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NIS: Pieces of Sam (Book I)
Copyrighted 2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved


		Chapter Six: Monday



Monday morning I didn't want to look in my mom's bedroom. I didn't
know if she was alone or not, but I was afraid of finding Mr. Evans in
there, you know? I was kind of done being mad anyway and maybe I
shouldn't have been mad in the first place, I wasn't sure. Just being
with Angie had helped a lot and I'd spent most of Sunday afternoon and
night at her place, but we hadn't made out or anything. We'd just made
friends with each other.

I did look though, opening the door slowly and kinda peeking inside.
He was there. My mom was on her side, naked of course, and kinda
curled up facing the windows. Josh's dad was behind her, spooned up
against my mom's caramel skin with his white body. His face was in her
hair and probably his dick was inside her, but I couldn't tell and
they weren't moving anyway. It coulda been though, like he'd fallen
asleep right after their sex.

That made me frown and I closed the door quietly and finished getting
ready for school. Brushed my teeth, took a shower, looked at my tits
and sorta thought they were okay because Angie liked them. I touched
my pubic hair, the little patch I had at the top of my slit and
wondered if I should shave it off like Mom did with hers. It wasn't
growing very fast. I looked under my arms. Nope, no hair. No hair on
my legs either and I was thinking about Josh, since he had hair on his
legs already.

I pulled on some boxers, Darth Vader today, and a t-shirt for under my
old ski sweater, kind of a blue and white one. Probably it would be
too hot for it in school, but that was okay. It looked cold outside.
Some socks and a pair of khaki pants with big cargo pockets. I liked
the pants okay, they were cool, but those pockets kinda sucked and I
kept thinking I'd just rip them off. 

I grabbed my wallet, which didn't have anything in it but pictures of
me and Mom, one of Josh; eight dollars and a blue condom that my mom
had given me for good luck; a Seahawks calendar thing from last year;
and Angie's phone number. I wasn't going anywhere without that and I
hoped she'd give me a picture soon. Two of them, so I could put one on
my dresser mirror right above Josh's.

I looked at my NIS Parental Permission slip, kinda wadded up more than
folded, and I hadn't even shown it to my mom. I thought about blowing
it off, but what good would that do? The school had already called
once, probably Mom was going to go there next week sometime just to
talk with Ms. Owens or the principal or whoever. I wasn't ever gonna
get out of it and I was thinking it probably didn't even matter
anyway.

I unfolded it real quick and scrawled "Monica Madeiros" on the
signature line, the way I'd been doing it since I was about ten years
old, and it was just another day. I checked the no-sex block too
because naked was one thing, being a sex dummy for biology class
though...Yikes!

"What happened to you?" Josh asked as soon as he saw me.

"Nothing," I shrugged and we started walking to school like we always
did. It was raining, but not too much. It barely counted as drizzle by
Seattle's standards.

"I called you like ten times yesterday," Josh said and he was pretty
annoyed with me. "I thought we were gonna work on your mom's car?"

"I didn't feel like it," I said, feeling kinda helpless really. Like
what was I supposed to say?

"Are you mad at me?"

"No!" I smiled at him just to prove it. "I just didn't feel like
hanging out, okay?"

We walked for awhile and it almost stopped raining.

"Did your mom sign the permission slip?" Josh wondered.

"I got it," I admitted. "Did your mom sign yours?"

"Yeah." Josh was quiet for a minute. "Did she say you can have sex and
everything?"

"Why?" I looked at him suspiciously and he shrugged.

"Just wondered."

"Oh. No. She checked the no-sex block."

"Really?" he sounded surprised, maybe even disappointed.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "How about you?"

"Yeah," Josh nodded. "Dad told me to have a good time."

"God!" I snorted and I wondered how come I'd ever liked that guy.

"He was just kidding though."

"Did they ask if you even wanted to do it?" I wondered, just because I
never knew what it would be like having normal parents.

"They don't have a choice, right?" Josh shrugged. "Mom asked me, but
my dad wants me to do it anyway, so...

"Yeah," I sighed. "My mom definitely wants me to do it too."

"Yeah."

"Probably twice," I giggled, but it wouldn't surprise me if she did,
seriously, and I wondered if that was legal.

"You might not have to do it at all this year," Josh shrugged.
"There's only like 28 weeks left of school and some of those are like
Christmas and stuff."

