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 It was another day for a baseball practice.  Shelly had loved getting to
see the big weight boys naked, but she was happy to get back to her
original victims now.  The only bad thing was that going to interview a
baseball player meant that she wouldn't get to see Terence and Charlie's
detention.  Well, you can't have everything.

   The situation was another new one though.  Miss Devasquez was busy with
the detention.  Mindy was there with her, and Shelly didn't mind that since
she would get to see pictures later on.  Miss Hartick was busy though. 
That was why she sent the boys to Devasquez.  So there was only one other
possible chaperone.  Miss Bridle had come to the locker room before, but
this would be the first time she would be the only chaperone.  Shelly had
no idea what to expect from the school counselor.  On the one hand Miss
Bridle had really come through as a supporter of forced male nudity.  On
the other hand she was so well intentioned.  She really wanted to do what
was right.  It was only her lust and the careful convincing of the others
that let her delude herself into thinking it was right to strip the boys
down.

   Shelly walked into Miss Bridle's office, wondering what kind of penis
performance she would take part in.  Miss Bridle welcomed her as warmly as
always.  "Hello, Shelly.  Are you ready to go to the locker room?"

   "I'm always ready for that." Shelly smiled her lusty smile.  She loved
it that Miss Bridle accepted that as "healthy."

   Miss Bridle looked slightly uneasy for a moment though.  "Shelly, I
would like to ask you to consider something."

   "What's that?" Shelly was nervous, but she didn't let it show.

   "Well, we're absolutely going to the boys' lockers, and we will
absolutely watch them undress.  I was wondering if you could possibly get
by one time without taking an actual interview."

   Believe it or not, dear reader, Shelly didn't like that idea at all. 
She loved the nudity, but she also loved the fantasy come to life.  Just
making the boys undress for entertainment sake wouldn't be as much fun. 
Granted, she had enjoyed the bow tie only waiters at the celebration party,
but that was special occasion.  She couldn't stand the thought of just
waltzing into the boys' locker room without an agenda.  "Well, Miss Bridle,
the interviews are the reason we go there.  I mean, I love all the penis as
much as you do, but we can't just go and watch."

   Miss Bridle giggled, both at Shelly's blatant femininity and also at the
misunderstanding.  "No, you see, I have something else in mind.  I won't
force it.  If you need an interview, then that's what we'll do.  However,
now that the school board supports our project, I'd like the chance to
study the situation.  From a psychological point of view."

   "What did you have in mind?  Are you going to psychoanalyze some naked
boys?"

   "Nothing like that.  I just want to observe their reactions to different
variables."

   "Variables?"

   "I'd like to bring along two girls of my choice and have some boys strip
for each girl in turn.  That's you, and then each other girl.  I want to
time the erections and watch their facial responses.  I'll be taking notes
of course."

   "I don't suppose you want to bring along a video camera?"

   "Shelly!" Miss Bridle blushed a bit.  "I've got to admit I like the
idea, but you know we can't do that."

   "I was just joking.  I suppose I could let one interview opportunity go.
I don't suppose you'd let me pick which boys take part in this little
experiment."

   "I suppose that's only fair.  I will group the boys into threes, but you
can choose the nine you want."

   "It's a deal.  Who did you have in mind to bring along?"

   "I have them here." Miss Bridle opened the side door to her office.  The
first girl was Bridget.  She was small and quiet.  She was almost
unnoticeable.  Shelly understood the experiment now.  Bridget was probably
the most harmless girl in the school.  Would the boys be as embarrassed to
strip in front of her?

   Then came a girl who was the opposite of Bridget.  "Skunk," Shelly said.
She wasn't calling her a name.  That was what this girl called herself. 
Some of the teachers even called her Skunk.  She was dressed in black with
that wild hair and the tough girl swagger.  She had her hair dyed dark
black with a white stripe down the middle to fit her nick name.  Everyone
knew who she was.  She wasn't just a death metal type though.  Skunk was a
real criminal type (author's aside here: I'm too old to know if kids still
listen to death metal.  If not, then insert whatever other awful
counterculture crap they listen to now).  She'd been arrested a few times.
People just stayed out of her way.  Shelly was surprised that Miss Bridle
would bring this girl.  It would make sense for Miss Hartick because not
even someone like Skunk wanted trouble with Medusa Hartick.  But Miss
Bridle?

