Attitude Adjustment
  By LCDRJMC
  LCDRJMC@aol.com

  Book II

  *****
   
  How Laura managed to reach her room she couldn't say. The long walk 
  through the emptying hallways, past all of those staring eyes, was nearly 
  unendurable. She almost started screaming in her humiliation and shame 
  at the looks she was receiving. Yet she knew only full well that she could 
  have shown none of it. Long experienced from her teasing days, she 
  realized that as long as she pretended everything was normal, everyone 
  else would think so too. So, while discretely holding down the hem of her 
  sweater, she did the impossible and made it to her room without 
  collapsing, or, worse, causing too much of a disturbance among the 
  remaining students. It was her greatest tease, and even now, at this 
  worst possible time, she was sickened at the knowledge she was still 
  becoming a little thrilled by it. In her room, she found to her dismay that 
  her greatest fears had come true. All of her clothes were gone! 
  "Missy!" she hissed. Even her overnight case, with her wallet, money 
  and credit cards, was missing. The only thing of hers that was still on her 
  desk was her Winnie-the-Pooh key chain. But, even her key chain had 
  been violated by the teenager in that only her car keys remained. All of 
  her other keys, including her house key, had been removed.

  It was a message, Laura realized. She couldn't replace her lost clothing, 
  nor could she sneak inside her home late at night without anyone 
  knowing. She was now forced to find Missy, and she needed her car to 
  do it. Okay, then. She would see what the principal wanted, then drive 
  back to Missy's home and slowly strangle the lovely little bitch for 
  setting her up like this! 

  *****
   
  She quickly raced down the deserted hall and reached the outer door to 
  the principal's office. "Shit," she whispered, when she found that the 
  door was unlocked. It was now an hour after the pep rally had ended, 
  and she had keenly hoped that Mr. Playfair had departed in the 
  meantime. She entered the quiet anteroom, and walked over to the 
  principal's door. When she used both hands to very quietly turn the 
  knob, her over-stretched sweater sprang up to a position above her 
  waist. The sensation froze her in her tracks. Laura looked down and 
  wide eyes saw her unprotected pussy was now completely exposed!

  "Shit!"  She grabbed her sweater and pulled it down, to cover herself up 
  before anyone came in and saw her. "Could this get any worse?" Laura 
  moaned as she looked towards the ceiling for divine guidance.

  "Hello, honey."

  "Mrs. Sullivan! What are you doing here?" Laura gasped in surprise as 
  she tightly held down her sweater. She then quickly walked over to the 
  woman's desk, so she could try and hide her bare legs from the piercing 
  eyes of Mrs. Sullivan. Laura had been so preoccupied about meeting the 
  principal she had completely failed to notice his secretary sitting there 
  behind her desk. "I work here. What are you doing here?"

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

  "Yes, I know," Mrs. Sullivan replied smoothly, her eyes glittering. "Go 
  right on in, he's expecting you." Laura shuddered a moment at the sight 
  of those glittering eyes in the otherwise sweet, old face. The old 
  secretary's look made her feel so creepy! It was like she was being 
  measured for something. How weird! Only using one hand this time, 
  Laura opened the door and entered the room, being sure to close the 
  door behind her. The more privacy the better, she thought. The farther 
  she got from those eyes, the easier she would feel. Mr. Playfair came 
  from behind his desk toward her, then stopped and gave her a critical 
  look.

  "Laura, isn't that sweater a bit tight?" he asked.

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

  "You mean you want it to be tight?"

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

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

  "Sorry. Bad habit." Laura released her grip on her sweater and prayed 
  that it would stay put for once. "What did you want to see me about, 
  sir?" Laura heard the door open and turned to see Mrs. Sullivan enter 
  the room.  

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

  "It's quite all right, Mrs. Sullivan," said the principal. "I understand 
  completely." Laura could only think about how her sweater was slowly 
  moving up again. She pressed her arms desperately against her sides to 
  keep it in place. "Why don't we all sit down and calmly discuss what 
  might be best for our new teacher," proposed Mr. Playfair as he joined 
  Mrs. Sullivan who was already seated on the small office couch. Laura 
  walked timidly about half-way to the couch, then defiantly stood there. 
  She couldn't just sit down!  They would see everything! Didn't the old 
  man understand that?

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

  "This is too much," Laura muttered. She was right, the old man didn't 
  understand! Now she would have to sit right between them while they 
  talked to her. She desperately needed something to cover herself with, 
  before one of then found out she was bottomless. As she was covertly 
  looking about the room for something close at hand to use as cover, 
  Laura noticed Mrs. Sullivan's right hand fluttering directly on the crack 
  between the two cushions.  "Okay, okay. I get the message," she 
  muttered very annoyed. 

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

  When she had almost reached it, Mrs. Sullivan said, "Laura, could you 
  be a dear and please get me your file from the cabinet. We'll need it if 
  we decide that formal counseling is needed." Laura's mind raced. 
  Damn! Counseling? That could take forever. She just had to leave, she 
  had to!

  "Mrs. Sullivan! Thank you for reminding me. Speaking of counseling, I 
  have a...a very important parent-teacher conference scheduled at the 
  home of one of my students, a Missy Manchester, and I'll certainly be 
  late if I must stay here much longer. In fact, I'm probably late already." 
  In her anxiety at standing so close to the occupied couch, Laura was 
  pulling on the front of her sweater with both hands so strongly, that to 
  her horror she could feel the sweater raising in the back, exposing her 
  entire behind to anyone who cared to look. Oh, God! She slipped her left 
  hand behind her and surreptitiously lowered the sweater to cover her 
  trembling ass cheeks before anyone noticed her predicament. "Don't 
  worry, Laura. I think I can explain to your parent why you're late, if 
  need be," Mrs. Sullivan told Laura with a sweet smile.

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

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

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

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

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

  "Breach? What breach?" Laura asked frantically.

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

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

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

  "Mrs. Sullivan!" Laura pleaded.

  "Laura, just get what she wants. Now, please! We don't have all 
  afternoon, you know," her principal scolded. As he began to read, no 
  longer looking at her, he said, "And for heaven's sake leave that poor 
  sweater of yours alone. You've tortured it enough for one day." Laura 
  immediately released her hands and clasped them in front of her. She 
  took one more pathetic glance at the door, in the faint hope that 
  someone would come to her rescue, but no one did. 

  "All right, Laura. Just act normal and no one will notice," she told 
  herself. "You did it before and you can do it again." She turned and 
  walked over to the file cabinet, taking tiny steps in the desperate hope 
  that her damned sweater would stay where it was.  

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

  "It's very damaging," Mrs. Sullivan agreed. Laura could sense Mrs. 
  Sullivan was carefully watching every move she made. She tried to seem 
  disinterested in what was going on, but the knowledge that she was in a 
  pulled-down sweater, which was barely hiding the fact that she was 
  naked underneath, was simply too breath-taking for her to ignore. Her 
  heart began to pound as the sweater slowly began to slide up, revealing 
  every inch of her barely covered thighs. Just a little more and her 
  principal and his secretary would see everything, simply everything! She 
  almost fainted from the tension! With each step she took, Laura could 
  feel the sweater working its way up her body. Just as it reached the 
  lower curve of her behind, she thankfully reached the filing cabinet. She 
  stopped and casually looked over her shoulder. When she saw both of 
  them talking, she reached behind her and gave her sweater one mighty 
  tug, pulling it down as far as it would go. Now, if she hurried, she could 
  bend down and get the files before the sweater slid up too far.

  Laura tried to bend down as she normally would and get her file. But, as 
  she bent, the sweater popped up and she exposed her behind, causing 
  Laura, with her heart in her mouth, to quickly straighten up and pull it 
  back down. Not hearing any change in the tone of the conversation 
  going on behind her, Laura crouched down and was finally able to get 
  the file without flashing too much of anything. Laura held the large file 
  folder directly in front of her crotch, with her fingers discretely hooked 
  on the bottom of her sweater. That way she could hold her sweater down 
  and hide most of her lower body. Not taking any chances, she took tiny 
  steps back to her principal and Mrs. Sullivan. "Here you are," Laura 
  said, trying to smile. First she pulled down on her sweater as far down as 
  she could, then held the folder out for Mrs. Sullivan to take, hoping the 
  woman would hurry and take it before the sweater started its upward 
  journey again.  

  "Thank you, Laura," Mrs. Sullivan told her, not taking the file from her. 
  "Now that you're here, why don't you join us for a few minutes? I'm sure 
  you'll find this quite interesting." Laura was sure the old woman's eyes 
  were focused right at the spot where the folder covered the bottom of 
  her long sweater. Although the room was very warm, she suddenly 
  shivered. 

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

  Mr. Playfair deeply sighed. "Laura, let's not go through this again. I'm 
  sure Mrs. Sullivan knows you'll be late. But I am the principal of this 
  school, and if I want you to stay, then you'll stay. Now sit down!" Mr. 
  Playfair said good-naturedly, still intent on his papers. Laura absently 
  noticed Mrs. Sullivan's right hand was still right where she was 
  supposed to sit, palm down, fiddling with a long and thin shiny something 
  that was embedded between the cushions.  

  "But...."

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

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

  "OH!" Laura shouted, then slapped her right hand over her mouth as 
  she tried to immediately stand up from the shock of something narrow 
  trying to enter her anus. 'My God!' she thought. 'I almost sat on some 
  kid's pencil!' Mr. Playfair's left arm shot out and, without touching her, 
  blocked her from moving. The astonished Laura found herself unable to 
  rise. She was trapped on the couch!

  "Miss Papadakis!" Mr. Playfair softly told her, as he looked directly 
  into her eyes. "You are here specifically because of your apparent lack 
  of control. I'm beginning to see why. Please don't make it any worse for 
  yourself. Now, apologize to Mrs. Sullivan for that last unseemly outburst 
  and sit still, before I recommend your suspension before the board." 
  Defeated, Laura sank slowly back on the couch, and held her tongue as 
  she felt the pencil slide smoothly this time all the way inside of her.