"What?" I grinned at him. "You looked at a calendar or something?"

"No!" He made a face. "Maybe. So what? I wanted to know."

"You're weird."

"Anyway, so that's like 28 boys..."

"And girls."

"Yeah. That's 28 boys and girls and there's, I don't know, like 75 of
each or something," Josh said. "So probably we won't even have to do
it until next year."

"Or the year after," I nodded. "That would be cool. As long as I'm not
like the last one!"

"Yeah!" Josh grinned at me. "Being last would suck."

"Being first too," I decided and we thought about that for awhile.

"When I do it..." Josh said slowly, "...I hope I do it with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I mean, I don't want to do it at all, but..."

"Probably we won't."

"I know," he said. "But I heard the girls get to pick anyway."

"That's what Ms. Owens said," I admitted reluctantly.

"So when you do it," Josh said slowly. "You're gonna pick me. Right?"

"Maybe," I shrugged and I didn't want to think about it.

"What does that mean?"

"Well," I grinned at him. "Penny might pick you first!"

"Shut-up!" 

We walked some more and the rain stopped completely, but my army coat
was already pretty wet anyway.

"How's your dad?" I asked Josh.

"My dad? I don't know," he shrugged. "He's okay, I guess."

"Okay."

"He was asking about you."

"Asking about me what?" I looked at him.

"Just if I talked to you or not."

"Oh," I kinda sighed without meaning to.

"Him and Mom aren't talking though," Josh said a minute later.

"Not talking?"

"No. They just ignore each other kinda. Dad's been sleeping on the
couch every night."

"Huh," I shrugged and I knew Mr. Evans hadn't been sleeping on the
couch at all probably. "Last night too?" I asked, just to see how much
Josh knew.

"I guess so," Josh said. "He left early for work or something. The
blanket was there, but he was already gone when I got up."

"That sucks," I sighed, just to be sorta sympathetic or whatever, but
mostly I was thinking that I had a new uncle, you know? 

They were so stupid. Like my mom telling me she hadn't planned on me
finding out. Duh! The guy was in our house! They couldn't keep it a
secret from me. And Josh's dad, what? Like he figured his wife
wouldn't ever catch on that he was watching TV for awhile and then
sneaking off to sleep with my mom? She got home like at three in the
morning, so probably he picked her up at work now.

That wasn't gonna be a secret for very long.

I just hoped Josh's dad wasn't one of those guys who fell in love with
my mom, cause some of them did. Mom didn't like that stuff, or so she
said, and I'd seen her drop guys before. Like right at the dinner
table too. This one guy, my Uncle Mark? He'd tried to give my mom a
ring when I was like eight or nine, asking her to marry him right in
front of me, even though he was already married.

Mom had kicked him out. Just told him to leave and not come back.
They'd yelled a lot, Uncle Mark especially, and I guessed that was why
I remembered it so good. He'd said a lot of bad words at the end, but
he'd never come back either. I still had bad dreams about him
sometimes and he'd been kind of a nice guy, I'd thought. Being little
like I was though, I'd thought everyone was nice.

I was thinking again that it might be better just to tell Josh's mom
about what was going on. Not because I was mad, but just because it
would better if it was over. Most of Mom's boyfriends slammed the door
when they left for the last time, you know? Or she slammed it on them.
I just didn't want to lose Josh and I knew I would if his mom got mad
at mine.

That's what really bothered me the most, I decided. How my mom and Mr.
Evans didn't care what would happen to me and Josh. Everything else
was just kind of annoying or something. I didn't want to think about
all the other stuff. Josh and me should have meant more to them than
just sex, don't you think? Mom was wrong. The world did go around me
sometimes, she just forgot.

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"Good morning, Sam." Principal Eckert greeted me from the front steps
of Redmond High and he seemed oblivious to the looks and whispers of
the other students as they walked around him. 

"Uh...Hi, Mr. Eckert," I replied, looking up at him.

He stood on the top step, kinda tapping his closed umbrella on the
cement like he was impatient or something. I glanced at Josh and he
just shrugged. We'd never seen the Principal standing outside before.
In fact, we hardly ever saw him at all.

"Would you mind coming to my office for a moment?" The man glanced at
his watch and the bell was going to ring in a few minutes probably.
Josh and me always timed it pretty close.

"What did I do?" I wondered, but the Principal wasn't waiting around
to answer my silly questions.

