Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2000 01:06:39 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Attitude Adjustment Book II

Attitude Adjustment Book II

*****

How Laura managed to reach her room she couldn't say.
The long walk through the emptying hallways, past all of
those staring eyes, was nearly unendurable.  She almost
started screaming in her humiliation and shame at the
looks she was receiving.  Yet she knew only full well
that she could have shown none of it.  Long experienced
from her teasing days, she realized that as long as she
pretended everything was normal, everyone else would
think so too.

So, while discretely holding down the hem of her sweater,
she did the impossible and made it to her room without
collapsing, or, worse, causing too much of a disturbance
among the remaining students.  It was her greatest tease,
and even now, at this worst possible time, she was
sickened at the knowledge she was still becoming a little
thrilled by it.

In her room, she found to her dismay that her greatest
fears had come true.  All of her clothes were gone!

"Missy!" she hissed.

Even her overnight case, with her wallet, money and credit
cards, was missing.  The only thing of hers that was still
on her desk was her Winnie-the-Pooh key chain.  But,
even her key chain had been violated by the teenager in that
only her car keys remained.  All of her other keys, including
her house key, had been removed.

It was a message, Laura realized.  She couldn't replace
her lost clothing, nor could she sneak inside her home
late at night without anyone knowing.  She was now forced
to find Missy, and she needed her car to do it.

Okay, then.  She would see what the principal wanted, then
drive back to Missy's home and slowly strangle the lovely
little bitch for setting her up like this!

*****

She quickly raced down the deserted hall and reached the
outer door to the principal's office.

"Shit," she whispered, when she found that the door was
unlocked.

It was now an hour after the pep rally had ended, and she
had keenly hoped that Mr. Playfair had departed in the meantime.

She entered the quiet anteroom, and walked over to the
principal's door.  When she used both hands to very
quietly turn the knob, her over-stretched sweater sprang
up to a position above her waist.  The sensation froze
her in her tracks.  Laura looked down and wide eyes saw
her unprotected pussy was now completely exposed!

"Shit!"  She grabbed her sweater and pulled it down, to
cover herself up before anyone came in and saw her.

"Could this get any worse?" Laura moaned as she looked
towards the ceiling for divine guidance.

"Hello, honey."

"Mrs. Sullivan!  What are you doing here?"  Laura gasped
in surprise as she tightly held down her sweater.

She then quickly walked over to the woman's desk, so she
could try and hide her bare legs from the piercing eyes
of Mrs. Sullivan.  Laura had been so preoccupied about
meeting the principal she had completely failed to notice
his secretary sitting there behind her desk.

"I work here.  What are you doing here?"

"I meant," sputtered the flustered teacher, "what are you
doing here so late, Mrs. Sullivan?  Mr. Playfair asked me
to see him after the rally."

"Yes, I know," Mrs. Sullivan replied smoothly, her eyes
glittering.  "Go right on in, he's expecting you."

Laura shuddered a moment at the sight of those glittering
eyes in the otherwise sweet, old face.  The old
secretary's look made her feel so creepy!  It was like
she was being measured for something.  How weird!

Only using one hand this time, Laura opened the door and
entered the room, being sure to close the door behind
her.  The more privacy the better, she thought.  The
farther she got from those eyes, the easier she would
feel.

Mr. Playfair came from behind his desk toward her, then
stopped and gave her a critical look.  "Laura, isn't that
sweater a bit tight?" he asked.

"Oh, no, Mr. Playfair.  It really isn't!"  Laura
answered.  Must be a leg-man, she thought giddily.  He
didn't seem to care at all that her sweater was only
covering the very tops of her bare thighs.

"You mean you want it to be tight?"

"No, of course not," an indignant Laura replied.  What
kind of girl did he take her for, anyway?

"Well, then.  Why do you keep pulling on it?"

"Sorry.  Bad habit."  Laura released her grip on her
sweater and played that it would stay put for once.

"What did you want to see me about, sir?"

Laura heard the door open and turned to see Mrs. Sullivan
enter the room.

"Good afternoon, all.  I'm sorry I'm late, sir.  I had some
school business to attend to."

"It's quite all right, Mrs. Sullivan," said the principal.

"I understand completely."

Laura could only think about how her sweater was slowly
moving up again.  She pressed her arms desperately
against her sides to keep it in place.

"Why don't we all sit down and calmly discuss what might
be best for our new teacher," proposed Mr. Playfair as he
joined Mrs. Sullivan who was already seated on the small
office couch.

Laura walked timidly about half-way to the couch, then
defiantly stood there.  She couldn't just sit down!  They
would see everything!  Didn't the old man understand
that?

"Laura!  Please sit here, by me on the couch.  Mrs.
Sullivan and I both feel that an informal setting is
best for this type of thing."

"This is too much," Laura muttered.

She was right, the old man didn't understand!  Now she
would have to sit right between them while they talked
to her.  She desperately needed something to cover herself
with, before one of then found out she was bottomless.

As she was covertly looking about the room for something
close at hand to use as cover, Laura noticed Mrs.
Sullivan's right hand fluttering directly on the crack
between the two cushions.

"Okay, okay.  I get the message," she muttered very annoyed.

 "Sit here!"

She found nothing she could use without drawing
attention.  Reluctantly, she realized she had no choice
but to proceed as she was.  Still discreetly holding down
the bottom of her sweater, Laura slowly walked the
remainder of the distance toward the couch.

When she had almost reached it, Mrs. Sullivan said,

"Laura, could you be a dear and please get me your file
from the cabinet.  We'll need it if we decide that formal
counseling is needed."

Laura's mind raced.  Damn!  Counseling?  That could take
forever.  She just had to leave, she had to!

"Mrs. Sullivan!  Thank you for reminding me.  Speaking of
counseling, I have a...a very important parent-teacher
conference scheduled at the home of one of my students, a
Missy Manchester, and I'll certainly be late if I must
say here much longer.  In fact, I'm probably late
already."

In her anxiety at standing so close to the occupied
couch, Laura was pulling on the front of her sweater with
both hands so strongly, that to her horror she could feel
the sweater raising in the back, exposing her entire
behind to anyone who cared to look.  Oh, God!  She
slipped her left hand behind her and surreptitiously
lowered the sweater to cover her trembling ass cheeks
before anyone noticed her predicament.

"Don't worry, Laura.  I think I can explain to your
parent why you're late, if need be," Mrs. Sullivan told
Laura with a sweet smile.

"Are you sure it's all right, Mrs. Sullivan?  I'd really
hate to disappoint any parent like that." Laura asked as
she looked desperately at the door, hoping to escape
before she was finally caught half naked.

"Yes, of course," said the secretary.  "That's very
commendable of you.  But your position here at New Berlin
is of at least equal importance, wouldn't you say?"

"My position?" gulped Laura.  "What about my position?
Oh, God!  I'm fired, is that it?  Listen, I can explain
everything!"

"Miss Papadakis, no one said anything about your being
fired," interrupted Mr. Playfair quietly.

"Although we are here to discuss a serious breach of school
policy on your part."

"Breach?  What breach?" Laura asked frantically.

"Get your file, and I'll tell you," Mrs. Sullivan said.

"But...!"

"Laura, you heard her, get the file," Mr. Playfair told
her absently as he opened the briefcase at his feet to
look for some papers.

"Laura, I believe your folder is at the bottom of the
filing cabinet," Mrs. Sullivan said, watching Laura with
merry eyes.

"Mrs. Sullivan!" Laura pleaded.

"Laura, just get what she wants.  Now, please!  We don't
have all afternoon, you know," her principal scolded.

As he began to read, no longer looking at her, he said,

"And for heaven's sake leave that poor sweater of yours
alone.  You've tortured it enough for one day."

Laura immediately released her hands and clasped them in
front of her.  She took one more pathetic glance at the
door, in the faint hope that someone would come to her
rescue, but no one did.

"All right, Laura.  Just act normal and no one will
notice," she told herself.  "You did it before and you
can do it again."

She turned and walked over to the file cabinet, taking tiny
steps in the desperate hope that her damned sweater would
stay where it was.

"Now, as you know, any talk about one part of the school
just damages the whole," Laura heard Mr. Playfair say
behind her.  "Especially when the comments are made to a
student, or even within the hearing of one."

"It's very damaging," Mrs. Sullivan agreed.

Laura could sense Mrs. Sullivan was carefully watching
every move she made.  She tried to seem disinterested in
what was going on, but the knowledge that she was in a
pulled-down sweater, which was barely hiding the fact
that she was naked underneath, was simply too breath-
taking for her to ignore.  Her heart began to pound as
the sweater slowly began to slide up, revealing every
inch of her barely covered thighs.  Just a little more
and her principal and his secretary would see everything,
simply everything!  She almost fainted from the tension!

With each step she took, Laura could feel the sweater
working its way up her body.  Just as it reached
the lower curve of her behind, she thankfully reached the
filing cabinet.  She stopped and casually looked over her
shoulder.  When she saw both of them talking, she reached
behind her and gave her sweater one mighty tug, pulling
it down as far as it would go.  Now, if she hurried, she
could bend down and get the files before the sweater slid
up too far.

Laura tried to bend down as she normally would and get
her file.  But, as she bent, the sweater popped up and
she exposed her behind, causing Laura, with her heart in
her mouth, to quickly straighten up and pull it back
down.  Not hearing any change in the tone of the
conversation going on behind her, Laura crouched down and
was finally able to get the file without flashing too
much of anything.

Laura held the large file folder directly in front of her
crotch, with her fingers discretely hooked on the bottom
of her sweater.  That way she could hold her sweater down
and hide most of her lower body.  Not taking any chances,
she took tiny steps back to her principal and Mrs.
Sullivan.

"Here you are," Laura said, trying to smile.  First she
pulled down on her sweater as far down as she could, then
held the folder out for Mrs. Sullivan to take, hoping the
woman would hurry and take it before the sweater started
its upward journey again.

"Thank you, Laura," Mrs. Sullivan told her, not taking
the file from her.  "Now that you're here, why don't you
join us for a few minutes?  I'm sure you find this quite
interesting."

Laura was sure the old woman's eyes were focused right at
the spot where the folder covered the bottom of her long
sweater.  Although the room was very warm, she suddenly
shivered.

"I'd better not," she said as she looked longingly at the
door.  "I'm very late for that conference, and it's an
important one.  Hard to arrange, what with a working
single parent and all."

Mr. Playfair deeply sighed.

"Laura, let's not go through this again.  I'm sure Mrs. Sullivan
knows you'll be late.  But I am the principal of this school, and
if I want you to stay, then you'll stay.  Now sit down!"  Mr. Playfair
said good-naturedly, still intent on his papers.

Laura absently noticed Mrs. Sullivan's right hand was
still right where she was supposed to sit, palm down,
fiddling with a long and thin shiny something that was
embedded between the cushions.

"But...."

"Laura, it's all right.  Please, sit down," her principal
said gently.

"Here we go!" Laura whispered.  As she turned to sit,
Laura grabbed the front of her sweater to hold it down.
She immediately realized her mistake when she felt the
back start to raise up again.  Frantic, she threw herself
backwards onto the couch, praying that Mrs. Sullivan had
the sense to move her hand out of the way.

"OH!" Laura shouted, then slapped her right hand over her
mouth as she tried to immediately stand up from the shock
of something narrow trying to enter her anus.

"My God!" she thought.  "I almost sat on some kid's pencil!"

Mr. Playfair's left arm shot out and, without touching
her, blocked her from moving.  The astonished Laura found
herself unable to rise.  She was trapped on the couch!

"Miss Papadakis!" Mr. Playfair softly told her, as he
looked directly into her eyes.

"You are here specifically because of your apparent lack of control.
I'm beginning to see why.  Please don't make it any worse
for yourself.  Now, apologize to Mrs. Sullivan for that
last unseemly outburst and sit still, before I recommend
your suspension before the board."

Defeated, Laura sank slowly back on the couch, and held her
tongue as she felt the pencil slide smoothly this time all the
way inside of her.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sullivan, Mr. Playfair," a stunned Laura
whispered, as the sharp pain in her behind slowly started
to fade.

