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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Melissa's Rite
Universe: Haven
Summary: The Darkness has found a new ally in Melissa, a 15 year old
girl bent on revenge on those that have wronged her. The others must
stop her before she gains more power and takes control of them all.

Part: 22 of 31
Keywords: mf, mF, MF, ff, fF, fsolo, teen, inc, oral, voy, mc, nc,
toys, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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"So will you do it, Richie?" Jason asked.

Richie gave Jason a stony look. His breath steamed forcefully under his
nose, like a bull huffing before charging.

Richie wasn't stupid. He knew Jason had waited to spring this on him
until they were in the school parking lot that Monday morning, when the
eyes of all the Harbingers were on him. He knew Jason was hoping this
would make him less likely to refuse, since Jason usually avoided
meetings out in the open anymore.

The desire to be defiant was automatic. It was in his eyes. But there
was something else as well. It wasn't quite fear. It was more like
disappointment. He wished he had some sort of ability other than this.

"Yeah, whatever," Richie muttered.

Jason sighed. "If you don't want to, Richie, just say so."

Richie fumed. "No, I don't wanna do it, okay? Happy now? But I'll do it
anyway. That's what I'm s'posed to do."

"Richie, is something the matter?" Cassie asked tentatively.

"Yeah. Plenty. Nuthin' anyone can do about it."

Cassie glanced at the others. "If you really don't want to do this ..."

"I said I would do it, 'kay? It'll have to be after I spend the
afternoon with Saggy Seeger, though."

"Sorry if this is going to cramp your style," Jason said loftily.

Richie glared at him. "Oh yeah, I see. You think I don't wanna do it
cuz I'd rather go fuck my teacher, huh?"

Jason said nothing and fixed a cool gaze back at Richie.

Richie poked a finger at Jason's chest. "You wanna know something,
nerd-boy? I didn't touch her all weekend. Nothin'. Didn't even go see
her. So just back off."

"Then why are you being so defensive about it?"

"Oh, stop it, both of you!" Cassie declared, exasperated. "I'm getting
tired of this."

"Jason's the one that thinks he has me all figured out!" Richie
snapped. "Go talk to him!"

"What the hell's with you today?" Melinda piped, frowning. "Last couple
of days you're actually tolerable to be around and now you're back to
being a jerk."

With great effort, Richie bit back a retort. "I had a fuckin' lousy
weekend, 'kay?" he muttered.

"Because you didn't get a chance to boink ..."

"Melinda, /please/ don't," Cassie said.

Melinda shot a glare at her friend but subsided quickly. After a brief
pause she said in a more contrite voice, "Sorry. I'm just worried about
Heather today."

"Join the club," Diane said with a sigh.

"Look you wanna know what the fuck is wrong with me?" Richie exclaimed,
his voice rising in frustration. "I'll tell you. It's this fucking
power or whatever the hell it is. Maybe looking into the past is not
such a great thing. Maybe you don't always like what you see."

The others fell silent. Jason's expression softened, and guilt crept
into his eyes. "Richie, did you see something that ..."

"Aw, fuck it. Never mind Forget I said anything. See ya later."

Richie trudged towards the school entrance.

"Jeez," Ned said in a low voice as he watched Richie leave. "What bee
got in his bonnet?"

"I should have realized that this was going to happen." Cassie said. "I
mean, think about it. He can see into the past. He can see /exactly/
what happened. We think we know what happened in the past, but we can't
always remember all the details. Or something gets lost in the
retelling. Or we conveniently drop details that are unpleasant."

"Huh," Ned said. "Never thought of that. Man, I wonder what he saw."

Jason had an idea. Ever since he had learned about the previous owner
of the house, he wondered if Richie might see something more directly
related to his own history. Or his mother.

/And I acted like a total ass towards him,/ he thought.

He exchanged a glance with Cassie. She had the same idea as well.
Neither would mention it out loud. Richie deserved a bit of privacy
until he learned how to deal with it. The fact that Richie had admitted
as much as he had was nothing short of astonishing.

Jason turned back towards the others. "Diane, you brought the book?"

"Oh, um, yes, it's right here," she said, holding out a plastic
shopping bag.

Cassie stepped forward and claimed it. Diane was reluctant to let it
go, even though she had already copied down some of the incantations
that she wanted to show Heather later.

"I don't think we should bother meeting today," Jason said. "Cassie and
Richie will be done late enough that I won't be able to make it."

"I'll call you and let you know what we found as soon as I can," Cassie
said.

