Attitude Adjustment
  By LCDRJMC
  LCDRJMC@aol.com

  Book I
  *****

  The smartly dressed young woman placed her bulging briefcase down on 
  the sidewalk beside her and took a moment to carefully survey her 
  destination.  She stood at the base of a long flight of very wide marble 
  steps, and looked at the broad front of the imposing three-story building 
  with her large brown eyes shining in wonder.

  Built in a past age when things were intended to last a very long time, 
  the old stone building still appeared very solid, as if it could last forever. 
  Yet she knew that the handsome exterior was deceptive. This was to be 
  the old school's last year. The building was in fact deteriorated in its 
  foundation, and was due to be knocked down next summer. Its 
  replacement was even now being built in another part of the city. She 
  had been a student here not so long ago, and her mind was filled with 
  warm memories of her time at the old high school. It was here that she 
  had truly begun work on her chosen profession, hard work that would 
  finally be consummated this very day.

  "Hello, school," she said softly.  "I'm back." Suddenly eager to begin, 
  she picked up her overloaded briefcase and swiftly went up the tall flight 
  of steps, her handsome nylon-clad legs flashing in the bright morning 
  sun under the tailored short, tight skirt. She noted as she had always 
  done in the past how the marble had become indented from the countless 
  thousands of students who had flowed over them through the years. At 
  the top of the steps, she went through the large double doors and headed 
  unerringly left for the principal's office. It was Miss Laura Ann 
  Papadakis' first day, and she was very excited. She had been working 
  towards this goal for a long time, and today it was finally becoming a 
  reality. Today she was to be a teacher! Ever since she could remember, 
  it was all she ever wanted to become. It wasn't that both of her parents 
  were teachers, or that most of her aunts and uncles were associated with 
  education one way or another. It was the idea of reaching out to new 
  minds that really grabbed her, which was why she majored in primary 
  education. She believed that 2nd grade was the key position to be in, 
  after the unruly 1st and before the sullen 3rd.

  Which was why her first teaching assignment, to New Berlin High 
  School, did not really please her at first. Education in high school was an 
  entirely different matter from working with the younger children. She 
  knew she herself wouldn't be all that much older then some of her own 
  students, and she wondered how she would be able to control them, let 
  alone teach them anything. It was only the fact that the school was her 
  old alma mater that made it at all bearable.
  At least the school board's area administrator, Mike Johnson, the 
  person who unexpectedly called her last week with the news of a sudden 
  opening, assured her that it would be temporary position for just one 
  year, then a permanent replacement would be found.  Next year she 
  would finally be assigned to where she felt she really belonged, at 
  Berlitz Elementary School, unless of course she decided to stay on at 
  the high school instead. Until then, she would just have to make the best 
  of it.

  She entered the principal's office and was pleased to see that nothing 
  had changed. The school's current principal, Mr. Playfair, had been 
  there for ages. Even his old, faithful secretary, Mrs. Sullivan, was still at 
  her desk, as she had been for countless years. Mrs. Sullivan eyed her 
  warily as she entered the small anteroom.

  "Miss Papadakis!  Are we in trouble again?" she said sternly. Laura 
  laughed.  She had been sent here once in her four years for something 
  that happened in the girl's gym, and was delighted that the old woman 
  still remembered.

  "No, Mrs. Sullivan. I'm here to see Mr. Playfair. I'm your new 
  teacher!" she explained.

  "I know, honey," the secretary said, smiling impishly. "I was just 
  teasing. Go right on in, he's expecting you."

  "Thank you."

  "Oh, and Laura?"

  "Yes, Mrs. Sullivan?"

  "Congratulations, my dear," she said, holding out her hand, which Laura 
  gratefully took in her own. "I think you'll make a fine teacher. I really 
  do." 

  "Why, thank you, Mrs. Sullivan! I'll certainly try to be." 

  "I know you will, honey. Go on in now. You have a busy morning ahead 
  of you."

  "Yes, exciting, isn't it?" In the gloomy old office, Mr. Playfair looked up 
  from a messy desk stacked high with papers and books.

  "Ah, and you would be Miss Papperdooki, yes?"

  "Laura Papadakis, yes," she patiently explained. People were always 
  getting her name wrong.

  "Please sit down, Miss Pap..., er, Laura. We have much to discuss." 

  "Thank you."

  "My manners! I'm sorry, may I get you some coffee?"

  "No, I'm fine, thank you."

  "Good. Now, first of all, let me officially welcome you to New Berlin. I 
  and my staff will do everything we can to make your stay with us as 
  pleasant as possible."

  "Thank you, Mr. Playfair. I'm really looking forward to this." 

  "Very good. You are aware that you will be here for our freshman class 
  this year and that this is a temporary assignment."

  "Yes, sir. That's what the school board told me when they called last 
  Friday." 

  "I'm very sorry for the suddenness of the appointment. We usually 
  prefer to give our incoming teachers at least a month to prepare for the 
  upcoming school year. The last-minute, er, unavailability of Miss 
  Jennings came as something of a surprise. She was a counselor at the 
  local Junior High, you see, and was quite popular with both students and 
  staff. Her requested transfer here was happily anticipated as a 
  welcomed addition to the staff." 

  "I'm sorry, sir. Did something happen to her?"

  "I can't go into the details, I'm afraid. The case is still being 
  investigated, and the police and school board both have insisted that the 
  details be kept quiet."

  "My God!"

  "Yes. Quite a lovely woman, too. Such a loss. She cared deeply for her 
  students, which is something we don't always see enough of these days." 
  Mr. Playfair shook his shoulders and briskly rubbed his hands together. 
  "Anyway, back to business!" The principal picked up a tall, untidy pile 
  of documents and binders from the corner of his desk and handed them 
  to Laura. 
  "Here is your homeroom assignment and daily schedule, grade book, 
  binder for your lesson plans, the school's Student and Teacher Code of 
  Conduct handbook, the student assignment lists for your various 
  classes, and finally -and probably most important- your list of collateral 
  duties. Mrs. Sullivan has your English text books and course guides 
  waiting for you in her office. Now, any questions for me?" 

  Laura looked in a daze at the vast stack of paperwork now on her lap. 
  She wasn't even sure what she would be teaching, or where her room 
  was. She looked up at the kindly old man with the slightly confused eyes 
  and realized sadly that whatever questions she had would not be 
  answered here. She had heard that it was to be the principal's last year, 
  too.  "Why, no, Mr. Playfair. No questions." Laura rose from the chair, 
  struggling under the weight of the briefcase in her left hand and the 
  large stack of paperwork held desperately in her right arm.

  "Splendid," he said as he escorted her to the door. "Please remember 
  to drop in anytime. My door is always open, Miss Papo...Papa..., 
  Laura!" 

  "Thank you, Mr. Playfair.  I'll remember." 

  Mr. Playfair opened the door for her, then called to his secretary.  
  "Mrs. Sullivan! Please take care of our latest addition to the teaching 
  staff. I'll be in my office if needed." The door closed and Laura found 
  herself alone with Mrs. Sullivan once again.

  "The old fool," the secretary said fondly. "A proud educator for over 30 
  years, and he picks this one to go senile. Your room will be 125, and 
  your first class is a study hall, so you will have time to get a little 
  organized anyway." 

  "Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan! Mr. Playfair said something about 
  textbooks?" 

  "I had one of the janitors take them to your room. There were only 100 
  of them, the old fool. Laura, don't worry. Everything is waiting for you in 
  your room." 

  Laura gazed warmly at the wrinkled old face with the twinkling blue 
  eyes. "Thank you so very much, Mrs. Sullivan. I can't tell you how 
  grateful I am. For everything!"

  "Certainly, my dear. It's what I'm here for. That, and keeping that old 
  fool out of trouble for one more year. Now, get along with you. You only 
  have 45 minutes until First Bell to get your room ready." As Laura 
  staggered under her heavy load through the office doorway, she 
  suddenly gasped. "Oh!" Her back straightened and she jerked to a 
  stop. She looked incredulously behind her, but the office door had 
  already closed and she was alone in the hall. "Must have been my 
  imagination," she muttered. She shook her head and continued walking 
  through the long, wide hallway. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that 
  something was wrong. It was the oddest sensation. When she was 
  leaving the office, Laura could have sworn that kindly, old Mrs. Sullivan 
  had casually slid a hand down the back of her short dress, and had 
  moved it deliberately over her buttocks, as she was walking out the 
  door!

  *****

  It took her 30 minutes of hard work, but everything had been put away 
  and her room was finally ready. Her new desk was a pleasant surprise. 
  It was so new that the keys to the locks were still taped in the top 
  drawer. The only thing she didn't like about it was the lack of a modesty 
  panel. She could see that it was supposed to have one, but she couldn't 
  find it anywhere. It was really a only a minor annoyance. She would just 
  have to be careful about how she sat, that's all. 
  Her briefcase, sitting on the floor beside the desk, was now empty. Her 
  name, the room number, and today's date were on the black board 
  behind her. Laura felt ready to begin. She sat at her desk in the empty 
  room, and went over her list of collateral duties once again. She was to 
  be: a freshman homeroom administrator, a study hall monitor twice a 
  day, the Advisor to the Astronomy Club (she had taken one course in 
  college, and that by accident), the Advisor to the Theater Club (she had 
  been in two high school plays as a member of the chorus), and the 
  Auditorium Event Coordinator! Laura gloomily wondered if she would 
  actually have time to teach this year.

  Her actual academic courses seemed easy enough: Introduction to 
  American Literature (fortunately she loved to read), and English 101 
  (another good one, because she had spent a lifetime honing her writing 
  skills in the hope of becoming a professional writer someday), and 
  finally something called Human Relations-F.

  It was the last course on her list which had her slightly worried. She had 
  never heard of it before and, in the rush of her last-minute appointment, 
  she never had the chance to research the course at all. All she really 
  knew about it was the title, Human Relations-F (whatever that meant), 
  and the fact that it was a freshman girls-only course, and that it was an 
  elective, which supposedly meant that no one was required to take the 
  course. Yet according to the class roster, the students had already been 
  assigned. 

  At least it wasn't Sex Education! It was one of the reasons she went into 
  primary education in the first place, to avoid being required to have 
  anything to do with it. Thankfully, she checked the school's assignment 
  list and that course was already covered by other teachers. Her 
  unknown class wasn't scheduled until Friday, which she hoped would 
  allow sufficient time to properly prepare for it, provided of course she 
  could ever find out from someone just what the damned course was all 
  about, and what the requirements were.

  She glanced at her watch and was startled to notice that it was already 
  7:55. According to her attendance list, she had over 30 students 
  assigned to her room, yet of them there was not a sign. Laura could hear 
  plenty of students laughing and banging lockers in the hall outside, yet 
  none were coming into the room. Her room! Starting to panic, she 
  wondered briefly if she could be in the wrong place. Finally, at 7:59 they 
  came noisily storming in through the two doors and, by the time First 
  Bell rung at 8:00, they had more or less seated themselves. She sighed, 
  relieved.
  "Wouldn't that have been a great way to start," she said dryly. "Being 
  in the wrong room!" Laura stood and was immediately buffeted by 
  appreciative whistles and comments throughout the class. She walked 
  from behind her desk to the front of the room and the noise grew louder. 
  "Haven't these idiots ever seen a  real woman before?" she wondered 
  as she stood frowning in front of the class, waiting for silence. She 
  glanced down to make sure she wasn't showing anything and was 
  shocked to realize that the hem on her dress was far too short for a 
  position of responsibility in education.

  "Oops!" she thought. "Not in college anymore! I had better get 
  something a little more suitable, just as soon as I can afford it. Don't 
  want to start a riot my first year teaching." Although she didn't show it 
  to the class, Laura was really amused by this continued wild response at 
  her appearance. Although she had always considered herself "all right" 
  in the looks department, the freshmen were doing wonderful things for 
  her ego. Seized by an irresistible impulse, Laura held her arms out from 
  her sides and slowly turned her body in a complete circle.

  When she faced the class again, she asked mischievously, "Okay?" 
  The response was deafening! The demure Laura had always enjoyed a 
  little teasing and flirting, only now and then of course. It was the reason 
  her skirts were so short, and why the rest of her clothes were just a little 
  tighter then they should have been. Coupled with her reputation as a 
  "good girl", which was true enough, she knew the effect she had could 
  be quite devastating on the unwary male. Faced with a strict old-world 
  home that regarded a daughter's dating as only a single step above 
  prostitution, she sometimes felt the need for some kind of release. It 
  always made her feel so deliciously naughty, and without really having 
  to do anything, either. In high school she had become quite adept at it. 
  Watching the flushed faces of the boys, and even on some of her 
  teachers, and knowing that she alone had caused it always gave her a 
  little secret thrill. In college, between going to school full time and 
  working an eight-hour shift, she justified it because she was still living at 
  home (where a single girl living away from home was a prostitute, no 
  question), and it was really all she had time for anyway in her busy, 
  lonely life.

  She had resolved after graduation to stop such activity. Despite being 
  great fun, she recognized that it was in fact a foolish and childish thing to 
  do, and it was time to leave it behind her. Besides, the thought of such 
  activity ever getting back to her school board caused her a great deal of 
  anxiety. She would be finished as a teacher, here or anywhere.