"That's all right, Laura.  Just make sure it doesn't
happen again.  You know how Mr. Playfair dislikes such
things," she told Laura, as she squeezed the woman's upper
thigh, which caused the distraught teacher to jump again.

"Sit still!"  Mr. Playfair quietly ordered.

"Sorry again," Laura said weakly, as Mrs. Sullivan's
hand, which Laura noticed was oddly greasy on her thigh,
stayed right where it was.  Laura knew she couldn't say
anything.  If she did, it might draw attention to the
fact that she was sitting between them almost naked.  She
arranged the folder on her lap to hide what she could,
and prayed no one would notice.

But that was soon the least of Laura's worries.  The
pencil was giving her an eerie but oddly pleasant feeling
as her bottom began to relax around it.  It was in fact
quite uncomfortable, but the sensations generated by its
presence in so forbidden a place caused her nipples to
grow instantly hard, and a warm feeling to start growing
between her legs.

As the conversation continued between Mr. Playfair and
Mrs. Sullivan, Laura found herself becoming very fidgety.
Try as she might, she just couldn't sit still.  With Mrs.
Sullivan's hand only a few inches from her warming pussy
and a pencil (at least, she was almost sure it was a
pencil) buried far into her tight anus, Laura found to
her dismay she was getting turned on again.

"Please, may I go?  I really don't want to miss my
conference," Laura begged, as she continued to squirm
around on the couch, trying desperately to get out of her
whatever it was that was so deep within her.  But Laura
discovered that the more she squirmed, the more it would
move around inside of her and cause her the most
delicious torment.

"Laura, sit still, you're acting like a child," Mr.
Playfair told her, having gone back to his papers.

Laura soon noticed that Mrs. Sullivan's hand was no
longer squeezing her thigh.  But now, along with
something working around inside of her from behind, she
could swear something was now resting right on her sex.
And, whatever it was, it was moving around and brushing
up against her clit.  She wanted to look, but she knew
that all of her squirming had caused her sweater to slide
up and was now almost around her waist.  If she moved the
large file folder to check what was happening, they would
both see her and her life as a teacher would be finished
forever.

"Please!" Laura said out of desperation.  "Could you
please tell me what this is all about?  I really have to
go."

Her body was helplessly stirring, as it responded to all
of the stimulation it was receiving, and there was
nothing she could do about it!  It was happening to her
again.  She was going to cum, and it was going to happen
this time right here with the principal and his secretary
sitting directly beside her.

She tried to ignore what was happening to her, and
frantically tried to focus on what her principal was
saying to her.

"Laura, now you're talking.  During the pep rally, which
was very well handled by the way, you were heard making
disparaging remarks about one of this school's finest
institutions.  For me, that is a very serious matter,
especially as the teacher in charge happens to be a very
close, personal friend of mine."

"Oh, God!  What institution?" Laura gasped, with as much
control as she could.

"Why, the Chess Club, of course.  I've know Mr. Johnson
for years and he is a fine teacher, and a crackerjack
chess player as well."

Laura's mind whirled and she let out an insane giggle.
She was having to go through all of this torment, because
of something she said about the school's Chess Club?  The
fucking Chess Club?

"I, ah, I absolutely apologize for my remarks, and I will
tell...tell Mr. Johnson the same thing the very next time I
see him," Laura said desperately.

She watched Mr. Playfair's face as he thought over her
apology.  "Please, God, let it be enough!" she prayed.

Laura groaned suddenly the sensations almost peaked.  She
scooted back on the couch in a final desperate attempt to
remove whatever was in her anus.  But, instead or getting
rid of it, the pencil now started to buzz inside of her.

The effect was devastating, and Laura sat stunned.  She
couldn't believe it!  What the hell was this?  Who ever
heard of an electric pencil that vibrated, for God's sake?

"Ooooooh, please!  I really need to leave," Laura half
moaned, half pleaded.  The bizarre buzzing in her behind
and Mrs. Sullivan's hand were driving her right to the
limits of her endurance.  She knew she couldn't hold on
much longer!

"Well, now that you've realized your mistake and
apologized, I think we can about wrap this whole affair
up," Mr. Playfair said matter-of-factly.

"Laura, I must say that I was surprised and not a little
disappointed to find out that you had done such a thing.
Let's face it, your behavior today has been very disappointing.
I had always thought you would be more dedicated to your job
than this."

Laura prayed that he wouldn't notice the sweat that was
starting to form along her upper lip, and the terribly
erect nipples that thrusted so wantonly through the
thick fabric of the sweater.  Her nipples were so hard
they ached every time Laura breathed, and they were
helping to drive her mad.

The trembling Laura imagined she could actually feel a
hand, Mrs. Sullivan's hand, working between her thighs.

"Oh, no.  Please don't cum," Laura whispered to herself.

She knew the feeling of someone playing with her clit
wasn't true.  The only ones here were Mrs. Sullivan and
Mr. Playfair.  There couldn't be anyone doing it.  It was
all in her own overheated mind!  But the feeling was
there, and it was incredibly overwhelming.  The heat
still continued to raise, as whatever was vibrating
inside her kept merrily humming along, driving her ever
closer to the edge.

Just as Laura couldn't take it any longer and was about
to climax, the phone rang.

"I'll get that," Mrs. Sullivan said, as she got up and
went to answer the phone.

"Thank God," Laura thought as the pressure building
between her legs suddenly diminished.  With the weight on
her clit now gone, the feeling of her needing to cum
began to ease.  She discovered to her relief that
whatever was humming in her behind wasn't enough to push
her over the edge.  It was enough though to keep her
feeling excited and breathing hard.

"Hello, New Berlin.  Yes, he is.  May I tell him who's
calling?  All right, sir.  Please wait a moment and I'll
get him for you."

Mrs. Sullivan placed a hand over the phone's mouthpiece.

"Mr. Playfair, it's the president of the school board,
Superintendent Johnson."

"I think I'd better take this one out in your office."
Mr. Playfair rose, carrying his brief case.  "That poor
girl doesn't look at all well."

"I'll see to her.  Don't you worry."

"Thank you.  She's not a bad sort, just needs a little
growing up yet."

"Training, you mean, sir?"

"Yes, that's it.  The girl needs training.  Mrs.
Sullivan, I think I'll go straight home after this call."

"Yes, Mr. Playfair.  See you at the game tonight."

"Absolutely.  Should be a corker.  What an ass...!  Oh, my!
I mean, what a blast tonight will be!  Phew!"

Laura barely heard the words when her principal left, yet
she was still dumbfounded by them.  She couldn't believe
it.  It was totally out of the question that he would
have seen her exposed.  The implications were too
devastating for her to even think about.

The pencil that was buzzing along inside of her had so
clouded her confused mind that she never even saw Mrs.
Sullivan sit down beside her, and take away the files
that were clutched in her hands.  It was as if suddenly
the old woman appeared there, and the folder covering her
lap had just as suddenly disappeared, leaving her trimmed
black pubic triangle gleaming softly in the bright office
light.

"Cum for me, sweetheart," she heard the old woman say as
her fingers went to work on the astonished Laura's hard
little clitoris.

Laura's hands gripped the shiny leather of the couch in
desperation as she tried to stop the climax that was
surely building within her, but with the thing vibrating
inside of her and the rubbing feeling that had returned
on her clit, it all proved too much for her.  Her
resistance crumbled and her brain melted as she climaxed
magnificently.

"Aaahhh!" Laura cried as her hips bucked wildly under the
knowing hand of Mrs. Sullivan.  By her third orgasm she
was completely stunned.  She felt Mrs. Sullivan lay her
full length down on the couch, her sweater bunched
uselessly up around her shoulders.

She felt the old woman's hands lightly trace their way
around her naked hips, and then the odd exciting feelings
coming from her behind, which had been tormenting her for
so long, mercifully stopped.

"Thank you," Laura whispered gratefully.  Before darkness
overtook her, she wondered briefly why the principal's
secretary was so eagerly licking her own fingers.

*****

When Laura's mind cleared, she found herself alone.  It
had happened to her again, this time in front of Mrs.
Sullivan.

Laura sat up and stared down at her still-exposed body.
It had never done this to her before.  Even when she
masturbated, it never felt like this.  Her few self-
induced orgasms were nothing more than a tiny sensation
that quickly died, leaving her feeling so very empty and
alone that she almost couldn't stand it.

But the climaxes she'd had today felt like she'd lost a
little of her soul each time.  They were mind numbing!
She almost wished they had lasted forever.  Ever now her
body was still a little on fire.  Her breasts now felt
swollen, and her nipples still hard, and tingly.  They've
never felt so sensitive.  And when she breathed, they
would press against her sweater, screaming at her to
touch them.

"Laura," Mrs. Sullivan called from the open door.

Laura almost jumped through the ceiling as she leapt off
the couch and pulled down her sweater.

"You'd better get to your conference.  You're already
late."

"I-I'm s-sorry!" Laura stuttered, as she looked at the
floor in her embarrassment.

"My fault, honey.  I didn't mean to frighten you."

Laura blushed as she tried to remember what had just
happened in the office.  Impossible!  It was simply
impossible!

"Yes, I'd better go," Laura finally managed to say.  She
avoided looking at Mrs. Sullivan as she quickly ran
unthinking from the principal's office.

"Yes, dear.  Have fun with Mrs. Manchester," Laura heard
her say before the outer office door closed behind her.

*****

Desperate to retrieve her missing things, Laura sat in
her car, this time one house away from the Manchester
home.  Tired and groggy from her day of abuse, Laura
still was determined to retrieve her clothes.  She could
never go home as she was, and she had left her check book
and credit cards in her missing overnight case.  She had
to get her things back!

All she could think about was confronting Missy alone.
The thought of having to deal with the formidable Mrs.
Manchester dressed like this sent shivers up her spine.
No, this time she would be smart about it and avoid the
mother completely.

After checking to ensure the street was momentarily
deserted in the growing twilight, Laura got out of her
car, quietly closed the door, and did a crouching run to
the side of the dark Manchester home that was closest to
her, holding her sweater down precariously as she did so.

Walking carefully through a flower bed, she went quietly
towards the window where she was sure she had seen her
bra being waved on her last visit here.  It must be
Missy's room, she thought.  Laura tried looking into the
room, but the lights were all off and she could not see
anything.

The window she noticed was propped open at the bottom
with a pencil on the left side of the low sill, and there
was no screen.  Shivering in the autumn darkness, she had
an idea.

This window was an open invitation if ever she saw one.
Rather then stand here in the cool night air, why not
just wait for the girl in her room? She would just have
to be careful going in, that's all.

It was perfect!  She would just go in and either find her
missing stuff and leave, or wait for Missy to come home
and confront the teenager then.  That way, they could at
least talk on more-or-less equal terms.  She could not
expect to have much moral authority with the girl while
standing outside in the bushes.

Missy had done this clothes thing once to her already,
and had gotten away with it, too.  But not this time,
vowed Laura.  It was time for Missy's first lesson in
maturity!

Laura bent over and reluctantly let go of her sweater.
She placed her arms through the window opening and her
sweater immediately popped-up over her hips, leaving them
completely exposed, as she carefully worked her head and
shoulders through the narrow opening.

"Damn," she muttered.  It was a much tighter fit then she
realized and she had to really squirm to work her way
through.  She could feel her sweater working its way
higher and higher up her body.

It was when she felt the cool night air on her exposed
flesh that Laura finally realized what she was showing
behind her.  Helpless to stop it, she felt the panic pour
through her!  Unable to control herself any longer, she
tried to rush her way through the window.  In her haste
she knocked out the pencil, and the window quickly
dropped with a quiet hiss and pinned her firmly but not
painfully by her lower back.

"Oh, no!  This can't be happening!" she cried.

Struggling furiously, Laura soon discovered she was
unable to move either forwards or backwards, nor could
she roll over to open the window enough to get through.
She was trapped and completely defenseless!