"Thanks. So instead, let's focus on trying to mitigate anything that
Melissa tries to do to Heather today."

Diane stepped closer to Heather, as if to protect her. Heather smiled
faintly at her lover, trying not to look nervous and failing.

"Heather, are you getting anything at all today?" Cassie asked.

"Yes. I can see my precogs more clearly now," Heather replied. "Brad's
going to keep messing with me somehow, and then something will happen
at lunch. Something involving Diane, too."

Cassie gasped. "Melissa's not going to try to take control of both of
you at lunch, is she?"

Heather shook her head. "No, nothing like that. I think she's still
going for the humiliation angle. I don't feel like we're being
threatened beyond that. I'm pretty sure I'd know if we were."

Cassie sighed. "This is really frustrating. We know something will
happen but we can't do anything to stop it."

"I'm tellin' ya, we're gonna hafta go bring this fight home ta Melissa
'ventually," Ned said. "Before she starts doin' more than jus' makin'
the girls blush."

Jason was at a loss as to what to say. It was tempting for him to say
that as long as Melissa was not really trying to take control of them,
it was "okay." But he wasn't the one being subjected to daily
humiliation. He didn't think it was fair for him to determine how much
someone else could endure.

Heather sighed despondently. "I'll just deal with it for now, okay?"
she said, though there was little conviction to her voice.

"Ya shouldn't hafta," Ned insisted, remembering his own embarrassment
at Melissa's hands.

"We'll figure something out," Jason said, a hint of desperation to his
voice. He hated how the situation was developing. He felt like a liar.
He had stated clearly at the start that they would try to protect
people that Melissa targeted. Now Susan's mother had fallen to her, and
she was working over Heather, if indirectly.

What he really resented was the feeling that he was flying blind. He
wished he had more resources, even if it were something to tell him how
the Darkness worked, how its control over others worked, how Aura
detection worked. Having any one of those would be a huge boon. But the
internet was not exactly brimming with information on such things.

Which left him with only one real option: ignore Mara completely and
find some way to strike at Melissa directly.

He turned to Cassie. "I never asked if you're going to be okay with
doing this with Richie. I know how you feel about the Rite."

"I'm the only one that can get him up there, since we have to get there
by car," Cassie said, shivering slightly. "I don't have to look at the
vision with him if I don't want to."

"Okay. Well, let's go. Start of another week, I guess."



"I know your little secret."

Heather tried not to shudder at the sound of Brad's voice. She didn't
want to acknowledge his presence at all.

"Yep, I know it, all right. Want to offer me something to keep it a
secret?"

Heather glared at him. "Yeah, right. Nice try, fuckhead. Like half the
school doesn't already know."

Brad gave her a surprised look. "Huh?"

Heather smirked. "What's the matter? Brain get stuck in neutral again?"

"No one else knows about it unless you went and told them already."

Heather rolled her eyes. "Get over yourself. And tell Melissa to get
over herself as well. Fine, go make me think about it. I'll just go
find Jason later and we can fuck again. Problem solved. Not like he
doesn't like it or ..."

"I don't mean that little pussy dork that your sister has the hots
for."

Heather stared. "What?"

Brad grinned lasciviously. "So what'll it be, babe? Let me get you in
bed for an hour or two ..."

Heather snorted. "Like you know how to last an hour in bed."

Brad frowned but didn't break his stride. " ... or I get to reveal your
little secret to the whole goddamn school."

It was a huge effort for her not to panic. Melissa could not possibly
know about her and Diane! They had told only the other Harbingers, and
they wouldn't spill it to anyone else. Or did Richie get pissed off at
them enough to reveal it? No, he wouldn't do that. Even at his worst,
he never revealed any Harbinger secrets. And Melissa couldn't read
minds.

"I'm gonna give you until lunch time to think about it," Brad said,
startling her out of her reverie. He grinned. "And you're gonna have a
lot to think about."

Heather's heart thumped as the instructor called the class to order.

It couldn't be that. It had to be anything but that. She couldn't take
having the whole school know about it. She had already seen her
popularity take a nosedive since the semester began. After this, it
would crash and burn.

She tried to convince herself it shouldn't matter. She should be above
this sort of thing now. All that popularity was superficial. Jason and
the others were her real friends, the first ones that she had had in a
long time next to Diane.

And how would he even do it? How did that fit with her precog vision?
Stand up and shout it to the cafeteria? She could just deny it. Or even
better, just laugh at him and make him look stupid. That wouldn't take
a lot of effort.

