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Archive name: readers.txt (MF, rp)
Authors name: Holly Rennick (jlrennick@yahoo.com)
Story title : Readers Theater 

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Readers Theater (MF, rp)
by Holly Rennick (jlrennick@yahoo.com)

***

An FFfm drama for spoken voices. Are we getting a bit 
literary? Perhaps yes for erotic literature, but not at 
all for theater. Thespians like novelty. For a school 
play, however, stick with Charlie's Aunt.

***

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just for the fun of it, I rewrote a 
portion of my "Writer's Notebook" for Readers Theater. 
We'll just call it "RT" to dodge arguments about an 
apostrophe. If you're not familiar with the RT genre, 
think of an old-fashioned radio drama with the 
performers gathered around a big clunky microphone. 
It's not theatrical in the stage sense because it's all 
in the reading. Unlike Broadway, you can sip your Co-op 
Fair Trade coffee before you as Eponine follow your 
heart toward the Parisian barricades. Your lover's 
impassioned "Vive le revolution" soliloquy remains, of 
course, total theater. Better put down your beverage.

Your living room is likely your stage. If, as is often 
the case, the readers are their own listeners, do 
pretend that an audience is there; you'll have more fun 
performing. RT is in fact also performed on the actual 
stage where the readers face the audience. If you get 
to that level, good for you. I myself choose fun over 
fame, though if offered a suitable role with an off-
Broadway troupe...

You aren't just your disembodied vocal chords. Let 
attire and props invisible to the audience enhance your 
spoken delivery. In this script, a simple hairbrush 
keeps popping up. Find one. Let's suppose your role in 
this script is the boy Zak. Perhaps you see him as one 
of those teenagers we see wearing baseball hats 
backwards. (It's an anti-establishment manifestation, 
along with the $100 sneakers, I believe). Wear a 
backwards Farm Aid bill cap yourself. If the other 
readers can't keep a straight face, what do you care? 
You're a teenaged kid, not a middle aged CPA.

Unless you're tethered to a microphone, let mobility 
assist your expression. If, say, your role were that of 
an axe murderer, help your dalliance sound dastardly by 
getting out of your comfortable chair. This script 
lacks an axe murder, I must confess, but perhaps you'll 
have one in some later reading.

RT script doesn't always tell you when to sound 
alarmed, when to speak through tears, etc. You thus 
become a creator, not just a performer. They say that 
what's left out of the musical score gives a Broadway 
tune its brilliance. Verbal pauses speak their own 
parts as well, leaving the listeners believing the 
actions were more than implied. Perhaps they were. What 
sounds might define such moments? While you shouldn't 
swing an actual axe to create the cacophony of a 
murder, some activities lend themselves to the overlap 
of performance and reality. Certainly a real kiss does. 
No? Try a scene where RT lovers simply kiss their own 
hands for the noise. Dead in the water!

Improvisation can elevate the intensity of a scene far 
beyond the bounds of the author's skeleton dialog. Be 
careful, however. The author wrote the story and may 
not want an axe murder inserted. She may, however, 
enjoy more passion than her sterile call, "[Kissing]". 
Working off another's script is a common way for new 
authors to test the waters. If you have a fundamentally 
changed the plot, though, change the title. If the axe 
thing just has to happen, this one could be re-
subtitled "A spoken drama for one male and three female 
voices and a large hatchet".

If you haven't read "Writer's Notebook", don't go there 
yet. You'd see that the RT version takes a different 
tack. First see where the RT version leads, reading the 
script several times. You'll better envision the 
characters with each pass. The picture that voices 
paint may be more engaging than the paragraphed story.

For this performance, you'll need four voices:

 Two female schoolteachers in their 20's: Cindi [C] and 
Holly [H], and

 Two teenagers: Zak [Z] and his sister [S].

Sister's lack of given name isn't important by intent, 
but script eccentricities provide reviewers something 
to mine for subliminal significance. Was the author 
herself robbed of her identity? Could it be that...? 
Pondering makes reviewers feel meritorious.

The script suggests occasional sound effects. Add your 
own, too. Those that distract from the spoken lines, 
however, might be better left to the imagination.

If anybody's willing to try this as performance, do let 
me know how it goes. Tell me for real. Proofing's 
always appreciated, for sure.

Each scene's characters and settings are as follows.

Act 1

 Scene 1. Z, S; Family room.

 Scene 2. Z, S; Bedroom.