  But, now! Just standing there and not doing anything, Laura was feeling 
  flush from just the reaction she knew she was causing! In the excitement 
  of her first day, she was well aware she had to be careful not to become 
  carried away by her constantly suppressed emotions. She was finally 
  doing what she had always dreamed about, being a teacher, and she was 
  feeling light-headed from the excitement of finally being in front of her 
  first class! She knew that teaching was really serious work, and that this 
  was a meaningful profession, and not just a game for the frivolous. Yet, 
  Laura let the demonstration for her continue. Even now, at this most 
  important time in her life, a secret part of her thoroughly enjoyed to be 
  in absolute control of a situation like this. Suddenly afraid that the noise 
  might interfere with the classes in the surrounding rooms, Laura held up 
  her hands and said forcefully, "All right! All right! Enough already! 
  Let's calm down now!" Under her breath, she said, "Especially me!"

  *****

  After introducing herself, she swiftly got the class organized. Attendance 
  was taken, the seating chart was passed around so the students could fill 
  in their names, and the student schedule was posted on the bulletin 
  board, so everyone would know what was expected of them. In fifteen 
  minutes they had completed all that was required and Laura was 
  satisfied at the results. She allowed the students to quietly amuse 
  themselves for the remainder of the period while she went to work on 
  the lesson-plans for her upcoming English 101 course. It was after about 
  20 minutes that she felt she was being seriously stared at. It wasn't the 
  first time she had been aware of staring eyes, yet in the middle of a 
  class of students supposedly working it just wasn't right. She looked 
  around the room over her lesson-plan binder but all her male students 
  were busy with their assignments. She went back to working in the 
  binder, then felt it again. Laura quickly looked up, but the only one who 
  was not working on anything was a slim, blonde girl with sleepy eyes. It 
  was she who was looking at her so intently. Laura wondered why. Just 
  sizing up the new teacher, probably. Still, it disturbed her a little. She 
  checked her now filled-in seating chart and found the seat. In a neat, 
  feminine hand was written 'Missy Manchester.' A small heart was 
  drawn below the name. "Missy?" Laura said to herself.  "No, that can't 
  be right. They wouldn't dare do that to a kid." She checked her official 
  assignment sheet and soon found what she was looking for, 'Melissa 
  Manchester.'

  "Missy it is." She wondered briefly about the heart but decided that, 
  with 14-year-old girls, it would be difficult to find something they had 
  written that didn't have a heart drawn somewhere nearby. "She's a 
  pretty little thing," Laura decided as she went back to her lesson-plans. 
  As she worked she continued to consider the slim, golden blonde with 
  the well-scrubbed appearance. "She makes you think of church socials 
  and Sunday school, when of course she isn't at the beach working on 
  that serious California tan of hers." Laura was suddenly startled to 
  realize that someone was right beside her, on her left.  Students who 
  wanted something usually would stand on the other side of the desk, not 
  come around to where the teacher was sitting. She turned and was 
  surprised to find the girl Missy herself standing there. Laura was 
  embarrassed to find the very person she had been thinking about was 
  now right next to her.

  "Ah, er, yes, um, Missy? What can I do for you?" She looked up and 
  found herself staring under those sleepy lids into the most expressive 
  set of large blue eyes she had ever seen. They were practically 
  hypnotic. Surprised by her reaction to this mere slip of a girl, Laura 
  finally was able to force herself speak. "Yes, Missy? What do you 
  want?" The girl frowned, then bent over slightly and placed her 
  well-formed right forefinger on her spot on the seating chart, her arm 
  brushing the tip of Laura's left breast in the process.

  The arm pressing against her sensitive breast confused Laura for a 
  moment. She wanted to jerk away, but that might draw the attention of 
  the other students, which was the last thing she wanted right now. She 
  forced herself to clear her mind and focus on the problem at hand. It 
  took her only a moment after that to understand what had happened.

  "Oh, I see. You heard me say your name, didn't you?" The now smiling 
  girl nodded, her hand still pointing on the chart, her arm still pressing 
  and now slightly rubbing against the firm breast. "Okay. No, I didn't 
  want you for anything. I was just going over the seating chart and must 
  have read your name aloud by accident. I'm sorry." The smiling girl 
  returned her hand to her side, shrugged her shoulders good-naturedly, 
  and went back to her seat. It was only after the bell had rung announcing 
  the end of the period that Laura realized Missy had not spoken a single 
  word. Intrigued, she resolved to see the girl's counselor about her as 
  soon as possible.

  *****

  It was lunch time, and Laura had finally had a few moments to herself. It 
  was time to find out the official story behind Missy's strange behavior, 
  so she made her way to the administration offices. Laura looked at the 
  sign on the pebbled-glass window, "The Counselor Is In!" She entered 
  the cheerful, well- lighted office and saw the New Berlin freshman girl's 
  counselor seated at her desk, reading a student's file.

  "Hi, I'm Laura Papadakis."

  "Marion Stratton. Welcome to New Berlin."

  "Thank you."

  "Would you care to sit down?"

  "Yes, thank you."

  "Now, what can I do for you?"

  "What can you tell me about a freshman named Melissa Manchester?" 

  "Funny you should mention her. I was just looking over her file. It 
  makes for interesting reading."

  "May I see it?"

  "No. I'm sorry, you can't. Her mother insists that Melissa's file be kept 
  confidential. A lot of it is private information submitted by her doctors." 

  "Doctors? Oh, my. What did she do?"

  "She didn't do anything. It's just that things seem to happen around her, 
  and there was some concern about what affects they might have on her 
  natural development."

  "Well, what can you tell me?"

  "She was raised by her mother, a deaf-mute. Her father died under 
  mysterious circumstances when she was very young. And then this 
  summer there was this Jennings business..."

  "Jennings? Not the junior high counselor who was to transfer here this 
  year?"

  "Yes, Susan Jennings. She was Melissa's counselor, you see, and there 
  was a great worry if what happened...had any affect on her, or on any 
  other of Susan's students." Laura was strongly aware that Marion had 
  just suppressed a sob in the quiet room. She saw with concern the 
  woman's eyes fill with tears before the counselor turned her chair away 
  in embarrassment and faced towards the window.

  "Susan is...was a good friend of mine."

  "Oh, I'm so sorry."

  "We were student teachers together here in our pre-counselor days." 

  "Can you tell me what happened to her? I've been asking around but no 
  one will tell me anything! I'm her replacement and I was just wondering 
  if there is any chance of her teaching here during the school year?" 

  "Afraid of losing your job?" Marion said bitterly. 

  Laura wanted to walk out. "Jesus!" she thought. "What a bitch!" But, 
  she reasoned, the woman was obviously distressed and decided to stay. 
  For the moment, anyway. "Actually," Laura said patiently, "I gave up a 
  perfectly good job as an executive secretary to come here and teach. It 
  has been my life's only ambition, to be a good teacher. Now, is that all 
  right with you?"

  "I'm sorry!" said the gasping, sobbing counselor, in full cry now, bent 
  over in her chair with her face in her hands. "It's just that...what 
  happened was so...so unexplainable! She was such a beautiful person! If 
  you knew her at all, and I knew Sue...very well, you would know that she 
  would never have...! Not ever! I mean, I tried but she wouldn't...she just 
  wouldn't!" 

  "Good God!" thought the puzzled Laura. "What in hell is she talking 
  about?" She gave the distressed counselor one last look, then got up out 
  of her chair and left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

  *****

  It was the end of the day. The Last Bell had sounded 20 minutes ago, 
  and her last students had been gone for some time, yet Laura still sat at 
  her desk. Her as yet unfinished lesson plans for the week were spread 
  out before her on the crowded desk, yet she did not touch them, had 
  forgotten all about them in fact.

  Missy! All she could think about was Missy, the poor child. Fortunately, 
  the girl was in all of her classes, so she had ample opportunity to 
  observe her closely. Yet her actions were always the same. In each class 
  she sat silent and aloft from the other noisy students. She never 
  participated in the normal horseplay of freshman. In fact Laura couldn't 
  remember seeing her talk to anyone, or seeing anyone talk to her for 
  that matter. Her other students seemed to give Melissa plenty of room, 
  as if they were uneasy to be close to her. Yet the girl, while never 
  participating in class, never slept either. Laura found the girl's eyes on 
  her constantly, following her every move. She found her steady, piercing 
  gaze to be oddly disturbing sometimes, as if she were being studied for 
  some dark purpose.

  Laura suddenly laughed. "What a day!" she said to the empty room. 
  She did get some weird thoughts sometimes. She tried to clear her head 
  and get back to her lesson-plans, but her mind soon wandered back to 
  the bizarre events of the day. It was obvious to Laura that Jennings had 
  had some sort of mental breakdown, and that poor Missy had somehow 
  gotten caught in the middle of it all. It was also obvious to her that New 
  Berlin's own girls' counselor was headed for a breakdown of her own! 
  The woman had without question at least at one time had strong feelings 
  of friendship for Jennings, and her breakdown had affected her deeply. 
  "That makes sense," Laura muttered, as she began working on her 
  plans.

  And what about Missy? A fatherless child raised by a deaf-mute, how 
  would that have affected her natural development? It would be a silent 
  world, yet that didn't necessarily imply a loveless one. There were other 
  ways of communicating, after all. Laura still marveled at how expressive 
  the girl's eyes had been. "But what about the girl herself?" Laura 
  asked. Was she in fact handicapped (oops, physically challenged) 
  herself as well, or was she just reflecting the environment in which she 
  had been raised? Laura found herself fascinated by the question of 
  Melissa's home life and she wished she could find a way to visit there, 
  officially of course. To go there otherwise would surely raise the issue of 
  favoritism over her other students. Even the rules about undue 
  fraternization between a teacher and her student might be raised, 
  although in visiting one of her female students that certainly wouldn't be 
  a problem. Laura jumped when she felt something touch the back of her 
  neck under her thick main of long black hair. She whirled around in her 
  chair, and found herself staring once again into the terribly expressive 
  blue eyes of Missy Manchester! Her features immediately softened as 
  she recognized who was standing behind her. "Why, Missy! You startled 
  me." 

  The smiling Missy said nothing as her hand now began to softly 
  message the strong muscles on the back of Laura's neck. "Missy, you 
  shouldn't really be doing that," Laura said, embarrassed. She then 
  turned back to her desk, unable to stare into those expressive eyes any 
  longer. What was she trying to tell me, she wondered. What was this 
  particular silent message about?
  At a loss of what to do, Laura went back to work, talking about school 
  while Missy's slender hand continued to work the back of her neck. 
  When she started to feel flush from the constant touch, Laura decided 
  that it was probably a good time to leave. She hurriedly placed all of her 
  materials in her brief case and stood, feeling relieved when the hand had 
  finally been removed. She turned back to her strange student and 
  wondered if this would be a good time to ask to see her home. No, better 
  not she decided. It's only the first day after all, and she had a lot of 
  catching up to do tonight.

  "Good-bye, Missy. I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow." The freshman 
  eagerly nodded and waved her right hand a cheerful good-bye. "Oh, and 
  thanks," Laura said, as she touched the back of 
  her still tingling neck. "That felt, er, nice." Missy gently smiled. 

  *****

  After school from then on, when Laura was working alone at her desk, 
  she would soon feel the familiar touch on the back of her neck, and know 
  that her silent student was with her once again. Laura was getting quite 
  used to the girl's continued presence after school, and was even starting 
  to look forward to it. She knew that it probably wasn't right to allow 
  Missy to do this to her, but she realized that, in a silent world, touch 
  would become a very important method of reaching out to other people. 
  Besides, the girl's light fingers did wonders to relieve the growing 
  tensions of the day. There were times when Laura almost felt like 
  purring under the girl's strong fingers, she was so effective. She was 
  becoming very conscious of Missy's presence during the day as well, 
  although thankfully on a much more professional level. In all of her 
  classes, it was only Missy who would truly respond to what Laura was 
  saying. She was almost the perfect student, always listening, always 
  focused, yet always silent. When Laura reviewed the results of her first 
  English 101 class writing assignment that week, she was astonished at 
  how well the girl could express herself. Melissa was head and shoulders 
  above any of her other students. While most would just scribble anything 
  using grammar that was absolutely painful to read, Missy would write 
  with clarity and passion. Laura began to realize that behind those sleepy 
  eyes and long blonde hair was a very sharp mind.

  When the Astronomy Club meet after school on Wednesday, Laura was 
  not surprised to find Missy there as a newly joined member. When 
  Laura asked the group for a volunteer to be Club Secretary, only Missy 
  raised her hand. Somehow, Laura was not surprised. During lunch on 
  Thursday, at the meeting of the Theater Group, Laura was astonished to 
  find Melissa there as well, this time as a stage-hand volunteer. As part 
  of her duties as Auditorium Event Coordinator, Laura was responsible 
  for making sure the auditorium's stage was ready for whatever was 
  scheduled. When she went down to review her staff of student-helpers 
  Thursday afternoon, Laura once again noticed the familiar gently 
  smiling face of her silent student.  'Oh, my!' she thought. 'This girl is 
  spreading herself way too thin.' Laura resolved to have a talk with her 
  about it at their next after-school session. 