Overwhelmed by her absolute helplessness, Laura bawled
like a baby for 30 minutes before crying herself into an
uneasy, exhausted sleep.  Yet, even in the midst of her
real despair, Laura was disgusted and even a little
frightened of herself.  As she was crying, she was keenly
aware that a very tiny and secret part of her was
delighted at being displayed in so vulnerable a
situation.

It was feelings like that which sometimes made her doubt
her own sanity!

*****

It was in the middle of a weird, confusing erotic
nightmare that she suddenly dreamed that she was being
suffocated.  Laura awoke, only to find her head and face
were completely covered by a heavy dark material.
Disoriented and terribly frightened, she fought her way
out of the confinement.  After she freed her arms, she
hurriedly threw the horrid thing away from her, only to
realize as she heard it land in the darkness that it was
only her sweater.  It must have worked its way past her
shoulders as she slept with her head hanging down on the
floor.

"Oh, shit!" she cried, and tried immediately to retrieve
it, but the sweater was lost in the darkness of the
bedroom and she could not find it.

It was then that she became aware that her body was
terribly alive and tingling.  Her swiftly beating heart
was pounding away under her chest, and she could hardly
catch her breath.  Her dangling breasts were swollen, the
nipples stiffly erect.  In her astonishment, she could
even feel fluid running from her throbbing vagina down
her inner thigh!  What the hell was going on?

Naked and helpless, Laura shamefully realized that she
had managed to work herself into an advanced state of
arousal.  It was the only possible explanation.  If she
had been deliberately stimulated, she couldn't have felt
more excited, more ready!  Oh, God!  What a complete slut
she was!  Here she was in this incredibly distressing fix
and all she wanted to do right now was cum so bad she
could taste it!

Laura knew she was in terrible trouble, yet it took all
of her will power not to start rubbing rub her smooth
thighs together and take hold of her breasts, which were
just aching to be touched.

"Now what am I supposed to do?" she wailed loudly.

Through her tears, Laura noticed a computer monitor come
alive across the room.

TRY PRAYER

"Mrs. Manchester?"

WHO ARE YOU?

"Mrs. Manchester!  Thank God, I'm saved!  It's...it's me,
Missy's teacher, Laura."

TRY AGAIN!  WHO ARE YOU?

"Mrs. Manchester!  Honest, It's really me, Laura
Papadakis.  We meet last week, remember?"

WHY ARE YOU NAKED AND TRYING TO BREAK INTO MY BEDROOM,
LAURA?

"Your room?  Oh, hell!"  She had gone into the wrong
bedroom.

WHOSE BEDROOM DID YOU WANT?  I KNOW, YOU WANTED MY
DAUGHTER'S, DIDN'T YOU?

Stalling for time to think of a way she could explain
away this disaster, she asked,

"How can you hear me, see me?"

AUDIO-DIGITAL TEXT CONVERTER WITH RC MINI-CAM ON A
PEDESTAL NEXT TO THE DESK.

"I see.  How very clever of you," she said, not
understanding a word of it.

WHY DID YOU WANT MY DAUGHTER'S BEDROOM?  WHAT KIND OF
SICK PERSON ARE YOU, GOING AFTER AN INNOCENT YOUNG GIRL
LIKE THAT IN THE PRIVACY OF HER OWN BEDROOM?

"Oh, God!  It's not that way at all.  Look, could you
please first help me out of here?  This is very
embarrass-ING!"

 Laura's voice went up when she realized that something
cold and wet was pressing against her left
buttock.  She shook her hips and it went away.

WELL?

Worried now that something was behind her, she tried
desperately to think up an explanation for Mrs.
Manchester.

"Well, I... AHHH!" she screamed when something soft, warm
and very wet passed between her wide-spread legs, over
her exposed vulva and anus.  The effect on her already
over-stimulated flesh was electric!

"Get away!  Get away!" Laura shouted as the sensation
continued relentlessly, despite all of her frantic jumps
and shakes.

I WILL NOT GO AWAY!  TIME FOR THE POLICE, HOUSEBREAKER!

"NO! No, please... It's touching my... AHA!  Your daughter
she... OH GOD MAKE IT STOP!!  Your...d-daughter...  OH-GOD-OH-
GOD... Your...  I can't hold it!!  I can't!!!

WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?

"It's...It's...IT'S TOO LATE!!  AHHHHH!!!" Laura screamed as
she violently climaxed.

After her pulsating body had calmed slightly, Laura heard
the hissing of the rising window, and felt the end to the
pressure on her back.  She was finally free.  Yet, she
could not move.

Humiliated beyond endurance, she was far beyond earthly
concerns and pleasures.  She only wished that she were
dead.

When Missy and her mother came to help her out of the
window, she made no attempt to conceal her dangling
breasts.  Once pulled inside the room, she just stood
numbly.  She did not try to cover herself, nor did she
even have the strength to ask for her sweater back.

As she felt herself being led from the room, Laura soon
found herself only momentarily aware of her surroundings
or what she was doing.  It was all her blasted mind could
handle.  For the remainder of the evening, Laura viewed
life only as a series of brief glimpses.

--She was lounging on a couch with the Manchesters on
either side of her, all pleasantly naked.  She was
holding a large snifter of brandy that smelled delicious.
The brandy smoothly burned its way down her throat to her
empty stomach.  Laura liked the burning.  She wanted to
burn like anything tonight.  There were several burnings
before she faded out again.

--She was in a brightly lighted kitchen, talking loudly
in excellent Greek to a very stubborn person on the other
end of the line.  She was saying something about "I keep
telling you, I'm spending the night with friends.
Girlfriends, if you really must know, although if I
wanted to I could stay with any number of boyfriends.
I've over 21, you know, and this is America, not Greece.
And...and I can get laid any damn time I chose.  Yes, laid!
Furthermore, I can also get drunk any God-damn time I
want to!  And tonight I want to!!  So there!"  Then, with
an astonishing sense of satisfaction, she slammed down
the receiver.

--She was in a shower stall, and the Manchesters were
helpfully soaping her down, leaving her to devote her
energies to a full-voiced rendition of "Yesterday!  All
my troubles seemed so far away...!"  As she sang, she
wondered how they were all able to crowd into such a
small stall and still fit so comfortably.

--Her last memory was of gently floating high in the sky
on a large, pink cloud over the islands of the Aegean
Sea.  The cloud constantly touched, teased and caressed
her nude body as she sailed over the sun-kissed waters,
but she did not protest at all.  After all, what could a
cloud know of proper behavior?  Especially a cloud that
smelled wonderfully of Missy's perfume.  After drifting
slowly over the wine-dark sea, during which time she
climaxed at least three glorious times, the cloud finally
settled her over a large island.  Although she had never
been there, Laura immediately knew the island to be
Lesbos.  She wondered why the cloud would take her there
of all places, especially when she had no family from
there at all?

Feeling very satisfied and comfortable now that she had
arrived at her new home, the sun-drenched island of
Lesbos, Laura finally drifted off to a very contented
sleep.

*****

All Laura understood for sure was that it must be
morning.  A God-damned bird outside her window made sure
of that.  She must have been at a good wedding last night
because she felt like death warmed over, a sure sign she
had a really super time.

Unable to summon enough energy to open her eyes, she
tried to find one of her slippers which she always left
by the bed.  She was going to use it to hit, and
hopefully kill, that insanely cheerful bird.

She must have moved them, because her searching hand could not
find them on the floor anywhere.  For that matter, after
feeling the smooth sheets on her bare skin, she seemed to
have misplaced her silk pajamas as well.  She could only
think that it must have been a very good wedding!

As she became increasingly aware of her surroundings,
things just were not adding up for the befuddled teacher.
Even her bed wasn't right.  It seemed to be floating on a
lake somewhere.  She tried to remember anything of the
night before, but except for a vague sensation of
depression, it was all a blank.  She finally managed to
briefly open one crusted eye in the unfamiliar, sun-
drenched room.  Ah, an out-of-town wedding!  That
explains it.  No wonder she couldn't remember anything.
Those were usually exceptionally good weddings, but,
after finding herself naked in a strange bed, she
realized that this one must have been the wedding of all
time!

"Oh, no!" she moaned.  An out-of-town wedding meant that
she would have to drive home today, and probably soon,
too.  She was in no condition to drive anywhere!  If she
could only remember where she was, maybe she would be
able to hang around long enough to properly recover
first.

She managed to get that one eye open again, and decided
that enough was enough.  It was time to pay the piper.
After quickly sitting up, she discovered that her skull
had turned into a fragile egg-shell last night.  She laid
carefully back down, holding her head tightly with her
hands to keep her brains from spilling out all over the
pillow!

"My God.  What in hell did I do last night?" Laura
moaned.  She laid on the bed for a time, holding her head
and groaning softly as the steady breeze from the open
window felt wonderful on her uncovered flesh.

Much more slowly this time, Laura sat up and put her legs
over the side of the waterbed's wooden frame.

"Now for the hard part," she said, and then stood up.

Shakily erect, she staggered over to a desk, and stopped
for a moment, using it for support.  On the desk was an
opened lap-top computer, and on the screen was a flashing
message:

PRESS ANY KEY.

Suddenly afraid, Laura pressed the space bar.  The
message disappeared and, alongside the desk, a small
white ball with a single glass eye rotated on its tall
pedestal and pointed directly at her.  More words
appeared on the screen.

GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD!  BREAKFAST IS READY!

Laura's stomach suddenly convulsed and, holding her mouth
with both hands, she dashed naked from the room as she
went frantically through the hall looking for the nearest
bathroom!

*****

After a badly needed shower, Laura finally felt ready to
greet the day, even though she knew it was not going to
be a good one.  Her recent humiliations were so
unbelievable she doubted her own sanity in remembering
them.

"Things like that just don't happen!" she whispered in
amazement as she wrapped herself in a large bath towel.

Yet here she was, naked in the home of one of her
students.  If only she hadn't had so much to drink last
night.  She was in such agony this morning she just
couldn't think at all.

She left the bathroom, after first checking to make sure
no one was in the wall, and went back to the room where
she had obviously spent the night.  She needed to get
properly dressed before she encountered her hosts.

Oddly, she couldn't find any of her clothes.

"I must have been wearing something!" she said, but she just
couldn't look for them anymore.

She badly needed to get something in her stomach to
absorb the remaining alcohol or she would never make it
through the remainder of the day.

Not sure of what to expect, she timidly left her room and
followed the sounds and smells of breakfast being made
to the kitchen.  She entered the kitchen and saw the
Manchersters busy at work, Missy setting the table, her
mother cooking on the stove.  Both were dressed in their
usual matching oversized New Berlin sweatshirts and tight
denim bellbottoms.

Laura leaned against the wall for a moment, gathering her
strength for the ordeal to come.  How could she ever ask
these people if they knew where her clothes were without
dying of embarrassment in the process?

Missy finally saw her and Laura saw a look of pure joy
come onto the girl's face.

"Good morning," Laura managed to say with a slight smile.
"It's nice to see you, too."

The teenager bounded over to her and hugged her tightly.
Laura politely returned the hug, if a little less
enthusiastically.  When the smiling Missy backed away
Laura was shocked to see her towel in the girl's hands.

"No, Missy!  Please!" she croaked, as she covered herself
with her trembling hands.  The dazed Laura could only
watch as Missy walked across the kitchen and threw her
precious towel down the stairs leading to the basement.

"Oh, no!"

The computer screens on the table flashed to life.

SIT DOWN, LAURA.  BREAKFAST IS READY

"Please!  I need..."

SIT DOWN

*****

A short time later Laura found herself sitting at a
typical family's Saturday morning breakfast.  The table
was well set and the family members were all present.
The window blinds were pulled back to bathe the scene in
the sparkling morning sunshine.

Breakfast was always one of Laura's favorite weekend
meals, yet this one was particularly disturbing to her.
The family was not hers, it was the Manchester's.  Being
sick as a dog, she could only miserably pick at her dried
toast and grapefruit juice, leaving the rest of the food-
laden table alone.  There was also the minor problem of
her sitting at the table stark naked, her cringing body
on total display in front of the uncovered windows, not
to mention in front of her completely dressed hosts!

It made her feel about an inch tall.