   Shelly couldn't help it.  She had to ask, "Uh, is this really a good
idea?"

   Miss Bridle said, "Eunice has already promised to be on her best
behavior."

   Eunice AKA Skunk took it in stride.  She didn't mind having that kind of
reputation.  "No sweat, Shelly, I want this as much as any girl does.  I'm
not going to ffuck it up for myself."

   "Watch your language, Eunice," Miss Bridle said.

   "Miss Bridle, if your name was Eunice, you'd rather be called Skunk too.
But if it'll get me in to watch the baseball studs in their underwear, then
I'll say sorry.  I'll avoid the "F" word."

   What Shelly took from that was the word underwear.  Skunk thought they
were just going to see boys in their underwear.  "She doesn't know."

   Miss Bridle smirked knowingly.  "Let's go, girls." Miss Bridle led them
along happily.  She made sure to go to the locker room before the boys were
done with practice.  She led the girls along to Coach Grady's office down
there.  "Now, Bridget, Eunice, I need you to stay in here until I come get
you."

   Bridget's eyes got huge.  She was going to be in a small room alone with
Skunk.  She couldn't voice a complaint though.  She did manage to ask, "Can
I, can I, can I go first though?"

   "Well I need Shelly as a control subject.  You can have the next turn
though."

   Skunk couldn't help giving Bridget a look like she was going to eat her.
Miss Bridle didn't notice though.  She and Shelly waited patiently for the
boys to come down.  The team had been talking and laughing, but they were
quiet with anticipation when they saw two females waiting for a show.  Miss
Bridle said, "Boys, as always I want to thank you for your time and
understanding.  Today we're going to do something a bit different.  There
won't be an interview today.  Today I'll just be observing the process of
your exposure for a few different girls.  We're going to pick nine of you
to participate.  I would like those nine boys to strip down to your jocks
and then wait.  You'll take turns getting naked for some girls."

   "Miss Bridle, come on!" "This is ridiculous!" "How many girls?"

   "Three, not including myself.  Shelly, could you pick our subjects?"

   The boys groaned.  There were mutters and grumbles and a few stares of
anger.  Shelly felt a shiver of empowerment.  "All right, Brian, Chad,
Peter, Greg and Reggie."

   Miss Bridle should have realized.  Shelly had already told her about the
windy dream.  So had the boys.  Those five boys, in that order, had been
her dream strippings.  Only Terence was missing, but he wasn't on the
baseball team.  The boys felt horrible.  They still felt the sheer
embarrassment of their dream nudity.  Now they were going to have to have
it happen for real.  Miss Bridle said, "We need four more."

   "Okay," Shelly smiled as she looked over her menu of sexiness.  "Steve,
Ted, Arthur and hot as hell Mark."

   Miss Bridle said, "Okay, boys, you nine can strip down to your
underwear, but please leave that on until I tell you to take it off.  I'll
want Chad, Reggie and Ted to come over here as soon as you're ready." Miss
Bridle and Shelly moved over to that side spot that Miss Devasquez was fond
of for removing boys from the rest of the scene.  It took more time than it
should have, but the three boys were there, lined up against the wall,
already looking miserable.

   Shelly had to rub it in a bit.  "Why so sad, boys?  There's nothing to
be ashamed of.  It's perfectly natural for me to want to see you naked."

   Miss Bridle shook her head with a smile.  She didn't want to discourage
Shelly at all, but she thought the girl took a bit too much pleasure at the
boys' expense.  What could you expect from a high school girl though?  Miss
Bridle got a stopwatch ready along with a notepad.  Once she wrote the
boys' names down, she told them, "If you don't say a word, then I won't let
Shelly touch you.  Now I need you all to go bare at the same time, so you
don't have to take those off.  Just pull the underwear down so that we can
see your penises.  Ready?  Make it fast please.  I'm timing your
erections."