Or would he make Heather tell everyone? But later she could simply
claim it was a big joke, or that she did it on a dare from Brad. She
might be able to pull that off. Her remaining popularity would give her
an edge there.

And what about Diane? What did she ...

Heather abruptly shivered and let out a ragged sigh.

The image that so suddenly popped into her mind was of Diane on her
hands and knees, licking Heather's pussy. In her head, Diane buried her
face into Heather's sex with no hesitation, quivering with as much
excitement as Heather, her own pussy wet and swollen.

Heather swallowed. Slowly, she made the imagery fade. But it left her
with a burning heat in her loins. The moment her concentration slipped,
another erotic thought slid into her mind. Diane was masturbating at
Heather's order but not allowed to cum until Heather instructed her.

/Stop it! stop it!/ she shouted in her head. /I don't want to do those
things to her./

But the truth was that some part of her did, and now she envisioned
Diane lying on her back, Heather perched with a knee on either side of
Diane's head, her pussy smothering Diane's face.

Heather bit her lip to suppress a whimper. Her pussy was hot and damp,
enough for her to feel the urge to masturbate. But her fears kept her
from giving in to the desire, and each time she came close to doing it,
she thought of how much better it would be to wait until Diane could
satisfy her.

This set off another round of erotic imagery, with Diane in all manner
of submissive postures. It was a vicious circle, keeping her horny and
frustrated at the same time.



"Mr. Gardner, I would like to see you for a moment."

Richie's shoulders slumped. Several passing girls eyed him and giggled.
More than one boy shot him an openly jealous look.

Richie glared back at all of them, his hands clenched, as if daring
them to come out and say what he was sure was on their minds. It did
little good. Enough people had heard the rumors that they had strength
in numbers and were no longer intimidated by him. Two girls even
stopped at the door and made exaggerated kissing noises in his
direction before dissolving into giggles as they left.

He trudged to the desk. "Yes, Miss Davis?"

Linda looked crossly at him. "You got yourself detention."

"Yeah, I did. Hurray for me."

"Why did you have to do that?"

Richie shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Can't you answer anything without a smartass comeback?"

"Guess that's why I have detention."

Linda's eyes grew hard. "I thought you had changed when you started
doing the work in my class. Looks like you haven't learned anything.
You think of no one but yourself."

Richie blinked. "Huh?"

Linda opened her mouth as if to give him a loud rebuke. She paused,
glanced at the door, and lowered her voice. There was no less of an
edge to it. "You're going to tell me you can't come over after school,
aren't you? You did this just to avoid seeing me."

Richie was at a loss for words. He realized only now that Linda was
actually angry with him. That was the first time it happened since he
had started having sex with her.

"Dammit, Richie, I was miserable all weekend ... I was ... I was wet
almost all the time ... you never came over."

"I never said I would."

Linda sighed. "I was hoping you were just saying that because of your
friend Jason."

"I don't have to answer to him, 'kay? If I didn't come over it's
because I didn't feel like it."

"And you don't feel like it at all anymore? Is that it?" There was a
hint of panic in Linda's voice underneath the anger.

Richie bit his lip and shuffled his feet. He did feel like it. He still
wanted to fuck her and keep on fucking her. He was getting more pussy
than all the rest of the boys at Haven High combined.

And the rest of the school knew it! Yes, they laughed and teased him
behind his back, but the point was that he was getting some and they
weren't. And the guys were envious as hell.

But now he couldn't get the horrible images out of his head. A marriage
breaking up. His mother and the hypnotherapist. Linda and her former
boyfriend. All caused by the same power that he wielded himself.

The cries in his head of how his actions were not the same thing were
ringing even more hollow now. The image of his mother being practically
raped -- emotionally if not physically -- would not leave his head.
Except now he saw himself doing the same thing to Linda, stripping her
of any dignity that remained just to service him.

"Richie, answer me!" Linda cried.

Richie looked up. "You don't get it, do you?"

Linda looked taken aback and had no reply for him.

"You don't want this. I want it, not you. That's the only reason we're
having this talk. Because I want it."

"Of course you want it," Linda said softly. "You want it, so I want it.
That's how it is. That's ... that's how it's supposed to be ..."

Richie shook his head violently and took a step back. He gritted his
teeth as he imagined himself having sex with her again. He tried to
shove the thought out of his head. It wasn't right. He had to stop. If
he didn't stop now, he never would.

He would become the same monster he saw in his vision. Perhaps that was
an exaggeration, but he was in no state to see the difference. All he
could see was his mother on her back being fucked into submission.