Using their keyboards, Missy and her mother communicated
cheerfully with each other.  When Missy once called her
'Doris' instead of 'Mom', Laura to her relief finally
learned Mrs. Manchester's first name.

After the nightmare of breakfast was over, and she had
miserably cleaned off the table and washed the dishes,
Laura staggered back to her room to once again search for
her clothes.  On her bed was her black roll-top sweater,
her shoes and socks on the floor beside it.  Everything,
even her shoes, had been freshly cleaned.

"Oh, God!" she cried in despair.  That was all she had
been wearing when she came here.  "Oh, God!"  She must
have been insane to do something so stupid!

Crushed, she sank to the bed and covered her face with
her hands.

"Oh, God.  What a mess," she continued to softly moan.
She laid back down and nursed her aching
head.  The breeze felt good and she did not bother
covering herself with the badly stained sheets.

She looked at the bed-side clock and it was suddenly an
hour later.  "Must have gone back to sleep," she told
herself.  Her head still hurt terribly, but at least it
was not ready to fall off at any moment.  She knew she
either had to get up now, or she would be there for the
remainder of the day.

Carefully getting up, went over to her few clothes and
put them on.  Thankfully to be at least semi-dressed once
again, Laura knew it was time to get home.  They were
probably worried sick about her.

After searching the house for her hosts, she finally saw
them both out in the back, down past the Jacuzzi and
small pool, raking leaves at the far end of the large
yard.

"Oh, God," she said.  Laura hated the idea of having to
go outside half-undressed like this, but it was the only
way she could say her good-byes.

Tightly pulling down the sweater, she opened the sliding
back door and made sure there were no other people
around.  Satisfied that it was safe, she quickly walked
over to the working pair.  As she approached them, she
saw Missy notice her coming and alert her mother.

Doris Manchester walked a short distance to a nearby tree
stump, and started typing on a portable laptop computer
that was there.

THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT TO HELP, THERE IS MUCH TO DO

"Well, as much as I would like to, I'm not exactly
dressed for it," Laura laughed, thinking the woman was
making a joke.  "Besides, I really need to get home now."

LATER.  TAKE A RAKE

"Oh my God!" the distressed Laura muttered.  She couldn't
believe it.  The woman was serious!

"Look!  I don't feel very well and I just need to get
home, OK?"

TAKE A RAKE

"Oh, God!" she moaned weakly as she took the rake Missy
offered her.  "All right.  Just for a little while, okay?
Then I have to go."

THANK YOU

"You're...you're welcome," Laura mumbled.

She looked about her.  Because of all the trees, the
entire yard was a thick carpet of leaves.

"Oh, God.  This will take forever!"

Laura first tried raking while using one hand to keep her
sweater down, but holding the rake with one hand just did
not work at all.  So, miserable in her still pounding
hangover, Laura began to rake the yard with both hands,
stopping occasionally to pull down her sweater when it
rose too high.  But, she found with all the movement she
had to do, especially when she had to pick up the leaves
in order to bag them, her sweater was constantly rising
up, not just to her hips, but to her waist!

As the morning wore on, Laura found herself worrying
about it less and less.  It was happening so much she
simply did not have the energy to worry about it all the
time.  She just wanted to get her work done and go home.
She couldn't think about anything else in her shattered
condition.  After a time, she noticed the Manchesters had
stopped working and were sitting on the ground together,
propped comfortably with their backs against a tree.
They were openly watching her rake with great interest.

"Probably want to make sure I don't screw up their
precious lawn," Laura muttered bitterly as she continued
raking the endless carpet of leaves.  "Why don't they get
a damned blower for God's sake and do this right?"

After two hours of constant raking and bagging, Doris
returned to the house and a leaf-encrusted Laura was
motioned by a grinning Missy to stop working.  "About
fucking time!" Laura sputtered as she threw down her rake
in disgust.  But, even now she just couldn't leave it
like that.

Cursing her own stupidity, Laura picked up the rake and
took it to a small tool shed that was at the far end of
the yard, where she carefully hung it up.

Plowing through the remaining leaves as she went back up
to the house, Laura tried without much success to get the
bits of broken leaves out of her hair and off of her
sweater.

"Damn, damn, damn," she muttered.  She was so focused in
trying to get the leaves off, that Laura forgot where she
was for a moment.  She was about half way to the house,
and was busily brushing irritating leaf bits out of her
pubic hair, when something made her look up.

"Oh, God!"  Missy was right there, calmly watching her!

"Oh, God!"  Laura desperately pulled her sweater down to
her knees, causing the seams in the shoulders to rip.
The torn sweater easily slipped off of Laura's smooth
shoulders and fell to her clutching hands below her hips.

"EEEkkk!" she shrieked.  She tried to run for the house,
but got all tangled with the fallen sweater and fell
heavily to the ground.  Desperate for any kind of cover,
Laura quickly freed herself of the entangling sweater and
scrambled frantically on hand and knees to the closest
protection she could find, a very large pile of leaves.

After making sure she was completely covered, a crouching
Laura watched through the leaves as an obviously
delighted Missy picked up the torn sweater and took it
back inside the house.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" raged Laura.  "What the hell
were you thinking?"

That was the problem.  With her terrible head, she knew
she wasn't thinking at all today.  She had been nude
inside for half the morning, and semi-nude outside for
the remainder of it.  So what made this time so different
she wondered.

"Because it happened too God-damn fast, that why!" Laura
cried.  One moment she was trying to clean herself, and
the next she was protecting herself from Missy's gaze.
It was reflex, pure and simple.  How ridiculous!

She looked around and realized for the first time just
how open the large yard really was.  It was surrounded by
nothing more than a low chain-link fence.  Even by
dashing from tree to tree, she would still be totally
exposed to anyone who happened to look from the
surrounding properties.  She must have been crazy to come
out here dressed as she was and agree to work!  Now she
was stuck here until someone brought her some clothes.

"Oh, God!" Laura groaned.  "How am I going to explain
this to Missy's mother!"

The ground under the pile was primarily mud and the last
thing she wanted to do was sit on that, so Laura squatted
on her haunches, her arms wrapped tightly around her
knees, and balanced on her shod feet instead.  To her
dismay though, it just was not working out at all.  She
found that in sitting like that it was impossible for her
to keep from swaying all over the place inside her pile.
Her knees were starting to hurt.  Besides that, she had
to seriously resist an incredible impulse to pee.

Uncertain of how long she would have to remain there, she
knew she would have to find a better position in which to
wait.  Groaning at the indignity, she slowly and
carefully got down on her hands and knees, and made sure
as best she could that she was still protected by the
leaves.

What a morning!  Her hangover was still painfully
throbbing away inside her head.  The events of the past
few days were still just a vague blur.  She badly need to
go home, where she could creep up to her room (after of
course experiencing the deadly Wrath of the Greeks), hide
out there for the remainder of the weekend, and try to
figure out just what the hell was going on with her life
all of a sudden.

Growing increasingly impatient at the wait, Laura decided
to make a break for the house.  She carefully checked the
yards to either side and was satisfied that they were
empty.  She took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart
and head, and coolly marked her path for the run.
Finally ready, she was tensing for her start when a very
feminine voice with a slight southern accent sounded
behind her.

"Missy!  Drat, where is that girl, anyway?"

A very blonde girl passed Laura on her left.

"Oh, hell!  Now I'll never get out of here," Laura
muttered softly as she gloomily contemplated spending yet
more time hiding under her pile of leaves.  The sun was
beating her pile mercilessly out of a cloudless sky and
Laura could soon feel the sweat dripping freely all over
her nude body.

The strange girl continued on up to the house, looking
expectantly about her as she went.  Laura carefully
inspected this unwelcome visitor.

"What else is there  to do?" she muttered to herself.

The shapely girl looked to be about 16 years old.  She
had a peaches-and-cream complexion, large blue eyes and a
button nose.  She was wearing pink.  She had a pink
cashmere sweater, pink slacks, and even pink running
shoes and socks.  Her long blonde hair was fastened into
a ponytail by a large pink bow.  Laura was willing to bet
serious money that not only was her underwear pink, but
that her bedroom was heavily done in pink as well.

She watched the girl approach the back of the house and
knock on the glass door.  Soon Missy appeared and Laura
assumed that the girl would be sent on her way.  It was
something of an emergency, after all, having a naked
guest hiding in the back yard and not really a good time
for entertaining company.

To her astonishment, the girl didn't leave at all.

Instead, Laura saw them each pick up a lawn chair and
carry them directly toward her.

"Oh, no!  What could Missy be thinking?  Doesn't she
realize I'm right here?" a panicking Laura whispered, now
suddenly afraid of being caught naked like this.

"I really don't understand why you want to sit way out
here," the girl in pink complained.

"Come on, Saint Joan.  The fresh air will do you good."

"I wish you wouldn't call me that."

"Why not?  You are a saint, aren't you?" Missy said
easily.  "Pure in mind and body?"

"Why do you always have to talk of such things?"

"Oh, God!  Oh, God!" Laura moaned.  "What am I supposed
to do now?"

She held her breath as the two approached her hiding place.

She watched Missy disappear behind her on her left, then
heard the teenager settle her chair right behind her pile
of leaves.  She almost jumped with fright as 'Saint' Joan
set her chair facing Missy, right next to Laura's left
shoulder.  She was so close that Laura could have easily
reached out through the leaves and touched her.

"Missy, your family was the only one in the whole
neighborhood who actually welcomed us when we first moved
here a week ago.  You know that Ma-ma will not let us
associate with anyone who doesn't show good Christian
values like you and your mother do.  Sometimes, though, I
just don't understand you at all.  You know, the other
girl's I've meet around here all say you don't talk very
much."

"Yes, well, it's a family thing."

"I don't get it."

"All right.  This is just between us, okay?  You know my
mother is a deaf-mute?  Well, it bothers her that I can
talk and she can't, not that she would ever admit such
a thing, even to herself.  But it does bother her.  So, I
grew up silent, speaking only when absolutely necessary
even when I was away from home.  Funny thing is, I don't
think she ever really noticed I was doing it."

"Wow.  You must really care for her."

"What do you think, Saint Joan?"

Laura heard something rustling the leaves behind her.

"Oh, God!  Now what?" she whispered.

"What are you doing with your feet there?" Joan asked.

Laura almost jumped.  Missy's bare foot was touching the
crease just above her buttocks and the other was tracing
her right buttock!  Oh God!  Now it was starting to slide
down!  Laura bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.

"I lost something when I was raking earlier.  I think it
might be in this pile here somewhere.  Besides, I like
the feel of the leaves."

Laura could feel Missy's big toe pressing up against her
defenseless anus and she tightly clenched her buttocks
against the intruder.  Oh, please not that again!

"Want me to help you look for it?"

"No, but thanks anyway.  I can't chance spreading the
leaves again.  Mom goes ballistic whenever there is a
mess to clean.  Even out here."

The foot left her anus and Laura relaxed in relief.  She
immediately tensed up again when a slim foot began a
leisurely sliding motion over her vulnerable vulva.

"Ah, 'goes ballistic'?"

"Becomes very upset."

"Oh, I see.  Ma-ma is the same way.  We must be Christian
in thought and deed at all times."

"'Blessed Be The Pure At Heart.'  Isn't that hung on your
living room wall?"

Laura was becoming increasingly preoccupied with Missy's
foot rubbing against her vulva.  Being naked in such
close proximity to such an innocent girl like Joan was
making her body do weird things anyway, but that foot was
driving her absolutely crazy!  She was so worried with
what was happening between her thighs that she hardly
cared when Missy's other foot returned to the area of her
anus.

"Well, yes.  It is."

"Saint Joan."

"Now, cut that out.  It's...it's blasphemous!"

"All right.  Have your parents found you a school yet?"

"No, not yet.  There don't seem to be any Christian
schools around here.  I may have to do another year of
Ma-ma's home tutoring."

"Do you and your sisters all have home tutoring?"

"Oh, yes!  Ma-ma was in college and is very good about
teaching us what we need to know whenever a Christian
school isn't available."

"You move around much?"