  *****

  It was 4 o'clock on Friday, and Laura sat fuming at her desk. Today had 
  been a total disaster. She had just found out that morning that the 
  special materials required for her Human Relations-F class (which she 
  still did not have the faintest idea of what it was all about) scheduled for 
  that afternoon had failed to arrive! Also, due to a minor clerical error, 
  she wasn't notified of a time change in the schedule and had spent a 
  lonely hour in the designated room with just Missy for company. There 
  was a Pep Rally scheduled that afternoon for tonight's football game, 
  the first of the season, and, in spite of her careful preparations, nothing 
  had worked. The curtains jammed, the microphones failed, and it was 
  generally chaos all the way through. The principal came to see her 
  behind stage afterward, where Laura, near tears, was sitting on a stool 
  at the stage manager's station.

  "Miss Papadakis," he said kindly, "we need to get better at this." 

  "Shit!" she said bitterly as she watched him walk away. "Now the old 
  fool gets my name right." Laura sat there, despondent, as the 
  auditorium slowly cleared of noisy students. Several of the teachers 
  came up to her, to offer her their cheerful condolences, and even a few 
  invitations to go out for a drink, but she was too depressed to respond. 
  Finally she was quite alone in the semi-dark of back-stage and noticed 
  through her tears a familiar figure coming toward her out of the 
  darkness.

  "Hello, Missy," Laura said quietly. "I think I'd better be getting home, 
  now. This wasn't a very good day for me." But she still did not move 
  until Missy took her by the hands and led her in the shadows to an old 
  dilapidated couch tucked against a side wall. They sat close together on 
  the right side of the couch, with Laura against the large stuffed arm rest, 
  heedless in her despair of how high her short skirt rose on her 
  well-formed thighs.

  "Oh God!" Laura cried. She suddenly threw herself sobbing onto the 
  armrest, resting her head on her crossed arms. She felt the familiar, 
  sweet hands at her neck. For a change the hands did not stay at her 
  neck, but worked their soothing way over her shoulders and down her 
  curved back. Soon Laura could feel Missy tugging at the material of her 
  wool dress as if impatient that the material was blocking her hands from 
  the warm flesh underneath. Laura stiffened when she felt the zipper of 
  her dress being pulled slowly down her back, but decided in her absolute 
  misery that she didn't really care for the moment what happened to her.

  When Missy's comforting hands found their awkward way under her 
  opened dress and onto the warm flesh of her back, Laura was still a little 
  shocked. She was going to say something, but the effect of the hands on 
  her tense muscles made her stop. Laura could tell Missy was still having 
  a difficult time working under the tight material, so she was not overly 
  surprised when the girl pulled her hands out from underneath Laura's 
  dress, moved her back so that she was sitting upright, and pulled the 
  clinging dress from her shoulders. Still sobbing, Laura allowed Missy to 
  pull her opened dress from her shoulders and the long sleeves down off 
  of her arms. The student then softly pushed the crying teacher back 
  over the arm rest, her dress now bunched around her waist. The effect 
  of Missy's hands, now able to work freely all over her bare back while 
  carefully avoiding Laura's bra, was wonderful. Under Missy's soothing 
  administrations, Laura soon found she was able to regain control of her 
  overwrought emotions and stop crying. Yet, she was reluctant to end 
  what wonderful things Missy was doing, so she decided for the moment 
  anyway not to sit up and fix her dress.

  She felt a tingling on her upper thighs and turned her head so she could 
  look over her right arm. She first saw how high her skirt had become. It 
  was practically up to her hips! She knew she should pull it down again 
  (the tight wool was always rising on her) but she just didn't feel like 
  bothering with it. Then she noticed Missy's right hand moving back and 
  forth over her right nylon-
  covered thigh, just below her skirt. Wonder why she has her hand there? 
  Probably for leverage, thought Laura as she felt Missy's left hand still 
  doing wonderful things to her back. Laura was enjoying the massage 
  when she felt it stop. Suddenly, she felt her bra strap being strongly 
  pulled first in one direction and then another. Laura realized that it was 
  in the way of whatever Missy was trying to do for her.

  Finally, tired of the pulling, Laura mumbled, "Just unfasten it, honey. 
  It's all right." Her bra strap was quickly unfastened and her marvelous 
  back rub was resumed. As the delicious rubbing continued over her bare 
  back, Laura knew she was about to fall asleep. It was such a comfort 
  being here like this, she thought, still feeling terribly bruised from a very 
  bad day. But she knew she should get up before she ended up spending 
  the night there in the auditorium. A steel bucket crashed on the other 
  side of the stage, followed by a male voice doing some muffled cursing. 
  Laura jerked up and instinctively covered her chest with her arms.

  "My God! What's that?" More muffled cursing as the bucket crashed 
  again, answering her question. "I've got to get out of here!" she 
  exclaimed, still feeling the mind-numbing effects of Missy's sophomoric 
  administrations. Laura fumbled helplessly with the long sleeves of her 
  dress, but was now so nervous she couldn't get them untangled enough 
  to slip her arms through them. Finally, after ripping one sleeve slightly 
  in her haste, she got her arms in them and was at last able to cover her 
  chest with the pulled-up dress. But with her arms holding up the dress in 
  front, Laura was unable to reach around and fasten her bra or pull up 
  her zipper. Frantic with the thought that the custodian was getting 
  steadily closer and would soon find her on the couch half dressed, Laura 
  turned to face Missy.

  "You have to help me get dressed, Missy. Do you understand?" 
  Gratified with her rapid nod, Laura pleaded quietly, "Then hurry and 
  fasten me up! Please! He's coming!" She turned her back and waited for 
  her zipper to rise. Instead, she felt her bra cups pulled up from her 
  breasts from behind. "Oh, no, Missy!" Laura exclaimed as she turned 
  toward her smiling student once again. "You must help get me dressed, 
  not undressed!"

  Missy quickly pulled up the zipper, so fast in fact that Laura didn't have 
  time to fix her loosened bra. The cups were still uncomfortably bunched 
  above her now unencumbered breasts. Laura was about to reach back 
  when a custodian loomed out of the darkness in front of them.

  "Why, bless me, it's Miss Papadakis. And little Missy Manchester, too. 
  What on earth are you two ladies still doing here?" Laura leaned 
  forward to answer him when she suddenly stiffened in surprise. She had 
  felt her zipper just run down her back once again. She could only notice 
  helplessly as she felt Missy's hand slide down her bare back to her 
  waist, then slip inside her pantyhose until it came to rest at the elastic 
  waistband of her bikini panties. The girl began to pull on the back of the 
  panties until they had disappeared into the narrow crevice of Laura's 
  pert behind, while the crotch band dug deeply into her soft cuntal flesh.

  "What could Missy be thinking of?" she wondered perplexed as she 
  fought to maintain her composure in front of the old custodian. Laura 
  tried not to squirm as Missy twisted and pulled the thin material of her 
  panties so that they dug further and further into her very sensitive, 
  secret places. She knew she should be furious at what Missy was doing 
  to her, but strangely enough, the fact of being semi-undressed like this 
  in front of the old man made her feel strangely stimulated. It was an 
  oddly familiar feeling too, but she just couldn't place it as she talked with 
  the custodian, holding up the front of her dress while trying to make it 
  seem just a casual gesture. Finally it came to her. It was the same 
  feelings of secret delight she used to get in her serious teasing days! 
  "Oh, no!" she thought. That was the last thing she needed right now, 
  getting sexually excited in the middle of school! Thankfully Missy 
  closed her zipper once again, and Laura felt able at last to stand. Taking 
  her leave of the custodian, she left with her arms folded over her chest 
  as she walked as slowly as she could out of the auditorium. She had to 
  find a ladies' room, and fast, so she could fix her underwear before 
  anyone else could see her like this. Then she would fix Missy!

  Fortunately, across from the auditorium there were a pair of rest rooms, 
  and Laura crossed the deserted hallway and quickly ducked in the girls' 
  lavatory. First making sure the room was empty, she went into a stall 
  and closed and locked the door. She unzipped her dress and pulled it off 
  her shoulders and arms. With her dress once again around her waist, 
  she started to fix her bra, but a sudden urgent tingling from her vulva 
  made her decide to fix her panties first. She tugged the dress off of her 
  hips and carefully hung it up on the stall door. She bent over in the 
  narrow stall and hurriedly yanked down her panty hose, tearing them on 
  a screw head protruding from the stall wall behind her in the process.

  "Oh, damn!" Laura cried as she felt the delicate material catch and rip. 
  As she was bent over once again and grimly inspecting her ripped 
  underwear, her bra slipped of her shoulders and arms to fall on the floor 
  of the stall. Disgusted, Laura sat on the closed commode and took off 
  her low-heeled pumps and ruined pantyhose. Standing, she slipped back 
  into her shoes and began to carefully pull out her panties first from her 
  terribly tingling vulva, and finally from between her buttocks.

  Sighing with relief, she looked with dismay at the damp crotch band and 
  took the panties off. She stood naked in the stall, desperately waving 
  her panties about in the air as she tried to dry them. Finally satisfied 
  with the result, she put on her panties, then stepped into her dress and 
  pulled it up to her hips. Ready for her bra at last, Laura looked for it but 
  couldn't find it anywhere. Under the stall door, Laura suddenly noticed 
  Missy's bell bottoms and running shoes. 

  "Missy?" she called softly through the door. "Is that you, honey? Have 
  you seen my...my bra?" Not receiving a response, she zipped up her 
  dress and winced as her sensitive nipples came into contact with the 
  rough wool. She opened the door a crack and peered out. Laura was 
  shocked to see Missy now by the lavatory entrance with a familiar white 
  object in her left hand. "You little scamp!  Bring that back this instant!" 
  Missy smiled and instantly ran out of the room. "So, she wants to play 
  games, does she?" Laura said gleefully. Laura, her torn pantyhose 
  forgotten on the floor, dashed out of the stall in laughing pursuit of the 
  mischievous Missy, her arms folded under her breasts to minimize their 
  movement under her dress. She exited the lavatory entrance, and in the 
  hall outside almost ran down Mr. Playfair!

  "Oh!  I beg your pardon, Mr. Playfair!" gasped a panting Laura as she 
  used her hands to keep the old man from falling over.

  "That's quite all right, Miss Papadakis. Quite all right. I see that you 
  have perked up since our little chat."

  "Yes, sir," she answered as she wondered what the senile old fool was 
  rambling on about this time. Perked up? What on earth was he talking 
  about? 

  "That's good. Can't let these little setbacks hold us down, you know." 
  Behind Mr. Playfair, Laura saw Missy appear briefly from around the 
  hall corner. The teenager gaily waved Laura's bra over her head, then 
  disappeared back around the corner.

  "You are absolutely right, Mr. Playfair. We can't let little, er, setbacks 
  keep us down." She knew she should really stay and talk with this man 
  who was after all her employer, but she was becoming increasingly 
  anxious to complete some unfinished business. "I'm sorry sir, but I've 
  got an important conference with a student scheduled and I really must 
  be going."

  "On your way then, Miss Papadakis. Oh, and please stay perky will 
  you. It suits you."

  Laura laughed, "Yes, sir. I'll try." She was still smiling as she walked 
  swiftly through the halls in search of the elusive Missy. She stopped 
  smiling when she saw her reflection in one of the hall mirrors. "Oh my 
  God!" she gasped in horror. Her erect nipples were clearly visible 
  through the clinging wool. Laura turned beet red in embarrassment. The 
  fact that she wasn't wearing a bra would be plainly obvious to anyone 
  who even glanced at her! "Damn the girl!" Laura muttered. She was 
  truly angry now. Because of Missy's little prank, Laura had humiliated 
  herself in front of her own principal. "Game time is over!" she said, 
  grimly. She vowed to find the girl if she had to go to her home to do it. In 
  fact, Laura decided, that was exactly what she would do. She would get 
  Missy's address from the office on some pretext or other and meet the 
  teenage girl there. Laura couldn't wait to see the look on her face when 
  Laura meet her at the door, and sternly demanded the return of her bra.  
  Oh, no. Laura couldn't wait for that moment at all!

  *****

  Laura sat impatiently in her subcompact in front of the Manchester 
  home. The house was a modest ranch, the type popular 20 years ago. 
  There was a large well-kept lawn in front while in back she could tell 
  there was even a pool. She had been here for five minutes now and there 
  was still no sign on Missy. The home was located only a 20-minute walk 
  from the school and she was sure that Missy would surly have been here 
  by now, if not long before. Her anger had cooled somewhat and she was 
  starting to wonder if this was a good idea. Perhaps it might be better if 
  she just talked with Missy on Monday, instead of confronting her in her 
  own home like this. It was going to be a long year and....