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

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

  "Sit still!" Mr. Playfair quietly ordered.

  "Sorry again," Laura said weakly, as Mrs. Sullivan's hand, which Laura 
  noticed was oddly greasy on her thigh, stayed right where it was. Laura 
  knew she couldn't say anything. If she did, it might draw attention to the 
  fact that she was sitting between them almost naked. She arranged the 
  folder on her lap to hide what she could, and prayed no one would notice. 
  But that was soon the least of Laura's worries. The pencil was giving her 
  an eerie but oddly pleasant feeling as her bottom began to relax around 
  it. It was in fact quite uncomfortable, but the sensations generated by its 
  presence in so forbidden a place caused her nipples to grow instantly 
  hard, and a warm feeling to start growing between her legs.  

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

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

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

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

  Her body was helplessly stirring, as it responded to all of the stimulation 
  it was receiving, and there was nothing she could do about it! It was 
  happening to her again. She was going to cum, and it was going to 
  happen this time right here with the principal and his secretary sitting 
  directly beside her. She tried to ignore what was happening to her, and 
  frantically tried to focus on what her principal was saying to her. "Laura, 
  now you're talking. During the pep rally, which was very well handled by 
  the way, you were heard making disparaging remarks about one of this 
  school's finest institutions. For me, that is a very serious matter, 
  especially as the teacher in charge happens to be a very close, personal 
  friend of mine." 

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

  "Why, the Chess Club, of course. I've known Mr. Johnson for years and 
  he is a fine teacher, and a crackerjack chess player as well." Laura's 
  mind whirled and she let out an insane giggle. She was having to go 
  through all of this torment, because of something she said about the 
  school's Chess Club? The fucking Chess Club?

  "I, ah, I absolutely apologize for my remarks, and I will tell...tell Mr. 
  Johnson the same thing the very next time I see him," Laura said 
  desperately. She watched Mr. Playfair's face as he thought over her 
  apology. 'Please, God, let it be enough!' she prayed. Laura groaned 
  suddenly the sensations almost peaked. She scooted back on the couch 
  in a final desperate attempt to remove whatever was in her anus. But, 
  instead or getting rid of it, the pencil now started to buzz inside of her. 
  The effect was devastating, and Laura sat stunned. She couldn't believe 
  it! What the hell was this? Who ever heard of an electric pencil that 
  vibrated, for God's sake?  "Ooooooh, please! I really need to leave," 
  Laura half moaned, half pleaded. The bizarre buzzing in her behind and 
  Mrs. Sullivan's hand were driving her right to the limits of her 
  endurance. She knew she couldn't hold on much longer!

  "Well, now that you've realized your mistake and apologized, I think we 
  can about wrap this whole affair up," Mr. Playfair said matter-of-factly. 
  "Laura, I must say that I was surprised and not a little disappointed to 
  find out that you had done such a thing. Let's face it, your behavior 
  today has been very disappointing. I had always thought you would be 
  more dedicated to your job than this." Laura prayed that he wouldn't 
  notice the sweat that was starting to form along her upper lip, and the 
  terribly erect nipples that thrust so wantonly through the thick fabric of 
  the sweater. Her nipples were so hard they ached every time Laura 
  breathed, and they were helping to drive her mad. The trembling Laura 
  imagined she could actually feel a hand, Mrs. Sullivan's hand, working 
  between her thighs.

  "Oh, no. Please don't cum," Laura whispered to herself. She knew the 
  feeling of someone playing with her clit wasn't true. The only ones here 
  were Mrs. Sullivan and Mr. Playfair. There couldn't be anyone doing it. 
  It was all in her own overheated mind! But the feeling was there, and it 
  was incredibly overwhelming. The heat still continued to raise, as 
  whatever was vibrating inside her kept merrily humming along, driving 
  her ever closer to the edge. Just as Laura couldn't take it any longer 
  and was about to climax, the phone rang. "I'll get that," Mrs. Sullivan 
  said, as she got up and went to answer the phone.

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

  "Hello, New Berlin. Yes, he is. May I tell him who's calling? All right, 
  sir. Please wait a moment and I'll get him for you." Mrs. Sullivan placed 
  a hand over the phone's mouthpiece.

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

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

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

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

  "Training, you mean, sir?"

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

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

  "Absolutely. Should be a corker. What an ass...! Oh, my! I mean, what a 
  blast tonight will be! Phew!" Laura barely heard the words when her 
  principal left, yet she was still dumbfounded by them. She couldn't 
  believe it. It was totally out of the question that he would have seen her 
  exposed. The implications were too devastating for her to even think 
  about.

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

  "Cum for me, sweetheart," she heard the old woman say as her fingers 
  went to work on the astonished Laura's hard little clitoris. Laura's hands 
  gripped the shiny leather of the couch in desperation as she tried to stop 
  the climax that was surely building within her, but with the thing 
  vibrating inside of her and the rubbing feeling that had returned on her 
  clit, it all proved too much for her. Her resistance crumbled and her 
  brain melted as she climaxed magnificently.  

  "Aaahhh!" Laura cried as her hips bucked wildly under the knowing 
  hand of Mrs. Sullivan. By her third orgasm she was completely stunned. 
  She felt Mrs. Sullivan lay her full length down on the couch, her sweater 
  bunched uselessly up around her shoulders. She felt the old woman's 
  hands lightly trace their way around her naked hips, and then the odd 
  exciting feelings coming from her behind, which had been tormenting her 
  for so long, mercifully stopped.

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

  *****
   
  When Laura's mind cleared, she found herself alone. It had happened to 
  her again, this time in front of Mrs. Sullivan. Laura sat up and stared 
  down at her still-exposed body. It had never done this to her before. 
  Even when she masturbated, it never felt like this. Her few self-induced 
  orgasms were nothing more than a tiny sensation that quickly died, 
  leaving her feeling so very empty and alone that she almost couldn't 
  stand it. But the climaxes she'd had today felt like she'd lost a little of 
  her soul each time. They were mind numbing! She almost wished they 
  had lasted forever. Even now her body was still a little on fire. Her 
  breasts now felt swollen, and her nipples still hard, and tingly. They've 
  never felt so sensitive. And when she breathed, they would press against 
  her sweater, screaming at her to touch them. 

  "Laura," Mrs. Sullivan called from the open door. Laura almost jumped 
  through the ceiling as she leapt off the couch and pulled down her 
  sweater. "You'd better get to your conference. You're already late." 

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

  "My fault, honey. I didn't mean to frighten you." Laura blushed as she 
  tried to remember what had just happened in the office. Impossible! It 
  was simply impossible!  

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

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

  *****
   
  Desperate to retrieve her missing things, Laura sat in her car, this time 
  one house away from the Manchester home. Tired and groggy from her 
  day of abuse, Laura still was determined to retrieve her clothes. She 
  could never go home as she was, and she had left her check book and 
  credit cards in her missing overnight case. She had to get her things 
  back! All she could think about was confronting Missy alone. The 
  thought of having to deal with the formidable Mrs. Manchester dressed 
  like this sent shivers up her spine. No, this time she would be smart 
  about it and avoid the mother completely. After checking to ensure the 
  street was momentarily deserted in the growing twilight, Laura got out 
  of her car, quietly closed the door, and did a crouching run to the side of 
  the dark Manchester home that was closest to her, holding her sweater 
  down precariously as she did so. Walking carefully through a flower bed, 
  she went quietly towards the window where she was sure she had seen 
  her bra being waved on her last visit here. It must be Missy's room, she 
  thought. Laura tried looking into the room, but the lights were all off and 
  she could not see anything.

  The window she noticed was propped open at the bottom with a pencil on 
  the left side of the low sill, and there was no screen. Shivering in the 
  autumn darkness, she had an idea. This window was an open invitation if 
  ever she saw one. Rather than stand here in the cool night air, why not 
  just wait for the girl in her room? She would just have to be careful going 
  in, that's all. It was perfect! She would just go in and either find her 
  missing stuff and leave, or wait for Missy to come home and confront 
  the teenager then. That way, they could at least talk on more-or-less 
  equal terms. She could not expect to have much moral authority with the 
  girl while standing outside in the bushes. Missy had done this clothes 
  thing once to her already, and had gotten away with it, too. But not this 
  time, vowed Laura. It was time for Missy's first lesson in maturity! 
  Laura bent over and reluctantly let go of her sweater. She placed her 
  arms through the window opening and her sweater immediately 
  popped-up over her hips, leaving them completely exposed, as she 
  carefully worked her head and shoulders through the narrow opening.

  "Damn," she muttered. It was a much tighter fit then she realized and 
  she had to really squirm to work her way through. She could feel her 
  sweater working its way higher and higher up her body. It was when she 
  felt the cool night air on her exposed flesh that Laura finally realized 
  what she was showing behind her. Helpless to stop it, she felt the panic 
  pour through her! Unable to control herself any longer, she tried to rush 
  her way through the window. In her haste she knocked out the pencil, 
  and the window quickly dropped with a quiet hiss and pinned her firmly 
  but not painfully by her lower back.

  "Oh, no! This can't be happening!" she cried. Struggling furiously, 
  Laura soon discovered she was unable to move either forwards or 
  backwards, nor could she roll over to open the window enough to get 
  through. She was trapped and completely defenseless! Overwhelmed by 
  her absolute helplessness, Laura bawled like a baby for 30 minutes 
  before crying herself into an uneasy, exhausted sleep. Yet, even in the 
  midst of her real despair, Laura was disgusted and even a little 
  frightened of herself. As she was crying, she was keenly aware that a 
  very tiny and secret part of her was delighted at being displayed in so 
  vulnerable a situation.  It was feelings like that which sometimes made 
  her doubt her own sanity! 