"All the time.  Dad needs to be where the painting
contracts are located, so we've been all over."

Laura was going crazy!  The constant rubbing on her vulva
was driving her mad, yet she could do nothing to stop it
without humiliating herself in front of this very virtuous
girl.  Oh no!  Now she felt Missy's toe begin to work
its way into her puckered anus!  She just couldn't
understand why Missy kept doing things like this to her.

"There is always New Berlin."

"A public school?  Oh, my, no!  Everyone knows what a den
of sin and perversion those places are.  Not like good
Christian schools at all!"

Laura could feel Missy's foot now begin to move faster
against her secret cuntal flesh.  The intolerable
pressure was building within her once again!  Missy had
also worked her toe deep into her anus and was moving
that in and out of her as well.  It just wasn't fair!
The feel of the leaves against her nude body, the sweat
dripping from her hanging breasts over her erect
nipples, was driving her closer and closer to a climax
she desperately did not want.

"You could be right.  So, how about a sleep-over one of
these weekends?"

"A sleep-over?  What's that?"

"It's when you come over to my place so we can have some
fun together and then... sleep."

"Gee, I don't know.  Ma-ma hates it when we are not home
by 6."

"You'll be a yard away for goodness' sake!  You can wave
to her out of the kitchen window when ever you feel the
need."

"Well...."

"Oh, come on!  It'll be great!  We can chill out in the
Jacuzzi, listen to some good rock, and tell each other
dirty stories."

"Oh, my!  Ma-ma really doesn't like us to be away for too
long.  Say, you actually know some...stories?"

"A few.  Afterwards, we can watch some special videos my
mother has....  Well, maybe not.  I know!  We can bring out
my telescope and do a little stargazing.  Very
educational.  I am secretary of the New Berlin Astronomy
Club, you know, and this time of year is great for that
sort of thing."

"Gee, I don't know...."

"Well, how about if I come spent the night at your
house?"

"Oh, no.  Ma-ma hates the idea of anyone not family
staying over.  Oh, no.  That wouldn't do at all."

"What if she doesn't know?"

"What?"

"It will be just between us, our little secret.  We can
hide under the covers, stay up late and tell each other
stories and things.  Just leave your bedroom window open
and I'll be there.  Might even bring a friend."

"Gosh, Missy.  I feel so naughty!  I really want to hear
your... you know.  Do you really think it will be all
right?"

Laura tried frantically to concentrate on anything else
but the terrible pressure that was building up in her
body.  Laura couldn't climax right here, she just
couldn't!  It would be far too embarrassing.  She could
lose her teaching certificate if she ever was caught
like this!

Desperate to ignore what was happening between her legs
and buttocks, Laura found herself thinking of Joan, Saint
Joan.  Shocked, she realized that she wasn't just
thinking of the beautiful young girl, she was fantasizing
about her!

Laura imagined she was invisible, with her arms reaching
out behind the unsuspecting girl, then circling her waist
and secretly undoing her buttons on that tight sweater
one by one.  She pulled the unfastened sweater opened and
started to gently tease the pristine breasts protected in
their bra.  She could easily see in her mind the girl
becoming flushed at the intimate contact.

Laura vaguely felt Missy's toes smoothly enter her well-
lubricated vagina, but she was so lost in her fantastic
daydream she simply did not care any more.  It just made
her dream that much more intense.

After the virgin's nipples were erect, she would snake
her hands down Joan's soft tummy, pop the snap on her
jeans, and force open the zipper.  The hands would
continued their insidious journey down the girl's front,
ducking under the waistband of her panties until she
could touch...!

"Ugh!" gasped Laura as the air was unexpectedly knocked
out of her.  Her arms collapsed as her body spasmed
uncontrollably.  Oh, God!  She had been dreaming about
seducing that virtuous girl and she climaxed!  She
actually climaxed!  Oh, God!  What was she doing?

"Did you see that?  That pile just moved!"

"That was my foot, idiot."

"Oh.  But I can hear a noise, too.  A kind of gasping."

"'Gasping.'  OK, I can see that it's probably time for
you to head home.  Too much fresh air does that to people
sometimes."

"Oh, gee.  Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to.  Saturdays are busy times here.
Anyway, think over that sleep-over idea, and when you
finally get up the nerve, we can do it any night of the
week, your place or mine."

"What?  Even school nights?"

"Even school nights.  All you have to do is leave your
bedroom window open a little and I'll be over that night
at 10.  It's that easy.  OK?"

"My goodness!  You would come over that late?  We're all
usually in bed by then."

"Even better.  Bed is the best place for you."

"What?"

"Never mind.  Go home, Joan.  Come back any time.  Oh,
just leave that chair where it is, will you?  Mom and I
will be out here shortly.  Like I said, it's a busy day."

*****

After Joan left, Missy and her mother returned to Laura's
pile carrying Laura's sweater, a lap-top computer, and
what looked like a sewing kit.

A worn Laura stuck her hand out of the leaves and waved
gratefully.  She stuck her head out and called to them,
"Thank you!"

The two sat close by the front of the pile and, to
Laura's astonished gaze, with lightening fingers quickly
mended her sweater.

"Oh, my!," she gushed.  "That's just wonderful!  Thank
you!  Now, if you could just toss it over here?"

THAT LEAF PILE YOU JUST DESTROYED TOOK ME 30 MINUTES TO
COLLECT.  REPLACE IT

"Oh, please.  It was an accident.  I'll fix it later.
Honest.  Just let me get dressed and go home first, okay?
Please?"

FIX IT NOW

"Oh!"

Defeated once again by this formidable woman, Laura
reluctantly stood up and, covered with leaves, surveyed
the damage.  Her wild dive into the pile had scattered
over half of the leaves all over that part of the yard.

She was completely naked except for her socks and shoes,
yet Doris expected her to do yard word.  Laura looked
down and saw with shame how the leaves had clumped around
her wet crotch and inner thighs, sticking to her vaginal
fluids which were still flowing from her latest failure
to prevent herself from having a climax.

Sniffling, the befuddled Laura tried to kick the leaves
back where they belonged as she covered herself, but that
just spread them around.  Eventually, she got down on her
knees and, crying openly now, scooped up as many leaves
as she could carry, then walked still on her knees over
to the destroyed pile.

She could not tell after a while which were the leaves
from the destroyed pile and which had simply not been
raked yet, so in her misery she just started to collect
them all.  She refused to ask the carefully watching
Missy or her mother which leaves were which.  Laura knew
that the question would not be necessary.  They would
tell her when she had done enough.

Thankfully, she finally got her shattered nerves under
control enough to stop crying.  As she worked on and on,
Laura no longer worried about covering herself from
prying eyes.  She just wanted to be finished and go.  She
did try to keep herself as still as possible, so that her
breasts wouldn't move on her chest so much, but she found
that it was impossible.  They moved all the time!

An eternity passed before Doris finally held up her right
hand to tell the dispirited teacher that she had done
enough.  As Laura approached her to ask for her sweater
again, she noticed from the clock on the computer screen
that over three hours had passed since she had first
joined them in the yard.

She couldn't believe it.  My God!  What happened to the
time?

Expecting yet another delay in her attempts to get
dressed and leave, Laura was pleasantly surprised and
thankful when Doris so readily returned her mended
sweater.  Not waiting to go inside, she quickly brushed
herself off and then slipped it on, all in the bemused
presence of Missy and her mother.

Laura immediately noticed that the sweater fit her
differently.  It was about an inch shorter than it had
been before.  Probably happened because of the repairs.

"Damn," she said quietly as she looked it over.  Now it
will be even more difficult than before to keep herself
covered.  She just had to get home before anything else
happened with this strange family.

"I really must leave now!" she said, as insistent as she
could while standing before the Manchesters half-
undressed, with her mind completely fogged with the worst
hangover she ever had.

Her eyes opened wide when Missy cheerfully waved goodbye
to her.

THANK YOU FOR HELPING US.  WE ARE LEAVING FOR A LITTLE
SHOPPING NOW OURSELVES.  DO YOU NEED A RIDE HOME?

"No, thank you.  I'll be fine,"  Laura said, still amazed
that she could get away so easily.

They all returned to the house.  As Doris went about
preparing to leave, Missy escorted Laura to the front
door.

"Well," said the uneasy Laura, still dazed over what had
happened earlier with the girl.  In the close space of
the foyer she couldn't help but think of the liberties
this mere child had taken with her body.  She knew she
must put a stop to this strange playfulness of Missy's
before it got totally out of hand.  She was still
wondering what she should say to the teenager when Missy
unexpectedly pulled them together and kissed her fully on
the lips as the teenager's knowledgeable hands worked on
Laura's bare, leaf-covered buttocks.

Laura's mind went blank as the girl's heady scent filled
her senses.  She was about to protest when Missy, after a
final pat on her behind, broke the kiss and then pushed
the flabbergasted teacher out the door.

"Missy!" she gasped as she blushed a deep red.  "You
shouldn't do that!"

Laura was about to protest further to the grinning teenager
when she suddenly realized she was now outside the house
and not holding down her sweater.

"Oh my God!" she cried as she frantically pulled down
with both hands on the shortened garment.  Turning, she
dashed across the front lawn and up the sidewalk to where
she had parked her car the evening before.

"Oh, no!"  Laura wailed.

She had to use one hand to open her car door.  Desperate,
she took the chance and finally entered the relative safety
of her car.  But to her dismay she discovered that she couldn't
drive!  Her sweater was so short now her pubic triangle would
be constantly exposed, unless she could use both hands to
hold the sweater down, and her car had a manual
transmission!  She had run out of hands!

Ready to burst into tears at any moment, Laura saw an old
van start to back out of the Manchester driveway.

"Yes!" she hissed and quickly jumped out of her car.

Once again covering herself with the sweater, she ran
screaming to the van.

"Wait!  Wait for me!"

The van slowed to a stop and Laura swiftly went around to
the passenger side, where the large loading door was
already opened for her.

"Thank you!  Thank you!" she panted as she went to the
far corner of an empty bench seat and gratefully sat
down.  Missy immediately joined her and rested her head
on the amused Laura's shoulder.

*****

When the van pulled up in front of her house, the first
thing that the blurry-eyed Laura noticed was the neat row
of new packing boxes aligned next to the sidewalk.  On
top of one box she saw her modest stereo system, on
another was her bedroom desk lamp, and on yet another was
her aging computer.

With a sinking feeling of disbelief, she quickly left the
van and ran to the boxes.  She opened the one nearest her
and found it full of her clothes, all neatly folded.
Another box contained all of her college textbooks and
references on education.

"I don't believe it!"

All her possessions, everything she owned in this world
that she had kept here at her home was now out on the
sidewalk.  They had thrown her out!

She stared open-mouthed at the house for a moment, then
started striding swiftly up the walk toward the front
door.  A barrage of Greek coming from the house stopped
her!

After repeated hearings of the words, "slut", "whore",
and "ungrateful wretch", Laura began to get angry.

She had been the dutiful daughter for 22 years and this
was how they repaid her?  She let go of the bottom of her
sweater and deliberately raised her arms so that her
hands were soon high above her head.  A high-pitched
shriek from the house went echoing around the quiet
neighborhood.  Showing her open palms with splayed
fingers toward the house, Laura moved her hands and naked
pelvis forward and back in a single, sharp gesture.  The
shriek stopped, only to return seconds later joined by
several others.

Laura dropped her arms and rubbed her hands together in
front of her as she said loudly,

"And that takes care of that!"

Laughing, she started moving her things into the back of
the van, and was soon helped by the Manchesters.  She
made no effort to cover herself in any way as the van was
packed solid.

It was only after the loaded van had left her old
neighborhood that Laura discovered she couldn't contain
herself any longer.  Desolate, she could only cry on her
student's shoulder uncontrollably as she tightly hugged
her, uncaring that her sweater had worked its way up to
her waist.  She moaned,

"They threw me out!  How could they throw me out?"

When she felt Missy playfully toying with her exposed
pubic hair as she picked out bits of leaf, she was far
too distraught to protest to the child.  Besides, Laura
knew that the teenager, in her own sweet way, was just
trying to cheer her up.