  "Shit!" Laura said, when she suddenly spotted a white bra being waved 
  from a side window. She couldn't believe it. Missy was actually taunting 
  her with her own underwear! "That does it!" cried a furious Laura, and 
  she leaped from the car, slamming the door closed. She stormed up the 
  long front walk, her hands small white fists at her sides. In her sudden 
  rage she practically ran up the walk, heedless of how her unfettered 
  breasts, clearly visible under the clinging material, shook and shimmied 
  under her dress, while her very erect nipples created unwanted sparks 
  in her brain from their constant rubbing on the wool. Stopping at the 
  front door, the flushed Laura paused to get something of her composure 
  back. She looked down at her heaving chest and saw that her nipples 
  were more extended than ever.

  "Damn," she muttered. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all." 
  Before she could turn to leave, the door unexpectedly opened. A 
  beautiful, well-tanned woman stood there, wearing nothing but a brief 
  bikini. Her sun-burnished blonde hair, cascading down her back, and 
  trim figure immediately proclaimed her to be Mrs. Manchester, for it 
  was only a slightly older version of Missy who stood there.

  'Oh, God!' Laura thought. 'I hadn't expected to run into Missy's mother 
  now. I'm not ready for her at all! I don't even know her first name.' The 
  woman did nothing but stand in the doorway, looking quizzically at 
  Laura. 'Shit, I almost forgot!' Laura thought. 'Of course she's not going 
  to say anything. She's a deaf-mute!'

  "Mrs. Manchester? I'm Laura Papadakis, Melissa's teacher at New 
  Berlin, and I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time. It's 
  about Melissa. She's done something that we need to talk about." 

  The unsmiling woman stared at her a moment, then opened the door 
  much wider and beckoned Laura to enter with a slight turn of her head. 
  Inside the foyer, Laura was suddenly stopped by Mrs. Manchester 
  holding up her right palm. The woman pointed to a small sign hanging on 
  the wall: "Remove shoes here." "Oh. Of course," Laura said and 
  stepped out of her pumps. The thick white carpet felt good on her bare 
  feet as she followed her hostess into the long if somewhat narrow living 
  room. There was a large picture window, now covered, on the right, and 
  the inevitable sofa with two matching chairs and coffee table on the left. 
  Laura felt immediately at home. She had been partly raised in a place 
  very much like this one. All it needed were plastic furniture covers and a 
  plate of the Acropolis on the wall and it would be complete. The woman 
  indicated the sofa, and Laura sat, being careful to keep her short wool 
  skirt pulled down her bare legs as far as possible. She realized that she 
  was hardly dressed for such an occasion and it bothered her. This was 
  not how you showed up for your very first parent-teacher conference, 
  she knew, and she wished suddenly that she was somewhere else. Mrs. 
  Manchester went to one of the two chairs and pulled from a concealed 
  side pocket a small cordless keyboard. Laura saw her push a button on 
  the keyboard and a flat screen rose out of the center of the coffee table 
  before her.

  'So, that's how she does it,' Laura thought in admiration. 'Clever 
  woman.' 

  Mrs. Manchester began typing and words appeared on the screen. 
  MAY I GET YOU ANYTHING, MISS PAPADAKIS?

  "No thank you. I'm fine, really. And please, call me Laura." 

  THEN, LAURA, WHAT IS THIS YOU HAVE TO TELL ME ABOUT 
  MELISSA?

  "Well, Missy, that is Melissa, who is otherwise a fine student and a 
  lovely girl...."

  YES, GO ON

  "Well, she has taken something that doesn't belong to her, and I would 
  like to get it back if I could."

  SOMETHING OF THE SCHOOL'S?

  "No. Actually, it was something of mine."

  WHAT IS IT?

  "I'd rather not say. It's kind of personal, you know." 

  NO, I DON'T KNOW. YOU COME HERE ACCUSING MY 
  DAUGHTER OF BEING A THIEF, THEN NOT SAY WHAT IT WAS 
  SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE TAKEN!! THINK AGAIN!

  "I'm sorry," Laura said as she stood up. "Maybe this isn't the best time 
  for this. I'll come back later."

  SIT DOWN!

  "No, really. It's no trouble. I'll just come back another day." 

  SIT DOWN, OR I WILL CALL THE SCHOOL BOARD ABOUT 
  YOU. 

  Laura froze. 'Oh God!' she thought. 'What if the school board found out 
  how she lost her bra? How could she ever explain it and not lose her 
  teaching certificate?' Defeated, she sank back into the couch.

  "She took my...my bra!"

  WHEN?

  "Today. This afternoon in fact."

  YOU ARE NOT WEARING ONE NOW?

  "No."

  SIT UP AND PUT YOUR SHOULDERS BACK.

  "What?"

  SIT UP AND PUT YOUR SHOULDERS BACK.

  "Oh, God," Laura whispered.  She sat erect, and mover her shoulders 
  back as far as she could. She could feel her proud breasts trying to poke 
  their way through the wool. 

  HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD. 

  Laura moved her hands to just above her head. 

  HIGHER. 

  She extended her hands as far as her arms could reach, and shamefully 
  realized that her breasts were truly on display now. A twinge of guilt 
  mingled with her feelings of humiliation. She had done this herself in a 
  public library not so long ago, and had caused a male librarian to drop 
  the stack of books he was carrying. After a studied moment, more words 
  appeared on the screen.

  THANK YOU. I BELIEVE YOU. YOU ARE NOT WEARING A BRA. 

  Laura lowered her arms. She was stunned. All that just to prove she was 
  not wearing a bra? Who did this woman think she was, anyway? 

  HOW?

  "Er, how what?"

  HOW DID YOU LOSE IT?

  "I didn't lose it. Missy has it. I was changing in the girl's lavatory, and 
  that's when she took it."

  SO YOU ARE SAYING MY DAUGHTER IS A THIEF?

  "Not a thief exactly. We were just playing a game, that's all." 

  DO YOU ALWAYS USE YOUR UNDERWEAR WHEN YOU PLAY 
  GAMES WITH YOUR STUDENTS?

  "Missy started it!" Laura whined.

  I SEE. 

  Laura realized that this wasn't going at all well and wondered if there 
  was a way she could gracefully get the hell out of here without offending 
  the obviously touchy Mrs. Manchester any further. The woman typed 
  something on her keyboard, but Laura saw that nothing appeared on her 
  screen. Soon Missy, also wearing a brief bikini, entered the room 
  carrying a large bundle of what looked like bras. She placed them on the 
  table in front the astonished Laura, then perched on the armrest next to 
  her. 

  I'VE ASKED MY DAUGHTER TO BRING IN HER COLLECTION. 
  PLEASE TRY AND FIND YOURS.

  "A collection of bras?" asked the still astonished Laura. 

  YES. GIVEN TO HER BY HER MANY FRIENDS OVER THE 
  YEARS. AS YOU CAN SEE, MY DAUGHTER HAS HAD MANY 
  FRIENDS. 

  As she looked through the pile, she was surprised to find that several 
  had a name with sometimes a date printed neatly across the back strap. 
  She found several with names that matched those of students she knew. 
  She even found one intriguingly labeled 'S. Jennings'. But in the vast 
  pile of which at least a third were white, she could not find one that she 
  could be positive was in fact hers. Her mother was right, mused Laura. 
  She really should start labeling her underwear.

  WELL?

  "I don't know. There are so many."

  WHY DON'T YOU TRY THEM ON?  THAT WAY YOU WOULD BE 
  SURE.

  "Oh, I couldn't possibly!"

  ARE YOU AFRAID?

  "Afraid of what, for God's sake?"

  THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT MY LITTLE GIRL?

  "I am not wrong! Okay, Okay. I'll try some on. Where's the 
  bathroom?" 

  HERE.

  "What?"

  TRY THEM ON HERE!

  "No way.  I'm sorry, but I just couldn't."

  YOU COME INTO OUR HOME UNANNOUNCED AND QUESTION 
  MY DAUGHTER'S INTEGRITY, THEN REFUSE TO PROVE YOUR 
  ACCUSATIONS. I THINK NOT.

  "Damn!" Laura muttered, looking down. "It just keeps getting worse." 

  WHAT DID YOU SAY?

  "I said all right, I'll...I'll do it!  I'll do it!" Laura stood defiantly, 
  determined to show this strange 
  woman that she was not afraid of her. Looking at her adversary directly 
  in the eyes, she pulled down the zipper on her dress with a trembling 
  hand and shook her arms out of the long sleeves. At the last minute 
  though, she discovered that she could not do it after all. 

  She picked up a bra at random from the pile with her right hand while 
  holding the loose front of her dress over her chest with her left. This was 
  so ridiculous! The bra wasn't even the right color, for God's sake! Yet, 
  Mrs. Manchester was obviously determined that she do this. She turned 
  her back to Mrs. Manchester and prepared to quickly slip on the 
  strange bra. An odd bleeping sound made her turn back around. A red 
  light was flashing on upper left corner of her monitor. She hastily read 
  the flashing text now showing there. 'How dare you turn your back to a 
  deaf person! Don't you realise how rude that is?'

  Laura deliberately turned to face the angry Mrs. Manchester and said 
  distinctly, "I'm...I'm sorry. Please forgive me.  Although I didn't mean to 
  do it, you are right. I was being rude to you." She prepared to drop her 
  chest's only protection right then and there (why not, they were both 
  mature women after all) when she noticed Missy sitting on the floor next 
  to her mother. "Oh my God!" she whispered. She had forgotten 
  completely about Missy being there. "Mrs. Manchester, as Missy's 
  teacher I must insist that she leave the room. I simply can not try 
  on...underclothes with her in the room. It just wouldn't be right."

  'So! You would forbid her the basic right of being able to face her 
  accuser? Macarthyite! Fascist! That's it! I am calling the school board 
  superintendent right now!' Laura suddenly heard the sound of a 
  computer modem being connected to a phone line. 

  "NO!" she shouted. More calmly she said, "Wait, please give me a 
  moment and I'll (gulp!)...I'll do it." Her eyes filled with tears as Laura, 
  head hung in shame, tried to accept the idea of undressing in front of her 
  best student, a 14- year-old girl. "Oh God, oh God, oh God!" she 
  whispered, but there was no hope of  deliverance, divine or otherwise, 
  from her fate. Unable to prolong the wait any more, Laura dropped the 
  opened top of her dress and let it fall to her waist. A gasp of 
  appreciation came from the two watchers as Laura just stood there, 
  unable to move. She could not even pick up the bra she had just dropped 
  on the table from her nerveless fingers.

  You have nothing to be ashamed about, Laura.' They were the first kind 
  words, even if she knew them to be extremely inappropriate, Laura had 
  read since coming here. She raised her head and smiled a little in 
  acknowledgment at the unusual compliment before dropping it again. It 
  was the first time in her life that she had ever been embarrassed about 
  her bust size. Always proud of her perfect chest, her 36C breasts 
  suddenly seemed enormous, protruding far out into the room. At the 
  moment, Laura strongly wished she was a petite 33! She picked up the 
  gaily colored bra she had just dropped, but her hands were trembling so 
  much she could hardly hold it, let alone put it on. She stood helpless, the 
  bra in her hands visibly shaking like a leaf in the wind. She willed her 
  uncontrollable hands to hold still but they would not comply. She raised 
  her head to face Mrs. Manchester and, with a hopeless expression, 
  slightly shook her head. There was no way on this earth she would be 
  able to do this in front of them.

  'Help her.' The young teacher could do nothing but watch in horror as 
  her student walked up to her, then circled behind her. Laura jumped 
  when she felt Missy's hands slide around the sensitive flesh of her rib 
  cage and take the bra from her useless hands. She felt a firm hand on 
  her upper back, pushing her forward. Since the low table was directly in 
  front of her, the only way she could move was to lean forward. The hand 
  on her back stopped pressing only when Laura found herself completely 
  bent over, with her breasts hanging freely beneath her and her hands 
  supporting her weight on the well-polished table's surface. Laura, still 
  bent over, found herself being maneuvered by Missy so that she was 
  now parallel to the couch, but still facing towards Missy's mother. 'Fix 
  her dress.' A faint moment of hope died as Laura felt her dress slide 
  briskly off her raised hips and land at her feet. Her protests died 
  stillborn when in seconds her smart wool dress was taken from her. 
  Laura wished she were dead as she saw Missy leave the room with her 
  dress slung carelessly over her right shoulder. She was left in this 
  terribly humiliating position in a student's living room, wearing just her 
  brief bikini panties. She had never felt so vulnerable or helpless in her 
  life. She had no idea what was going to happen to her next, and she 
  frantically wondered what these women were going to do to her.

  Laura felt the panic in her disappear when Missy returned with her 
  dress carefully placed on a hanger. She almost laughed at her own 
  silliness. Talk about conspiracy theories! What was she getting so 
  worried about, anyway? It wasn't as if she were in a room full of men, 
  was it? How could they take advantage of her? What would a woman 
  want with another woman? It was ridiculous! She usually put on her bras 
  this way herself, so why was she getting so upset about it? It was 
  obvious to her now that Mrs. Manchester didn't want her dress wrinkled 
  while she was trying on some bras, that's all. It was still terribly 
  embarrassing, of course, to be left like this in front of a student and her 
  mother. It was her own fault, really. Laura wondered if she should 
  straighten herself up from this humiliating position, but decided against 
  it. Better not chance irritating Mrs. Manchester any more this 
  afternoon. If only she could try on the bras without anyone's help. She 
  reached over to the pile and selected another bra. Grimly determined 
  this time, she tried once again to slip the harness over her shoulders, but 
  again her hands failed her. When she saw Missy reach for it, Laura 
  gratefully gave it to her. 