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

  "Oh, shit!" she cried, and tried immediately to retrieve it, but the 
  sweater was lost in the darkness of the bedroom and she could not find 
  it. It was then that she became aware that her body was terribly alive 
  and tingling. Her swiftly beating heart was pounding away under her 
  chest, and she could hardly catch her breath. Her dangling breasts were 
  swollen, the nipples stiffly erect. In her astonishment, she could even 
  feel fluid running from her throbbing vagina down her inner thigh! What 
  the hell was going on?

  Naked and helpless, Laura shamefully realized that she had managed to 
  work herself into an advanced state of arousal. It was the only possible 
  explanation. If she had been deliberately stimulated, she couldn't have 
  felt more excited, more ready! Oh, God! What a complete slut she was! 
  Here she was in this incredibly distressing fix and all she wanted to do 
  right now was cum so bad she could taste it! Laura knew she was in 
  terrible trouble, yet it took all of her will power not to start rubbing rub 
  her smooth thighs together and take hold of her breasts, which were just 
  aching to be touched.

  "Now what am I supposed to do?" she wailed loudly. Through her tears, 
  Laura noticed a computer monitor come alive across the room.

  'Try prayer.'

  "Mrs. Manchester?"

  'Who are you?'

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

  'Try again! Who are you?'

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

  'Why are you naked and trying to break into my bedroom, Laura?' 

  "Your room? Oh, hell!" She had gone into the wrong bedroom. 'Whose 
  bedroom did you want? I know, you wanted my daughter's, didn't you?'

  Stalling for time to think of a way she could explain away this disaster, 
  she asked, "How can you hear me, see me?"

  'Audio-digital text converter with RC mini-cam on a pedestal next to the 
  desk.'

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

  'Why did you want my daughter's bedroom? What kind of sick person 
  are you, going after an innocent young girl like that in the privacy of her 
  own bedroom?'

  "Oh, God! It's not that way at all. Look, could you please first help me 
  out of here? This is very embarrass-ING!" Laura's voice went up when 
  she realized that something cold and wet was pressing against her left 
  buttock. She shook her hips and it went away.

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

  "Well, I... AHHH!" she screamed when something soft, warm and very 
  wet passed between her wide-spread legs, over her exposed vulva and 
  anus. The effect on her already over-stimulated flesh was electric! "Get 
  away! Get away!" Laura shouted as the sensation continued 
  relentlessly, despite all of her frantic jumps and shakes.

  'I will not go away! Time for the police, housebreaker!'

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

  "It's...It's...IT'S TOO LATE!! AHHHHH!!!" Laura screamed as she 
  violently climaxed. After her pulsating body had calmed slightly, Laura 
  heard the hissing of the rising window, and felt the end to the pressure 
  on her back. She was finally free. Yet, she could not move. Humiliated 
  beyond endurance, she was far beyond earthly concerns and pleasures. 
  She only wished that she were dead.

  When Missy and her mother came to help her out of the window, she 
  made no attempt to conceal her dangling breasts. Once pulled inside the 
  room, she just stood numbly. She did not try to cover herself, nor did she 
  even have the strength to ask for her sweater back. As she felt herself 
  being led from the room, Laura soon found herself only momentarily 
  aware of her surroundings or what she was doing. It was all her blasted 
  mind could handle. For the remainder of the evening, Laura viewed life 
  only as a series of brief glimpses. --She was lounging on a couch with the 
  Manchesters on either side of her, all pleasantly naked. She was holding 
  a large snifter of brandy that smelled delicious. The brandy smoothly 
  burned its way down her throat to her empty stomach. Laura liked the 
  burning. She wanted to burn like anything tonight. There were several 
  burnings before she faded out again.

  --She was in a brightly lighted kitchen, talking loudly in excellent Greek 
  to a very stubborn person on the other end of the line. She was saying 
  something about, "I keep telling you, I'm spending the night with 
  friends. Girlfriends, if you really must know, although if I wanted to I 
  could stay with any number of boyfriends. I've over 21, you know, and 
  this is America, not Greece. And...and I can get laid any damn time I 
  chose. Yes, laid! Furthermore, I can also get drunk any God-damn time I 
  want to! And tonight I want to! So there!" Then, with an astonishing 
  sense of satisfaction, she slammed down the receiver. --She was in a 
  shower stall, and the Manchesters were helpfully soaping her down, 
  leaving her to devote her energies to a full-voiced rendition of 
  "Yesterday! All my troubles seemed so far away...!" As she sang, she 
  wondered how they were all able to crowd into such a small stall and still 
  fit so comfortably.

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

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

  *****
   
  All Laura understood for sure was that it must be morning. A 
  God-damned bird outside her window made sure of that. She must have 
  been at a good wedding last night because she felt like death warmed 
  over, a sure sign she had a really super time. Unable to summon enough 
  energy to open her eyes, she tried to find one of her slippers which she 
  always left by the bed. She was going to use it to hit, and hopefully kill, 
  that insanely cheerful bird.  She must have moved them, because her 
  searching hand could not find them on the floor anywhere. For that 
  matter, after feeling the smooth sheets on her bare skin, she seemed to 
  have misplaced her silk pajamas as well. She could only think that it 
  must have been a very good wedding!

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

  "Oh, no!" she moaned. An out-of-town wedding meant that she would 
  have to drive home today, and probably soon, too. She was in no 
  condition to drive anywhere! If she could only remember where she was, 
  maybe she would be able to hang around long enough to properly 
  recover first. She managed to get that one eye open again, and decided 
  that enough was enough. It was time to pay the piper. After quickly 
  sitting up, she discovered that her skull had turned into a fragile 
  egg-shell last night. She laid carefully back down, holding her head 
  tightly with her hands to keep her brains from spilling out all over the 
  pillow!

  "My God. What in hell did I do last night?" Laura moaned. She laid on 
  the bed for a time, holding her head and groaning softly as the steady 
  breeze from the open window felt wonderful on her uncovered flesh. 
  Much more slowly this time, Laura sat up and put her legs over the side 
  of the waterbed's wooden frame. "Now for the hard part," she said, and 
  then stood up. Shakily erect, she staggered over to a desk, and stopped 
  for a moment, using it for support. On the desk was an opened lap-top 
  computer, and on the screen was a flashing message: 'Press any key.'
  Suddenly afraid, Laura pressed the space bar. 

  The message disappeared and, alongside the desk, a small white ball 
  with a single glass eye rotated on its tall pedestal and pointed directly at 
  her. More words appeared on the screen: 'Good morning, sleepyhead! 
  Breakfast is ready!' Laura's stomach suddenly convulsed and, holding 
  her mouth with both hands, she dashed naked from the room as she went 
  frantically through the hall looking for the nearest bathroom! 

  *****
   
  After a badly needed shower, Laura finally felt ready to greet the day, 
  even though she knew it was not going to be a good one. Her recent 
  humiliations were so unbelievable she doubted her own sanity in 
  remembering them. "Things like that just don't happen!" she whispered 
  in amazement as she wrapped herself in a large bath towel. Yet here she 
  was, naked in the home of one of her students. If only she hadn't had so 
  much to drink last night. She was in such agony this morning she just 
  couldn't think at all.  

  She left the bathroom, after first checking to make sure no one was in 
  the hall, and went back to the room where she had obviously spent the 
  night. She needed to get properly dressed before she encountered her 
  hosts. Oddly, she couldn't find any of her clothes. "I must have been 
  wearing something!" she said, but she just couldn't look for them 
  anymore. She badly needed to get something in her stomach to absorb 
  the remaining alcohol or she would never make it through the remainder 
  of the day.

  Not sure of what to expect, she timidly left her room and followed the 
  sounds and smells of breakfast being made to the kitchen. She entered 
  the kitchen and saw the Manchesters busy at work, Missy setting the 
  table, her mother cooking on the stove. Both were dressed in their usual 
  matching oversized New Berlin sweatshirts and tight denim bellbottoms. 
  Laura leaned against the wall for a moment, gathering her strength for 
  the ordeal to come. How could she ever ask these people if they knew 
  where her clothes were without dying of embarrassment in the process? 
  Missy finally saw her and Laura saw a look of pure joy come onto the 
  girl's face.  

  "Good morning," Laura managed to say with a slight smile. 

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

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

  'Sit down, Laura. Breakfast is ready.'

  "Please!  I need..."

  Sit down.'

  *****
   
  A short time later Laura found herself sitting at a typical family's 
  Saturday morning breakfast. The table was well set and the family 
  members were all present. The window blinds were pulled back to bathe 
  the scene in the sparkling morning sunshine. Breakfast was always one 
  of Laura's favorite weekend meals, yet this one was particularly 
  disturbing to her. The family was not hers, it was the Manchester's. 
  Being sick as a dog, she could only miserably pick at her dried toast and 
  grapefruit juice, leaving the rest of the food-laden table alone. There 
  was also the minor problem of her sitting at the table stark naked, her 
  cringing body on total display in front of the uncovered windows, not to 
  mention in front of her completely dressed hosts! It made her feel about 
  an inch tall.

  Using their keyboards, Missy and her mother communicated cheerfully 
  with each other. When Missy once called her 'Doris' instead of 'Mom', 
  Laura to her relief finally learned Mrs. Manchester's first name. After 
  the nightmare of breakfast was over, and she had miserably cleaned off 
  the table and washed the dishes, Laura staggered back to her room to 
  once again search for her clothes. On her bed was her black roll-top 
  sweater, her shoes and socks on the floor beside it. Everything, even 
  her shoes, had been freshly cleaned. 

  "Oh, God!" she cried in despair. That was all she had been wearing 
  when she came here. "Oh, God!" She must have been insane to do 
  something so stupid! Crushed, she sank to the bed and covered her face 
  with her hands. "Oh, God. What a mess," she continued to softly moan. 
  She laid back down and nursed her aching head. The breeze felt good 
  and she did not bother covering herself with the badly stained sheets.

  She looked at the bed-side clock and it was suddenly an hour later. 
  "Must have gone back to sleep," she told herself. Her head still hurt 
  terribly, but at least it was not ready to fall off at any moment. She knew 
  she either had to get up now, or she would be there for the remainder of 
  the day. Carefully getting up, went over to her few clothes and put them 
  on. Thankfully to be at least semi-dressed once again, Laura knew it 
  was time to get home. They were probably worried sick about her.