Lost in her misery, Laura had no idea of their
destination, nor did she care.  She just clung to Missy
desperately as she asked herself again and again,

"What am I going to do?"

The van bumped to a stop, and Laura saw that they had
returned to the Manchester driveway.  She realized the
logic of it immediately.  Where else could she go for
now, without money or any of her identification?

"Th-thank y-you," she sobbed to Missy, who just smiled in
a comforting way and patted her on her uncovered right
hip.

When Doris opened the side door to the van, the crying
Laura discovered she couldn't move.  She felt so dead
inside, so empty, so tired.  She was also aware again of
how she was dressed.  Even in her dulled state, she
realized she shouldn't go out like this!

Yet, when she felt Missy's hand circle her naked waist
and start to pull her from the van, it was such a natural
gesture that Laura easily moved with her.  Once outside
the van, she tried to pull down her sweater, but Missy's
guiding arm around her waist prevented her from covering
herself as they walked slowly toward the house.

Just before entering, the dejected Laura turned and saw
Missy's mother start to unload the van.

"What nice people," she said, as Missy led her through
the foyer and to the living room couch.  She thought nothing
of it when Missy pulled her sweater off over her head, then
had her lay down on the couch, where she removed her shoes
and socks.

Laura laid there for some time, when she began to sense
intense activity going on around her.  She opened her
eyes and, through her drying tears, saw the Manchesters
repeatedly pass by carrying her things into the house.
Shamed by all of this work being done on her behalf as
she lay uselessly on the couch, Laura rubbed her hands
over her face to help clear her head, then stood up and
took the first box (it was carried by Doris) that came
her way.

She followed Doris through the house and down into the
large basement, where she saw her things were being
stacked in the far end of the paneled recreation room.
When she started going through a box, looking for
something to wear, Doris tapped her wristwatch and shook
her head.

"No time now.  I understand," Laura said with a slight
smile.

Laura led the way back upstairs and to the front
of the house, passing a grinning Missy who was loaded
with another box going to the basement along the way.

When at the front door she stopped.  She had expected
Missy and her mother to pass her the remaining boxes and
her other things as she waited just inside the door for
them.  She was very surprised when Doris started to push
her from behind to go outside the door!

She turned to face the woman.

"Oh, no," she pleaded.  "I can't do that.  Please, Mrs.
Manchester, er, Doris.  I'm completely naked!  I can't go out
there!"

But the implacable Doris merely pointed towards the van,
and started walking towards her.  Very conscious now of
her nudity, Laura could only back up in the narrow foyer
as the woman continued to near her.  Soon she felt the
cold mesh of the screen door pressing against her
buttocks, yet Doris still moved silently towards her.

The woman was almost up against her breasts when Laura
could not take it any longer and backed out the door.
Stunned, she realized that she was now outside the front
of the house and completely naked.  She almost bent
completely over in her frantic efforts to cover herself.

She saw Mrs. Manchester once again point to the van, and
Laura understood.  She had to help unload the van or she
might be out here for a long time.  She dashed crouching
to the opened back of the van, but was disappointed to
find that all the remaining items were deep in the van's
interior, and out of her reach.

"Damn!" she muttered as she crawled into the van on hands
and knees, her proud breasts dangling freely beneath her.
She grabbed the first box she could reach and dragged it
to the rear of the van.  Laura jumped out and, using the
box as cover, was ready to run to the house when she
found Mrs. Manchester standing in her way, pointing into
the van's interior.

"What?" a very nervous Laura asked, crouching behind her
box.  "What now?"

Mrs. Manchester just waved her hand once at everything
still inside the van, then waited.

"Oh, God!  You don't want me to take out everything now,
do you?" the astonished Laura asked, and Doris nodded.

"Oh, God!  What if someone should...!" started Laura, but
she stopped as Mrs. Manchester just stood there looking
at her, with her arms folded across her chest and her
head tilted a little to the left.

"Oh, God!" Laura cried.  She then threw down her box and
went scrambling back into the van.

She was deep in her work when she heard a sound behind
her and froze.  With great trepidation, Laura looked over
her right shoulder and saw with horror a stout, middle-
aged woman standing at the back of the van.  The woman's
watery blue eyes, greatly magnified by her thick glasses,
were looking right at her!

"What on earth are you doing?" the woman demanded, as she
dramatically lifted her right hand and pointed a stubby
forefinger at the quaking Laura.

"EEEK!" Laura screeched.  She scrambled to hide behind
one of her boxes.

"I said, what do you think you're doing?"

"These...these are my th-things.  I'm staying here...with the
Manchesters and these are my things."

"Look, girl.  I'm not stupid you know.  I'm leader of the
local Neighborhood Watch.  Is this another of those
stupid sorority initiations?  I told them at the
university what would happen if you young rich girls
insisted on coming back here and disrupting working
peoples' lives for the sake of your own selfish
amusement.  Come with me."

"What!"

Laura could not believe it when the stout woman nimbly
entered the back of the van and moved towards her.  She
backed into the corner formed by a bench seat and the
side of the van, where she crouched in fear as the older
woman came ever closer.

"Come with me.  I'll show them who is bluffing who."

"But I'm not with a sorority!"

"Of course not.  I'm not stupid.  You have to finish the
initiation first.  Except now you'll have to finish with
me first!"

So intent was Laura on protecting herself from the older
woman's haughty gaze that she was unable to resist when
the woman started to drag her towards the open rear of
the van.

"You don't understand!  Are you blind?  Can't you see?
I'm not dressed.  I'm...I'm completely naked!  I can't go
with you!  Everyone will see me!"

"Ha!  You come naked into my neighborhood and start
messing with peoples' stuff, and I'm the one who doesn't
understand?  Ha!  Come along now."

Laura was weeping helplessly by the time the woman pulled
her out of the van.

"I, Bertha Wolf, am making a citizen's arrest, you young
hussy!"

"Wait! (sob) You'll see.  Mrs. Manchester!  Mrs.
Manchester, please help me!" Laura shouted.  But the
Manchesters were not to be seen.

"So, you're a guest of Mrs. Manchester?" Bertha Wolf
thundered righteously.  "Like hell you are!  I happen to
know Doris very well, and that fine lady happens to be
deaf as a post.  So, calling her name isn't going to do
you much good, now, is it?"

"Oh!  I forgot!  I really don't feel well.  My head.
And..."

"Sure, honey.  Let's go!"

A thoroughly alarmed Laura felt herself being pushed from
behind!

"What are you doing?  No! I can't!  I don't have any
clothes on!  I can't walk around like this!"

"Resisting, eh?  Try these on for size, then."

"What's that?  What are you doing with my hands?  Oh my
God!  You've handcuffed me!  Oh God!  My hands are behind
me!  I can't even...!  Oh God!"

Laura stood naked outside the van.  Her cuffed hands had
her shoulders thrown back, causing her proud breasts to
be thrust forward.  Her nude body gleamed in the bright
afternoon sun.  Laura had never felt so humiliated!

"Come on, you.  Let's go talk with Doris Manchester a
moment, then I'm calling a squad car."

"But I can't...!

SMACK!

"You hit me!  Whaaa!"

"Move your little tush or I'll really make it black-and-
blue for you!"

Desperate to get inside before someone should see her
like this, Laura eagerly walked, practically ran, to the
closed front door.

"They'll help me!" she told herself.

"They will save me from this horrible woman!"

She tried to knock on the door, but realized that she
would have to turn around and face the street, exposing
her naked front to the world, in order to use her cuffed
hands.  "Oh, God," she cried as she now had to wait for
her puffing companion to join her.  Bertha Wolf rang the
bell and stood patiently, as Laura fidgeted helplessly
beside her, for someone to come.

Missy's mother opened the door, and gave them both a
bored, quizzical expression.

"I'm terribly sorry to bother you, Doris," said Bertha
Wolf apologetically, "but this young woman claims to be a
friend of yours.  I caught her going through your van."

Mrs. Manchester nodded once.

"So, she is a friend, then?  Well, my mistake.  Oh, hang
it!  I don't have my keys with me.  Mind if I take your
friend with me over to my place a moment, so I can take
those silly cuffs off of her?"

"No!" cried Laura, but she noticed to her dismay that no
one was paying the slightest attention to her.

Mrs. Manchester nodded once again.

"Fine!  She'll be right back, Mrs. M, never fear."

"No!" cried Laura again.  "I don't want to go with you!
I want to stay here!!  Please, Doris!  Please let me
stay!"

"You asked for this!" said Bertha sternly as she moved
behind Laura.

Laura felt an arm go around her waist just before
receiving a sharp "smack" on her left buttock!

"Ow!" she cried in astonishment and pain as she rubbed
her sore buttock with the backs of her fastened hands.

SMACK!

Again she felt a sharp pain, only this time on her right
buttock!  Then she realized what was happening.  She was
being spanked while she was stark naked in public!

Laura desperately twisted and turned to protect her
tender buttocks, but she was too restrained by Bertha
Wolf to be able to escape the relentless woman's hand.
Finally she just gave up and stood there bawling like a
baby, too overwhelmed with humiliation and shock to fight
any more the blows raining down upon her helpless,
quivering flesh!

"Good!" Bertha said as she stopped.  That's more like it.
And stop blubbering, will you.  That didn't hurt a bit.
Now move."

Blinded by her tears, Laura could only go in whatever
direction wherever that terrible woman told her, all the
time leading her farther and farther away from the
sanctuary of the Manchester home.  The woman was correct,
though.  Her poor bottom felt like she had gotten a mild
sunburn there, and that was all.  It did not really
bother her.  It was the idea of being spanked in such a
humiliating way that caused her such distress.

Laura hung her head in shame and prayed that her falling
hair would hide her face as she padded naked and barefoot
along the sidewalk in this quiet, old established
neighborhood to this strange woman's home.  Her utter
humiliation at the hands of this total stranger was
complete.  Her life was surely over.  This couldn't get
any worse.

A ranch-style house with 'B. Wolf' on the mailbox in
front was thankfully only a few homes away.  Laura turned
automatically up the front walk and started for the door,
only to be stopped by a sharp tug on her cuffed hands.

"The garage door for you, hussy!"

As she walked across the wide front lawn towards the
attached garage, Laura noticed for the first time that
the long, curved driveway was crowded with vans.  Her
pace became slower and slower as she realized that this
place must be packed with people.  Oh God!  Something was
going on here!

It was only the intense desire to get anywhere inside
that allowed her to enter the opened garage.

She stood cringing in front of the closed kitchen door as
she waited for her tormentor to open it for her.

"Wipe your feet, slut!"

Laura obediently wiped her dirty feet on the mat.

Bertha opened the door and Laura carefully made her way
inside the cheerful-looking but deserted kitchen.

"My headquarters are in the basement," Bertha said.

Laura went to the open basement door, but hesitated.
Quite a few voices were coming up from the basement,
although she could not see any one down the dark
stairway.  She was not at all sure of what she was
getting into here, and, even in the depths of her
terrible misery, it was starting to make her feel very
nervous!

"The keys are down there, so move it!"

Yet Laura still couldn't move.  To be seen at a distance
like this was bad enough, but to be seen up close by
anyone would have been simply intolerable!

She shook her head wildly, and said "I can't go down...Oh!"

A hand on her right buttock got her moving swiftly down
the stairs.  At the bottom of the stairs, Laura found
herself confronted by a narrow carpeted corridor leading
into a bewildering plasterboard maze with doors and
corridors on either side.

"Go right, right, left and right," the woman said in
answer to Laura's unspoken question.

Following the directions, Laura was soon confronted by a
door labeled "Neighborhood Watch, Official Business
Only".

Inside the small, poorly-lit room was crowded a desk
with chair, a file cabinet, a small microwave oven on a
stand, and the same type of examining table found in a
doctor's office.  In spite of the room's size, there was
second door on the room's far side.

After closing the door behind them, Bertha growled,

"Turn around."

Fearfully, Laura turned her back to the woman, only to
have her handcuffs removed.

"Thank you!" she said gratefully as she rubbed her sore
wrists.