Linda gave him a confused look. "What is it?"

"I gotta get to my next class," Richie said tonelessly. "See ya."

"Richie? Richie, wait, please!"

"What?"

"Are you going to see me again? Ever?"

"I got detention, remember? Two weeks. Won't have the time. Sorry."

Linda gave him a stricken look.

"Look, you survived the weekend without me. You taught the class today.
It's not like you're dying or something, right?"

Linda sighed. "No, I'm not. But I still want you."

Richie was still trying to rationalize it in his head, that this simple
declaration made it okay. He shook his head again. "Fine. You want me.
Talk to me in two weeks when my detention is over."

Linda squirmed.

"After two weeks you won't want me anymore. Trust me on this. I'm a
jerk. I'm a grade-A asshole. I'm a total fucktard. Just ask everyone in
the school. Just ask my friends, too. They'll tell you. Especially
Jason. Or Melinda. They'll tell you. Good for nothing, that's me."

Linda just stared at him, speechless.

Richie frowned, turned, and marched out of the classroom.



Ned's attention drifted as the other Harbingers talked. He tried to
keep himself focused, but it was difficult. It was the same report
anyway. Brad making Heather hot and horny, Heather struggling to resist
her carnal urges until she had a chance to take care of them.

/Yeah, take care of them,/ Ned thought glumly. /Least she can./

To Ned, it was like everyone was getting some except him. Jason did it
with Melinda. Heather did it with Diane and sometimes Jason or Melinda.
Richie did it with his teacher, though he was supposed to stop.

What Richie was doing was supposed to be wrong, yet Ned secretly wanted
to cheer him on.

He avoided looking at Cassie. She was so excited about going with
Richie and the possibility that he would see another vision of the past
that it was all she could talk about. She hardly noticed him at all.

When the Harbingers parted, Ned didn't bother waiting for Cassie. He
simply shuffled to his locker.

"Ned? Ned, wait."

Ned turned and tried to offer Cassie a weak smile. "Yeah, babe?"

Cassie tilted her head. "Is something the matter?"

"Huh? Uh, nah, I'm fine. Why'd ya ask?"

"You've been really quiet this morning. And ... well ... you didn't
even try to kiss me before I went home yesterday."

"Oh. Uh, well ... guess I figgered ya didn't want yer Mom knowin' yer
associatin' with the riff-raff, ya know?"

Cassie gave him a dubious look, though there was a hint of amusement to
it. "That never stopped you before."

Ned smiled weakly. He had been rather open about his affection for her
since the aborted attempt at sex. He would kiss her whenever he parted
from her, sometimes lingering a bit more. He would hug her, sometimes
letting his hands wander a bit close to her rear. He gave all sorts of
subtle clues that he was still interested.

What was lacking was her interest in return, and it was bothering him.

Cassie looked concerned. "Melissa hasn't done anything to you again,
has she?"

Ned shook his head. "Nah, I've laid low around her. Look, um, it's
nuthin'. Jus' my own hang-ups."

Cassie considered this for a moment. Her face fell. "This is about the
sex, isn't it?"

Ned stared. "Whoa. Okay, now, come on, tell me the secret. Women can
read men's minds, right?"

Cassie's lips curled into a brief ghost of a smile. "Ned, I'm sorry.
With everything that's been going on ..."

Ned nodded and sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, though he was
unable to hide the disappointment from his voice.

"I really wish I could be as ... as open about this as the others,"
Cassie said softly. "Maybe if I had been with them in the House, and it
had changed me like it did them ..."

She trailed off, an awkward silence settling over them.

Ned cleared his throat. "Um ... well ... ya know ... there's always
that book ..."

Cassie gave him an alarmed look.

"Never mind. Sorry. I didn't mean ..."

"No, it's okay. Darn it. I wish I hadn't read anything of that Rite.
Maybe I wouldn't be so skittish about that book."

"Well, I don't wanna jus' make ya all hot and bothered. I want ya to
want it, too. I mean on yer own."

"I do! I'm just really nervous about it. I wish there were something
simple that would get me over this. I know everyone else does it
without giving it much thought, but ..."

Cassie suddenly paused. She stared straight ahead, her lips parted.

"Er ... Cassie?"

"That's why I'm having trouble with this!" Cassie declared. She looked
at Ned. "I just figured it out. All the sex that's been going on.
Sometimes I feel like people are losing themselves to it, like it's not
making them think straight. I'm afraid that will happen to me. It
almost did when Nyssa had me."

