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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)
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