"You are welcome," the woman said politely.  "Now, get up
on the table.  We are required to do a cavity search on
all suspects."

"But I'm not a suspect!" Laura protested.  "Mrs.
Manchester told you she knew who I was, didn't she?"

"Yes, but you were a suspect, weren't you?  So get up on
the table and then you can leave."

"Oh, God," she muttered.  "Will this never end?"

If only the damn pounding in her head would stop for a
moment and let her think clearly.  She was so confused by
everything that had happened, she didn't know what to do
any more.

She reluctantly turned and sat on the table.  "What do my
teeth have to do with anything, anyway?" Laura
complained.  "They're perfect."

"Lie down on your stomach, and quit whining!"

"Oh, but this is so silly!" she protested weakly as she
laid face-down on the long table.  "I don't even have any
cavities!"

She took the small pillow offered by Bertha and placed it
gratefully under her aching head.

Laura heard Bertha place something in the microwave, then
turn it on. The oven turned itself off after a few
seconds and Laura heard the oven door open once again.
Soon a heady fragrance filled the air of the confined
room.

The nervous Laura was startled to feel something very
warm being applied to the back of her shoulders.  "Oh!
What's that?"

"It's...it's a disinfectant," choked a strangely agitated
Bertha Wolf.  "You must be completely sterile before we
can do the ex...examination."

"Oh.  Okay, but only if it's required," the dazed Laura
reluctantly agreed.  "In the mean time, could I please
have a towel or something to cover myself with?"

"N-no.  Can't c-clean you if you're c-covered."

"Oh.  Right."

Laura couldn't understand what that woman was so
obviously nervous about.  She could even feel a trembling
in her hands as they applied the disinfectant to her
back.  After all, she wasn't the one laying naked on a
table!

Despite the unusual circumstances, Laura realized it was
practically her first chance to relax since this very
strange and exhausting day began.  As she had to be here
anyway, she might as well make the best of it.  She
sighed and closed her eyes, intently thankful that she
wasn't on public display outside any more.  At least it
was much more comfortable for her to be here, and as soon
as this strange woman quickly finished with whatever it
was she had to do, then she would borrow some clothes
from her and get back home.  Except she had no home any
more.

Choking back a sob, she drove that thought from her
overwrought mind.  Better not think about anything for a
while, she decided.  Better that way.  Otherwise she was
sure to make a fool of herself in front of this woman,
even more then she had already, if that was possible.

If she had to be checked for cavities (honestly!), the
cleaning was probably for the best, anyway.  Laura knew
she hadn't been able to wash since this morning and was
certain her body was pretty ripe by now.  And the smell
of that disinfectant was simply heavenly.  Still, it
seemed an awful lot of trouble just to check out her
teeth.

As the strong hands worked on her upper back, Laura was
amazed at the way this disinfectant worked.  It didn't
dry off like any other alcohol-based cleaner she had been
exposed to.  Instead, this one felt like it was actually
coating her in a thick film of warm oil.  She had never
had anything like it.  The feeling on her skin was
delicious!

She was almost purring by the time the hands had worked
their way down to her waist.  When Laura first felt a
hand on her upper swell of her jutting buttocks, she
stiffened.  She hadn't realized that her being cleaned
would include her behind as well.  What had that to do
with her teeth?

When she felt the mild burning of her poor abused
buttocks being replaced by a wonderful deep warmth she
relaxed again.  If that woman could make her feel even a
little better after what she had done to her, an innocent
teacher, then it was well worth enduring the indignity of
having her behind touched a little.

Bertha worked on the firm muscles of her buttocks and she
melted.  Oh, that felt so good!  Laura was glad though
when the woman's hands moved to the backs of her thighs,
because it was starting to feel a little too good.  She
could sense her body start to respond in a very un-medical
way to the through application of the disinfectant on her
behind.

A large amount of disinfectant must have accidentally
worked it way between her thighs, because Laura was
suddenly aware of an all-consuming warmth covering her
vulva!

"Oh!" she cried and her body stiffened as she
desperately fought a sudden surprising urge to climax.

"Damn!  Now I've spilled some," Laura dimly heard the
woman say and then felt her hands move between her oil-
slick thighs to presumably try and collect the dripping
disinfectant.

But to do that, the woman's hands had to move all over
her incredibly responsive secret places.  Although she
tried desperately to fight it, the glorious sensations
coming from her sex were soon too much for her, and
before Laura knew it her body was shaking madly under the
effects of a monstrous orgasm.

"Oh, no!" she wailed as her body started to spasm from a
continuous chain of climaxes.

Frantic, Laura's hips danced madly in her efforts to escape the
woman's deadly if unintentional stimulation.  She knew that
Bertha must not have realized what was happening to her,
because the woman's hands were still busy on her pulsating
and jumping crotch, trying to collect the spilled disinfectant.

It was maddening!  As soon as she recovered from one climax,
another would immediately begin.  Oh, God!  This woman was
making her cum again and again, and she didn't even know it!

Finally a gasping Laura had a chance to recover when the
woman started working down her legs.  She lay limply on
the table, trying desperately to get her body under
control again.  But the effects of the oddly sensual
disinfectant and the woman's hands were keeping her right
on the edge.  Even now, Laura was ashamed to realize she
strongly wanted to cum!

Her legs finished, Laura waited dully for the woman to
finish. She felt her oiled buttocks being pried apart,
then there was a sharp pain in her anus which quickly
faded.  The dazed Laura wondered what the woman was doing
there of all places.  Then she sensed the woman moving up
to her shoulders.  Thank God!  She must be almost done.

But to Laura's disappointment, the woman merely flipped
her over on her back.  When she felt the warm oil being
applied on her upper chest, Laura panicked. She was
almost out of control here, and she knew she could not
take any more of this!  Her body was so ready as it was,
if that woman should even touch her breasts she would cum
again for sure!

Laura weakly pushed the woman's hands away and rolled off
of the table.  She was surprised when the woman made no
move to stop her.  She staggered to her feet and looked
for the door.  There were two, and in her mind-shattered
state she couldn't remember which door she had used
earlier.

She went to the one closest to her and opened it.

"Damn," she muttered, faced with the prospect of another
featureless corridor with closed doors to either side and
other corridors branching off into the darkness.  She
looked behind her and saw Bertha Wolf closing the bottle
of disinfectant and placing it back in the microwave
oven.

"Oh, God!"  The woman still intended to finish her
cleaning.  Laura hurried down the corridor as fast as her
spinning head would allow.

Soon hopelessly lost, Laura continued to stumble along
the seemingly endless passage.

"How big is this damned basement, anyway?" she wailed
in her frustration at being unable to find an exit.

Finally, the right side of the corridor gave way to a
cinder block wall.  At regular intervals, Laura saw that
there were large opaque glass bricks set high into the
wall to allow light into the basement.  At the half-way
point in going down the passage, she found one of the
glass blocks was also designed to be opened as a window.

"Yes!" she exclaimed with satisfaction.  Now all she had
to do was get up there and she was out of here!

She tried reaching for the latch, but stopped when her
already erect nipples scraped painfully against the
cinder block wall.

"Ow!" she cried and tried to rub the hurt away with her
hands.  "Damn!  I'll never go naked anywhere again!"

The latch was too high for her to reach anyway.  She had
to find something to climb on and fast.  She had not seen
the Wolf woman in some time and her vagina tingled in
happy anticipation of what that obviously maladroit woman
might accidentally yet do to her poor defenseless body.

She went to the nearest door on the other side of the
corridor and was pleased to find it wasn't locked like
the others she had tried.  It was a small closet, filled
solid with clothes and old appliances.  Instead of the
hoped for step ladder, what she found tucked into a
corner was an old, ornately painted wooden serving cart.

"Well, it'll just have to do," Laura said.

She wheeled the small cart out of the room and placed it
under the window.  Laura climbed onto the rickety card,
and stood uncertainly for a moment on the shaking
platform as it creaked ominously under her weight.

"Oh, God," she muttered.  "Please hold."

The latch was within easy reach now and she opened it.
Being very careful about her sensitive breasts, she
pulled herself up to the high opening.  Sensing freedom,
Laura pushed on the cart to give her enough leverage to
climb over the sill.

"Oh, no!" she cried as she felt the cart start to move
under her feet.  She tried to pull herself over the sill
but it was too late.  The cart rolled across the narrow
passage until it stopped against the opposite wall, with
Laura's toes still barely on the upper rim.  Only her
upper body had made it through the opening, her arms
stretched out in front of her, her hands clutching the
grass desperately to keep her from sliding back into the
basement.  Her breasts were pressed firmly into the thick
lawn, the soft grass tickling her naked skin.

"Shit!"  Laura tried to pull herself out, but only
succeeded in pulling up the grass in large clumps.  All
she could do was hang on, and pray that someone would
soon come along and find her here in the back of the
house.

The sound of feminine giggling on her left made her turn
her head.

"Oh, no!" she whispered as a group of young
Girl Scouts walked around the corner of the house.

"Look at her!" one of them cried as she pointed at her.

As the girls ran over to her, Laura could not bear the
thought of them looking at her like this.  She quickly
turned her head and shamefully buried her face in the
long grass.  She could hear them walking close around
her.

"What's she doing?"

"Beats me."

Laura started when she felt someone touching her back.

"Jumpy, isn't she?"

"Yuck!  She's all slippery."

Laura could feel general touching now all along her upper
back.

"You're right.  She is slippery!"

"Ugh!  That's...that's disgusting!"

"What's that weird bulge by her chest?"

"That's her...you know."

"Her what?  Oh!  Not her...!  Not her...like you said!
You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not.  Watch this.  If you'll look over here,
you'll see the other one."

"Golly!"

"Look at that!"

"She's...she's topless!"

"Wow!"

"Think she'd mind if I touched one?"

Laura was finally going to say something about all this
when she felt something very warm and heavy being applied
to her stomach.  Oh God no!  The Wolf woman had found her
and was applying the disinfectant even as she was strung
helplessly across the corridor!  Laura had to bite her
lower lip to keep from crying out as the warm oil soon
covered her pelvis.

"Gee, I don't know..."

"Just a little touch.  Like this."

Laura felt a slight probing touch on the side of her left
breast, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Bertha Wolf was working the warm oil between her
trembling legs and it was all she could do not to cum in
front of these scouts!

"Look, she didn't do anything."

"Let me do one."

"And me!"

"Me too!"

Hands began to freely touch the outsides of her bulging
breasts.  Some small hands even sneaked under them to
slyly tweak her vulnerable nipples.

Helpless under this dual assault, Laura felt her body
weakening.  Her hands lost their grip on the thick grass
and, to cries of regret from the young girls, she began
to slowly slide back down through the basement opening,
her breasts dragging sensually on the grass beneath her.
She held her breath and waited fearfully for the long
fall to the floor, but it did not happen.

Just as she cleared the opening, Laura found herself
slung face down over the sturdy Bertha Wolf's right
shoulder, the woman's hand still applying the warm
disinfectant between her thighs to her crotch.

"All right, girls," Bertha called through the opening.
"Get back around to the front where you belong.  This is
just Neighborhood Watch business and nothing important."

"Okay, Mrs. Wolf."

As Laura felt herself being carried back to Mrs. Wolf's
office, she climaxed yet again.  By the time they
returned to the office, and Bertha Wolf had laid her
tenderly face up on the table, Laura was so stunned she
had no fight left.

She laid pliantly as Mrs. Wolf thoroughly coated her
swollen breasts and sensitive torso to fantastic effect
with the oily disinfectant.  She thought nothing of how
Mrs. Wolf then arranged her legs so that they draped over
either side of the narrow table.  She knew her over-
heated sex was now shamelessly exposed to this strange
woman, but for the moment she did not care.

When she felt Bertha Wolf insert something smoothly into
her well-lubricated vagina, a vague alarm went off in her
dazed mind.  Something was wrong here, Laura started to
realize.  Just what kind of cavity search was this,
anyway?

"Now we begin," Bertha Wolf said with great satisfaction.