Ned slapped his forehead. "And here I am tryin' ta make ya agree to
puttin' a hex on ya. Gah, I'm such a moron."

"No no, please don't think that." She smiled. "You just want me to be
able to enjoy it."

"Yeah, but I've got other motivations, too."

"Well, of course you do, silly." She paused and lowered her voice, her
cheeks pink. "If you remember, I was the one s-spreading my legs for
you on the sofa. You didn't force me. I was willing. I still am."

Ned nodded. "I'm tryin' ta be patient. I really am."

Cassie considered. "Ned, how about this? I promise that after Richie
and I are done today, I'll take a look at the book. I'll see if there's
something simple in there that we can use to make me less nervous. Or
.... o-or something to make it difficult for me to say 'no' but won't
mess with me in any other way."

"Well ... only if ya want to, babe."

"I do. I might not find anything, though. Please understand if I have
to refuse after all."

Ned nodded quickly. "No prob, babe. Ya might have trouble findin' one
that does the trick and prevents the nine-month fandango ... er ...
what?"

Cassie was blushing furiously. "Um ... well ... no need for that ...
I'm on the pill. Have been for two years."

Ned's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Cassie nodded. "My mother's idea. She didn't want to risk me getting
pregnant if some ... commoner took advantage of me."

Ned sensed the faint icy sting in her voice. It was clear Cassie's
mother was more concerned about tainting the family bloodline than any
consideration for her daughter.

Cassie smiled again and kissed Ned softly on the lips. "Call me
tonight?"

Ned nodded mutely, grinning like a little kid.

Cassie giggled, waved, and headed away.



After her last class before lunch, Heather hustled Diane away from the
others and into the cafeteria, beating most of the rush. Diane went
along despite wanting to talk to the other Harbingers a little longer
and turned to Heather once they got inside.

"Heather, is something wrong?"

"Yes, plenty is wrong," she said, a lingering huskiness to her voice.
Brad was no longer in her head, but the constant march of eroticism
involving Diane was enough to keep her damp on her own now that they
were standing so close to each other.

"Oh no ... a-all right, do you need to get some ..."

Heather was already shepherding her towards one of the tables in a
corner, far from the serving line. "I don't want to be overheard," she
said in a low voice. "We can get some lunch afterward."

Diane nodded as she sat down. "What is it?"

Heather sighed. "Melissa knows about us. She knows we're ... we're
lovers."

Diane's eyes widened. Her heart raced. For a moment, she forgot about
Melissa entirely. All she heard was the word "lovers." It was a sign
that Heather had accepted what had become of their relationship.

But her excitement was tempered with some doubt. Was this only because
of Heather's reduced inhibitions? If Heather returned to normal, would
she drift away from Diane again?

The other shoe finally dropped in her head and she gasped. "Oh no!
Heather, h-how did she find out??"

"I don't know! None of us would tell her!"

Diane slumped in her seat. She draped a hand over her eyes. "What can
she do with this, Heather? How do you think she's going to use it
against us?"

"Brad already threatened to reveal it to the whole school," Heather
said miserably.

Diane paused and looked at Heather. "Was there anything else?"

"Anything else? Shit, Diane, that's enough!"

"But ... surely she's going to do something else with it?"

"Brad wants me to have sex with him, in exchange for not telling
anyone. That fucking bastard."

"No, I don't mean that. I meant was there anything else she could do to
...."

"Diane, you're missing the point! It doesn't matter what ..."

"Aw, don't tell me you two having a lovers' spat already?"

Heather gasped and flinched. Diane looked up and stared, her eyes wide.

Brad grinned at the two of them. "C'mon, you two are supposed to be the
lezzie lovebirds now, right?"

"We are /not/ ... I-I mean ... " Heather stammered.

Diane gazed at Heather, utterly confused.

Brad smirked. "Still got one more chance, babe. Let me fuck you good,
show you what a real guy can do for you, and you're off the hook."

Heather shot him a furious look and bolted to her feet, her chair
clattering to the floor. Heads turned in their direction. Startled,
Diane rose to her feet as well. "No fucking way I'm going to let you
lay a hand on me," Heather snarled. "You back off right now. I get the
least little thought in my head about screwing you and I shout rape."

Diane swallowed and stepped back.

Brad shook his head sadly, though a grin remained plastered on his
face. Heather's eyes burned as they stared at Brad, though a faint
shimmering of fear appeared in them as they watched swirls of inky
black slither around his body.

"Well, babe, guess we gotta spill the beans about you two."