"Come along," he sorta half-waved his umbrella. "Everybody's waiting."

"They are?" I had no idea what that meant.

"I guess I'll see you later," Josh said and he was just as confused as
I was.

"Yeah," I nodded with a frown.

The school secretary, Mrs. Maple, smiled at me, but her office helper,
a freshman named Hershey Hawkins, kind of smirked. He was a retard
anyway though. Nobody liked him. The other kids in the office didn't
pay me much attention and the phones were ringing and all that.
Teachers were in and out, checking their boxes before homeroom
started, you know.

Everything was pretty normal, except I wasn't supposed to be there.

"In here, please..." the Principal said, opening his door and standing
aside so I could enter first. His office was kinda big, or at least
bigger than I'd imagined it would be, since I'd never had a reason to
see it before. I'd never wanted to, mostly because that would mean I
was in some sort of trouble.

"Oh! Hi." I blinked at Gwen Ross.

Her first name was really Guinevere, like in the story, you know. She
was a senior and a cheerleader, and last month's Homecoming Queen and
probably next spring's Prom Queen, and...You get the idea. She was tall,
blonde, and way too beautiful for high school. Gwen basically lived on
a different planet than I did. Seniors didn't talk to freshman anyway
and that girl had never talked to me even though we'd gone to the same
schools forever.

Gwen just kinda sniffed at me.

"Hi," Cherry Jefferson smiled nervously, and she was a junior and a
really pretty black girl. 

I didn't know Cherry at all, really. She'd transferred in when her
family had moved to Seattle from Georgia or someplace. Alabama maybe?
Wherever. She had that sexy sorta accent anyway and a lot of boys
liked it. A lot of white boys, I mean, because we only had like five
black kids in the whole school. I don't know why, it's just the way it
was. Anyway, most of the boys liked the girl a lot, and I'd heard my
friends talk about her plenty of times. Even Josh had called her hot
before, but Cherry was still brand new, so...What was she doing there?

What was I doing there?

"Good morning, Madeiros," my gym teacher, Ms. Beyle, was leaning
against the wall opposite the girls and I hadn't noticed her right
away.

"Hi," I narrowed my eyes at the woman. Everybody knew she was a
lesbian, but I'd never worried about it until now and I wondered if
she knew I was one too. I mean, if I really was one. I tried not to
think about it.

"Congratulations!" Principal Eckert closed his door and sorta leaned
his pudgy body against it like he was guarding us or something.

Riiiiiiing

"Oh! Don't worry about Homeroom," the man said after the class bell
had stopped. "You three girls have been selected as the very first
students in a brand new program. Naked In School."

"What?" I think all three of us said at once, or at least me and Gwen
did for sure. I think Cherry just moved her mouth up and down, but her
soft brown eyes got huge!

"Don't you love surprises?" Ms. Beyle chuckled, but mostly she just
stood there with her arms crossed over her flat chest.

"Now before we get started," Principal Eckert said, turning his smile
on me, "did you bring your permission slip this morning, Sam?"

"Uhhh...No," I lied and looked down so he wouldn't see my eyes. "I guess
I kinda forgot it. Sorry."

"That's alright," he surprised me with a sympathetic nod. "Your mother
was kind enough to give her permission Friday when I spoke with her.
But we do need that paper, Samantha. Try and remember it tomorrow,
okay?"

"Uh..." I swallowed hard and I really thought I was going to get out of
it! God! I was so stupid!

"Now," Principal Eckert rubbed his hands together, "You girls were
picked at random by the computer, but as you may know, the female
participants are allowed to pick a boy to be her partner, in a manner
of speaking. Just to help you and the school adjust to the program,
you see? We want to make this as easy as possible for all concerned."

He smiled like he expected us to thank him.

"So, while you're thinking about which boy you'd like to partner up
with, why don't you three, uh..." he cleared his throat, "...go ahead and
take off your clothes."

"All of them?" Cherry whispered in her sweet Southern voice and she
glanced at Ms. Beyle as if the teacher would protect us.

"Strip down, ladies," the woman said, just like we were in the girl's
locker room or something.

"Uh, thank you," the Principal smiled at Ms. Beyle and then looked at
us again. "We'll provide you with footwear, don't worry."

