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given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
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The lab wasn't the most comfortable of love nests, but it was, at least,
private. Kristen still seemed to experience some pain from taking energy at
first, but nothing near the level of that morning. By the end of the lunch
period, she was looking much better.

Mark smoothed a brush through her soft curls and kissed the back of her
neck as Kayla and Aaron finished dressing. "We do need to talk," he said,
looking over her shoulder at Kayla. "Can y'all come over for a while
tonight?"

They both nodded. "I've got to run home for a little bit, but can be there
around five," Kayla said. "I _want_ that explanation, Mark!" 

Aaron also needed to run home, to check for messages from his dad, but
promised to be there as well.

As he unlocked the door, Mark had another thought. "Oh, Kayla -- ah, do you
want to tell your parents the news, or would it go over better coming from
me?"

"Um. Hmm," she said. "I'll tell them, I think."

"Whatever you think is best," he said. "Is this likely to... cause
problems?"

She shook her head. "I just think they'd be more comfortable hearing it
from me. I'm pretty sure they'll take it okay, though, Mark. Don't worry."

He did, of course, but tried to hide it.

The rest of the day was easier. It seemed that what he'd told each class
during the day had made its way through the population during lunch. There
were still a couple of questions each class, of course, and he still got a
fair number of hostile glares from quite a few boys, but overall things
seemed to be settling down.

The teachers were still mostly avoiding him, though. The history
teacher next door, who usually leaned against his door-frame and chatted
between classes had stayed at his desk all day, even. A couple of them
exhibited different attitudes, though: the Ag teacher didn't actually
talk to him, but he did give him a huge grin and a somewhat leering
wink in passing, and the elderly typing teacher -- the one who chewed
Dirk up one side and down the other when he'd trapped Kristen in the
bathroom -- seemed more than a bit amused by everything, and went out of
her way to congratulate him publicly. 

The principal, not surprisingly, stayed in his office all day.

It certainly could have been worse. Still, by the time the final bell rang,
he was more than ready to get out of there.

It wasn't more than a mile or so to Chastity's house, but by the time he got
there, Kristen was asleep, her head tilted back over the seat. He lifted
her hand and kissed it, and she just murmured sleepily and smiled at him
without opening her eyes.

"All right, love," he said softly. "You wait here, then, and I'll take care
of this." A soft sigh was his only answer, and he shrugged out of his
jacket and tucked it around her before getting out of the car and heading
up the walkway.

The house was a small, clean, little wooden frame house, painted white,
with neatly kept flowerbeds all around, and a pretty white wooden fence
around the large yard. There was one rather old but extremely clean car in
the drive.

The door was answered by a woman in her mid-forties. She was dressed in a
faded but neat ankle length dress and had greying hair pulled back into a
firm bun. She smiled. "Yes, can I help you?"

"Yes." He returned the smile. "I'm Mark Hasseran, one of Chastity's
teachers. Could I speak to her for a moment?"

Her eyes widened with recognition and she glanced towards the car, where
Kristen's curls were visible against the window. Her pinched frown brought
out lines in her face that hadn't been visible when she was smiling, making
her look at least a decade older.  "I can't imagine why you'd need to speak
to my Chastity, Mr. Hasseran," she said.

With a touch of effort, he kept his smile. "She did me a good turn today,
ma'am, and I'd like to thank her, for myself and on behalf of my wife,
Kristen."

Her jaw clenched, and her nostrils flared. "I'll speak plainly, Mr.
Hasseran," she snapped. "I'm a simple woman. A god-fearing woman. It's hard
trying to bring up a girl right alone, in a world such as this. But my
Chastity is a good girl, and I don't approve of her being exposed to such
goings on."

Mark frowned, but kept his tone mild, with only a slight touch of reproach.
"Ma'am, I'm not sure what you've heard, but Kristen is my wife, and I love
her. I know there are rumors going around... well. We knew there would be
rumors. We just hoped people would believe what they see, and not the
rumors."

"The Reverend was right!" She stared at him, her face reflecting disbelief.
"You're not the least bit ashamed!"

He shook his head, looking confused. "Why should I be ashamed for loving my
wife?"

"Your _wife_ is a child!"

He shook his head again. "With all due respect, ma'am, she's not. A hundred
years ago, when this area was just being settled, she'd have been worried
about becoming an old maid. I didn't choose to fall in love with her; it
was something... out of the blue. Had her father refused his permission,
I'd have waited the three years for her, faithfully. What's wrong with
that?"

"_Faithfully_?!" she sneered. "As if the likes of her would know what that
means! Really, people like you have no place in a decent town like
Prudence!"

"_Jesus_, Mom!" Chastity hopped off of her bicycle, having just pulled into
the yard in time to hear her mother's last words. "You're worse than Karen.
Lay _off_, would you?"

"Don't you blaspheme at _me_ young lady!"