  After searching the house for her hosts, she finally saw them both out in 
  the back, down past the Jacuzzi and small pool, raking leaves at the far 
  end of the large yard. "Oh, God," she said. Laura hated the idea of 
  having to go outside half-undressed like this, but it was the only way she 
  could say her good-byes. Tightly pulling down the sweater, she opened 
  the sliding back door and made sure there were no other people around. 
  Satisfied that it was safe, she quickly walked over to the working pair. 
  As she approached them, she saw Missy notice her coming and alert her 
  mother. Doris Manchester walked a short distance to a nearby tree 
  stump, and started typing on a portable laptop computer that was there.

  'Thank you for coming out to help, there is much to do.'

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

  'Later. Take a rake.'

  "Oh my God!" the distressed Laura muttered. She couldn't believe it. 
  The woman was serious! 
  "Look! I don't feel very well and I just need to get home, OK?"

  'Take a rake.'

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

  'Thank you.'

  "You're...you're welcome," Laura mumbled. She looked about her.  
  Because of all the trees, the 
  entire yard was a thick carpet of leaves. "Oh, God. This will take 
  forever!" Laura first tried raking while using one hand to keep her 
  sweater down, but holding the rake with one hand just did not work at 
  all. So, miserable in her still pounding hangover, Laura began to rake 
  the yard with both hands, stopping occasionally to pull down her sweater 
  when it rose too high. But, she found with all the movement she had to 
  do, especially when she had to pick up the leaves in order to bag them, 
  her sweater was constantly rising up, not just to her hips, but to her 
  waist!

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

  "Probably want to make sure I don't screw up their precious lawn," 
  Laura muttered bitterly as she continued raking the endless carpet of 
  leaves. "Why don't they get a damned blower for God's sake and do this 
  right?" After two hours of constant raking and bagging, Doris returned 
  to the house and a leaf-encrusted Laura was motioned by a grinning 
  Missy to stop working. "About fucking time!" Laura sputtered as she 
  threw down her rake in disgust. But, even now she just couldn't leave it 
  like that.

  Cursing her own stupidity, Laura picked up the rake and took it to a 
  small tool shed that was at the far end of the yard, where she carefully 
  hung it up. Plowing through the remaining leaves as she went back up to 
  the house, Laura tried without much success to get the bits of broken 
  leaves out of her hair and off of her sweater.

  "Damn, damn, damn," she muttered. She was so focused in trying to get 
  the leaves off, that Laura forgot where she was for a moment. She was 
  about half way to the house, and was busily brushing irritating leaf bits 
  out of her pubic hair, when something made her look up. "Oh, God!"  
  Missy was right there, calmly watching her! "Oh, God!" Laura 
  desperately pulled her sweater down to her knees, causing the seams in 
  the shoulders to rip. The torn sweater easily slipped off of Laura's 
  smooth shoulders and fell to her clutching hands below her hips.

  "EEEkkk!" she shrieked. She tried to run for the house, but got all 
  tangled with the fallen sweater and fell heavily to the ground. Desperate 
  for any kind of cover, Laura quickly freed herself of the entangling 
  sweater and scrambled frantically on hand and knees to the closest 
  protection she could find, a very large pile of leaves. After making sure 
  she was completely covered, a crouching Laura watched through the 
  leaves as an obviously delighted Missy picked up the torn sweater and 
  took it back inside the house.

  "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" raged Laura. "What the hell were you 
  thinking?" That was the problem. With her terrible head, she knew she 
  wasn't thinking at all today. She had been nude inside for half the 
  morning, and semi-nude outside for the remainder of it. So what made 
  this time so different she wondered. "Because it happened too 
  God-damn fast, that why!" Laura cried. One moment she was trying to 
  clean herself, and the next she was protecting herself from Missy's 
  gaze. It was reflex, pure and simple. How ridiculous! She looked around 
  and realized for the first time just how open the large yard really was. It 
  was surrounded by nothing more than a low chain-link fence. Even by 
  dashing from tree to tree, she would still be totally exposed to anyone 
  who happened to look from the surrounding properties. She must have 
  been crazy to come out here dressed as she was and agree to work! Now 
  she was stuck here until someone brought her some clothes.

  "Oh, God!" Laura groaned. "How am I going to explain this to Missy's 
  mother!" The ground under the pile was primarily mud and the last thing 
  she wanted to do was sit on that, so Laura squatted on her haunches, her 
  arms wrapped tightly around her knees, and balanced on her shod feet 
  instead. To her dismay though, it just was not working out at all. She 
  found that in sitting like that it was impossible for her to keep from 
  swaying all over the place inside her pile. Her knees were starting to 
  hurt. Besides that, she had to seriously resist an incredible impulse to 
  pee. Uncertain of how long she would have to remain there, she knew 
  she would have to find a better position in which to wait. Groaning at the 
  indignity, she slowly and carefully got down on her hands and knees, and 
  made sure as best she could that she was still protected by the leaves.
  What a morning! Her hangover was still painfully throbbing away inside 
  her head. The events of the past few days were still just a vague blur. 
  She badly needed to go home, where she could creep up to her room 
  (after of course experiencing the deadly Wrath of the Greeks), hide out 
  there for the remainder of the weekend, and try to figure out just what 
  the hell was going on with her life all of a sudden.

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

  "Missy! Drat, where is that girl, anyway?" A very blonde girl passed 
  Laura on her left.

  "Oh, hell!  Now I'll never get out of here," Laura muttered softly as she 
  gloomily contemplated spending yet more time hiding under her pile of 
  leaves. The sun was beating her pile mercilessly out of a cloudless sky 
  and Laura could soon feel the sweat dripping freely all over her nude 
  body. The strange girl continued on up to the house, looking expectantly 
  about her as she went. Laura carefully inspected this unwelcome visitor.

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

  She watched the girl approach the back of the house and knock on the 
  glass door. Soon Missy appeared and Laura assumed that the girl would 
  be sent on her way. It was something of an emergency, after all, having 
  a naked guest hiding in the back yard and not really a good time for 
  entertaining company. To her astonishment, the girl didn't leave at all. 
  Instead, Laura saw them each pick up a lawn chair and carry them 
  directly toward her.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "Oh, God! Oh, God!" Laura moaned. "What am I supposed to do 
  now?" She held her breath as the two approached her hiding place. She 
  watched Missy disappear behind her on her left, then heard the 
  teenager settle her chair right behind her pile of leaves. She almost 
  jumped with fright as 'Saint' Joan set her chair facing Missy, right next 
  to Laura's left shoulder. She was so close that Laura could have easily 
  reached out through the leaves and touched her. "Missy, your family 
  was the only one in the whole neighborhood who actually welcomed us 
  when we first moved here a week ago. You know that Ma-ma will not let 
  us associate with anyone who doesn't show good Christian values like 
  you and your mother do. Sometimes, though, I Just don't understand you 
  at all. You know, the other girl's I've meet around here all say you don't 
  talk very much."

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

  "I don't get it."

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

  "Wow. You must really care for her."

  "What do you think, Saint Joan?" 

  Laura heard something rustling the leaves behind her.   "Oh, God! Now 
  what?" she whispered.

  "What are you doing with your feet there?" Joan asked. Laura almost 
  jumped. Missy's bare foot was touching the crease just above her 
  buttocks and the other was tracing her right buttock! Oh God! Now it 
  was starting to slide down! Laura bit her lower lip to keep from crying 
  out.

  "I lost something when I was raking earlier. I think it might be in this 
  pile here somewhere. Besides, I like the feel of the leaves." Laura could 
  feel Missy's big toe pressing up against her defenseless anus and she 
  tightly clenched her buttocks against the intruder. Oh, please not that 
  again!

  "Want me to help you look for it?"

  "No, but thanks anyway. I can't chance spreading the leaves again. 
  Mom goes ballistic whenever there is a mess to clean. Even out here." 
  The foot left her anus and Laura relaxed in relief. She immediately 
  tensed up again when a slim foot began a leisurely sliding motion over 
  her vulnerable vulva. 

  "Ah, 'goes ballistic'?"

  "Becomes very upset."

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

  ”'Blessed Be The Pure At Heart.' Isn't that hung on your living room 
  wall?" Laura was becoming increasingly preoccupied with Missy's foot 
  rubbing against her vulva. Being naked in such close proximity to such 
  an innocent girl like Joan was making her body do weird things anyway, 
  but that foot was driving her absolutely crazy! She was so worried with 
  what was happening between her thighs that she hardly cared when 
  Missy's other foot returned to the area of her anus.

  "Well, yes. It is."

  "Saint Joan."

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

  "All right. Have your parents found you a school yet?" "No, not yet. 
  There don't seem to be any Christian schools around here. I may have 
  to do another year of Ma-ma's home tutoring."

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

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

  "You move around much?"

  "All the time. Dad needs to be where the painting contracts are located, 
  so we've been all over." Laura was going crazy! The constant rubbing 
  on her vulva was driving her mad, yet she could do nothing to stop it 
  without humiliating herself in front of this very virtuous girl. Oh no! Now 
  she felt Missy's toe begin to work its way into her puckered anus! She 
  just couldn't understand why Missy kept doing things like this to her.

  "There is always New Berlin."

  "A public school? Oh, my, no! Everyone knows what a den of sin and 
  perversion those places are. Not like good Christian schools at all!" 
  Laura could feel Missy's foot now begin to move faster 
  against her secret cuntal flesh. The intolerable pressure was building 
  within her once again! Missy had also worked her toe deep into her anus 
  and was moving that in and out of her as well. It just wasn't fair! The feel 
  of the leaves against her nude body, the sweat dripping from her 
  hanging breasts over her erect nipples, was driving her closer and closer 
  to a climax she desperately did not want.

  "You could be right. So, how about a sleep-over one of these 
  weekends?" "A sleep-over? What's that?"