   The boys were horrified at that.  Three jockstraps were dropped, and
three nice cocks were bared for the lusty girl reporter.  Chad had to ask,
"Why - why are you timing us?"

   "It's an experiment, Chad.  Don't worry about it.  Just concentrate on
the fact that you're naked with Shelly looking at you."

   All three boys flushed wonderfully.  How could they help following that
last bit of instruction?  Just concentrate on the fact that you're naked
with Shelly looking at you.  With it stated openly and blankly like it
wasn't important, all the boys could do was focus on the sheer
embarrassment of greedy girl eyes staring at their dicks.  They managed to
stay quiet in order to preserve some dignity.  Shelly couldn't help
prodding them a bit.  "Nothing to say, boys?  You're just going to stay
quiet while I watch?  They're like statues, Miss Bridle.  But I've never
seen an old statue with a hard on.  Which one will be first?"

   Chad was the first.  He crunched his eyes shut when he started to feel
the surge of humiliation that he knew would become a riser.  He mumbled,
"No, no, no, no no.  Come on, stay down." His dick didn't listen to him
though.  Even with his eyes shut tight he just felt the ogling of his body.

   He wasn't fast or slow as he came to.  He just lifted with an even pace
while Shelly said, "Chad's the first.  Does that mean he wins or loses?"

   Before he was all the way there, Reggie was following.  Shelly had a
hard time controlling herself.  Once Miss Bridle was writing the time of
Chad's full arousal, Shelly was giggling nonstop.  She just knew the boys
were mortified at having their speed checked, and she loved it.  In a few
moments she said, "Well it looks like Chad and Reggie are getting great
reception before Ted's radio is even turned on."

   Ted felt a swirl of sick embarrassment at that.  So he tried to escape.
"Since I'm the last one, can we go now?"

   Miss Bridle said, "That's not the point, Ted.  We have to wait until you
get a full erection.  Unless you don't get one at all.  Oh, wait, there it
goes."

   Ted blushed brilliantly at that, as his cock rose up as well.  Miss
Bridle checked the time and wrote it down.  "There we have it.  Well done,
boys."

   "So we can go now?" Ted said, feeling weak in the knees at this new
humiliation.

   "Well no.  Reggie can go.  He was quiet, like I asked.  You and Chad
will have to let Shelly and I have a feel."

   "Both of you?" Chad whined.

   Miss Bridle stepped to him, "I really hate to use that as a reverse
incentive.  I think you boys should really try to become comfortable being
touched by the girls.  Anyway, I hope this helps."

   Chad gave a look of shock as Miss Bridle womanhandled his stiffy with
careless abandon.  Until now only Shelly's friend Jean had felt up his
penis.  Now it was the school counselor, and she acted like it was his own
fault that he didn't want it.

   Reggie walked away slowly, like he didn't want to attract any attention.
He couldn't help giving the other boys a snide grin.  He had escaped, while
they had to endure some unwanted hand service.

   Miss Bridle said, "That really is a nice penis, Chad." When he tightened
his mouth into a defiant frown, Miss Bridle told him, "You should thank
someone when they compliment you."

   It was all Shelly could do to keep from bursting out laughing.  Around a
few giggles she said, "They just still aren't used to it, Miss Bridle.  Can
I have a turn with Chad now?"

   "Certainly," Miss Bridle said with a sigh.  What did she have to do to
get these boys to understand?  While Shelly put her hand to Chad's rod,
Miss Bridle moved over to Ted.  Like Chad, Ted had only been groped by
students, not by the school staff.  So he cringed a bit when Miss Bridle
took him in hand.  She tried to ease him along.  "It's okay, Ted.  This is
all perfectly natural."

   What could he say?  After a few moments he put his hands on hers like he
was going to push her off of his dick.  She misunderstood.  "There, see? 
It feels good, doesn't it?"

   Ted sighed in frustration.  Once Miss Bridle had let him go, it was
Shelly's turn.  His dick was a toy that the women could share as they saw
fit.  If only he had kept his mouth shut, he could have avoided this.  As
it was he had to let Shelly give him that evil grin while her hand wandered
his goods from bottom to top to bottom to top to bottom to top to bottom to
top.  "Can I go shower now?  Aren't the other boys waiting?"

