 
It was like I was in a haze, trying to cope with all these changes and new 
situations. Miss Helen started taking my measurements. Carefully, she 
directed me to spread my legs. Her soft fingers working their way down my 
inner-thigh; tapping at me, every so often, to spread my legs further, as 
she reached my ankle. Holding her tape measure there, her other hand 
painstakingly climbed back up. I could feel just the tips of her fingers 
tickling my scrotum, as she reached the top of my inner-thigh. Her face was 
so close to my cock, I could feel her hot breath on me. I never knew a 
situation like this could be so hot, yet so embarrassing. Even through all 
the embarrassment, I'd never been so horny in my life. It was at a level 
beyond comprehension. I wasn't even sure what was going on inside me.

        "You seem a little tense, Brian.", her index finger rubbing my 
pre-cum around my glans. "You seem to be dripping a bit. I guess this must 
all be new to you." Taking her finger into her mouth, she tasted my most 
intimate juices. Watching her do that, almost sent me over the edge. My 
senses so intense, I was starting to feel drained. She stood, measuring my 
chest, making sure to tweak each nipple, as she read my size. Stepping 
behind me she took one of my arms, measured from shoulder to wrist, then 
replaced it. Taking the other arm she did the same. Her silky black hair 
draping over my shoulder as she measured me. Slowly, she caressed my 
shoulders and chest, letting her hair tickle my back. Her soft breasts 
pressing tightly against me. Miss Helen had to be at least thirty, what was 
she getting out of teasing me? She was a pretty woman. Striking emerald 
eyes, that seemed to catch mine every time I looked at her. Using her 
measuring tape she draped it, like a jump rope, under my cock. Gently she 
pined my cock tightly against my stomach. Wrapping it around me until the 
ends came together. Leaning down to read the tape I could feel her other 
hand cupping the cheeks of my ass. "We want to get the fit just right." She 
giggled. "Luckily for you I think we have something in your size. Their are 
only ten to fifteen boys here altogether, so we have quite a few school 
uniforms left. Unlike the girls their are so many more of them, a few 
hundred I would guess, from all over the world. Anyway, if we were out of 
boy uniforms, I'm sure I could find you a nice skirt. We still have plenty 
left."

        "You're kidding right?" I said turning in shock. She smacked my ass 
and waved her finger at me making little tsking sounds. I resumed position, 
though my ass still stung.

        "You might be surprised what we'll make you do around here." She 
smiled at my worried look. "But, don't worry. You'll have time to get use 
to the school before anything too intense happens. Let me get your clothes 
for you."

        "Don't hurry too fast." Christie said as she walked back in. "I 
kind of like the view." That made me blush deeper: it seemed like every 
time I was starting to forget, someone made my situation quite clear again. 
Luckily, it didn't take too long for Miss Helen to return with some 
clothes. I was allowed to change into my new uniform, though I had to get 
some help with the tie; I'd never worn one before. Even at Dad's funeral 
I'd just worn a clip-on.

        "You're a lucky boy you know that Brian?" Miss Helen said to me.

        "Why's that Miss Helen?"

        "Well, you're the only boy enrolled this semester. All the others 
will be leaving within the week. That makes you very special around here." 
She smiled at me. I must have paled whiter then a sheet. I almost fell over 
at the thought. If Christie hadn't caught my arm I think I might have.

        "I was trying to save that for later. Brian's a little more 
sensitive then most of our new students." Christie shrugged a little in 
sympathy.

        "I'm sorry Brian. Please, sit down a second."  Miss Helen pulled a 
seat up behind me. She looked a bit concerned. My body was moving on auto 
as I sat down, but my mind was somewhere else. I knew they were talking to 
me, but I couldn't hear a word. I was trying to cope with it all. Here I 
was just a toy to over two hundred young women. The only boy caught in 
their den. Then I felt a slap across the face, it brought me back to the 
present. "You need to get a hold of yourself." I felt so overwhelmed I 
couldn't hold back the tears.

        "Why's this happening to me?"

        "Calm down," Miss Helen pulled me to her. "everything's going to 
just fine." She said patting me on the back, as I cried into her shoulder. 
I couldn't help it, I just let it all go. I was never good with girls. I 
was always self-conscious of the way I looked. Some people even called me 
shy, because I wouldn't even take a shower with the other guys; I'd just 
head home. And now, here I was on display for everyone. Trapped into do 
anything, any girl wanted of me. What was I suppose to do? How do you even 
deal with something like that?

        "Christie, why don't you go out with the other students. I'll call 
you when you're needed." A familiar voice said from behind. I felt a hand 
resting on my shoulder. I looked back and there was Jeannine. "I see that 
you are a crier." She said with a sympathetic little smile. Miss Helen 
released me and Jeannine helped me to my feel, though I felt unstable. 
Jeannine put her arm around my shoulders and led me from the room and down 
the hall. I still had tears in my eyes. As she placed me down on a couch, 
in what I could only guess was her office. She went over to a water bottle 
in the corner, and poured some water into one of those conical little cups. 
"Just lie down there for a bit a take a nap. Here drink this." She said 
placing the water in my hand. I drank in down in one swallow. I hadn't 
noticed, but my mouth was all dried out. She placed a little pillow on the 
couch and laid me down. I was so emotionally exhausted that I fell asleep 
almost immediately.

(c)2002 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
Naive

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