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

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

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

  "Well...."

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

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

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

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

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

  "What if she doesn't know?"

  "What?"

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

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

  Laura tried frantically to concentrate on anything else but the terrible 
  pressure that was building up in her body. Laura couldn't climax right 
  here, she just couldn't! It would be far too embarrassing. She could lose 
  her teaching certificate if she ever was caught like this! Desperate to 
  ignore what was happening between her legs and buttocks, Laura found 
  herself thinking of Joan, Saint Joan. Shocked, she realized that she 
  wasn't just thinking of the beautiful young girl, she was fantasizing about 
  her! Laura imagined she was invisible, with her arms reaching out 
  behind the unsuspecting girl, then circling her waist and secretly undoing 
  her buttons on that tight sweater one by one. She pulled the unfastened 
  sweater opened and started to gently tease the pristine breasts 
  protected in their bra. She could easily see in her mind the girl becoming 
  flushed at the intimate contact.  Laura vaguely felt Missy's toes 
  smoothly enter her well-lubricated vagina, but she was so lost in her 
  fantastic daydream she simply did not care any more. It just made her 
  dream that much more intense. After the virgin's nipples were erect, she 
  would snake her hands down Joan's soft tummy, pop the snap on her 
  jeans, and force open the zipper. The hands would continued their 
  insidious journey down the girl's front, ducking under the waistband of 
  her panties until she could touch...!

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

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

  "That was my foot, idiot."

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

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

  "Oh, gee. Do I have to?"

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

  "What? Even school nights?"

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

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

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

  "What?"

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

  *****
   
  After Joan left, Missy and her mother returned to Laura's pile carrying 
  Laura's sweater, a lap-top computer, and what looked like a sewing kit. 
  A worn Laura stuck her hand out of the leaves and waved gratefully. 
  She stuck her head out and called to them, "Thank you!" The two sat 
  close by the front of the pile and, to Laura's astonished gaze, with 
  lightening fingers quickly mended her sweater.

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

  'That leaf pile you just destroyed took me 30 minutes to collect. Replace 
  it.' 

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

  'Fix it now.'

  "Oh!" Defeated once again by this formidable woman, Laura reluctantly 
  stood up and, covered with leaves, surveyed the damage. Her wild dive 
  into the pile had scattered over half of the leaves all over that part of 
  the yard. She was completely naked except for her socks and shoes, yet 
  Doris expected her to do yard word. Laura looked down and saw with 
  shame how the leaves had clumped around her wet crotch and inner 
  thighs, sticking to her vaginal fluids which were still flowing from her 
  latest failure to prevent herself from having a climax.

  Sniffling, the befuddled Laura tried to kick the leaves back where they 
  belonged as she covered herself, but that just spread them around. 
  Eventually, she got down on her knees and, crying openly now, scooped 
  up as many leaves as she could carry, then walked still on her knees 
  over to the destroyed pile. She could not tell after a while which were the 
  leaves from the destroyed pile and which had simply not been raked yet, 
  so in her misery she just started to collect them all. She refused to ask 
  the carefully watching Missy or her mother which leaves were which. 
  Laura knew that the question would not be necessary. They would tell 
  her when she had done enough. Thankfully, she finally got her shattered 
  nerves under control enough to stop crying. As she worked on and on, 
  Laura no longer worried about covering herself from prying eyes. She 
  just wanted to be finished and go. She did try to keep herself as still as 
  possible, so that her breasts wouldn't move on her chest so much, but 
  she found that it was impossible. They moved all the time!

  An eternity passed before Doris finally held up her right hand to tell the 
  dispirited teacher that she had done enough. As Laura approached her 
  to ask for her sweater again, she noticed from the clock on the computer 
  screen that over three hours had passed since she had first joined them 
  in the yard. She couldn't believe it. My God! What happened to the 
  time?

  Expecting yet another delay in her attempts to get dressed and leave, 
  Laura was pleasantly surprised and thankful when Doris so readily 
  returned her mended sweater. Not waiting to go inside, she quickly 
  brushed herself off and then slipped it on, all in the bemused presence of 
  Missy and her mother. Laura immediately noticed that the sweater fit 
  her differently. It was about an inch shorter than it had been before. 
  Probably happened because of the repairs. 

  "Damn," she said quietly as she looked it over. Now it will be even 
  more difficult than before to keep herself covered. She just had to get 
  home before anything else happened with this strange family. "I really 
  must leave now!" she said, as insistent as she could while standing 
  before the Manchesters half-undressed, with her mind completely 
  fogged with the worst hangover she ever had. Her eyes opened wide 
  when Missy cheerfully waved goodbye to her. 'Thank you for helping us. 
  We are leaving for a little shopping now ourselves. Do you need a ride 
  home?'

  "No, thank you.  I'll be fine," Laura said, still amazed that she could get 
  away so easily. They all returned to the house. As Doris went about 
  preparing to leave, Missy escorted Laura to the front 
  door. "Well," said the uneasy Laura, still dazed over what had 
  happened earlier with the girl.  In the close space of the foyer she 
  couldn't help but think of the liberties this mere child had taken with her 
  body. She knew she must put a stop to this strange playfulness of 
  Missy's before it got totally out of hand. She was still wondering what 
  she should say to the teenager when Missy unexpectedly pulled them 
  together and kissed her fully on the lips as the teenager's 
  knowledgeable hands worked on Laura's bare, leaf-covered buttocks.  
  Laura's mind went blank as the girl's heady scent filled her senses. She 
  was about to protest when Missy, after a final pat on her behind, broke 
  the kiss and then pushed the flabbergasted teacher out the door.

  "Missy!" she gasped as she blushed a deep red. "You shouldn't do 
  that!" Laura was about to protest further to the grinning teenager when 
  she suddenly realized she was now outside the house and not holding 
  down her sweater. "Oh my God!" she cried as she frantically pulled 
  down with both hands on the shortened garment. Turning, she dashed 
  across the front lawn and up the sidewalk to where she had parked her 
  car the evening before.  

  "Oh, no!" Laura wailed. She had to use one hand to open her car door. 
  Desperate, she took the chance and finally entered the relative safety of 
  her car. But to her dismay she discovered that she couldn't drive! Her 
  sweater was so short now her pubic triangle would be constantly 
  exposed, unless she could use both hands to hold the sweater down, and 
  her car had a manual transmission! She had run out of hands!

  Ready to burst into tears at any moment, Laura saw an old van start to 
  back out of the Manchester driveway. "Yes!" she hissed and quickly 
  jumped out of her car. Once again covering herself with the sweater, she 
  ran screaming to the van. "Wait! Wait for me!" The van slowed to a 
  stop and Laura swiftly went around to the passenger side, where the 
  large loading door was already opened for her. "Thank you! Thank 
  you!" she panted as she went to the far corner of an empty bench seat 
  and gratefully sat down. Missy immediately joined her and rested her 
  head on the amused Laura's shoulder.

  *****
   
  When the van pulled up in front of her house, the first thing that the 
  blurry-eyed Laura noticed was the neat row of new packing boxes 
  aligned next to the sidewalk. On top of one box she saw her modest 
  stereo system, on another was her bedroom desk lamp, and on yet 
  another was her aging computer. With a sinking feeling of disbelief, she 
  quickly left the van and ran to the boxes. She opened the one nearest 
  her and found it full of her clothes, all neatly folded. Another box 
  contained all of her college textbooks and references on education. "I 
  don't believe it!" All her possessions, everything she owned in this world 
  that she had kept here at her home was now out on the sidewalk. They 
  had thrown her out! She stared open-mouthed at the house for a 
  moment, then started striding swiftly up the walk toward the front door. 
  A barrage of Greek coming from the house stopped her!

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

  Laura dropped her arms and rubbed her hands together in front of her 
  as she said loudly, "And that takes care of that!" Laughing, she started 
  moving her things into the back of the van, and was soon helped by the 
  Manchesters. She made no effort to cover herself in any way as the van 
  was packed solid. It was only after the loaded van had left her old 
  neighborhood that Laura discovered she couldn't contain herself any 
  longer. Desolate, she could only cry on her student's shoulder 
  uncontrollably as she tightly hugged her, uncaring that her sweater had 
  worked its way up to her waist.

  She moaned, "They threw me out! How could they throw me out?" 
  When she felt Missy playfully toying with her exposed pubic hair as she 
  picked out bits of leaf, she was far too distraught to protest to the child. 
  Besides, Laura knew that the teenager, in her own sweet way, was just 
  trying to cheer her up. Lost in her misery, Laura had no idea of their 
  destination, nor did she care. She just clung to Missy desperately as she 
  asked herself again and again, "What am I going to do?" The van 
  bumped to a stop, and Laura saw that they had returned to the 
  Manchester driveway. She realized the logic of it immediately. Where 
  else could she go for now, without money or any of her identification? 
  "Th-thank y-you," she sobbed to Missy, who just smiled in a comforting 
  way and patted her on her uncovered right hip.

  When Doris opened the side door to the van, the crying Laura 
  discovered she couldn't move. She felt so dead inside, so empty, so 
  tired. She was also aware again of how she was dressed. Even in her 
  dulled state, she realized she shouldn't go out like this! Yet, when she 
  felt Missy's hand circle her naked waist and start to pull her from the 
  van, it was such a natural gesture that Laura easily moved with her. 
  Once outside the van, she tried to pull down her sweater, but Missy's 
  guiding arm around her waist prevented her from covering herself as 
  they walked slowly toward the house. Just before entering, the dejected 
  Laura turned and saw Missy's mother start to unload the van.  'What 
  nice people,' she said, as Missy led her through the foyer and to the 
  living room couch. She thought nothing of it when Missy pulled her 
  sweater off over her head, then had her lay down on the couch, where 
  she removed her shoes and socks. Laura laid there for some time, when 
  she began to sense intense activity going on around her. She opened her 
  eyes and, through her drying tears, saw the Manchesters repeatedly 
  pass by carrying her things into the house. Shamed by all of this work 
  being done on her behalf as she lay uselessly on the couch, Laura 
  rubbed her hands over her face to help clear her head, then stood up and 
  took the first box (it was carried by Doris) that came her way.  