Chastity rolled her eyes, then sighed. "Yeah. Fine. Sorry, Mom, but you're
acting crazy. I've never seen you so rude to anyone. Get ahold of yourself,
huh? It's embarrassing."

The woman stood there, sputtering incoherently, for a second or two, then
found her voice. "My own _daughter_! Ooooooh!" Then she slammed the door,
and Mark could hear her stomping away.

"Aw _fuck_," Chastity muttered.

Mark looked at her. "Sorry," he said. "I stopped by because I wanted to
thank you for the warning. I'm sorry if we caused problems."

Chastity sighed. "S'okay. She's been like that lately. Weird."

"A lot of that going around, lately," he said, then sighed himself. "Do you
really think Karen would do it?" he asked, then looked around as Kristen
came up and slid under his arm, looking tousled and sleepy. He pulled her
close to his side.

Chastity sighed again, then nodded reluctantly. "Yeah. I wish I didn't, but
yeah, I do," she said. "Karen's gone off the deep end, Mr. H. I don't know
what's gotten into her."

"Chastity... I know she's your friend," Mark said, "but this really bothers
me. Would you be willing to help me?"

She glanced at the closed door. "Um... what would I have to do?"

"Is she still talking about it?" he asked.

"I don't know, to be honest," she said. "She was at third period. I haven't
talked to her since then. We're not talking to each other."

Kristen trembled against his side, and he rubbed his hand up and down her
waist as he reached into his pocket with the other and pulled out the
little recorder. "Is there any way you could catch her talking about it on
this?" he asked. "If you can, I can talk to her parents... maybe they could
get her some help. But I doubt they'd believe me without proof."

She nibbled thoughtfully on her lip. "I _could_, yeah, but... Mr. H, her
parents wouldn't do anything. They're real jackasses. They'd probably be
_proud_ of her. I'm sorry."

He frowned. "That's bad, but if they won't do anything on their own, then
maybe there's something legal that can be done to ensure she at least gets
counseling. Not dealing with something like this would be pretty obviously
failing at parental duties. And if they're that bad... she probably _needs_
the help." He sighed. "I just wish I knew why she was doing this."

Chastity shook her head. "I tell you, she's gone _nuts_," she said. "I
mean, she's always been a bit of a cat... even if she was my best friend...
but this year she's just gone totally overboard. It's like she's a whole
different person. A really _cruel_ person. She's always been thoughtless,
yeah, but she never went out of her way to hurt people. She never seemed to
_enjoy_ hurting people so much before. I just don't know."

"Did something _happen_ to her over the summer?" he asked.

"Not that I know of," she said. "She spent a couple weeks at the beginning
with me, then she was at bible camp for a month, and then we got together a
couple more times before school started and she never mentioned anything.
We always told each other _everything_." She looked away, blinking back
tears. "I mean, we really trusted each other. I thought I knew her. She
wasn't perfect, but now she's such a bitch..."

"When did she change?"

"I'm not sure, exactly," Chastity said. "Not during the time she stayed
with me. But it wasn't an overnight thing, I don't think."

"Did anything else change over the summer that would, I don't know, have
hurt her?" he asked.

She shook her head, looking frustrated. "No. That's the thing... there's no
_reason_ for it."

"I don't know, then," he said. "I'm sorry. If you can get the recording, I
can go to the counselor and she could at least talk to her, maybe arrange
some other kind of help."

"Well, I'll get it for you," Chastity said. "I just don't want you to
expect any kind of help from her parents."

"Thanks for the warning," he said.

"Yeah, well, someone needed to tell you." She glanced at the house. "I
gotta go in, before Mom has a coronary. See ya tomorrow."

Mark heard raised voices as soon as she closed the door behind her, but it
sounded as if the girl were holding her own. He sighed, shaking his head
and wondering if half the parents in Prudence were insane.

Kristen was extremely quiet on the drive home. He looked over a few times
to see if she'd fallen back asleep, but she was awake. Just staring
silently out the window, her green eyes huge and sad.

"Love? You okay?" he finally asked.

She shook her head, not looking at him. "I can't believe someone would kill
a baby just because I happened to be the one carrying it."

"I know," he said with a sigh. "Maybe we can get her some help. It sounds
like she's become... unbalanced."

"Yeah," she said, softly. "I mean... I can understand someone wanting to
hurt _me_, but that's just sick."

"It sounds like she's not rational on the subject," he said. "Honestly...
if it had been a sudden change, I'd suspect she'd been raped or something."


"No one is being rational," she said, rolling her eyes. "I mean, they can't
make up their minds whether to be shocked at you seducing an innocent child
or instead to be offended at 'that slut' trapping a respectable young man.
And they don't seem to even see any conflict in doing both!"

He laughed. "I know, love. But I honestly think that's a good thing. Once
things settle down, I think the reactions will average out."

She sighed tiredly and closed her eyes again. "I guess so."

"We'll make it, love. I promise."

She turned her head to look at him, opening her eyes to look at  him
lovingly. "I know," she said softly.

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