  "I can't!" Laura wailed softly, as she looked down at the table. "I just 
  can't!" She tried on bra after bra. Most she found were painfully small, 
  and obviously intended more for girls of Missy's age. Regardless of how 
  they fitted, the routine was always the same. Once Missy had stuffed 
  her proud breasts into the usually too-small cups, she would pull Laura 
  erect, then lead her by the front of her panties around the room, so the 
  Mrs. Manchester could have a proper look. The first time Missy 
  started tugging on the front of her brief panties, Laura looked at her in 
  open-mouth amazement, stunned that she would do such a thing. Then 
  she looked down and observed in horror that Missy had already pulled 
  the front of the panties far enough from her that Laura could see her 
  own pubic hair. She immediately rushed the close the gap between her 
  and the girl, and made sure to closely follow the teenager obediently 
  around the room from then on.

  'Well?' She had been trying on bras for over twenty minutes, and to 
  Laura the pile sadly still looked enormous. Laura's breasts were sore 
  and strangely tingling from Missy's constant handling of them. Her 
  nipples kept getting caught between Missy's slender fingers, causing 
  her helpless body to be inundated with alternate sensations of pain and 
  pleasure. Her increasingly dazed mind could hardly tell the difference 
  any more. All Laura really knew for sure was that she was becoming 
  incredibly aroused, and could only pray that her panties wouldn't show 
  the signs of her increasing wetness down below. Her back hurt and she 
  was getting hungry too. She had been due for dinner at her parent's 
  house over a hour ago. 

  The fire of her righteous indignation over the theft of her bra had 
  quickly turned to ashes long ago. All Laura wanted to do now was to get 
  dressed, go home, and try and explain to her probably anxious parents 
  why she was so late tonight.

  "I...I may have been (Ooohh!) mistaken about Missy," Laura told her 
  hostess as Missy struggled to load her throbbing breasts into yet 
  another small bra. Didn't this kid ever have any friends with a 
  normal-sized bust? 

  'May have been?'

  "No, I was mistaken. Missy is a fine girl and an excellent student. She 
  would never, ever do something like that. Not ever!"

  'So. You trust my daughter now?'

  "Yes. I trust her absolutely."

  'Good. Thank you, Laura. I accept your apology. You must of course 
  make your own amends with Melissa. To show there are no bad feelings 
  between us, you must stay for dinner. Melissa! Another setting!' Missy 
  removed the ill- fitting bra, then left the room as Laura straightened up. 
  She tried stretching to get the kinks out of her back from being bent 
  over so much, but she was not very successful. She did not bother to 
  cover her shaking breasts in the slightest. She was sure that any show of 
  modesty at this point would just make her semi- nudity seem even worse 
  that it already was, which was bad enough. Laura wondered briefly if her 
  poor, tingling breasts would ever be the same again. 

  "I really must be going," Laura pleaded, but she saw that Mrs. 
  Manchester wasn't even looking at her. She was busily signing to 
  Missy, probably about tonight's dining arrangements. "Shit!" she 
  muttered. "My parents are going to kill me." Laura happened to turn 
  her head and look behind her. She saw her dress hanging in the foyer. 
  At once the twin thoughts of her parents and seeing her dress hanging 
  alone in this strange house proved too much for her resolve. Blindingly 
  conscious now of her nudity, her arms crossed over her chest as she 
  cringed and looked desperately around the area of the couch for 
  something with which to cover herself.

  'It's time. Please come to the kitchen.' Laura had had enough. She had 
  made a mistake in coming here, and had certainly paid the price. She 
  picked up one of the seat cushions and held it in front of her.

  "I'm leaving," she sobbed, eyes filled with tears. She tried heading for 
  the foyer backwards, to keep her covered front always towards Mrs. 
  Manchester, but she stumbled over the coffee table behind her. Laura 
  fell back, losing her protective cushion as her arms flailed the air 
  desperately as she tried to keep her balance. "OOF!" gasped the 
  winded Laura as her back hit the thick carpet with a solid thud. Mrs. 
  Manchester was quickly at her side with a small pillow for her head and 
  the dazed Laura was grateful to her for it. She lay there gasping like a 
  fish out of water as she struggled to get her breath back. She felt her 
  hostess run her hands up and down the sides of her nude torso, carefully 
  feeling from chest to rib cage to stomach to her pantied hips and back 
  again. Probably looking for broken bones, Laura thought worriedly. Had 
  she hit the ground that hard?

  Laura tried not to twitch when the woman would touch a particularly 
  ticklish spot as she completed her rather through inspection. She must 
  have had some medical training, Laura thought. Mrs. Manchester 
  finally sat quietly beside her on the floor and smiled at her. A very 
  relieved Laura knew then that she was all right. 

  She mouthed, "Thank you," to her caring hostess. Now Laura felt guilty 
  about the way she had just tried to leave. Like she had been a prisoner 
  or something. My God! How foolish can you get? She tilted her head 
  back and looked longingly at her dress, still waiting for her in the foyer. 
  "Damn," she said quietly. "Damn." She looked back at her hostess, 
  who was still watching her expectantly. "Okay, dinner," she said.

  Helped by the kind Mrs. Manchester, Laura got shakily to her feet. She 
  looked back at her dress, and had a thought. Who had said anything 
  about a Naked Lunch, anyway? She started walking toward her dress 
  when she felt a sharp tug on her hips. She turned and saw that her 
  hostess was now holding the waistband to her panties. 'Oh, no! Not 
  again!' she thought in despair. The thought of being led around by her 
  underwear again was too much for her. Covering her breasts with her 
  arms, she took a deep breath and told her hostess, "Don't bother.  I'm 
  coming," and walked off firmly in what she hoped was the direction of 
  the kitchen. In the kitchen, after a brief rest and clean-up stop in the 
  guest bathroom, Laura found herself being guided to a round glass-top 
  table circled by padded iron chairs. On  the table she saw that three 
  small, portable laptop computers had been set up at each of the place 
  settings. Probably for her benefit, she thought. The cooking area was 
  separated from the dining area by a short counter that extended 
  half-way across the width of the room. A sliding glass door provided a 
  view of a large, round object in the darkness beyond. Laura stopped 
  when she saw the uncovered glass door.  "Oh, my!" she exclaimed, 
  after she turned to her host. "I can't do this. Someone will see me!" 
  Mrs. Manchester did an elaborate shrug and went to the closest lap top.

  'The back yard is fenced. Melissa and I enjoy our privacy.'

  "Oh, sorry."

  'Please sit there. Dinner will be ready in just a moment. Do you drink 
  wine?'

  "Well, yes, but..."

  'Good. We'. Be having wine with our dinner.'

  "Great." As Laura sat at the table and watched the two women work in 
  the kitchen, she was astonished at how well they worked together, the 
  total rapport they had with each other. Thinking of her own life, she and 
  her mother could never have functioned as smoothly as this well-oiled 
  machine she was witnessing. Clash of the Titans, was usually more like 
  it in her house. She could see that, her first impression to the contrary, 
  the seemingly hard Mrs. Manchester was really a soft-hearted person, 
  at least where her daughter was concerned. They were actually having 
  fun as they prepared their modest meal! The two had a true affection for 
  the other, and it was a marvel to see it in action.

  Laura, sitting alone at the table in just her panties, was beginning to feel 
  left out. She looked carefully about her, to understand more fully these 
  fascinating people she was with. Despite the outer trappings of 
  affluence, this was actually a modestly run home. There was not a great 
  deal of money here, and what little there was had been very carefully 
  put to use. It was the home of a family that did not have a lot, if any, 
  money for frivolous spending, yet functioned very well anyway. Glasses 
  of wine were placed at two of the settings, hers and her hostess'. At 
  Missy's place there was a large iced tea. It was yet another reminder to 
  Laura that her student, for all her talent, ability, and sometimes startling 
  maturity, was only 14, a child really. The theft of her bra was the act of a 
  fun-loving child, and she should have treated it as such. She would know 
  better how to handle it the next time Missy tried something outrageous 
  with her.

  Finally, the Manchester family joined her at the table, their arms laden 
  with salads, hot dogs and buns. The glass table top did nothing to hide 
  her, and Laura was acutely aware of how her every move was 
  completely visible. Laura was so nervous she wondered if she could 
  possibly eat anything at all, but the smell of the toasted, buttered buns 
  quickly reminded her that she was absolutely ravenous, and she decided 
  that eating wasn't going to be a problem after all.
  Always careful to keep at least one arm over her breasts, she tried to 
  eat with only one hand, but quickly found it was almost impossible to do 
  so. Soon the mellow effects of the good companionship and the wine 
  were felt and she gradually left her breasts exposed for longer and 
  longer periods. Finally she covered them not at all.

  Laura had never eaten topless before and was surprised at just how 
  often her breasts kept getting in the way. She almost jumped out of her 
  chair when Missy handed her a frosted glass of iced tea to relieve the 
  strong taste of the wine, and had accidentally pressed it up against 
  Laura's left nipple. Laura was delighted at how mother and daughter 
  interacted silently at the table. They did speed-typing and word games, 
  each always trying to outdo the other, silently laughing in victory or 
  crying in defeat. There were also a constant flow of jokes and stories 
  appearing on the screen in front of her. It was a very animated 
  relationship.

  She saw that they had created their own private world, and had allowed 
  Laura, an outsider, a look into it. She felt honored, and not a little guilty 
  over her outlandish behavior earlier. What could she have been thinking 
  of, she wondered in amazement. When dinner was over, Laura prepared 
  to say her thanks and apologies. She wondered how she could get Missy 
  alone without being too obvious about it. She had wronged this girl and 
  knew from the shy, hurt looks she had been getting from her that she 
  must make amends with her, and soon. Laura wished she could at least 
  be dressed first before talking with her. She still felt so incredibly 
  vulnerable, running around half-naked like this! 

  'Now for the Jacuzzi. But first we must clear the table and do the dishes. 
  Laura, that means you.' The wine must have been something much 
  stronger then she had been used to, because Laura's head was spinning 
  slightly as she tried to decipher this outlandish message. Laura was 
  dumbfounded!  Not all of them in a Jacuzzi together? That would mean 
  she would be here for at least another hour. Besides, she didn't even 
  have a bathing suit with her, and she certainly wasn't going outside or in 
  the water dressed like this. The woman couldn't possibly be serious! 
  And what was that about the dishes? Did she want her to help? She 
  couldn't have meant that she was supposed to do everything (not that 
  there was all that much) herself? She had to mean something else. 
  "What? I don't understand," she asked, feeling very confused. 'It's your 
  turn to clear the table and do the dishes.' Laura's good humor suddenly 
  disappeared. She was in fact incensed. Who did this woman think she 
  was, anyway? After all she had been through today, to suddenly be told 
  she, a guest, had to do house work was really too much. Laura jumped 
  up, her breasts trembling with anger, and started to point an indignant 
  finger at her hostess when she stopped.
  "Oh!" she gasped in surprise. A severe, yet delicious pressing 
  sensation had unexpectedly come from her crotch and Laura was 
  momentarily overwhelmed. She looked down and saw with wide-open 
  eyes that the crotch band of her panties had turned into a g-string which 
  was getting narrower even as she watched, the material being sucked up 
  by her soft labia. Missy! It had to be Missy again, pulling on her panties 
  from behind!

  "No problem," Laura squeaked as she nodded her head violently in 
  agreement so that Missy behind her would know too. The exciting 
  pressure ceased slightly and Laura sighed in relief. At least she wasn't 
  pulling on them anymore! But now the dazed Laura couldn't decide what 
  to do next. Her pubic area was terribly exposed on either side of the 
  indented crotch band, yet if she tried to walk away she would be showing 
  her buttocks, now totally uncovered thanks to Missy. If she fixed them, 
  it would only draw attention to her condition, which still might not be 
  noticed. It was an intolerable situation to be in, especially after 
  everything she had been through today already.

  Trying to think through the strong wine and the warm sensations coming 
  from her crotch, Laura finally came up with a plan. She would go around 
  the table, pick up all of the dishes, and hold them to her hips. Thus 
  loaded, and smiling all the while, she would carefully back her way into 
  the kitchen, making very sure there was nothing behind her. Once 
  behind the counter, she could fix her panties with her hostess never 
  having to know just how playful her daughter could be. Laura was 
  delighted when her plan worked perfectly, but her heart sank when she 
  noticed that Mrs. Manchester had followed her carrying the glasses to 
  the other side of the kitchen!

  "Oh, damn," she muttered. Didn't anything she tried ever work? 
  Knowing she was trapped, Laura reluctantly went over to the sink and 
  started doing her chores for the evening. Laura stood at the sink, the 
  material of her panties still cutting deliciously deep into her secret flesh. 
  Her every move only increased the wonderful sensations coming from 
  her crotch. Laura was becoming desperate. She had to relieve the 
  pressure soon or she felt she would climax right there in the kitchen!
  Missy had come over and stood beside her, and Laura felt the girl's 
  hurt. But the feelings from her crotch were becoming overwhelming and 
  she could barely finish washing the dishes, let alone do any kind of 
  effective student-teacher counseling. In her highly charged emotional 
  state, all she desperately wanted to do was beg the girl's forgiveness, 
  then run to the nearest bathroom and masturbate like crazy.