   "Shut up, Ted," Steve said from around the corner.

   Miss Bridle said, "I suppose you're right.  Shelly, you'll have to come
with me to the Coach's office to wait while the next girl gets to watch. 
Steve?  You and Brian and Mark can come around now."

   Shelly said to Miss Bridle, "I'm surprised that you used our touching to
keep them in line.  Aren't they supposed to feel confident about that?"

   "Yes, and I wish I had a better way, but I think this study is very
important."

   "So use something else." Just loud enough for the boys to over hear,
Shelly said, "Tell them that if they can't stay quiet while you time them
that they'll have to do fifteen jumping jacks."

   "Shelly!" Miss Bridle looked back at the next trio of beautiful bodies.
"How did you ever think of that?"

   "It's better than threatening them with something they're supposed to be
comfortable with isn't it?"

   "Yes it is.  I can't say I like the idea," Miss Bridle lied, "but it
might work.  Steve, Brian, Mark, you heard that?"

   "Yes, Miss Bridle," they all said together.  They could just imagine
bouncing their stiff dicks for an audience.

   "Have fun, boys," Shelly said as she walked away happily.  She had to
let Bridget out of Coach Grady's office fairly quick when the door opened.
Shelly always had a feeling of empowerment after fondling some unwilling
stiffy.  Even so, she felt a bit intimidated at being closed away in a
fairly small room with Skunk.  Rumor had it that Skunk had once stabbed an
ex boyfriend because he bought a Ford instead of a Chevy.  And that was
five months after she broke up with him.  "H-Hi, Skunk."

   "Hi." For a moment the bad ass looked bored.  Then she figured she had
to say, "Thanks, Shelly."

   "Uh, you're welcome."

   "I know it wasn't your idea to bring me, but I figure this is still your
party.  I don't know how you pulled it off, but this is the best scam
ever."

   "It's better than you think."

   "What does that mean?"

   We could give you more Shelly/Skunk dialogue, but I'm sure you're dying
to get to Bridget's first time with the athletes.  Miss Bridle brought her
to the line up.  "Boys, say hi to Bridget."

   "Hi, Bridget," they mumbled.  If Miss Bridle hadn't told them, they
wouldn't have even known her name.

   Bridget's pulse was pounding at the sight of these three boys in only
their jocks.  Her eyes were filled with hope and inspiration.  Miss Bridle
told her, "Bridget, I want you to really look at these boys.  Enjoy it. 
That's what you're here for."

   "O-Okay, Miss Bridle." Bridget really wanted to ask why, but she
couldn't think of the words.  She was just too overwhelmed by this
impossible good fortune.

   Miss Bridle got ready to time them, then she said, "Okay boys, get your
cocks out."

   The boys blushed instantly.  Bridget couldn't believe her ears.  She
stared at Miss Bridle as though she couldn't have heard.  Miss Bridle
noticed that, so she had to tell the mild mannered girl, "Keep your eyes on
the boys."

   Bridget turned back to them and she was amazed that they had really
slipped their underwear down.  They stood there, hot body glorious, jock
straps around their thighs, and their dicks out for her to see. 
"ooOOOooOOOooOOH!  Oh.  OH!  OH!!!" She couldn't believe she was seeing
this.  She clapped her hands over her eyes for a moment.  Then her
embarrassment at that surprise was replaced by the sheer pleasure of a
penis trio.  She stared again, big eyed, with a wide smile.  She giggled
and squirmed as she looked back and forth from Steve to Brian to Mark. 
When she finally managed to tear her eyes away from the goodies, she
noticed the boys' embarrassment.  They blushed.  They fidgeted.  They
couldn't make eye contact.  They didn't want to be naked!  Miss Bridle made
them do it!  Bridget felt like she might rise off the floor she was so
thrilled.  These three popular, handsome baseball players would never even
notice her, and now they had no choice but to bare their penises for her!
She giggled, "Hee hee hee!  Which is my favorite?  I can't choose." She
pointed to Mark first, "Eenie, meenie miney mick, catch a jock boy by the
dick!  If he shivers, rub his wick!"