Footwear? I stared at the man, feeling my face burn. Who cares about
shoes? What happened to doing this next month? I just found out about
this thing on Friday! We'd talked about it for an hour in class,
that's not enough time to get ready! My mom didn't even go to the PTA
meeting! I hadn't even turned in my parental permission slip! I
couldn't go to a freakin' museum without one of those and now I was
supposed to get naked? This wasn't fair! How did I get picked?

"But..." I started trying to find the words to say all that without
getting suspended, but Principal Eckert cut me off.

Clap! Clap! He smacked his fleshy hands together. 

"No buts! Right now, girls. You're in the program and the week has
started. Let's go!" He sounded like a sergeant in the army or
something and I don't think any of us were really the sort of girls to
disobey the Principal.

I wasn't and I knew for sure Cherry wasn't. That girl was trembling
all over. Only Gwen, being royalty, sorta, stood a chance of refusing
and I couldn't imagine anybody making her do anything. If anyone could
get us out of it, I figured it would be her. When I glanced at Gwen
though, I blinked hard because she was already pulling her red and
gold cheer sweater over her thick blonde hair. If she wasn't going to
argue...God! I was doomed!

"No," I said softly, kinda blinking at myself.

"Excuse me?" Principal Eckert narrowed his watery gray eyes.

"I'm not gonna do it," I said with glance at the two girls beside me.

Gwen was sorta frozen with her top halfway off, like her arms were
over head and her blonde hair was pulled up inside it. Her breasts
were pulled up too, as if they were going to be pop out of her bra any
second. Cherry was wearing a blouse and she'd only gotten two or three
buttons undone. She was looking back and forth between me and the
Principal.

"You have to," the man said, looking to Ms. Beyle for help.

"Everyone has to participate, Madeiros," she said. "That means you
too."

"I don't care," I cleared my throat. "I'm not going to get naked."

"If she's not gonna do it, I'm not gonna do it either!" Gwen decided
and she was pulling her top back down.

"Me too," Cherry nodded, but she didn't sound so sure. At least she
was buttoning her blouse again.

"But you have to!" Principal Eckert frowned. "I've got permission
slips from your parents already!"

"Not mine," I said. "Can I go to class now?"

"You're not going anywhere!" he said loudly and the Principal's face
was getting red. "Take off those clothes! Now!"

"Nope," I shook my head.

"Do you want me to get some boys in here to help you?" Ms. Beyle asked
me, getting a nod of agreement from the Principal. "I will, Samantha.
I don't want to, but..."

"You'll have to," I told her. "Cause I'm not gonna do it!"

"Me neither!" Gwen said and Cherry just looked at us.

"Do you want to be suspended? Do you three really want to get kicked
out of school?" the Principal asked us. "Because that's what's going
to happen. I'll suspend you right now and you'll have to appear before
the district supervisor."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Can I go home now?"

Cherry giggled nervously and my heart was screaming! You have no idea
how terrified I was at that moment.

"Samantha..." Ms. Beyle cleared her throat, "...Sam, this is for your
own good. This program is designed to help you. It's scary at first,
but..."

"It's my body, right?" I asked her. "That's what Ms. Owens always
says. That's what everybody says. It's my body, right?"

"Of course it is," the woman replied and Principal Eckert was nodding
sympathetically, even trying to smile.

"Then I get to decide who sees it," I told them. "And who doesn't."

"But Samantha..." Ms. Beyle frowned.

"And you guys don't!" I told her, turning my eyes on the Principal
just to make sure he got the point. "Especially you!"

"That's it!" Principal Eckert slapped his desk hard. "I'm calling your
parents!" He reached for the phone. "This is your last chance. The
three of you are going to be in big trouble!"

"Call her," I said. "She won't answer before noon."

He did call her too, looking up my phone number from his computer and
punching the buttons with an angry finger. I just stood there,
figuring my life was probably over. My mom was gonna kill me when she
heard about this! But at least I wasn't gonna get naked in front of
everybody and if they tried? Like if they brought in half the football
team or whatever? I wasn't gonna go down without a fight!

"Ringing?" I asked the Principal and I knew it was. My mom probably
didn't even fall asleep until six and unless Josh's dad was still
there, nobody was going to answer that phone.

"She isn't home," he frowned. "All right then. Let's call your
parents, Guinevere."

"Last chance, Gwen," Ms. Beyle told the girl. "You do this and you
won't be a cheerleader. You won't be the reigning Homecoming
Queen...You won't even graduate this year. Is that what you want?"