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

  "No time now. I understand," Laura said with a slight smile. Laura led 
  the way back upstairs and to the front of the house, passing a grinning 
  Missy who was loaded with another box going to the basement along the 
  way. When at the front door she stopped. She had expected Missy and 
  her mother to pass her the remaining boxes and her other things as she 
  waited just inside the door for them. She was very surprised when Doris 
  started to push her from behind to go outside the door! She turned to 
  face the woman.  

  "Oh, no," she pleaded. "I can't do that. Please, Mrs. Manchester, er, 
  Doris. I'm completely naked! I can't go out there!" But the implacable 
  Doris merely pointed towards the van, and started walking towards her. 
  Very conscious now of her nudity, Laura could only back up in the 
  narrow foyer as the woman continued to near her. Soon she felt the cold 
  mesh of the screen door pressing against her buttocks, yet Doris still 
  moved silently towards her. The woman was almost up against her 
  breasts when Laura could not take it any longer and backed out the 
  door. Stunned, she realized that she was now outside the front of the 
  house and completely naked. She almost bent completely over in her 
  frantic efforts to cover herself.

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

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

  "What?" a very nervous Laura asked, crouching behind her box. "What 
  now?" Mrs. Manchester just waved her hand once at everything still 
  inside the van, then waited. "Oh, God! You don't want me to take out 
  everything now, do you?" the astonished Laura asked, and Doris 
  nodded. "Oh, God!  What if someone should...!" started Laura, but she 
  stopped as Mrs. Manchester just stood there looking at her, with her 
  arms folded across her chest and her head tilted a little to the left.
  "Oh, God!" Laura cried. She then threw down her box and went 
  scrambling back into the van. She was deep in her work when she heard 
  a sound behind her and froze. With great trepidation, Laura looked over 
  her right shoulder and saw with horror a stout, middle-aged woman 
  standing at the back of the van. The woman's watery blue eyes, greatly 
  magnified by her thick glasses, were looking right at her!

  "What on earth are you doing?" the woman demanded, as she 
  dramatically lifted her right hand and pointed a stubby forefinger at the 
  quaking Laura. "EEEK!" Laura screeched. She scrambled to hide 
  behind one of her boxes. "I said, what do you think you're doing?"

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

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

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

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

  "But I'm not with a sorority!"

  "Of course not. I'm not stupid. You have to finish the initiation first. 
  Except now you'll have to finish with me first!" So intent was Laura on 
  protecting herself from the older woman's haughty gaze that she was 
  unable to resist when the woman started to drag her towards the open 
  rear of the van. 

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

  "Ha! You come naked into my neighborhood and start messing with 
  peoples' stuff, and I'm the one who doesn't understand? Ha! Come along 
  now." Laura was weeping helplessly by the time the woman pulled her 
  out of the van.  "I, Bertha Wolf, am making a citizen's arrest, you young 
  hussy!" 

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

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

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

  "Sure, honey. Let's go!" A thoroughly alarmed Laura felt herself being 
  pushed from behind!

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

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

  "What's that?  What are you doing with my hands? Oh my God! You've 
  handcuffed me! Oh God! My hands are behind me! I can't even...! Oh 
  God!" Laura stood naked outside the van. Her cuffed hands had her 
  shoulders thrown back, causing her proud breasts to be thrust forward. 
  Her nude body gleamed in the bright afternoon sun. Laura had never 
  felt so humiliated! 

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

  "But I can't...!" SMACK! "You hit me! Whaaa!" 

  "Move your little tush or I'll really make it black-and-blue for you!" 
  Desperate to get inside before someone should see her like this, Laura 
  eagerly walked, practically ran, to the closed front door. 'They'll help 
  me!' she told herself. 'They will save me from this horrible woman!' She 
  tried to knock on the door, but realized that she would have to turn 
  around and face the street, exposing her naked front to the world, in 
  order to use her cuffed hands. "Oh, God," she cried as she now had to 
  wait for her puffing companion to join her. Bertha Wolf rang the bell and 
  stood patiently, as Laura fidgeted helplessly beside her, for someone to 
  come. Missy's mother opened the door, and gave them both a bored, 
  quizzical expression.

  "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, Doris," said Bertha Wolf 
  apologetically, "but this young woman claims to be a friend of yours. I 
  caught her going through your van." Mrs. Manchester nodded once. 
  "So, she is a friend, then? Well, my mistake. Oh, hang it! I don't have 
  my keys with me. Mind if I take your friend with me over to my place a 
  moment, so I can take those silly cuffs off of her?"

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

  Mrs. Manchester nodded once again. "Fine! She'll be right back, Mrs. 
  M, never fear."

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

  "You asked for this!" said Bertha sternly as she moved behind Laura. 
  Laura felt an arm go around her waist just before receiving a sharp 
  "smack" on her left buttock!

  "Ow!" she cried in astonishment and pain as she rubbed her sore 
  buttock with the backs of her fastened hands. SMACK! Again she felt a 
  sharp pain, only this time on her right buttock! Then she realized what 
  was happening. She was being spanked while she was stark naked in 
  public! Laura desperately twisted and turned to protect her tender 
  buttocks, but she was too restrained by Bertha Wolf to be able to 
  escape the relentless woman's hand. Finally she just gave up and stood 
  there bawling like a baby, too overwhelmed with humiliation and shock 
  to fight any more the blows raining down upon her helpless, quivering 
  flesh!

  "Good!" Bertha said as she stopped. "That's more like it. And stop 
  blubbering, will you. That didn't hurt a bit. Now move." Blinded by her 
  tears, Laura could only go in whatever direction wherever that terrible 
  woman told her, all the time leading her farther and farther away from 
  the sanctuary of the Manchester home. The woman was correct, though. 
  Her poor bottom felt like she had gotten a mild sunburn there, and that 
  was all. It did not really bother her. It was the idea of being spanked in 
  such a humiliating way that caused her such distress.

  Laura hung her head in shame and prayed that her falling hair would 
  hide her face as she padded naked and barefoot along the sidewalk in 
  this quiet, old established neighborhood to this strange woman's home. 
  Her utter humiliation at the hands of this total stranger was complete. 
  Her life was surely over. This couldn't get any worse. A ranch-style 
  house with 'B. Wolf' on the mailbox in front was thankfully only a few 
  homes away. Laura turned automatically up the front walk and started 
  for the door, only to be stopped by a sharp tug on her cuffed hands.

  "The garage door for you, hussy!" As she walked across the wide front 
  lawn towards the attached garage, Laura noticed for the first time that 
  the long, curved driveway was crowded with vans. Her pace became 
  slower and slower as she realized that this place must be packed with 
  people. Oh God! Something was going on here! It was only the intense 
  desire to get anywhere inside that allowed her to enter the opened 
  garage. She stood cringing in front of the closed kitchen door as she 
  waited for her tormentor to open it for her. "Wipe your feet, slut!" 
  Laura obediently wiped her dirty feet on the mat. Bertha opened the 
  door and Laura carefully made her way inside the cheerful looking but 
  deserted kitchen. "My headquarters are in the basement," Bertha said. 
  Laura went to the open basement door, but hesitated. Quite a few voices 
  were coming up from the basement, although she could not see any one 
  down the dark stairway. She was not at all sure of what she was getting 
  into here, and, even in the depths of her terrible misery, it was starting 
  to make her feel very nervous! 

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

  She shook her head wildly, and said, "I can't go down...Oh!" A hand on 
  her right buttock got her moving swiftly down the stairs. At the bottom 
  of the stairs, Laura found herself confronted by a narrow carpeted 
  corridor leading into a bewildering plasterboard maze with doors and 
  corridors on either side. 

  "Go right, right, left and right," the woman said in answer to Laura's 
  unspoken question. Following the directions, Laura was soon confronted 
  by a door labeled "Neighborhood Watch, Official Business Only". 
  Inside the small, poorly-lit room was crowded a desk with chair, a file 
  cabinet, a small microwave oven on a stand, and the same type of 
  examining table found in a doctor's office. In spite of the room's size, 
  there was second door on the room's far side.

  After closing the door behind them, Bertha growled, "Turn around." 
  Fearfully, Laura turned her back to the woman, only to have her 
  handcuffs removed.

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

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

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

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

  "Oh, God," she muttered.  "Will this never end?" If only the damn 
  pounding in her head would stop for a moment and let her think clearly. 
  She was so confused by everything that had happened, she didn't know 
  what to do any more. She reluctantly turned and sat on the table. "What 
  do my teeth have to do with anything, anyway?" Laura complained. 
  "They're perfect."  

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

  "Oh, but this is so silly!" she protested weakly as she laid face-down on 
  the long table. "I don't even have any cavities!" She took the small 
  pillow offered by Bertha and placed it gratefully under her aching head. 
  Laura heard Bertha place something in the microwave, then turn it on. 
  The oven turned itself off after a few seconds and Laura heard the oven 
  door open once again. Soon a heady fragrance filled the air of the 
  confined room. The nervous Laura was startled to feel something very 
  warm being applied to the back of her shoulders. "Oh! What's that?"

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

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

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

  "Oh. Right." Laura couldn't understand what that woman was so 
  obviously nervous about. She could even feel a trembling in her hands 
  as they applied the disinfectant to her back. After all, she wasn't the one 
  laying naked on a table! Despite the unusual circumstances, Laura 
  realized it was practically her first chance to relax since this very 
  strange and exhausting day began. As she had to be here anyway, she 
  might as well make the best of it. She sighed and closed her eyes, 
  intently thankful that she wasn't on public display outside any more. At 
  least it was much more comfortable for her to be here, and as soon as 
  this strange woman quickly finished with whatever it was she had to do, 
  then she would borrow some clothes from her and get back home. 
  Except she had no home any more.