   Brian muttered something that couldn't be made out, but the tone was
obvious.  Bridget started up where she left off, "Miss Bridle told me to
pick the very best one and you are it!" She was pointing to Mark.  Right at
that moment he started lifting up fast.  Miss Bridle was blandly writing on
her note pad, but Bridget covered her mouth in shock.  "Oh my gosh!  Miss
Bridle!  Look at his penis!  Look what he's doing!"

   "I know, Bridget.  They always do that.  That's what we're here to
time."

   Bridget burst out laughing.  She was always so quiet, but right then she
didn't mind the attention from the naked boys.  When all three of them
glared at her, she just smiled back.  They had to look away while they
blushed anew.  Bridget was all aflutter.  "Steve's getting hard now!  And
Brian too!  Oh my gosh!  Oh my gosh!"

   Before long the boys were a set of humiliated hard ons for Bridget's non
stop giggles.  Miss Bridle finished writing down their times.  "All right
boys.  That will do for you.  Before you go though, I want Brian to
apologize."

   "What?" Brian said.

   Miss Bridle sounded fairly angry.  "I heard you, Brian, and it didn't
sound very pleasant."

   "But, but, but, she was making fun of us!  What do you expect?"

   "She was just having a little fun.  A little harmless fun.  Now
apologize."

   Brian threw his hands up, covered his dick, then forced his hands away
so that they could stare again.  "Okay.  Sorry, Bridget."

   Miss Bridle wasn't done yet.  "Now, fifteen jumping jacks."

   "WHAT?" Brian and Bridget said together.

   "Go ahead," Miss Bridle said.

   It was too much for Brian.  He was too stunned to be completely
embarrassed, but he did cover his stiffy.  "No!  I'm not doing that!"

   "Exuse me?" Miss Bridle said.  Mark and Steve were still there, and they
weren't happy either.  Mark hissed at him, "Are you nuts?  Hartick will
kick you off the team." Steve said, "And we've got the Bluff Lake game
coming up.  We need you on the team.  Man up, and get it over with."

   Brian struggled with it, but he realized that he really had no choice at
all.  "All right.  All right."

   Miss Bridle said, "Bridget, count for him."

   She giggled again as she stared at his dick.  It took a second since he
had to get his underwear all the way off for this.  Bridget realized that
she would rather have seen Steve do this since his dick was the biggest of
the group.  Brian would to though.  Oh yes, he would most certainly do. 
While Bridget forced down her chuckles and counted, she stared in wonder as
Brian's bare trophy bounced and bounced for her.  When he was done, she
commented, "Hee hee hee, it's like a conductor's wand!"

   Mark and Steve had quietly slipped away while Brian was bouncing for the
ladies.  They knew what was coming, and they didn't want it.  Miss Bridle
rested her hand on his shoulder.  "See, Brian?  That wasn't so bad, was
it?"

   "Uh, Miss Bridle, can I go shower now?"

   "In a minute."

   "Oh man." He shut his eyes and did his best to keep quiet while he felt
Miss Bridle's hand slide down his body slowly.  Bridget was watching in
awe. Surely Miss Bridle wasn't really going to...  She was!  Bridget was
amazed to see the school counselor gently fondle that nice baseball player
penis.  "Can I do that?"

   "Yes, Bridget, have a touch."

   Bridget could hardly contain herself.  She was so excited she felt like
she could burst.  These stud athletes wouldn't ever have done any of this
willingly for her.  But here she was, able to watch them expose themselves,
stiffen in embarrassment, and now she would even get to grab some dick! 
Her hand trembled with the anticipation.  "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!" She
couldn't believe that she did it.  Her hand was really there, wrapped
around a penis that should have been unreachable.  She let go only to grab
him again.  She explored that dreamy territory carefully.