"Um," the girl swallowed hard and looked at Principal Eckert as he
called up her record on his computer.

"Samantha's going to be in a lot of trouble," the woman kept talking
and I frowned at her. "But I know you want to do the right thing,
Gwen. We need you. The school needs its Queen."

"Oh please!" I rolled my eyes and Ms. Beyle glared a me.

"I don't want to be in trouble," Gwen said and that girl was so
stupid! 

God! All we had to do was stick together. They couldn't do anything to
us! If Ms. Beyle could have really had the football players hold me
down and strip off my clothes, she'd have done it already! It was all
just a bluff! It was a mind game, anybody could see that. It was some
weird excuse to get a bunch of high school kids naked.

"All we gotta do is stick together," I told her. "You're not gonna be
in trouble."

"You're going to be in a lot of trouble," Principal Eckert corrected
me. "It's going to be tough getting into college next year without a
diploma, Guinevere."

"Ummm..." Gwen looked around and she was gonna break. What a wuss! I
bet she never got in trouble in her life and the one time when she
should get in trouble, she was gonna chicken out.

"I'll do it," Cherry said and I blinked at her. I figured she'd be
with me.

"Me too!" Gwen decided and the girl didn't even look at me.

"Ahhh..." Principal Eckert smiled then. "So that just leaves us with
you, Samantha."

"Whatever," I frowned. "I'm still not gonna do it."

"Penny O'toole is the freshman alternate," Ms. Beyle said. "Should we
call her in here?"

"I think so," Principal Eckert said and he shook his head sadly at me.
"I'm done trying to talk sense into Miss Madeiros."

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At least I had a nice walk home in the rain to look forward to. I'd
cleaned out my locker, except I'd left my textbooks since they were
school property. But all my stuff? I just crammed it into my backpack.
I got my clothes out of my gym locker too, and it only took five
minutes. By that time Mrs. Maple had my official "Notice of
Suspension" all printed out and waiting for the Principal's signature.

I sat down on a chair in the school office and a half minute later
Hershey Hawkins opened the door and Penny was right behind him. She
had no idea why she'd been pulled out of Homeroom and she narrowed her
eyes at me, but I just smiled at her. Mrs. Maple was already calling
for Penny to follow her as the older woman knocked on the Principal's
door.

"I didn't know you were a girl!" a girl said, like seriously, and I
blinked at her. "Cool!"

Her name was Jody Skyler and I only barely knew her, since I'd never
seen the girl until this year. Jody had been a freshman last year, but
I'd been in middle school, and before that I had no idea where she'd
come from. She was small and had auburn hair. She'd been standing at
the counter and using the office phone, probably because she forgot
her lunch or some homework or something.

"What?" I stared at her and whatever she'd meant, I had no clue! 

"You're getting suspended?" she asked me, hanging up the phone she'd
been using and sitting down on the chair next to mine.

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"Why?"

"Cause I wouldn't take off my clothes," I told her and she giggled at
that until she figured out I was serious.

"Really?"

"Yep!" I popped my p just for her. 

"God!" she blinked her hazel eyes at me and Jody was really cute. 

"I don't care anyway," I said, trying to act like that was true. 

It was easy anyway because I'd already done it, now I just had to live
with it. I might have only been fifteen, but I'd already figured out
that most of the time it was harder to make up my mind to do something
than it was to face the consequences after it was done. I don't know
why, since it was the consequences that usually worried me so much in
the first place. 

"I heard about you," Jody told me, leaning a little closer and not
really whispering, but not talking very loudly either.

"Heard what?" I narrowed my eyes, kinda pulling my big army coat
around me and that helped too. I always felt safer wearing it for some
reason and sometimes I sorta imagined it was like my dad was hugging
me, you know? But I didn't ever tell anybody that, I just kept it to
myself.

"That you're pretending to be a boy," she said. "I mean, I heard it
about a girl, but I didn't know it was you."

"Uh...Okay," I shrugged, because I had no idea what that meant. This
girl was kinda strange, I thought.

"Just some other girls talking," Jody sorta explained. "But I couldn't
really ask, you know?"

"Ask what?" I almost giggled, glancing up to see Hershey staring at us
and I was so glad I wasn't naked!

"You, um..." Jody looked around and then she did whisper, "...you're like
me, right?"

"Like you?" I whispered back.

"Yeah," she nodded quickly and I could see her cheeks getting pink.
"You're gay, right?"