  "Missy!" she hissed, at the end of her endurance. "Don't let your 
  mother see you, but you must fix my...my panties. Please, Missy! 
  They're driving me crazy!" With relief, Laura felt the teenager reach 
  around take hold of her torturing underwear in front and in back. She 
  almost dropped the plate she was drying when she felt Missy start to 
  saw the material back and forth over her crotch! "No, Missy! Please, 
  no!" she gasped quietly, but the delightful stimulation of her overheated 
  cunt continued. Laura set the plate she was holding down with the others 
  next to the sink. Thankfully it was the last one. She held onto the sides 
  of the stainless steel sink and tried to desperately fight the sensations 
  Missy was unknowingly producing in her. Suddenly, the sensations 
  stopped! Dazed and very confused, Laura saw Missy heading for the 
  glass door leading to the back of the house.

  "Missy!" she cried to the departing teenager, but whether from anger 
  or disappointment or despair she had no idea. She glanced down and saw 
  that her now soaked underwear was perfectly in place. She stood still, 
  and leaned against the counter as she bit her lower lip in her extreme 
  frustration. When Mrs. Manchester put an arm around her waist and led 
  her away from the sink, she went numbly, with no idea where she was 
  being taken. The pressing of her tight panties against her sensitive skin, 
  the slight movements of her naked breasts, even the rubbing of her 
  smooth inner thighs all served to accent the incredible state of arousal 
  she was undergoing at this time. She had never felt this way before and 
  it took all her self-control not to joyfully finish what Missy had so 
  inadvertently started within her. 

  Sweat was dripping down her face and body, and her pulse felt like it 
  was absolutely racing! Laura had no idea what she wanted, what she 
  needed, but a terrible pressure was building inside of her to an 
  intolerable level, and it demanded a release! Under Mrs. Manchester's 
  guidance, Laura soon found herself standing on a small platform outside 
  of the house. The platform was perched on a tall, wooden wall which 
  surrounded large tub filled with very inviting water which bubbled and 
  steamed.  Her panties were pulled down her hips from behind and fell 
  limply to her feet. The feel of the cool night air on her heated flesh was 
  wonderful. Laura stood with her panties around her ankles and felt 
  somewhat refreshed by the cool autumn air. On an impulse, she gave in 
  to a lifelong fantasy. Holding her arms out from her sides for balance, 
  she carefully balanced on her left foot as she picked up her panties with 
  the toes of her right. After raising her right knee, she paused a moment, 
  then swiftly executed an elegant snap-kick, which sent her panties 
  sailing far out into the surrounding darkness. She stood regally after 
  that, spine erect and shoulders back, completely bathed in the soft 
  lighting which illuminated the Jacuzzi. She felt incredibly sexy, as she 
  stood naked and proud in the outside night air. Laura could only smile 
  when her panties, carried back by the wind, dropped into the center of 
  the tub, where they lay limply until finally sinking in the watery tumult. 
  For an instant in time she had been The Ruler of the Night, and that had 
  been enough for her.

  She went down the steps and into the inviting water, as she wondered 
  what other clothes might be found under the water. She watched as 
  Missy, looking like a beautiful young blonde Venus, arose naked from 
  the water and advanced towards her. Laura almost fainted when the hot 
  water first splashed against her unprotected pussy.

  "Ah!" she gasped.  She stopped and had to get her breath back before 
  continuing further into the tub. It was then that she noticed Missy was 
  waiting in front of her with her right hand held out, obviously waiting to 
  take her somewhere. Missy took her by the hand and led her to the far 
  wall of the large tub, where she indicated that she should sit. Laura first 
  briefly slid down into the water until she was completely covered, then 
  returned to sit against the wall. She was surprised to find that seats had 
  been etched into the underwater bench which followed the circling wall. 
  She sat where Missy indicated, and immediately succumbed to the 
  sensuous feel of the hot, softly churning water. She brushed the running 
  water from her face and hair, and for the first time that evening started 
  to feel reasonably sane.

  The hot water in the bubbling Jacuzzi felt wonderful. When she noticed 
  Missy staring with fascination at her erect nipples, the embarrassed 
  Laura sat deeper in the tub until her bobbing breasts were completely 
  covered. She saw a nude Mrs. Manchester enter the water and thought 
  nothing of it as the woman sat next to her. It was her tub after all, and it 
  wasn't as if she and Missy weren't already naked. The still dazed Laura 
  sat contentedly with her eyes closed, just enjoying the sensuous feel of 
  the water as it flowed over her skin. She noticed that the water was 
  becoming more and more tumultuous and wondered why. Suddenly, her 
  eyes flew open as a soft pulsating stream of water was felt directly on 
  her vulnerable cunt. She tried to rise away from it, but stopped when she 
  realized that she would again end up exposing her adult breasts to the 
  close scrutiny of the ever-curious 14-year-old girl seated on her left, not 
  to mention the girl's mother who was also right beside her on her right. 
  Well, the water certainly did not hurt in any way, it was just 
  disconcerting to her to have this happen, especially with the 
  Manchesters right next to her.

  The pulses gradually increased in force and speed and Laura become 
  very worried. The water was causing her some serious problems. It was, 
  in fact, driving her directly into an unwanted climax. Stunned, Laura 
  tried moving off her seat, but Missy had accidentally placed a naked leg 
  over hers under the water and she couldn't move from the spot now 
  without first having to tell her why.

  "Impossible!  Impossible!" she groaned. Already affected by the 
  sensuously-flowing water over her naked body, the pulse pounding 
  against her sex soon became all-consuming. In her already excited 
  state, the intolerable pressure crying for release quickly built back up 
  within her again. "Please, turn it off! You must turn it off! It's 
  hitting...it's hitting me!"  Laura desperately pleaded as she squirmed as 
  much as she could, to escape the relentless unwanted but fantastic 
  none-the-less stimulation. But the pulsing water continued to act directly 
  on her vulnerable sex.

  Unable to hold back any longer, Laura cried, "AAAAHhhhhhh!" as the 
  orgasm consumed her. She arched her back under the strain, raising her 
  body out of the swirling water for a moment. When the worst of it had 
  passed, Laura returned to her seat, only to find to herself directly in line 
  with the pulsing water once again. Much more quickly this time, she 
  helplessly climaxed again under the water!

  As she felt the onset of darkness in her stunned mind, Laura was dimly 
  thankful that Missy and her mother would never know what had just 
  happened to her. Her last confused memory was that of the Manchester 
  family inexplicably suckling contentedly at her breasts. Still in the tub, 
  Laura groggily awoke to find Missy looking at her sadly with her 
  slender arms around her neck. Still under the effects of her two 
  unexpected climaxes, Laura felt wonderful. She knew that soon the guilt 
  would start, about how she had just humiliated herself, and in front of a 
  student and her parent yet. Oh, yes, she knew she would be in for a long 
  weekend, filled with self-loathing and disgust. For the moment, however, 
  her body was still in charge and she was content to lay back and just 
  enjoy the hot water as it swirled luxuriously over her nude form. Laura 
  suddenly sat up.

  "How long was I asleep?" she asked. Missy held up two fingers. "Oh, 
  God! Two hours! My parents are going to kill me," she exclaimed. 
  Missy indicated dialing a phone and pointed towards the kitchen. "Yes, 
  thank you. I'll call in a minute, after I wake up a little first." With her 
  head finally clearing, she could feel how sensuous Missy's skin was as it 
  rubbed against her own bare flesh under the hot water, and yet to push 
  the girl away from her now would have been unthinkable.
  "Oh, Missy. What am I going to do with you?" Laura asked her student 
  ruefully. Laura's heart broke as Missy continued to look at her with 
  those terribly hurt eyes. She looked around the hot tub for Missy's 
  mother, but they were alone. It was as good a time as any for what she 
  had to do. Laura knew that cheerfully admitting mistakes was not her 
  strong suit, but in this case her coming here had truly been the bad move 
  of all times. The thought that she might lose her best student forever 
  because of it bothered her terribly. "Look, I'm very sorry for coming 
  here, to your home, like this. I did not really want to get you into trouble 
  with your mother, a person who obviously cares for you very much. I 
  know that you are basically a good girl and a good student, but you are 
  very young yet and there are many things you still need to learn. I will 
  never do this again to you.  I...like you, and I know that I would miss 
  the...relationship we had started this week. I would like to help you when 
  I can, and, if you could still help me at school from time to time, I would 
  be very grateful."

  Laura thought about what she had just said. It didn't come out at all like 
  she had intended. It was almost as if she were pleading for Missy to 
  continue her back rubs, instead of continuing to be a good student with 
  her. It was this damn hot tub! Too sensual a place to conduct business. It 
  had gotten her thinking of all the wrong things! Laura looked into the 
  now happy face and was satisfied that she must have said the correct 
  thing after all. The radiant Missy looked like someone who had just 
  been given her favorite birthday present. Of course the girl must have 
  realized what she had really been talking about, Laura reasoned to 
  herself. Why else would she be that happy?

  For the moment, Laura was just relieved that whatever damage she 
  might have caused between them tonight had just been minimized. 
  Missy pressed herself tightly against her in the water, and Laura 
  naturally returned the hug. It was such a good feeling to have at least 
  one special student who really cared about you and what you were trying 
  to do for her. It was when Laura felt the electric sensation of Missy's 
  erect nipples dueling against her own that she decided that perhaps this 
  wasn't such a good idea after all. She indicated using the phone to the 
  girl and they both got up and left the tub. Mrs. Manchester was waiting 
  with towels for them on the patio.

  After Laura made her call and endured the expected five minutes of 
  Greek abuse as she made her apologies, she finally was able to get 
  dressed. She asked, shyly, about her panties. At Mrs. Manchester's 
  insistence, she left her wet panties there for them to wash and dry for 
  her. 
  'Don't worry. I can have Melissa bring them to you at school Monday.' 
  The thought of Missy handing her a pair of panties Monday morning in 
  front of a classroom full of students made Laura want to dive back in the 
  Jacuzzi and hide. My God! What a disaster that would be!

  "Oh, no.  That's too much of a bother. I'll just come over sometime next 
  week on my way home and pick them up."

  'You are sure?'

  "Oh, yes. Quite sure!"

  *****

  In the week that followed, Laura haunted the teachers' lounge as she 
  tried to discreetly find out more about her silent student, and also about 
  the strange fate of Miss Jennings. The results of her investigations 
  were disappointing. In all her other classes, (when the teachers could 
  remember who she was) Melissa proved to be an indifferent student. It 
  was only in Laura's classes that she excelled. It was soon apparent to 
  her that it would be only her anticipated high grades to her most unusual 
  student which would allow the girl a grade-point-average high enough to 
  belong to Laura's sponsored extracurricular activities, a fact which 
  bothered Laura a great deal.

  Was she helping her or hurting her by giving her such good grades? 
  Laura felt that the girl had certainly earned them, especially when you 
  compared her written work with that of the miserable scrawls produced 
  by her contemporaries. Still, it was only the second week in a very long 
  school year. Perhaps Missy would be better than was anticipated by her 
  other teachers. The girl was, as Laura could well attest, full of surprises.

  Since she couldn't go back to Marion Stratton, the girls' counselor, 
  Laura decided to ask the other teachers about what had happened last 
  summer to the popular Miss Jennings, but with all her questions she 
  could not find out anything that she didn't already know. In fact, she 
  discovered that if anyone knew anything at all about Susan Jennings, 
  they became very nervous and quickly changed the subject.

  Laura even checked the local newspaper's web site, but a search of 
  back issues revealed not a single story concerning a counselor named 
  Jennings. How odd! The only thing left to do was to start tracking down 
  teachers who had been at the Junior High last year. That is, when she 
  had the time. Laura found that her personal schedule had become very 
  full. When she wasn't actually teaching, she was with her other groups. 
  If not doing that, she was having conferences with students or other 
  teachers. She even had to train her fledging auditorium helpers in how to 
  operate a stage properly. Her only peaceful moments were late in the 
  day, when the building finally became quiet after the majority of 
  students and teachers had departed. It was only then that Missy would 
  come to her.

  After a few nervous and very lonely hours late that Monday following 
  her visit to the Manchester home, Laura was relieved when Missy 
  finally joined her once again in her empty room. It was by the familiar 
  touch on the back of her neck that the working teacher knew her 
  favorite student had returned to her. Her class work had been 
  exemplary as usual, but Laura was keenly aware that, unless Missy 
  joined her after school again, she would have lost something very 
  precious indeed.
  She quickly allowed Missy to resume their old after-school routine. She 
  found that she had grown accustomed to her student's after-school 
  visits. Laura was also terribly worried that what had happened with 
  Missy's mother would drive a wedge between their burgeoning 
  student-teacher relationship, for Laura strongly felt that she had much 
  that she could teach the obviously immature Missy. The student would 
  dutifully massage her teacher as Laura worked, although Laura became 
  surprised at how the massages became much more intense than before. 
  On Tuesday, it felt so good that Laura couldn't work any more. She 
  leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, and enjoyed the 
  sensations coming from those marvelous hands on her neck.
  On Thursday after school she felt a familiar pressure just below her 
  neck, and Laura obediently leaned forward in her chair until she found 
  herself laying half-across her desk. She cradled her head in her arms 
  and waited expectantly for what was to come. She felt her tucked-in 
  blouse being pulled from her skirt, then Missy's arms snaking up her 
  back. When her bra opened she started to protest, but was soon too lost 
  in the wonderful sensations to worry too much about anything, especially 
  something silly like a bra.