   Brian had to suppress a shudder.  Most girls just toyed with him
carelessly.  This one had the gentlest touch of them all.  "Okay, I don't
mean to be disrespectful, but can we get this over with?"

   Bridget let him go sheepishly.  "Sorry."

   "Don't say sorry," Miss Bridle said.  "You've done nothing wrong.  Has
she Brian?"

   He couldn't say what he wanted to say.  "No.  Nothing wrong at all.  Can
I go now?" He covered his dick up again.

   Miss Bridle rolled her eyes at Brian's annoying bashfulness.  "Very
well, Brian." She reminded herself that she couldn't cure the boys of their
harmful inhibitions overnight.  At least Bridget had enjoyed it.  The girl
was just glowing.  When the door to the Coach's office opened, Bridget was
giggling again.  "That was great!"

   Miss Bridle smiled at her enthusiasm.  "Skunk?  Are you ready for your
turn now?"

   "Oh yeah."

   Miss Bridle led her along to the three boys waiting in line.  This time
it was Arthur, Peter and Greg.  The boys all had wide, panicked eyes when
they saw that infamous black and white hairdo.  Peter said, "Uh, Miss
Bridle, are you sure this is a good idea?"

   "Relax, Peter.  I know Skunk has a bit of a reputation, but down here
she's just another girl who wants a show."

   Arthur said, "Yeah, but, um," he wanted to think of some reasonable
complaint, but he couldn't think of one that wouldn't get him in trouble.
"Never mind."

   Skunk was moving her eyes up and down each of the hot, nearly naked
bodies.  She licked her chops.

   None of the boys had realized it before, but Skunk really wasn't a bad
looking girl at all.  Maybe she wasn't an ordinary kind of pretty, but she
wasn't bad looking at all.  At all.  And she had a body.  She had a body
that those rocked out clothes really showed off, now that the boys couldn't
help noticing.  In spite of themselves, all three boys felt a stirring. 
Their dicks weren't moving yet, but they could all feel a bit of
involuntary lust.  It was terrible because they all knew that it wouldn't
take long at all for their nudity to coax erections from them.

   Skunk just devoured the boys with her eyes.  "Mm mm mm!  Can they turn
around so I can see some ass?"

   Miss Bridle knew that Skunk would have no trouble getting into the
spirit of things.  However, "That's not what we're here for."

   "Right," Skunk said, without being able to look away from the hotties.
"Whatever."

   Miss Bridle said, "This is what we're here for.  Boys?  Give her a
look."

   All three boys hesitated a moment, but it was such a perfectly
synchronized moment of panic that it didn't throw off Miss Bridle's timing.
With shaky hands, the boys lowered their jocks to bare themselves.  Skunk
was shocked.  She was truly shocked.  Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung
open.  She didn't lose her cool very often, but she hadn't expected this.
She had to turn to Miss Bridle, "Their dicks!"

   "What about them?"

   "They're naked!"

   "Skunk, what are you looking at me for?  Three handsome boys are
standing there with their penises out.  That's not something you get to see
every day."

   "But, but, but..."

   "Enjoy the show.  You're supposed to look at the boys.  In fact, you're
supposed to stare at them."

   Skunk couldn't believe her ears.  She turned back to the boys, but the
first thing she saw was not their treasures.  She looked at their blushing
faces, all turned away a bit.  A moment ago she was thrilled, but now she
wasn't sure what to think.  When she looked down again, there was that
impossible sight.  Three bare penises.  "Oh man.  They've got great
equipment."

   "Don't they?"

   Now Skunk couldn't look away from the boys.  "Should we really be doing
this?"

   Miss Bridle couldn't help a little laugh.  "It's good for them.  They
need to learn to accept their bodies and get past their inhibitions."

   Skunk couldn't say anything else.  The boys, when they could manage
stealing a glance at her, noticed that even though she was staring non
stop, Skunk almost looked like she was uncertain she should be looking. 
Then it started.  Skunk pointed it out, literally.  "Miss Bridle!  Peter's,
uh,"

   Miss Bridle was busy making a note of the start of Peter's erection. 
"Yes, that always happens.  That's what I'm timing."