"Oh." I just stared at her and when I didn't say anything else, Jody
looked down and I guessed she was going to take my silence as a no.

"I'm sorry. I just thought...Forget it. Sorry. I'm gonna..." she was
almost shaking and getting her books and purse off the chair next to
her.

"Wait," I said, feeling like I was waking up. Like my brain had just
shut down for a second. "Don't go. Okay?"

"But..." Jody was really scared, probably thinking she'd made me mad and
I was gonna yell or laugh or something.

"I have a girlfriend," I whispered, catching her eyes with mine.
"Nobody knows about it."

"Really?" she swallowed hard and I nodded.

"Do you have one?"

"No," she looked up as a couple senior girls came into the office for
some reason, but they ignored us totally. 

The bell ending homeroom was going to ring in a minute or two and I
glanced at the Principal's closed door, wondering what was going on in
there. I didn't think it would take that long for three girls to get
undressed, but then again Cherry and Gwen were kinda shy about it. I
wondered how Penny was taking the news.

"I have a boyfriend," Jody said when I looked at her again, giving me
just a hint of a smile. "He doesn't know or anything."

"Yeah? So you like boys too?"

"No," Jody giggled, kinda losing me. "I mean, I like him, but not
really like that or anything."

"Not like what?" 

"We have sex and stuff," she shrugged. 

"You do?"

"All the time," she said. "But I never like it. I just, you
know...Pretend."

"So why do you have a boyfriend?" I wondered with a giggle and Jody
smiled, looking down again.

"I don't know," she said. "No reason, I guess."

"The bell's gonna ring in a minute," I said, just because I really
didn't know what else to say. This girl was like completely confessing
and I'd told her about me, sorta, and I really didn't know what it
meant.

"You want a ride home after school?" Jody asked, looking up quickly.
"I have a car. It's no problem."

"Ummm..." I made a face. "I'm getting suspended, remember?"

"Oh!" Jody laughed and she really did blush then. "Sorry. I forgot."

"I'll probably be walking home ten minutes from now," I said with
another look at the door. "If they ever get done in there."

"Oh yeah?" Jody smiled and she was giving me a funny look.

"What?"

"I can give you a ride this morning," she shrugged. "If you want."

"You don't have classes?"

"Yeah," Jody laughed and stuck out the tip of her tongue. "But I don't
care."

"What?" I grinned at her. "You skip out?"

"Sometimes," she admitted. "Well...I used to, last year. I haven't
this year."

"I don't want you to get in trouble," I shook my head. "It's not worth
it."

"It is for me," Jody said softly and I'd seen that look before in
Angie's eyes.

"Ummm..." I bit my bottom lip and I was thinking about Angie, but
she'd be at nursing school all day. My mom would be sleeping and...
"Yeah, okay."

"Cool," Jody smiled and nodded her head.

"I have to wait for the Principal to officially kick me out though," I
said with a giggle. "Where's your car?"

"In the student parking lot," she told me. "It's the little red Miata,
kinda in the back."

"The sports car?" I blinked at the girl cause I'd seen it before and
it was a pretty cool car. "That's yours?"

"Uh-huh!" she shrugged. "I'll just wait for you there. Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed. "As soon as he signs my thing."

I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, but Jody was pretty cute. I
mean, most 16 year old girls are anyway, but I'd never really noticed
one way or the other before. I didn't know her at all and she never
did anything to get noticed, just like I never did. Probably if I
hadn't had to get naked, and then decided not to get naked, we never
would have said three words to each other. That was kind of a strange
thought to have, especially now that I could see how cute she really
was.

She wasn't much bigger than I was, even though Jody was a year older,
and she had sort of a creamy complexion that looked good with her
auburn hair and hazel eyes. Jody's lips were really red too, like all
by themselves, I mean, and she had a pageboy haircut, kind of a long,
shaggy one like she just didn't care. It sounds bad, but I liked it
and it seemed to suit her just fine. Jody looked like she was just
sorta disappointed with the world, the way her eyebrows were kinda up
and her eyes soft and her mouth crooked, just smiling at one corner
mostly.

Probably you wouldn't really notice that stuff until you sat down and
looked at her. I hadn't seen it before and it was like finding out a
secret, except I didn't know what it was yet.

Jody gave me a little wave when the bell rang and I was left there
alone, still waiting. More kids came in and out, especially now that
it was between classes. Teachers were in and out too and I frowned
when Ms. Owens saw me.