  As Missy expertly worked her hands over her back, Laura realized with 
  concern that Missy was in fact becoming more forward with her. During 
  the periods with their extra-curricular organizations, Laura found Missy 
  touching or pressing up against her a great deal more than before, but 
  always in such a careful fashion so that no one else could be aware of 
  her doing it. Yet, it was done in such a deliberate and calculating way 
  that Laura herself couldn't help but notice, and even be affected by it.

  When she was talking to her Astronomy Club, Laura was sitting in a 
  chair before the lounging group, with Missy as Club Secretary the only 
  person directly behind her. In the middle of the meeting, she was 
  surprised to feel both of Missy's hands resting casually on her waist. 
  She turned to see what the girl wanted, but Missy just looked at her 
  blankly. Laura turned back around, but the hands remained. She was 
  sure no one could see them, yet they still made her feel uncomfortable 
  somehow. Missy kept them there for the duration of the meeting. 

  With the Theater Club, she suddenly felt a hand on her right knee under 
  the table in the empty cafeteria where they were all sitting. Missy was 
  the only person directly next to her. She crossed her legs, but there 
  wasn't much else she could do about it. The hand wasn't doing anything 
  she could really complain about (thank goodness), yet it was there and it 
  bothered her. Laura wanted to take the girl aside afterward but as usual 
  there was as always a crowd of students wanting to talk with her and she 
  had to postpone it. As the day wore on, she found her schedule was 
  simply too busy to take time out for something so trivial.

  *****

  On Thursday morning, Laura found in her school mail box in 
  Administration a note from the Principal's Office, says that her Human 
  Relations-F course had been temporarily been postponed until the 
  arrival of the required curriculum materials. All her students (of whom 
  Missy was the only one she really had any contact with) would be sent to 
  a study hall. Laura herself was granted a rare "free period" during 
  which she could do as she pleased. "What?" she exclaimed.  "Now this 
  is too much!" She stormed to the Principal's Office, grimly determined 
  to obtain the true story on this once and for all. Laura couldn't believe it. 
  What was it about this course anyway that made it so difficult? Was it 
  cursed or something? In the office she found Mrs. Sullivan, sitting on a 
  small bench, serenely darning a pair of antique male socks.

  "Mrs. Sullivan?"

  "Yes, Laura. You were wondering about what happened to your 
  course." 

  "Well, yes, I was as a matter of fact. What gives with this class, 
  anyway? I can't get a straight answer from anyone about it."

  "You should have come to me first, dear. I have all the answers about 
  what goes on here."

  "Okay, then. Would you please then tell me about what is going on 
  here?" 

  "Certainly, my dear. Although please sit down first beside me. You look 
  a little agitated this morning and could probably use the rest." Laura 
  smiled for the first time, and sat next to the old secretary.

  "So tell me," she said quietly.

  "The Human Relations-F course was the brainchild of Susan Jennings, 
  the Junior High counselor. It was an experimental class for girls only 
  that she had developed, with the help of some of her students. No one 
  really knows too much about it really. Sue was the only one who really 
  knew what it was all about. Her main reason for coming here this year 
  was in fact to teach this course that she had developed."

  "So you actually don't know what it is supposed to cover, either?" "'The 
  course is designed to explore the contemporary social/economic 
  relationships available to the contemporary woman.' That was a quote 
  from her paper requesting approval for the course from the school 
  board. It made a compelling case for it, and Susan herself lobbied the 
  board ceaselessly for its approval. She even had her first small batch of 
  students picked out for it, mainly ones she knew from before, when they 
  were at her old school. The majority of the girls were said to be 
  exceptional beauties for some reason, cheerleaders, that sort of person. 
  It's strange, though. In thinking about it now, Susan seemed almost 
  driven about the course, as if nothing else really mattered to her at all."

  "So the course was approved and the materials ordered?" 

  "Yes, late this summer. That's why they haven't arrived. Oddly, Susan 
  placed the order for them herself, instead of letting our office do it. So, 
  we really don't know what kind of text books and films are coming, we 
  really don't."

  "Isn't that a little odd?"

  "Not really. Not if you knew Susan. She was always into the avant 
  guard of education, but preferred to check things out herself first before 
  going mainstream with it. She was always a careful girl, was our 
  Susan." 

  "Do you know what happened to her?" Laura asked suddenly. Mrs. 
  Sullivan stopped her darning long enough to hold up her right 
  forefinger. 

  "I've told you all that I can. Besides, don't you have a class coming 
  up?" 

  "Oh my gosh! I'd forgotten about the time. Thanks, Mrs.  Sullivan." 

  "It's what I'm here for, my dear," she said kindly, patting Laura on her 
  right knee.

  *****

  This week, Friday afternoon was to be devoted to the school's second 
  pep rally, and Laura vowed to conduct this one like a military operation. 
  Everything by the numbers! She didn't spend half her life watching an 
  endless array of war movies while baby-sitting her little brother for 
  nothing. All equipment was checked and rechecked. They even held two 
  rehearsals. Just to be sure that all went well, Laura decided to conduct 
  her battle from the high ground, in this case the Light Control Booth 
  located behind the balcony.

  The guys called it The Bunker, the girls referred to it as the New Berlin 
  Mosh Pit (when Laura found an old soiled mattress up there on her first 
  visit there, she understood why). It was a small room which contained 
  the switchboards for all of the elaborate auditorium lighting. It also 
  doubled as a projection booth for the noon movie. In the center, along 
  the wall facing the stage was a narrow rectangle filled with a sliding 
  glass window. In front of it was an old-fashioned tilt-top desk and a high 
  stool. From here (when she stood up on the stool's top rung that is), 
  Laura had a clear view of the entire auditorium. This was to be her 
  command post.

  In keeping with her battle motif, Laura decided that it would be fun to 
  dress appropriately. After her room had finally cleared of students just 
  before the rally, she pulled the 'Test In Progress' window shade on the 
  door, then locked it. She quickly slipped out of her dress and shoes, then 
  all of her underwear. She felt deliciously naughty, standing nude in her 
  classroom, as she opened the overnight case she had brought in with her 
  this morning. Laura quickly slipped on the special black satin 
  bra-and-panty set she had bought just for today. Next, she squeezed 
  herself into a pair of black stretch pants she hadn't worn for five years. 
  Finally, she put on a large, black roll-neck sweater that came down to 
  her upper thighs. Looking in the vanity mirror attached to the inside of 
  her case, she combed out her black hair until it fell in thick folds over 
  her shoulders.
  Looking at herself in the mirror, she was amazed.  "This should give 
  them something to talk about," she said quietly. "Catwoman, ha!" She 
  went confidently to the door, unlocked it and went out, only to return 
  again muttering, "Damn, damn, damn." The cold marble floor of the hall 
  outside had reminded her that in her excitement she had forgotten to put 
  on her black socks and rubber-soled shoes.
  *****

  With five minutes to go, Laura was getting worried. George, the 
  stagehand who was to be up in the booth with her had so far failed to 
  show and time was running out. "Stage Manager, this is Control."

  "This is Stage Manager. Yes, Miss Papadakis?"

  "Where is George?"

  "Oh, I forgot to tell you. There was an emergency meeting of the Chess 
  Club and he couldn't make it. Sorry."

  "THE CHESS CLUB?? What kind of emergency could they possibly 
  have?"

  "I have no idea, Miss P. But he was very sorry about it." 

  "Great. That makes me feel a lot better. Okay, okay. Here's what we'll 
  do. Send Missy up here fast and you take over the curtain."

  "Oh, (sniff) work the curtain and be stage manager?"

  "C'est la guerre, Jane. You know, 'Improvise. Adapt. Overcome'. Don't 
  you ever watch any war movies?" Before Laura head an answer she 
  saw a flash of flying blonde hair dart from stage left, go down the stairs 
  to the auditorium floor and out the side exit. Laura smiled. Missy was on 
  her way. In the few minutes left, Laura decided to get comfortable. 
  Standing just wasn't making it, but it was the only way she could see. By 
  experimenting, she discovered that by locking her heels against the 
  stool rung and leaning across the desk top, she could stick her head out 
  of the window. It was still a little awkward, but better than the 
  alternative.  "Ah, much better.  Now this is what I call a view."

  "What was that, Miss P?" 

  Oops! She must remember that there was no way of turning off these 
  portable headset microphones short of unplugging them. "All stations 
  ready?" she sang gaily.

  "Light One ready."

  "Light Two ready."

  "Stage Manager ready." Laura heard the metal door to the booth being 
  dragged open. She turned and saw the welcome sight of Missy, still 
  wearing her communications headset, struggling to close the heavy door.

  "Main Control ready," Laura responded. Finally. She covered the mic 
  with a hand. "Missy! Thank God you're here!" she hissed. "Do you 
  have your cue sheet?" The teenager waved Laura's carefully typed list 
  of cues and duties as she walked up to the desk. "Good girl! Now, get 
  ready!" warned Laura, and Missy dashed to the panel by the door and 
  turned off the bright ceiling fluorescent. As Laura turned back to face 
  the auditorium again, she was glad when only the dim red working lights 
  over each of the switchboards and on the desk were left on. Now she 
  would be able to see properly when the auditorium was dark. She heard 
  Missy behind her go to her first cue station. She kept a careful eye on 
  her watch, counting the seconds. She raised her right hand behind her, 
  with a single finger raised. God, please let this work.

  "Cue One!" she whispered into the microphone. "Standby...execute!" 
  She dropped her hand and heard the satisfying "clack" of a heavy-duty 
  electrical switch being thrown. The lights in the auditorium dimmed, then 
  went out. "Cue Two!" Two fingers were raised, then dropped precisely 
  five seconds later when she said, "Standby...execute!" Miraculously, 
  the footlights on the stage came on! "My God!" she breathed in 
  wonder. "It worked." She looked at her watch. Shit! She almost missed 
  the next one.

  "Cue Three!" she said quickly, and held up three fingers behind her.  
  "Standby...execute!" she said and, with a second "clack", both 
  spotlights came on. One more to go! "Cue Four!!" she shouted, and held 
  up four fingers behind her.

  "Not so loud, Miss P!" came a quiet protest over the headset. "Sorry," 
  Laura whispered. "Cue Four. Standby...execute." The stage curtain 
  opened to reveal the principal, the football team, and the school's 
  marching band. Laura watched Mr. Playfair as he walked up the podium 
  placed on stage right, raise both his hands and shout, "New Berlin!" 
  The crowded auditorium went wild, because for once they all heard him. 
  Laura felt like cheering herself, but instead she collapsed in relief on the 
  desk. The sound system was working. Now all she had to do was monitor 
  the proceedings until the next set of cues were due in 30 minutes.

  "Well done, team!" she murmured quietly. Laura was enjoying the 
  show, swaying her hips to the music of the marching band when she felt 
  the oddest tingling between her legs. She looked over her left shoulder 
  and saw Missy standing beside the stool, her right hand curled high up 
  around Laura's left inner thigh.

  Laura shifted her feet to one side of the stool's rung, then said, "Honey, 
  come up and watch with me." She was very glad when Missy left her leg 
  alone and quickly hurried up the desk to join her. It was nice having her 
  there, as they lay side-by-side and looked out of the narrow window. It 
  was very close up there on the desk, yet Laura did not mind in the least. 
  She always preferred having Missy close by her. It kept the girl from 
  getting into mischief somewhere else. She had no idea what her student 
  had been doing to her before, but her pussy was still tingling because of 
  it. Or was it just the excitement of her first successful pep rally?

  Laura felt comforted by the close presence of her favorite student. She 
  could even smell the heavenly perfume the girl had sprayed into her 
  golden hair. She felt Missy begin to run a hand over her lower back, but 
  her mind was so focused on the girl next to her she hardly noticed at all. 
  In fact, Laura decided she was getting a little too focused. Shaking her 
  head, Laura resolved she had better stop daydreaming. The rally still 
  had 45 minutes to run, so she must get back to her job and start 
  watching the stage again.

  She watched the rally move its ponderous way along, but her thoughts 
  quickly went back to the girl so close beside her. As she looked at the 
  stage, Laura had a marvelous idea. Pygmalion! She would be Professor 
  Higgins to Missy's Eliza Dolittle! She would take this wild filly 
  personally under her wing and turn her into a responsible, educated 
  young woman. It was perfect! Like Eliza, speech would be the key. 
  Laura was sure Missy could talk, she just didn't see the need, probably. 
  Oh, if she could just find the key to Missy. 