"Yeah, fine, you try that. Everyone knows you're a fucking jerk. No one
will believe you over me."

Diane stared. She was confused. She was trying to understand Heather's
reaction and failing.

"So go ahead. You tell everyone. I'd like to see that. I'd like to ...
to see ... what ...??"

Brad's smile widened. "Oh, I'm not gonna tell them. I won't have to."

Heather staggered back. She closed her eyes tightly, but it made the
imagery in her head just that much more powerful. Her body shivered.
Her pussy steamed. Her breath was a ragged pant.

Diane rushed forward. "Heather? Heather, what's he doing to you? What
.... /mmmph?!/"

Diane's words were cut off by Heather's kiss.

It was not a simple, affectionate kiss like Cassie had given Ned. It
was a passionate kiss, a lustful kiss, a full-mouth kiss of heavy
desire and need. Diane struggled, but only for a moment. Her knees went
weak, and she moaned deeply into Heather's mouth. Heather's lips parted
and she followed, their tongues dancing against each other.

She held the kiss even through the loud catcalls and whistles from the
other students, even through the comments that ranged from the derisive
to the truly perverted. Diane almost forgot she was standing in the
cafeteria. Her body quivered with growing desire, her folds soon wet
and hot. She even pressed her body against Heather's.

Heather finally recovered her senses, her resistance rising along with
the pink in her cheeks. With great effort she raised her shaking hands
and pushed herself away from Diane.

Diane stumbled, panting, grasping at the back of a chair to stop from
falling. Heather just stared, her eyes wide with horror. Her head
snapped around when the sounds of the other students finally
registered. The pink deepened to scarlet.

And a long-buried memory came to her.

She was ten again, standing in the cafeteria of her elementary school.
One of the bullies had just upended her tray and spilled soup all over
the sweater that her mother had gotten her for Christmas just a month
before. Everyone was laughing at her.

Tears blurred her eyes and ran down her face. She turned away and fled
the cafeteria, sobbing.



"Laura, I am approaching my wits' end with the students of this
school."

Laura Bendon leaned back in her seat and steepled her fingers. "Oh? In
what way, Seymore?"

Mr. Seeger cast a dour look at the Principal. "Not moments ago, I
witnessed something most reprehensible in the cafeteria."

Laura raised an eyebrow. "Not another fight, I hope?"

Seeger frowned, deep creases appearing in his thick face. "/If only./
Two students were engaging in a most ardent display of affection in
full view of all the students."

"And why are you bringing this to me? You are in charge of detentions."

"Do not remind me, please. Both these students were female."

Laura paused a moment. "And?"

Seeger fumed. He paced back and forth before Laura's desk, his jowls
quivering as he spoke, "Lord knows I try to keep up with the times,
Laura. I try to be progressive. I try to respect the students', ah,
/differences/. But this ... I don't think I can handle this ..."

"Be careful when you say things like that, Seymore," Laura said with a
hint of a smile. "One might think you intolerant."

Seeger stopped and glared. "Absolutely not! I would object just as
strongly if it were a boy and a girl. I simply do not feel competent to
deal with the matter as it stands."

"And this is why you are bringing it to me?"

"Well, yes. You are a woman, after all ..."

"Nice of you to note that."

Seeger flushed. "/Anyway/ ... I thought this situation requires your
intervention. You know better what goes on in another girl's mind. That
is, another woman's mind. I mean ... you know what I mean!"

Laura could not help but smile. She enjoyed seeing Seeger squirm.

"One of the girls appeared rather upset," said Seeger. "I thought it
best you talk to her."

"Upset? Who was it?"

"Heather Sovert."

Laura tilted her head. "Was the other girl involved Diane Woodrow by
any chance?"

Seeger's bushy eyebrows snapped up. "Why, yes, it was. So you are aware
of the situation ..."

Laura nodded. "I will handle it, Seymore. Don't concern yourself with
it anymore."

Seeger looked visibly relieved. "Thank you, Laura, I appreciate this."
He sighed deeply. "Please understand, in only another year I am up for
retirement ..."

"I understand. Considering where this school is going, perhaps that is
for the best. Perhaps I can help you put in for an early retirement if
you wish."

Seeger looked elated. "Would you? I would be forever in your debt!"

Laura stood up and came around the end of the desk. "I'll see what I
can do. You've done your best with what you had."