  Choking back a sob, she drove that thought from her overwrought mind. 
  Better not think about anything for a while, she decided. Better that 
  way. Otherwise she was sure to make a fool of herself in front of this 
  woman, even more than she had already, if that was possible. If she had 
  to be checked for cavities (honestly!), the cleaning was probably for the 
  best, anyway. Laura knew she hadn't been able to wash since this 
  morning and was certain her body was pretty ripe by now. And the smell 
  of that disinfectant was simply heavenly. Still, it seemed an awful lot of 
  trouble just to check out her teeth. As the strong hands worked on her 
  upper back, Laura was amazed at the way this disinfectant worked. It 
  didn't dry off like any other alcohol-based cleaner she had been exposed 
  to. Instead, this one felt like it was actually coating her in a thick film of 
  warm oil. She had never had anything like it. The feeling on her skin was 
  delicious! She was almost purring by the time the hands had worked 
  their way down to her waist. When Laura first felt a hand on her upper 
  swell of her jutting buttocks, she stiffened. She hadn't realized that her 
  being cleaned would include her behind as well. What had that to do with 
  her teeth?

  When she felt the mild burning of her poor abused buttocks being 
  replaced by a wonderful deep warmth she relaxed again. If that woman 
  could make her feel even a little better after what she had done to her, 
  an innocent teacher, then it was well worth enduring the indignity of 
  having her behind touched a little. Bertha worked on the firm muscles of 
  her buttocks and she melted. Oh, that felt so good! Laura was glad 
  though when the woman's hands moved to the backs of her thighs, 
  because it was starting to feel a little too good. She could sense her body 
  start to respond in a very un-medical way to the through application of 
  the disinfectant on her behind. A large amount of disinfectant must have 
  accidentally worked it way between her thighs, because Laura was 
  suddenly aware of an all-consuming warmth covering her vulva!

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

  "Damn! Now I've spilled some," Laura dimly heard the woman say and 
  then felt her hands move between her oil-slick thighs to presumably try 
  and collect the dripping disinfectant. But to do that, the woman's hands 
  had to move all over her incredibly responsive secret places. Although 
  she tried desperately to fight it, the glorious sensations coming from her 
  sex were soon too much for her, and before Laura knew it her body was 
  shaking madly under the effects of a monstrous orgasm.

  "Oh, no!" she wailed as her body started to spasm from a continuous 
  chain of climaxes. Frantic, Laura's hips danced madly in her efforts to 
  escape the woman's deadly if unintentional stimulation. She knew that 
  Bertha must not have realized what was happening to her, because the 
  woman's hands were still busy on her pulsating and jumping crotch, 
  trying to collect the spilled disinfectant. It was maddening! As soon as 
  she recovered from one climax, another would immediately begin. Oh, 
  God! This woman was making her cum again and again, and she didn't 
  even know it!

  Finally a gasping Laura had a chance to recover when the woman 
  started working down her legs. She lay limply on the table, trying 
  desperately to get her body under control again. But the effects of the 
  oddly sensual disinfectant and the woman's hands were keeping her 
  right on the edge. Even now, Laura was ashamed to realize she strongly 
  wanted to cum! Her legs finished, Laura waited dully for the woman to 
  finish. She felt her oiled buttocks being pried apart, then there was a 
  sharp pain in her anus which quickly faded. The dazed Laura wondered 
  what the woman was doing there of all places. Then she sensed the 
  woman moving up to her shoulders. Thank God! She must be almost 
  done.

  But to Laura's disappointment, the woman merely flipped her over on 
  her back. When she felt the warm oil being applied on her upper chest, 
  Laura panicked. She was almost out of control here, and she knew she 
  could not take any more of this! Her body was so ready as it was, if that 
  woman should even touch her breasts she would cum again for sure! 
  Laura weakly pushed the woman's hands away and rolled off of the 
  table. She was surprised when the woman made no move to stop her. 
  She staggered to her feet and looked for the door. There were two, and 
  in her mind-shattered state she couldn't remember which door she had 
  used earlier. She went to the one closest to her and opened it.

  "Damn," she muttered, faced with the prospect of another featureless 
  corridor with closed doors to either side and other corridors branching 
  off into the darkness. She looked behind her and saw Bertha Wolf 
  closing the bottle of disinfectant and placing it back in the microwave 
  oven. "Oh, God!" The woman still intended to finish her cleaning. Laura 
  hurried down the corridor as fast as her spinning head would allow. Soon 
  hopelessly lost, Laura continued to stumble along the seemingly endless 
  passage.

  "How big is this damned basement, anyway?" she wailed in her 
  frustration at being unable to find an exit. Finally, the right side of the 
  corridor gave way to a cinder block wall. At regular intervals, Laura saw 
  that there were large opaque glass bricks set high into the wall to allow 
  light into the basement. At the half-way point in going down the passage, 
  she found one of the glass blocks was also designed to be opened as a 
  window.

  "Yes!" she exclaimed with satisfaction. Now all she had to do was get 
  up there and she was out of here! She tried reaching for the latch, but 
  stopped when her already erect nipples scraped painfully against the 
  cinder block wall. "Ow!" she cried and tried to rub the hurt away with 
  her hands. "Damn! I'll never go naked anywhere again!" The latch was 
  too high for her to reach anyway. She had to find something to climb on 
  and fast. She had not seen the Wolf woman in some time and her vagina 
  tingled in happy anticipation of what that obviously maladroit woman 
  might accidentally yet do to her poor defenseless body.

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

  "Well, it'll just have to do," Laura said. She wheeled the small cart out 
  of the room and placed it under the window. Laura climbed onto the 
  rickety card, and stood uncertainly for a moment on the shaking 
  platform as it creaked ominously under her weight. "Oh, God," she 
  muttered. "Please hold." The latch was within easy reach now and she 
  opened it. Being very careful about her sensitive breasts, she pulled 
  herself up to the high opening. Sensing freedom, Laura pushed on the 
  cart to give her enough leverage to climb over the sill. "Oh, no!" she 
  cried as she felt the cart start to move under her feet. She tried to pull 
  herself over the sill but it was too late. The cart rolled across the narrow 
  passage until it stopped against the opposite wall, with Laura's toes still 
  barely on the upper rim. Only her upper body had made it through the 
  opening, her arms stretched out in front of her, her hands clutching the 
  grass desperately to keep her from sliding back into the basement. Her 
  breasts were pressed firmly into the thick lawn, the soft grass tickling 
  her naked skin. "Shit!" Laura tried to pull herself out, but only 
  succeeded in pulling up the grass in large clumps. All she could do was 
  hang on, and pray that someone would soon come along and find her 
  here in the back of the house. The sound of feminine giggling on her left 
  made her turn her head.  "Oh, no!" she whispered as a group of young 
  Girl Scouts walked around the corner of the house.

  "Look at her!" one of them cried as she pointed at her. As the girls ran 
  over to her, Laura could not bear the thought of them looking at her like 
  this. She quickly turned her head and shamefully buried her face in the 
  long grass. She could hear them walking close around her. "What's she 
  doing?" "Beats me." Laura startled when she felt someone touching 
  her back. "Jumpy, isn't she?"

  "Yuck! She's all slippery." Laura could feel general touching now all 
  along her upper back.

  "You're right. She is slippery!"

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

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

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

  "Her what? Oh! Not her...! Not her...like you said! You're kidding!" 
  "No, I'm not. Watch this. If you'll look over here, you'll see the other 
  one." "Golly!"

  "Look at that!"

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

  "Wow!"

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

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

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

  "Look, she didn't do anything."

  "Let me do one."

  "And me!"

  "Me too!" Hands began to freely touch the outsides of her bulging 
  breasts. Some small hands even sneaked under them to slyly tweak her 
  vulnerable nipples. Helpless under this dual assault, Laura felt her body 
  weakening. Her hands lost their grip on the thick grass and, to cries of 
  regret from the young girls, she began to slowly slide back down through 
  the basement opening, her breasts dragging sensually on the grass 
  beneath her. She held her breath and waited fearfully for the long fall to 
  the floor, but it did not happen. Just as she cleared the opening, Laura 
  found herself slung face down over the sturdy Bertha Wolf's right 
  shoulder, the woman's hand still applying the warm disinfectant between 
  her thighs to her crotch.

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

  "Okay, Mrs. Wolf." As Laura felt herself being carried back to Mrs. 
  Wolf's office, she climaxed yet again. By the time they returned to the 
  office, and Bertha Wolf had laid her tenderly face up on the table, Laura 
  was so stunned she had no fight left. She laid pliantly as Mrs. Wolf 
  thoroughly coated her swollen breasts and sensitive torso to fantastic 
  effect with the oily disinfectant. She thought nothing of how Mrs. Wolf 
  then arranged her legs so that they draped over 
  either side of the narrow table. She knew her over-heated sex was now 
  shamelessly exposed to this strange woman, but for the moment she did 
  not care. When she felt Bertha Wolf insert something smoothly into her 
  well- lubricated vagina and anus, a vague alarm went off in her dazed 
  mind. Something was wrong here, Laura started to realize. Just what 
  kind of cavity search was this, anyway?

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

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

  "Confess first!"

  "What!"

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

  "Oh, God!"

  "Confess!"

  "Oh, God!"

  "Confess I said! You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" Laura watched 
  wide-eyed as Bertha Wolf took her dancing breasts in her hands and 
  start to rub her thumbs over the erect nipples. 

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

  "Tell me more about your teasing, slut!"

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

  "Yes, and...?"

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

  "Okay," said Bertha Wolf. "So much for the clients. Now just one more 
  thing for me and we are done." Laura felt her mind turn to jelly as the 
  inexplicable vibrations occurring within greatly increased. She screamed 
  helplessly as her body arched over the table taut as a bow-string, 
  consumed by one final orgasm before blessed darkness finally overcame 
  her.