   "You're timing them?" She couldn't help it.  Skunk burst out laughing.
"Oh that's sick!  And look Greg's doing it now."

   In another moment Arthur was started too.  Miss Bridle said, "They're
rising very slowly this time.  Hm."

   As the counselor and the punk girl stared, the boys kept lifting.  They
did it achingly slowly.  So slowly that the boys almost wished their
penises would hurry up.  The agony of waiting for the climb to finish was
mortifying.  It was dead silent as the boys reached the peak of their
performance.  They were three gloriously hard monuments of teen
embarrassment.

   Miss Bridle said, "They all started faster than the boys did for Shelly
or Bridget, but it took them longer to get all the way hard.  Interesting."

   Skunk was so wonderstruck that she couldn't do much more than repeat
what she was hearing.  "Yeah, interesting.  Oh damn, they're hot."

   "Are we done?" Greg said.  He knew he was risking some jumping jacks,
but he just couldn't bear standing there silent while the girls kept
checking him out.

   Miss Bridle might have been annoyed, but she knew that he was right.  "I
suppose so.  Skunk, if you'd like, you can pick your favorite and take a
feel."

   "Take a feel," Skunk repeated.  "Wait, what?  Take a feel?  You mean
feel his?"

   "Exactly."

   "How the hell do I pick?  Oh man." She looked back over that selection
of natural wonders.  "I, I can't."

   "Well, you don't have to." Miss Bridle was surprised at the answer.

   "I have a boyfriend.  I mean, looking is one thing."

   "Oh!  Oh, I see.  Okay then.  Boys, you can go shower now."

   Arthur, Peter and Greg were enormously grateful for Skunk's loyalty to
whatever maniac was dating her.  They weren't even bothered by their
penises wagging in front of them as they made their escape.  Skunk put her
hand to her heart and swooned like any ordinary girl would.  "Oh god, that
was good!"

   Miss Bridle was pleased to see that the barenaked boys had a strong
effect even on this girl.  "Well, it does look like we're done here for
today."

   The boys were all carefully hidden away between the rows of lockers when
the quartet of satisfied females strolled out.  Miss Bridle was preoccupied
with her notes already.  She was looking them over as she said, "Thank you,
girls.  I hope you had fun."

   While Miss Bridle walked away, Bridget gushed, "The most fun ever!  I
even got to feel Brian's dick!"

   "You did that?" Skunk asked.

   "Mm-hm!  Miss Bridle also made him do jumping jacks so that I got to see
his thingy bouncing up and down.  Thanks, Shelly!  I hope you invite me
again sometime!  You're the best!"

   Ordinarily Bridget just shuffled along.  Today was different.  Skunk
watched with amazement.  "She's skipping.  She's actually skipping, she's
so happy."

   Shelly wasn't surprised at all.  If anything, she was surprised that she
hadn't seen any other girls skipping away from the locker room.  Shelly
asked, "Who did you get to handle?"

   "Me?  You got to?"

   "I always do."

   "What the hell?  Is Miss Bridle crazy or something?"

   "She says that it's good for the boys to accept their sexuality.  And
for them to understand our desires.  Besides that, it's a big step for
girls rights for a girl reporter to be allowed into the boys' lockers."

   Skunk told her, "Miss Bridle really believes all that doesn't she?  I
bet Miss Hartick does too.  You don't though.  You're one sick puppy,
Shelly.  You may look sweet, but you're a bigger freak than I am.  How did
you get this scam to work?"

   Shelly felt more than little bit of pride.  "You can tell me, Skunk,
which boy did you get to fondle?"

   "I didn't.  I have a boyfriend.  Melvin."

   "I thought you broke up with him."

   "No way."

   Shelly was confused.  "But Skunk, you smashed his windshield with a
baseball bat right in the school parking lot."

   "Well that doesn't mean I broke up with him."

   "Does he know that?  Because he was making out with Joely the next day."

   "He what?  He did what?  No he didn't."

   "Everyone knows about it."

   "I DIDN'T!  That creep!  That lousy cheating bastard!  And I gave up the
chance to grope a baseball player for him!"