"Sam? What are you doing?" she asked me, drawing some unwanted
attention to me as some of the other kids stopped to see what was
going on.

"Uh..." I shrugged. "Nothing."

"But you're supposed to be in the program this week!" she said. "How
come you're sitting here?"

"You knew about that?" I asked her, narrowing my eyes and of course
she'd known. Ms. Owens had known on Friday, probably even before then.
I don't know why it surprised me.

"Well, of course I did," she almost smiled. "Why aren't you getting
undressed?"

"I'm not doing it," I told her. "So they're suspending me or
something."

"What do you mean?" Ms. Owens narrowed her blue eyes on mine.

"I told the Principal I wasn't going to do it," I said with a shrug,
like there wasn't much more to explain.

"Why not, Sam?" Ms. Owens sat down where Jody had been sitting a
moment before and put her hand on my knee. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I told her. "I'm fine. I just don't want to get naked for a
bunch of people I don't know."

"But you have to!"

"That's what Principal Eckert said too," I giggled and it was really
weird, but I was feeling good about it right then. "And Ms. Beyle said
she'd get some boys to hold me down and take off my clothes..." I
shook my head, "...that stuff's not right. I don't have to let anybody
do that!"

"Well, of course not!" Ms. Owens blinked quickly and she looked
surprised. "Nobody is going to do anything like that!"

"That's what she said," I shrugged.

"Well," Ms. Owens looked up at the wall clock and frowned. "This isn't
right, Sam. Physical coercion is completely unacceptable."

"Uhhh...Okay," I nodded, but only because I wasn't exactly sure what
coercion meant, but it sounded serious.

"I have a class starting," she sighed. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I think so," I told her. "I'm just waiting for the Principal to sign
my paper and then I'm going home."

"Okay," Ms. Owens nodded at that. "When you talk to your mother, ask
her to call me, okay?" 

"You?"

"Yeah. Hold on..." She had one of those pens on a chain around her
neck and she used it to write her phone number on a piece of paper.
"That's my home phone, okay? If I'm not here, she can call me there.
I'm going to find out what this is all about."

"Okay," I agreed, looking at her phone number. 

"He really said they were going to hold you down and take off your
clothes?"

"Ms. Beyle said it," I told Ms. Owens. "The Principal just kinda
agreed with her."

"Hmph." She frowned some more and then she started standing up. "Well,
just hang in there, okay? And ask your mom to call me."

"I will."

Ms. Owens left quickly, not wanting to be late for her own class, I
supposed, and I wondered what she was going to tell my mom. What could
she tell my mom? I was still going to be in trouble. My mom didn't
have any problems with getting naked and she'd probably be more than
happy to see some boys taking off my clothes. Ms. Beyle had only been
bluffing anyway, but Ms. Owens seemed to take it seriously and I
wondered if my gym teacher would get in trouble for that.

I kinda hoped so.

Ten minutes after the bell rang, the Principal's door finally opened
and I stared as Cherry came out first, naked except for a pair of pink
ballet slippers or something. I guessed that was the footwear the
Principal had mentioned. She was black, like I said, and seriously
pretty too! Cherry's body was all round and wonderfully dark, like she
was made out of chocolate. She had big tits and big black nipples,
soft hips and hardly any hair at all on her pussy. I swear! She had
less hair than I did and I could see her lips and everything!

Penny walked right behind Cherry and I had to sorta lean over to get a
good look at her. She was okay, I guess. I mean, yeah, okay, Penny was
hot, but I didn't want to admit it. Her skin was white, I mean white
as snow, especially compared to Cherry! Her nipples were sorta golden
brown and puffy like mine and she had more hair than I did. Penny's
tits were bigger than mine too, of course, and I rolled my eyes when
she caught me looking at her.

"This is your fault!" Penny yelled at me and she wasn't too happy
about being naked. "You bitch!"

"None of that in here!" Mrs. Maple frowned, but Penny was already
leaving anyway, kinda pushing on Cherry's shoulders to hurry the black
girl up.

Gwen brought up the rear and she'd been crying it looked like. Her
blue-green eyes were red and puffy and she was trying to cover herself
up with some kind of brochure or something. All three of the girls had
had one of those, like a glossy tri-fold thing you'd find in a travel
agency, you know? It said NIS and had a picture on the front, but I
couldn't really see much else. Mostly because I was looking at Gwen.