Seeger's expression darkened. "I'll be candid with you, Laura, and this
is no reflection on you. I do not like where this school is headed.
This ... this thing with Miss Sovert and Miss Woodrow is only the
latest. There has been a severe breakdown of morals among the students.
They think I don't know, but I do. Oh, yes, I do."

Laura smiled mildly. "I'm sure you do."

Seeger shook a meaty finger. "Mark my words, Laura. We live in a far
too permissive society! Haven never used to be this bad. I blame the
internet. If it were me, I'd yank the plug on it! Take Haven off the
grid! Disconnect the tubes!" He paused when he realized he was huffing
for breath. He took a moment to calm himself and straighten his tie.
"Anyway, I will leave this disciplinary matter in your hands. Good
day."

Laura watched him go. Once he was away, she stepped into the reception
area. "Marcie."

Marcie Fuller turned in her seat, looking dreamily at Laura. "Yes, Ms.
Bendon?"

"Inform Melissa Hendell that she is to see me after her last class."

Marcie squirmed as her pussy throbbed softly in anticipation of obeying
her mistress. "Mmm, right away, Ms. Bendon ..."



Diane paused near a hallway junction, the lockers rattling briefly as
she fell against them. She folded her arms tightly across her chest,
sniffling once. She cast a glistening gaze down the hall, as if
expecting someone to come after her.

A teacher? No, they never came out when one was really needed. One
would have shown up only if it had been planned for them to get
detention or worse for their behavior.

Or maybe Brad? Or Melissa? She was horribly exposed, and Heather was
nowhere to be found. They were sitting ducks to be taken if that's what
Melissa had intended.

She sighed, her breath catching as another sob threatened to rise from
her throat. She unfolded her arms long enough to wipe at her eyes. No,
it was just what Ned had told them. Melissa was out to embarrass them.

And she had partially succeeded. Heather had looked positively
mortified. Diane felt embarrassed herself, but nowhere near as Heather.
She was more upset for Heather than herself.

Diane wanted to kick herself for not going after Heather right away.
But Brad had gloated over what he had done, and Diane could not help
but share a few choice expletives with him.

Diane turned her head suddenly. She thought she had heard something.

She stepped away from the lockers and took a few steps down the hall
towards the west wing. She heard it again. It was someone sobbing.

She quickly followed it to an unoccupied lab at the end of the hall in
the science section. She peered inside, clutching at the door frame.
She paused in uncertainty before finally calling out softly.

"Heather?"

Heather sat slumped over one of the desks, her head on her arms, her
face buried from view by her red hair. She was crying, her body
trembling. Diane's heart lurched at the sound.

Diane glanced down the hall and stepped inside, closing the door softly
behind her. She reached down to touch her lover's shoulder.

"G-get away from me," Heather quavered.

Diane's hand hovered for a moment before falling away.

"You don't w-want to see me ... y-you hate me ..."

Diane stared, horror-struck. "What??"

Heather lifted her head. Diane uttered a soft gasp. Heather's cheeks
shone with tears. Her eyes were bleary, and ragged strings of wayward
hair fell before them. Her lower lip trembled. "/You hate me!/ You
/should/ hate me for what I just did!"

Diane was totally nonplussed. For a frightening moment she was sure she
had heard "I hate you." But this made even less sense. "I-I don't
understand. Why would I hate you?"

Heather wiped at her eyes, even though tears continued to leak from
them and trickle down her cheeks. "What I just did to you! Why are you
even standing there?!"

"Heather, I know Brad made you do that! I know he made you kiss me!
It's not your ..."

"/I ran out on you!/" Heather screamed. "I was embarrassed to be seen
kissing you!"

Diane was too thunderstruck to reply.

Heather buried her face in her arms again, though her body was no
longer wracked with sobs. Tears dripped silently to the top of the
desk, and she occasionally sniffled. "Melinda thinks I'm shallow. Maybe
she's right."

Diane crouched next to Heather's chair and draped an arm over her
shoulders. "Heather, please, don't do this. Why do you say that?"

Heather lifted her head again and forced herself to take several deep
breaths. She wiped at her face and eyes again. "I still care about my
popularity, Diane. My fucking popularity. It doesn't mean shit anymore
at this school and I still care about it."

"But ... " Diane said helplessly.

"Diane, you don't understand. I-I used to be a total wallflower before
I hit puberty. No one liked me. No one at all. I don't want to go back
to that."

Diane's eyes widened in astonishment. Heather? A wallflower? The idea
seemed preposterous to her. Ever since she had known Heather, she was
always the apple of everyone's eye. If anyone disliked her, it was out
of jealousy.