 Scene 3. H, C; Lunchroom.

Act 2

 Scene 1. Z, S; Family room.

 Scene 2. H, C; Lunchroom.

Act 3

 Scene 1. Z, S; S's bedroom.

 Scene 2. H, C; Lunchroom.

Act 4

 Scene 1. Z, S, H, C; Z's bedroom.

 Scene 2. Z, H; Woods.

 Scene 3. H, C; Lunchroom.

If you're a little overweight and have a few gray 
hairs, who cares? Think back to how you thought, how 
you talked when you were your character's age. Sex, of 
course is really important, but not as important as it 
seemed back then. So let's go back there for a little 
bit.

ACT 1

Scene 1.

Setting: Family room, a few years in the past. 
Background TV sound.

RT setup: Z and S should read from a sofa. H and C, 
having no lines in Scenes 1 and 2, should be offstage 
to avoid inhibiting Z and S's spontaneity.

S: Hey Zak, this show's boring. Let's do something.

Z: OK. Like what?

S: I don't know. Chinese checkers? I'll make some 
goofs. OK?

Z: Not Chinese checkers.

S: How 'bout Alien Investigators?

Z: Is that a game?

S: Sorta. Roberta told me how.

Z: How?

S: Well, one of you is the Alien Investigator and the 
other is the Earthling.

Z: So what do you do?

S: Investigate.

Z: OK, I guess.

S: Let's play upstairs. Come on!

Z: Do we fight enemy aliens or anything?

[TV clicks off. Stairsteps. Door opening]

Scene 2.

Setting: Bedroom.

RT setup: As in Scene 1.

S: Who gets to be the Alien Investigator?

Z: I don't even know how to play.

S: 'Cause you're just in fourth grade. I'm the Alien 
and you're the Earthling. I'm from Zenafu. Let me get 
my stuff.

[Footsteps leaving and returning. Door locking. Small 
items dumped onto dresser]

S: OK, Earthling. This is a mind control zapper. If I 
zap you, you have to do what I say.

Z: It's your hairbrush, but we're pretending, right?

S: Right. Zap. Double Zap.

Z: Oh, oooh. I'm dead!

S: No, idiot, you're just stunned. I have to 
investigate you.

Z: OK.

S: First I need to read your mind with my Space X-Ray.

Z: Space X-Ray?

S: Use your imagination. Your name is Zak and you live 
on South Jefferson and you have one sister.

Z: You knew that.

S: No I didn't because I just beamed you up to this 
spaceship.

Z: OK.

S: Now I have to look inside your body, Earthling. Let 
me aim... I hear your computer. That's your Earthling 
heart... I see that you breathe air... It appears that 
you eat Skittles...

Z: Don't poke so hard.

S: OK. Now take off your shirt for body testing... 
Good... As we suspected, your body lacks armor against 
Martian guns. I'll now test your temperature by total 
measurement. Lie on the spaceship table for Test 234.

Z: On top of the covers?

S: Shoes off.

[Two thumps. Mattress creak. Z may lay back on the sofa 
with S seated at his side.]

Z: Hey, you can't do that!

S: Yes I can because I applied mind control already. 
Your stomach can't feel anything.

Z: Well not so low. Don't.

S: Quitter!

Z: I'm not!

S: So let me do the Alien test on your legs.

Z: Not so high.

S: It's 753. Normal. You've got a bump.

Z: A what?

S: A bump, right there in the middle.

Z: That's not fair.

S: It part of the Alien Examination, if you have any 
bumps.

Z: Well, leave it alone!

S: I have to test it. It won't hurt. I have to make 
sure you didn't sneak a secret laser weapon onto my 
ship. I'll just check it with my Xerob defractor.

Z: It's not a laser weapon. You know what it is!

S: It won't take long, just a few slides with my 
defractor.

Z: No fair, that's your hand!

S: Same difference. It grew!

Z: Because you're tickling it.

S: It's an expandable secret ray gun. You're an enemy 
spy. I have to torture you.

Z: Let's not play this game.

S: Lay back down. I need to finish my Alien 
Investigation to do my report to the Space General. 
Should I rub harder, Earthling?

[Fabric stroked.]

Z: What if Mom comes in?

S: She won't. Now lift up your butt.

Z: No way!

S: Lift, before she hears us!

Z: OK. OK.

[Zipper and sliding fabric]

Z: Don't pull them all the way off, though.