Her tits looked a lot smaller without a bra on, but that hardly
mattered. The most beautiful girl in school was going to be that
whether she was dressed or not. She didn't have a totally perfect body
like my mom did or anything, but for being a 17 year old white girl,
she looked good. Real good and I was probably a lesbian, I decided, or
maybe I was really a boy in my head, because I'd do her.

I'd do all three of them, if I could, and if I felt like that...God!
Every guy in school was going to be all over those girls. It was like
putting a sign around their necks that said "RAPE ME" or at least
that's how it seemed to me. Gwen was sniffling and she wouldn't look
up at anybody. Shoot. She'd probably start crying again if a boy even
said hi to her while she was naked.

I was so glad that wasn't me!

"All right, Samantha," Mrs. Maple said after the little parade of
naked teenage girls was over. "You can go inside now."

She handed me my Suspension Notice and I suddenly felt nervous again,
scared too, because this was the school Principal and I was getting
kicked out. I'd never been in trouble in my life, but I was making up
for it right then!

"Have a seat, Samantha," the Principal said and Ms. Beyle was leaving,
pulling the door closed behind her.

There was a pile of girls' clothing sitting unfolded on his desk, some
baby blue underwear right on top, a bra and matching panty, and I
figured those were probably Penny's. I'd seen her wearing underwear
like that before when we changed for gym class.

"I'm suspending you for one week," the man told me. "Seven days.
You're not allowed on public school property for any reason. Did you
clean out your lockers?"

"Yes sir," I swallowed hard.

"A week from today, Monday morning, you'll be reinstated as a
student," he told me. "At that time you'll be expected to participate
in the NIS program. Do you understand me?"

"What? You mean, I gotta be naked next week?" 

"That's exactly what I mean," Principal Eckert nodded. "This is a
serious business. You'll miss five days of school and if you miss ten
days in a single semester, you can't get credit for it."

"Ummm..." I was going to tell him I wasn't gonna get naked next week
either, but he didn't give me a chance.

"If next Monday, you refuse to participate again, you'll be suspended
indefinitely and your case will be referred to the school district,"
the Principal said. "By not attending school, you'll be in violation
of public law, Samantha. You, and your mother, could be in serious
trouble for this."

"What? But...I want to go to school! I just..."

"And we want you here, believe me," he said. "You're a good student,
Samantha. A very bright young woman with real potential. It would be a
shame to waste that, don't you think?"

"I don't want to be naked though!"

"Everyone has to do it," Principal Eckert told me with a shrug. "We're
not asking anything from you that we're not asking from every other
student at Redmond High."

"But..."

"So you think about it carefully," he said, reaching for my paper and
I watched him sign it. "And if your mother has any questions, she can
call the school. I'm looking forward to talking with her, okay?"

"Yeah," I frowned, taking the form from his hand.

"Have Mrs. Maple get a copy of that for your school record," Principal
Eckert told me as he stood up. "And I'll see you in a week, Samantha."

"Hmmm..." I left his office feeling more than a little unhappy. I was
not only going to be in serious trouble with my mom, but I was going
to miss a week of schoolwork that I'd have to catch up on. Plus, I'd
probably have to get naked next week anyway, or else...Or else I had
no idea! But it wouldn't be good, I was sure!

The only good thing, if there was a good thing, was that it was only
quarter to nine in the morning and I was out of school and not in
trouble with my mom yet and...

"Hey!" Jody grinned at me as I opened the passenger door of her little
red Miata, kind of an old sports car and really small, but really cute
too. She had to turn down her CD player because it was blasting some
Audioslave loud enough to blow our ears out!

"Hi!" I grinned back as I climbed into the front seat, sorta wedging
my backpack down between my legs.

"Are you all kicked out of school?" she asked me, showing me her
little pink tongue between her really red lips.

"Yeah!" I giggled, pulling out my Suspension Notice and showing it to
her. "I got a whole week off now."

"Awesome!" she laughed, starting up her car. "So where do you wanna
go?"

"Ummm..." I shrugged. "My mom's home, but she's sleeping."

"Let's go to my place then," Jody suggested. "Nobody there at all."

"Cool," I agreed and Jody's eyes, those magic hazel eyes of hers, were
full of happy mischief and I had a pretty good idea of what we were
gonna be doing at her place!



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