  As she thought of different ways to help Missy, Laura began to notice 
  how warm it was, underneath her thick sweater and tight pants. The 
  sweat was starting to form under her hair. She could also feel it trickling 
  down her torso. Wonder why it got so warm all of a sudden? Probably 
  from her darling Missy being so close to her like this. What else could it 
  be? Soon Laura noticed how sensitive her behind had gotten. Why, it felt 
  like it was positively glowing. She turned to look over her left shoulder 
  but stopped. She was nose-to-nose with her beautiful student and 
  suddenly she found it hard to breathe. Missy was impassively staring at 
  her in that disconcerting, direct way she had. Laura was close enough to 
  see the colorful auditorium lights  reflected from beneath those 
  half-closed eyes. Laura watched as Missy leaned forward even closer, 
  and she wondered dazedly what Missy could possible want from her 
  now.

  Missy turned her head slightly to the right and suddenly Laura felt 
  Missy's lips upon hers. She automatically closed her eyes as she felt 
  strange, wonderful sensations explode throughout her body. Her nipples 
  immediately hardened as her pussy came alive, almost as if it were 
  being deliberately teased into wakefulness. In the lost world of the kiss, 
  she could feel herself spinning endlessly. As she felt Missy's tongue try 
  to worm its way between her full lips, Laura could hear an annoying 
  buzzing in her ear. She was shocked into consciousness when she 
  realized that the buzzing was really words. Someone was trying to call 
  her over the headset!
  She hastily turned her head to clumsily break off the kiss. She turned 
  back to stare wide-eyed at the teenager laying beside her and blushed! 
  It was Missy's hand that was between her legs, manipulating her cunt! 
  She couldn't believe it! And it hadn't stopped! She could still feel it 
  holding and rubbing the sensitive, secret flesh of her sex through the 
  tight, stretch material and the silk panties underneath. It was wrong, 
  terribly, terribly wrong. She stared at Missy, but as far as Missy was 
  concerned nothing at all was happening. Yet Laura could feel the 
  sensations driving her out of her mind!

  It felt so wonderful! It had been a long time since she had allowed 
  anyone to touch her there. The unexpected climaxes she experienced 
  last week were her first in God's knows how long. She knew she had to 
  stop this, and quickly! But the voice in her ear refused to go away! 
  Desperately, she turned toward the window, but she couldn't see 
  anything wrong outside in the auditorium. While she bucked her hips to 
  escape the hand between her legs, she gasped, "Yes?"

  "Miss P?  Miss P? Are you there?" 

  Oh, God! It was her damn stage manager!  "Yes, Jane.  I'm...here. 
  What's the problem?"

  "Thank goodness. I almost sent one of the spotlights up to check to 
  make sure you two were all right."

  "NO! I mean, no, we are f-fine. Look, Jane, what's the matter?" 

  "The car, Miss P! The car for the football team's skit. Missy was 
  supposed to push it out on-stage with me, but she's with you now!"

  "I'll say she's with me," the silently struggling Laura thought. Along 
  with the devastating hand working her crotch, Missy had used her other 
  hand to pull up the heavy sweater and had unfastened Laura's bra. With 
  so much happening, Laura was unable to think properly anymore. She 
  passively allowed Missy to pull her arms from her sleeves and Laura 
  soon discovered that she had lost another bra to her 14-year-old 
  student.

  "Damn the girl!" Laura said, her mind in a complete daze from what 
  Missy was doing to her cunt.

  "Miss P! What did you say?"

  "N-nothing," Laura gasped. "Just calm down, for God's sake!" she 
  shouted, anything but calm as her over-stimulated nerves screamed for 
  release. 

  "But the car!!"

  "Listen carefully," Laura whispered, using her last bit of self control as 
  her hips were undulating uncontrollably over the desk behind her. "Just 
  find someone backstage to help you. Try asking one of those 
  cheerleaders waiting back there. My God, they certainly look ripe, I 
  mean healthy enough." 

  "Yes, Miss P. Sorry I didn't think of that."

  "It's...all right, Jane."

  "Ah, are you all right, Miss P? You sound a little breathless." 

  "Jane, take...take over the cues for a while. I'm disconnecting!" Laura 
  ripped the headset off her head, pulled the plug out of the small radio 
  pack attached to the waist of her slacks, then finally managed to slide 
  shut the glass window over the viewport as the glorious feelings between 
  her legs threatened to consume her completely.

  "Missy!" she cried. "What...what are you doing to me?" She wondered 
  how her sweater had gotten bunched up around her neck. Her bare 
  breasts were smashed against the desk top, her sensitive nipples 
  reacting wildly as they were repeatedly dragged across the unfinished 
  wood. "Ooooh," she moaned, overcome by the unexpected torrent of so 
  many fantastic, forbidden sensations. She felt Missy pull down her 
  stretch pants and panties from her hips to bunch them at mid-thigh, but 
  was helpless to do anything about it. All she could do was ride this 
  amazing whirlwind of pure sensations.

  The feel of Missy's hand directly on her cunt drove Laura mad! No 
  longer a rational being, she fought to fling her legs as wide apart as her 
  lowered clothes would allow while she raised her hips. She deliberately 
  dragged her naked breasts across the rough desk top, relishing the 
  sensations coming from her electrically charged nipples. She never 
  noticed when Missy started working her first finger into the ready tight 
  cuntal passage, or the third. All she could think of, if it even was thought 
  and not some primordial impulse buried deep within her, was, "MORE!" 
  Finally, her over-stimulated body could take it no longer. 

  "AAAAaahhhhh!" she screamed as, in a series of mind-shattering 
  climaxes, Laura came! Again and again her body responded eagerly to 
  Missy's continued ministrations, until Laura, totally overcome, 
  mercifully fainted. 

  *****

  The first thing that Laura sensed was a feeling of cold. She reached for 
  the covers on her bed, but couldn't find them. When she felt hard wood 
  instead of her soft mattress, Laura jumped into a groggy wakefulness. 
  She found she was laying curled on her side, precariously perched on the 
  slanted desk top. Her feet were resting on a raised lip that ran along the 
  lower edge of the top. She discovered she was wearing only her sweater, 
  bunched around her neck, and her black socks and running shoes. The 
  rest of her clothes, along with Missy, were gone. In the dim working 
  lights of the control room, her bare skin gleamed an unworldly red.

  An unexpected breeze made her lift her tired head from the deep window 
  sill where it had been resting and look behind her. The door to the room 
  was wide open. She wondered dully why she had left it that way, but 
  couldn't think of a reason. Laura knew she had to get moving. The rally 
  was almost over, and this was where the spotlights were stored when not 
  in use. She should rejoin the com-link, if for no other reason then to find 
  out how it all went. She should.... The enormity of what had happened in 
  the room with Missy was still too much for her. She just couldn't believe 
  it! Still in shock, she couldn't move, even to cover her own nudity. It just 
  wasn't important at the moment. Nothing was. A sound by the door made 
  her look up. Missy, still in her own headset, had entered the room and 
  went swiftly to a switchboard. Laura wondered if she had forgotten 
  something.

  Missy appeared to listen to something over the set, then turned a 
  switch. With a dull "clack" the house lights in the auditorium came on. A 
  second clack turned off the spot lights, and a final one turned off the 
  stage's footlights. The rally was over. She watched as Missy walked 
  over to her, reached down to the floor, and bring up Laura's headset, 
  already connected. The teacher looked at the offered set in horror. The 
  last thing she wanted was to touch something this impassive girl had just 
  held.

  Reluctantly, she took it, then caused herself waves of anguish by 
  automatically saying, "Thank you." She carefully sat up, her bare 
  breasts moving slightly, and put the headset on. Her ears were 
  immediately assaulted by a noisy turmoil. "Silence!" she shouted, and 
  all was quiet. "Miss P!  Miss P, is that you?" Laura tried to put as much 
  life into her dead voice as she could.

  "Yes, I'm here," she muttered as she pulled down her sweater down as 
  far as she could while sitting on the desk. It stopped at just above her 
  waist. "At least, I think I am." 

  "Mr. Playfair wants to see you in his office immediately after the rally, 
  Miss P. He seemed kind of mad how you were talking to us over the 
  radio." 

  "That's just great," said Laura. After looking around, Laura hadn't the 
  faintest idea of how to get down from where she was without breaking 
  her neck.

  "Are you all right, Miss P?"

  "Yes," she laughed bitterly.  "I'm just peachy. Listen, everyone. Put all 
  the stuff away just like we planned. I'll return my headset after I see the 
  principal." 

  "Okay, Miss P."


  "And good job, everyone!" Laura turned off her radio, and quietly sat 
  there. She was amazed at how screwed up things could get in such a 
  short time. When Missy showed up with a step ladder, she could only 
  say, "It figures." Laura turned and carefully backed her way down off of 
  the high desk, very aware of the view she must be presenting the world 
  and Missy with her bare hips and legs. On the ground once again, she 
  quickly pulled down her sweater to the tops of her thighs. Laura turned 
  to face her student. 

  "Where are my clothes? Missy, I asked you a question. Now, where are 
  they?" She suddenly became very angry at this still impassive girl. How 
  dare she think she can just use her and then get away with it? Laura 
  held the teenager and started to shake her violently. "You bitch!" she 
  screamed. "Where are they?"

  "I'd be a little more polite to me if I were you," Missy calmly said. "You 
  just might need a friend right now."

  "What?" Laura gasped. "What did you say?"

  "Be nice."

  "Missy. You can talk!"

  "Of course I can talk. You teachers!"

  "Oh, Missy," Laura said sadly, her anger forgotten as she looked at the 
  teenager. "How could you?" Laura felt the girl's hands go around her 
  waist and pull her against tight against her. Missy put her face close and 
  Laura trembled as she wondered what was going to happen next. 
  Missy's mouth closed over hers and Laura's mind went blank. The 
  teenager continued to kiss her, but all Laura could do was close her 
  eyes and put her arms  around the girl as her heart pounded.
  Missy's tongue was soon casually exploring her mouth, while her hands 
  worked Laura's naked buttocks under her sweater. Laura felt paralyzed, 
  trapped by the fantastic sensations of this wonderful girl kissing her. 
  Her mind froze! A Girl! A girl was kissing her! Fondling her! She tried to 
  protest, to break free of the insidious effects of this deadly kiss, but her 
  willpower began to melt the instant she felt Missy slip a hand around her 
  front and work it between her legs. The hand on her vulva was like 
  magic! Laura tried one last desperate attempt to break away, but when 
  the fingers entered her vagina she knew she was lost as the sweet 
  sensations coming from her cunt took control of her very being.

  "Ah!" she gasped when Missy finally broke the kiss and kneeled on the 
  floor before her. She could only stare up at the ceiling and wonder what 
  was happening to her as she felt Missy raise the front of her sweater. 
  As Missy worked her mouth on Laura's cunt, the teacher felt herself 
  flying. Higher and higher she went, until she sensed she could surely 
  touch the stars. Laura dazedly noticed a commotion in the doorway. Two 
  boys carrying a heavy spot light were trying to pass the bulky object 
  through the door. She looked down and saw that Missy was now across 
  the room going behind a switch board. It was only then that Laura 
  realized with horror that the hem of her sweater was still high above her 
  hips. Fighting to get back her composure, she just had time to tug down 
  the front of her sweater and turn around before the boys stumbled into 
  the room. White light filled the room as the overhead fluorescents came 
  on.

  "Miss P? Is that you?" Laura heard a quivering voice say behind her. 

  "Yes, yes," she said impatiently as she fought to get her breath back. 
  "Just put the lights where they belong, okay fellas?" She turned around 
  and shakily smiled but the boys, Josh and Scott, didn't move.

  "You...you haven't seen Missy have you?" Scott breathlessly asked. 
  "Jane needs her to help with the stage resets and props." Laura looked 
  at Scott, and wondered if the boy was asthmatic. She then saw Missy 
  creep silently from the cover of the switchboard, slip behind the staring 
  boys and exit unnoticed out the door. She had Laura's clothes draped 
  casually over her left shoulder. 

  "I have a feeling she'll be there shortly," Laura said grimly. The little 
  bitch! Leaving her like this! "Come on, guys!" She said as she raised 
  her arms in exasperation. 

  "What's the problem?"

  "N-nothing, Miss P!" they both sang as their eyes popped open. They 
  quickly started to move the heavy equipment to its storage shelf, but 
  continued to stare at her. Laura felt her pubic hairs move gently in the 
  breeze coming from the open door and, mortified, suddenly dropped her 
  arms. 

  "Oh my God!" she gasped, and ran from the room. They had seen her! 
  She was sure that they had seen her! As she ran towards the stairs, her 
  right hand touched a bare buttock. "Oh God, oh God!" she panted, as 
  she ran across the empty balcony and into the stairwell. Inside, Laura 
  stopped and leaned with her back tight against the rough wall. The feel 
  of the cold plaster on her buttocks confirmed what she feared. When she 
  had pulled down her sweater in front, it had folded in back and left the 
  lower part of her buttocks still exposed. That's what the boys first saw 
  when they came into the room. Later, when she so unthinkingly raised 
  her arms, they saw something else. They saw her! "Oh God, oh God," 
  she moaned. "What am I going to do?" 

  *****