Laura thought she heard a double-click, and then her body
went absolutely mad!  She knew she was flopping on the
table like a fish out of water, but she could not help
it.  The twin vibrations coming from her bowels and
vagina were driving her crazy!  She couldn't understand
what the woman had done to her to make her like this.

"Make it stop!  Oh, God!  It's too good!  You must make
it stop!"

"Confess first!"

"What!"

"Confess your crimes, your sins!  Confess everything,
slut, and it will stop!"

"Oh, God!"

"Confess!"

"Oh, God!"

"Confess I said!  You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

Laura watched wide-eyed as Bertha Wolf took her dancing
breasts in her hands and start to rub her thumbs over the
erect nipples.

"Oh, God!  Yes!  Yes, I've...I've been bad.  I've...I've
played with myself, and...I've...teased."

"Tell me more about your teasing, slut!"

"Oh, God!  Please!  I...I love to tease.  It...Oh God!  I
love to have people watch me.  I love it!!  It makes me
feel so sexy, so creamy inside."

"Yes, and...?"

"Oh, God!  Missy!  Please stop it!  I can't take anymore!
Please!  Missy!  Oh, God!  Missy!  I love it when Missy
touches me.  I love it!!"

"Okay," said Bertha Wolf.  "So much for the clients.  Now
just one more thing for me and we are done."

Laura felt her mind turn to jelly as the inexplicable
vibrations occurring within greatly increased.  She
screamed helplessly as her body arched over the table
taut as a bow-string, consumed by one final orgasm before
blessed darkness finally overcame her.

*****

Laura awoke to find herself in the Manchester van once
again.  She sat up and could tell by the sun that it was
now very late afternoon.

"What the hell happened?"

One moment she was being cleaned by that terrible Wolf
woman and the next she was back here several hours later.
My God!  She must be losing her mind!

She had to still get her stuff out and into her new home,
and here she was just sleeping the day away.  She rose up
from the bench seat she had been laying on and slowly
made her way to the back of the van.

Soon all her things were on the ground outside of the
van.  The exhausted Laura crouched in the back, looking
out of the van's many windows to see if anyone was around
before leaving the van again.

Believing the coast was clear, Laura jumped out and
swiftly began gathering up as much as she could carry,
trying to get as little of the thick coating of her
fragrant disinfectant on her things as possible.  Arms
full, she moved as fast as she could towards the house,
and safety.

Outside the front door, she found Missy waiting for her.

"Missy, honey.  Please move so I can get in!"  the
distraught Laura pleaded, so nervous by now that she
could not stand still, but was hopping from foot to foot.

But Missy just pointed to a spot on the ground by the
door, then back to the van.

"Oh, no!  Missy, please let me in!  Please?"

But Missy did not stand aside for her.  Instead, the
teenager adopted a stance identical to the one her mother
had used on her earlier.

"Oh, God!" Laura cried, then threw down her things and
went running frantically towards her pile behind the van.
It was only when she had brought everything to the door
that Missy allowed her to start carrying it all to the
basement.

It was while Laura was sorting through her things,
following her last trip to the basement, that she noticed
the change within her.  Her body was strangely sore and
covered in sweat and oil from all of the carrying and
running back and forth, not to mention her recent
encounter with that terrible Wolf woman, and she felt
totally exhausted.  Laura was completely drained, both
physically and mentally.  Oddly enough though, she
realized that she was feeling better now than she had
been all day.

She was far from being happy, she knew, yet she no longer
wanted to simply curl up in a fetal ball and die, or
better yet, to change her name and move out of town.
She wondered if it was part of this weird business of
being nude all day.  It was proving to be a quite
unexpected turn-on for her.  The constant movement of her
unencumbered breasts, the way her nipples would excitedly
brush against things, such as the dry cardboard of the
boxes, the sensations from her rubbing thighs, the
ceaseless threat of discovery as she bounced and jiggled
from room to room, or from house to house.

It was all really something.  Even the friendly pats of
encouragement she would always receive on her bare behind
from Missy and her mother whenever she passed them (just
like her father used to do when she was growing up)
seemed to add to her growing sense of excitement.

It all did wonders in helping to dispel her dark mood.

She had a great deal to think about in the next few days,
but at least she was finally in a condition to do so.
However, what she needed now was a shower, a very long
sleep, and some clothes.  She didn't even care what
clothes, but after being naked for most of the day, she
was ready!

In spite of the surprising and not (she had to admit)
unpleasant effects, it did make her feel incredibly
vulnerable to be undressed this way.  She also found it
impossible to go against anything Missy or her mother
wanted her to do when she was like this.  She sometimes
felt she had no moral authority of her own as an adult or
even a teacher whatsoever with these two.  How odd!

Of course, she certainly was not being mistreated, not
that she would ever have put up with any kind of funny
business like that, although Missy did seem to have a
weird knack of always finding her when she was at her
most vulnerable to her strange playful games.  The
Manchester family had been kindness itself, taking her in
on such short notice, ignoring the fact that she
attempted a disastrous break-in, or that she kept
accusing Missy of all doing sorts of things.  The fact
that she never got her stolen things back after spending
the night here was solid proof to her that young Missy
couldn't have taken them.  Her mother would have made her
return everything long before this.  She was sure of
that!

Of course, Missy still had two of her bras, a pair
of her stretch pants and one pair of her panties, but the less
said about those to Missy's formidable mother the
better.  That was really just between Missy and her, and
Laura was just waiting for the proper, private moment to
bring it up to the teenager.

In thinking about her lost clothes, Laura's body began to
really tingle as she continued to tiredly sort through
her things alone there in the cool basement rec room.  It
was the kiss, Missy's kiss, that she thought about now.
She had never really had time to think about what really
happened that afternoon in the light control room during
the pep rally.  It was so extraordinary an event, and so
much else had happened in the meantime that she couldn't
even begin to understand.

She paused in her work for a moment and her nude oil-
covered body trembled in remembrance of yesterday
afternoon.  She had been so happy with her success in
conducting the rally, that when Missy had kissed her, it
seemed so natural a gesture that she had thought nothing
of it.  She was sure the teenager was just as happy about
the way things had turned out and had only wanted to
share in her joy.  But the consuming effect it had on her
was anything but natural!  And what followed afterwards!
My, God!  It made her blush just to think about it.  What
had ever possessed her student to peel her tight pants
off of her like that, and then touch her so intimately
before leaving her half-naked in school, she had no idea.
And that was only the beginning, really.  It was another
of those things that she urgently wanted to talk about
with Missy when they were alone.

After living with the Manchesters for even a brief time,
she could tell they valued physical contact as a way of
communicating with each other.  Couple that with Missy's
obviously playful nature and the effect could be quite
startling to the unwary.  Well!  Now that she really knew
what was going on, perhaps her time here could be used to
her advantage.  She had always wanted the opportunity to
take the girl under her wing and provide her with the
maturity she seemed to be lacking.  And here she was,
actually living in the same house with her, if only until
she was able to find a place of her own.

Her teacher instincts, never far from the surface of her
thoughts, were bubbling forth in all their glory, even
now in the midst of her sorrow.  It was why she had gone
into education as a career in the first place, this
powerful desire to help guide the young.  In the middle
of the most disastrous weekend of her life, she knew the
move here could be seen as the greatest stroke of luck in
her relationship with her student!

Of course, Laura dryly realized that there might be a
slight hitch with all this grand planning.  It would
only work if her unintentional move here, as well as the
other bizarre events that have happened to her in the
past two days, didn't cause her to be thrown out of
school on Monday!

On that grim thought, Laura deliberately cleared her mind
and returned to searching through her latest box for the
things she would need while staying as a guest of the
Manchesters.

She heard a sharp rapping sound behind her and turned
around.  There was Doris Manchester, standing half-way up
the wooden steps and making eating gestures.

Laura shook her head an emphatic,

"No!", and went back to her box.  She just had to find all
her clothes and things before she would be able to do
anything else.

Besides, she felt just too bad to eat or even be with
anyone right now.

A single sharp wrap made her stop what she was doing and
slowly turn around once again.  Doris had folded her arms
over her chest and was looking at her steadily with her
head tilted slightly to the left.  Her right index finger
emerged from her crossed arms and lazily pointed up the
stairs.

"Damn," muttered Laura.  "Here we go again with another
naked lunch, or dinner in this case."

She reluctantly nodded her head and, smiling wanly, slowly
walked over to the base of the stairs.

Doris politely indicated that Laura go first, and she
could feel the woman close behind her as her nude body
undulated up the stairs.

"Why does she always want me to go first?" Laura wondered
aloud as she led the way to the kitchen.

At the kitchen table in her usual spot, the nude Laura
idly picked at her salad.  They must do things as a
family here, she reasoned.  Everyone eats together, plays
together, works together, relaxes together.  She had yet
to see either Missy or her mother do anything at home
without somehow involving the other.  Shower together?
Laura chucked at the absurd thought.

"It would save water though," she said to herself.

Laura was talking to herself because for some reason no
one else was, except for Doris once telling her to drink
her skim milk before it got too warm.  Maybe they were
just leaving her alone, which was what she had wanted in
the first place, although working in the basement was
what she really had in mind.  She knew that Missy and
Doris were in a grand discussion about something, and
from the looks she was occasionally getting from them,
she was sure that it involved her.

Watching her hosts, she was becoming much more aware of
the vast amount of information which was being passed
silently between mother and daughter.  For this meal the
keyboards on the table were being ignored completely as
the two silently yet with great animation and high
emotion communicated lovingly with one another.

It was now obvious to her that the computers would in
reality slow them down considerably, and that they were
here mainly for her benefit.

Laura found herself nodding off by the end of the meal.
She hadn't realized she was so tired.  She could barely
keep her eyes open.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

"Oh, yes.  Just...very...tired, that's all," Laura mumbled.

"Need...go...bed."  She wondered when Missy and Doris had
undressed, because both were sitting at the table naked
now.

She tried to stand but her knees gave way and she had to
lean against the table to keep from falling.  "Oh, my!"
she exclaimed in surprise.  She must be more tired then
she thought.  She had to reach her bed before she went to
sleep right there.

Laura was grateful when Missy and her mother quickly got
up from their seats and came over to help her.  Each
placed an arm around her to hold her up as they led her
from the table.  It was too bad that Missy's supporting
arm was high enough to lift her bare breasts, while her
mother's was low enough to circle her naked buttocks, but
Laura was too grateful for their support to worry about
such trivialities.

She was surprised when then took her into the bathroom
and placed her in the shower stall, until she remembered
how dirty she had gotten.

"Can't sleep all icky!" she said loudly.  "Oh, no!"

She stood patiently while they adjusted the water for
her.

"My God, these are good people!" she thought as
they entered the stall and started to soap her down.

She wanted to sing but for some reason she couldn't think of
the words to any of her favorite shower tunes, so she just
hummed instead.  She wondered why they wanted her to bend
over in the narrow stall, but for their sake she tried to
get over as fall as she could.

"How's...this?" she tiredly called when she was looking at
her knees.  Laura was happy at the reassuring pat on the
shoulder she received in reply.  People this good she
would hate to disappoint.  She closed her eyes to save
them from the soap and then the sensations started.

The soap covering her body seemed to have a life of its
own, especially over her privates.  Her hanging breasts
were being wonderfully caressed, the erect nipples
pulled and tweaked until she could only cry out in
pleasure.  But the best was happening between her legs.

She wasn't sure what was occurring behind her, but it was
sublime whatever it was and she did not want it to end at
all.  She spread her legs as wide as possible in the
small stall.  She knew it was ridiculous, but it was
almost as if something had actually entered her.


"Silly!" she giggled to herself as she moved her hips in
joyful rhythm with her imaginary lover.

The seductive feel of the soap over her wet body was
causing her dazed, overheated mind the most exquisite
sensations.

Screaming in ecstasy, she clenched the tiled wall as she
was buffeted by multiple climaxes.

Finally spent, Laura was hardly conscious as she was
washed off, then taken from the stall and dried.  The
last thing she remembered was laying on her water bed as
sweet Missy, the girl's clean scent filling her mind,
gave her still erect nipples a good-night kiss.

*****

End Book II