  *****
   
  Laura awoke to find herself in the Manchester van once again. She sat 
  up and could tell by the sun that it was now very late afternoon.  "What 
  the hell happened?" One moment she was being cleaned by that terrible 
  Wolf woman and the next she was back here several hours later. My 
  God! She must be losing her mind! She had to still get her stuff out and 
  into her new home, and here she was just sleeping the day away. She 
  rose up from the bench seat she had been laying on and slowly made her 
  way to the back of the van. Soon all her things were on the ground 
  outside of the van. The exhausted Laura crouched in the back, looking 
  out of the van's many windows to see if anyone was around before 
  leaving the van again.

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

  "Missy, honey. Please move so I can get in!"  the distraught Laura 
  pleaded, so nervous by now that she could not stand still, but was 
  hopping from foot to foot. But Missy just pointed to a spot on the ground 
  by the door, then back to the van. "Oh, no! Missy, please let me in!  
  Please?" But Missy did not stand aside for her. Instead, the teenager 
  adopted a stance identical to the one her mother had used on her earlier.

  "Oh, God!" Laura cried, then threw down her things and went running 
  frantically towards her pile behind the van. It was only when she had 
  brought everything to the door that Missy allowed her to start carrying 
  it all to the basement. It was while Laura was sorting through her things, 
  following her last trip to the basement, that she noticed the change 
  within her. Her body was strangely sore and covered in sweat and oil 
  from all of the carrying and running back and forth, not to mention her 
  recent encounter with that terrible Wolf woman, and she felt totally 
  exhausted. Laura was completely drained, both physically and mentally. 
  Oddly enough though, she realized that she was feeling better now than 
  she had been all day.

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

  It was all really something. Even the friendly pats of encouragement she 
  would always receive on her bare behind from Missy and her mother 
  whenever she passed them (just like her father used to do when she was 
  growing up) seemed to add to her growing sense of excitement. It all did 
  wonders in helping to dispel her dark mood. She had a great deal to 
  think about in the next few days, but at least she was finally in a 
  condition to do so. However, what she needed now was a shower, a very 
  long sleep, and some clothes. She didn't even care what clothes, but 
  after being naked for most of the day, she was ready!  In spite of the 
  surprising and not (she had to admit) unpleasant effects, it did make her 
  feel incredibly vulnerable to be undressed this way. She also found it 
  impossible to go against anything Missy or her mother wanted her to do 
  when she was like this. She sometimes felt she had no moral authority of 
  her own as an adult or even a teacher whatsoever with these two. How 
  odd! Of course, she certainly was not being mistreated, not that she 
  would ever have put up with any kind of funny business like that, 
  although Missy did seem to have a weird knack of always finding her 
  when she was at her most vulnerable to her strange playful games.

  The Manchester family had been kindness itself, taking her in on such 
  short notice, ignoring the fact that she attempted a disastrous break-in, 
  or that she kept accusing Missy of doing all sorts of things. The fact that 
  she never got her stolen things back after spending the night here was 
  solid proof to her that young Missy couldn't have taken them. Her 
  mother would have made her return everything long before this.  She 
  was sure of that! Of course, Missy still had two of her bras, a pair of her 
  stretch pants and one pair of her panties, but the less said about those to 
  Missy's formidable mother the better. That was really just between 
  Missy and her, and Laura was just waiting for the proper, private 
  moment to bring it up to the teenager.

  In thinking about her lost clothes, Laura's body began to really tingle as 
  she continued to tiredly sort through her things alone there in the cool 
  basement rec room. It was the kiss, Missy's kiss, that she thought about 
  now. She had never really had time to think about what really happened 
  that afternoon in the light control room during the pep rally. It was so 
  extraordinary an event, and so much else had happened in the meantime 
  that she couldn't even begin to understand.  
  She paused in her work for a moment and her nude oil-covered body 
  trembled in remembrance of yesterday afternoon. She had been so 
  happy with her success in conducting the rally, that when Missy had 
  kissed her, it seemed so natural a gesture that she had thought nothing 
  of it. She was sure the teenager was just as happy about the way things 
  had turned out and had only wanted to share in her joy. But the 
  consuming effect it had on her was anything but natural! And what 
  followed afterwards! My, God! It made her blush just to think about it. 
  What had ever possessed her student to peel her tight pants off of her 
  like that, and then touch her so intimately before leaving her half-naked 
  in school, she had no idea. And that was only the beginning, really. It 
  was another of those things that she urgently wanted to talk about with 
  Missy when they were alone.

  After living with the Manchesters for even a brief time, she could tell 
  they valued physical contact as a way of communicating with each other. 
  Couple that with Missy's obviously playful nature and the effect could 
  be quite startling to the unwary. Well! Now that she really knew what 
  was going on, perhaps her time here could be used to her advantage. 
  She had always wanted the opportunity to take the girl under her wing 
  and provide her with the maturity she seemed to be lacking. And here 
  she was, actually living in the same house with her, if only until she was 
  able to find a place of her own. Her teacher instincts, never far from the 
  surface of her thoughts, were bubbling forth in all their glory, even now 
  in the midst of her sorrow. It was why she had gone into education as a 
  career in the first place, this powerful desire to help guide the young. In 
  the middle of the most disastrous weekend of her life, she knew the 
  move here could be seen as the greatest stroke of luck in her 
  relationship with her student! Of course, Laura dryly realized that there 
  might be a slight hitch with all this grand planning. It would only work if 
  her unintentional move here, as well as the other bizarre events that 
  have happened to her in the past two days, didn't cause her to be thrown 
  out of school on Monday!

  On that grim thought, Laura deliberately cleared her mind and returned 
  to searching through her latest box for the things she would need while 
  staying as a guest of the Manchesters. She heard a sharp rapping sound 
  behind her and turned around. There was Doris Manchester, standing 
  half-way up the wooden steps and making eating gestures. Laura shook 
  her head an emphatic,  "No!" and went back to her box. She just had to 
  find all her clothes and things before she would be able to do anything 
  else. Besides, she felt just too bad to eat or even be with anyone right 
  now.

  A single sharp wrap made her stop what she was doing and slowly turn 
  around once again. Doris had folded her arms over her chest and was 
  looking at her steadily with her head tilted slightly to the left. Her right 
  index finger emerged from her crossed arms and lazily pointed up the 
  stairs.
  "Damn," muttered Laura. "Here we go again with another naked lunch, 
  or dinner in this case." She reluctantly nodded her head and, smiling 
  wanly, slowly walked over to the base of the stairs. Doris politely 
  indicated that Laura go first, and she could feel the woman close behind 
  her as her nude body undulated up the stairs. "Why does she always 
  want me to go first?" Laura wondered aloud as she led the way to the 
  kitchen.

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

  Laura was talking to herself because for some reason no one else was, 
  except for Doris once telling her to drink her skim milk before it got too 
  warm. Maybe they were just leaving her alone, which was what she had 
  wanted in the first place, although working in the basement was what she 
  really had in mind. She knew that Missy and Doris were in a grand 
  discussion about something, and from the looks she was occasionally 
  getting from them, she was sure that it involved her. Watching her hosts, 
  she was becoming much more aware of the vast amount of information 
  which was being passed silently between mother and daughter. For this 
  meal the keyboards on the table were being ignored completely as the 
  two silently yet with great animation and high emotion communicated 
  lovingly with one another. It was now obvious to her that the computers 
  would in reality slow them down considerably, and that they were here 
  mainly for her benefit. Laura found herself nodding off by the end of the 
  meal. She hadn't realized she was so tired. She could barely keep her 
  eyes open. 

  'Are you all right?'

  "Oh, yes. Just...very...tired, that's all," Laura mumbled. 
  "Need...go...bed." She wondered when Missy and Doris had undressed, 
  because both were sitting at the table naked now. She tried to stand but 
  her knees gave way and she had to lean against the table to keep from 
  falling. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed in surprise. She must be more tired 
  then she thought. She had to reach her bed before she went to sleep 
  right there.

  Laura was grateful when Missy and her mother quickly got up from 
  their seats and came over to help her. Each placed an arm around her to 
  hold her up as they led her from the table. It was too bad that Missy's 
  supporting arm was high enough to lift her bare breasts, while her 
  mother's was low enough to circle her naked buttocks, but Laura was 
  too grateful for their support to worry about such trivialities. She was 
  surprised when they took her into the bathroom and placed her in the 
  shower stall, until she remembered how dirty she had gotten.  

  "Can't sleep all icky!" she said loudly. "Oh, no!" She stood patiently 
  while they adjusted the water for her. 'My God, these are good people!' 
  she thought as they entered the stall and started to soap her down. She 
  wanted to sing but for some reason she couldn't think of the words to 
  any of her favorite shower tunes, so she just hummed instead. She 
  wondered why they wanted her to bend over in the narrow stall, but for 
  their sake she tried to get over as fall as she could. "How's...this?" she 
  tiredly called when she was looking at her knees. Laura was happy at 
  the reassuring pat on the shoulder she received in reply. People this 
  good she would hate to disappoint. She closed her eyes to save them 
  from the soap and then the sensations started. The soap covering her 
  body seemed to have a life of its own, especially over her privates. Her 
  hanging breasts were being wonderfully caressed, the erect nipples 
  pulled and tweaked until she could only cry out in pleasure. But the best 
  was happening between her legs. She wasn't sure what was occurring 
  behind her, but it was sublime whatever it was and she did not want it to 
  end at all. She spread her legs as wide as possible in the small stall. She 
  knew it was ridiculous, but it was almost as if something had actually 
  entered her.

  "Silly!" she giggled to herself as she moved her hips in joyful rhythm 
  with her imaginary lover. The seductive feel of the soap over her wet 
  body was causing her dazed, overheated mind the most exquisite 
  sensations. Screaming in ecstasy, she clenched the tiled wall as she was 
  buffeted by multiple climaxes. Finally spent, Laura was hardly conscious 
  as she was washed off, then taken from the stall and dried. The last 
  thing she remembered was laying on her water bed as sweet Missy, the 
  girl's clean scent filling her mind, gave her still erect nipples a 
  good-night kiss.

  *****