"Back in the caf, a-all I could think of was how everyone would think I
was some sort of lezzie freak!"

"You don't really believe that, do you?" Diane asked in a small voice.

Heather sighed. "I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, no, I don't
think lesbians are freaks. But almost everyone else thinks so."

"But you're not lesbian. I mean, you're still into guys."

Heather snorted. "Well, not like any of them will touch me now." Her
eyes glistened again. "See?! I did it again! I just care about what
other people think! Come on, Diane, you can't tell me that you weren't
upset when I ran out on you like that. I ran like I didn't want
anything to do with you!"

Diane paused a long moment. "Well ... I guess I was upset. A little. I
was more mad at Brad. But I think I understand."

Heather stared at her lover for a long moment, then wiped at her eyes
again and stood. "Yeah, right ..."

Diane stood with her. "I /do/ understand! Look at it from my
perspective, okay? I'm the one that really is a lesbian. If anyone is
going to take more flak for this, it's me. I was never popular to begin
with."

"Oh, come on ..."

"No, it's true. People only bothered with me because I was your friend.
Funny you should be the one talking about being a wallflower. Only
reason I'm not is because of you."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better? You're saying I just
screwed up your life!"

"No, I didn't! I mean, you didn't screw anything up! Stop it! If anyone
screwed up anything, it was Melissa, not you."

Now Diane was close to crying. She hated seeing Heather beat herself up
like this. Where Heather was always the strong one, seeing her like
this was devastating.

Heather sighed, and she buried her face in her hands. "God ... what we
did to Melissa is not so funny anymore ..."

Diane tried to ignore it. She was already feeling enough guilt for
that. She didn't want to dwell on that now, as it would only make
things worse. "If you want to end this, Heather, then tell me now that
you don't care about me," Diane demanded, her voice shaky.

Heather lifted her head. She looked at Diane with alarm. "What?!"

"Y-you heard me. Just tell me now so I'll get out of your life. That
will solve the problem, won't it?"

Heather was already shaking her head. "No, Diane, please ... I /do/
care about you. Even before all this started I cared. I cared about you
before the House. Maybe before the summer started."

Diane stared. Her heart soared. She could scarcely believe what she was
hearing. "Are you sure about this? Please tell me you're sure!"

"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't sure!"

Diane smiled. "Then how can you tell me you're shallow?"

Heather was dumbfounded. "Huh?"

"You said you thought you were shallow. You can't be if you really
cared about me all along."

Heather had barely realized that she had said it. All along she had
claimed not to know what her feelings were about Diane. It had taken
this moment of vulnerability for it to come out. That, and a helpful
reduction in her own inhibitions.

Diane stepped closer to her. "Does this mean you finally figured it
out?"

Heather let out a long, windy sigh. "Diane, I am so sorry. I don't know
what to say."

"Just tell me you at least enjoyed that kiss you gave me."

Heather slowly smiled. "I did. You weren't exactly eager to stop it."

Diane shook her head. "I wasn't. It was lovely. And ... exciting."

Heather drew close. Diane let out a sigh of anticipation, her heart
thumping. "Diane, I want you to tell me something honestly."

Diane nodded, looking into Heather's eyes. They were still lovely
despite having cried so hard.

"I'm still interested in guys. I still want to have sex with guys. You
need to tell me now if that's a problem."

"No, I'm fine with it. I know you're bi. We're not ... we're not
committed like that. Now you need to tell me something."

Heather slipped an arm around Diane's waist. She felt Diane tremble at
her touch. "Yes?"

Diane's voice became husky with renewed desire. "I-I copied down some
incantations from the book ... please tell me you'll try some on me.
Please."

"Will they let me tease your pussy?"

Diane swallowed and nodded.

"Okay, we can try some of them."

"Today," Diane whispered. "Let's try them today, after school."

"Sure thing. It should be a lot of fun."

Heather kissed Diane. It was slow and tender at first, and grew in
intensity slowly, escalating to a passionate climax that very nearly
triggered the same thing in Diane's nether regions.

By the time Heather broke off the kiss, Diane was panting lightly, her
pussy aching.

"We better get some lunch before the hour's over," Heather said.

"What about everyone else? They'll start in on us as soon as we walk
in."

Heather took a deep breath. Her voice was shaky but resolute. "So let
them. If they can't deal with this, they can fuck off."

It was taking a lot for Heather to say this. Diane appreciated it all
that much more. She hugged Heather tightly in silent thanks.

They left the room and walked towards the cafeteria hand in hand.
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