S: How interesting. Earthlings wear clothes inside of 
clothes. Lift again. Mom won't know, I promise.

Z: You promise?

[More sliding fabric. Murmurs]

Z: I said not all the way!

S: Have to. See? It wouldn't be like that if you didn't 
like to get investigated. If you keep trying to wiggle 
away, I'll stop... That's better.

[Giggles]

Z: You're making it do that.

S: You have a really good space weapon, Earthling. How 
does it work?

Z: You know, to pee.

S: You have to show me, Earthling. Your Alien 
Examination score is 39, which means that you can be a 
Rocket Ranger!

Z: You don't have to stop testing if you don't want to.

S: Kinda like this?

[Rhythmic sounds.]

Z: Yeah.

S: You gotta say please.

Z: Please.

S: Please Space Princess.

Z: Please Space Princess.

[Rustling sounds. While S may have resorted to 
enactment to assist the dialog, it is crucial that Z 
not contain his response.]

Scene 3.

Setting. Lunch hour in a mid school faculty lounge. 
Background sounds may include muffled conversations, 
chairs pushed back, silverware, class bells.

RT setup: C and H face each other.

C: I'm not telling who she is, but I'll tell you who he 
is. Did you ever have Zak Gaston?

H: Zak in ninth grade? Seemed pretty average in 
seventh-grade English. What's the attraction?

C: Well, he isn't perfectly average, if you catch my 
drift. Sitting where he sits in Science of Life, I pay 
attention.

H: Like how?

C: Like how often he's thinking of human biology, shall 
we say?

H: You can tell?

C: He moves little bit, you know, but the bulge stays.

H: Well he's just a kid.

C: I guess, but he tries to cover his lap if I lean 
over his desk and show him a little topside.

H: The "little" part is accurate, girl.

C: Rub it in will you, Holly.

H: If your dates would give me a turn.

C: You're so cruel. Were you Cinderella's stepmother?

H: Her stepsister, actually.

C: Well anyway, the girls in ninth know about Zak.

H: How so?

C: Well, the rumor going around was that he was a 
virgin because he was too big for any ninth-grader. 
Truth be told, it was just one girl and they chickened 
out. Lots of ninth-graders have had sex, you know.

H: Life's not fair.

C: Hang in there, Holly. We're not buying you a device 
yet. So anyway, three girls felt Zak at his sister's 
slumber party. First they wanted him to play strip 
poker, but he wouldn't. He knew they'd rig it.

H: It'd be easy.

C: The thing is, you should cheat fair so everybody 
gets naked together. Like who wants to see a naked guy 
if you're still dressed?

H: I'd volunteer.

C: Holly, the voyeur! So three of them snuck into Zak's 
room in the middle of the night and held the cover over 
his head so he couldn't tell who. They sat on him and 
teased till he got hard. He couldn't help it. They had 
a ruler, so there must have been a bet or something. 
They pulled his PJ's all the way down so they could 
measure his balls even. After he got his erection, they 
were nicer. One girl had him squeeze her tits while 
they did their thing; he liked that part. The last one 
rubbed herself across his cock, but he didn't shoot, 
when they were there, anyway.

H: Good. If they got the goods on him, they'd start 
bagging him everywhere, like in the band room.

C: He knows it was three because they took turns. At 
the last, they just covered his eyes and each kissed 
him. They left three pairs of panties on his pillow. So 
high school girlish, right? Except for their giggles, 
the whole thing was perfectly silent, them and him.

H: Poor kid.

C: Poor us, the way I see it. He's pretty sure who two 
were, the way they blushed next morning. His sister 
could be the other, he suspects, because she's started 
getting these videos when their folks are out. Did you 
ever see "Undercover Agent Uncovered"? You should.

H: Ever see "Les Mis‚rables"?

C: OK, OK. I'll spend the big bucks and go with you. 
Dressing up will be fun, but you have to translate.

H: I told you already, it's in English.

C: Anyway, where were we? Zak's sister just wears her 
summer nightie, even though it's winter, and scoots 
right next to him on the couch.

H: Bra?

C: Sometimes when they start watching, but she'll go to 
the bathroom and ditch it.

H: And she'd let other girls grope her little brother? 
She's a weirdo.

C: It's not weird at all; it's just not talked about. 
She'll just hop into his lap in the middle of the movie 
and get him to wrap his arms under her boobs. During a 
seduction scene, she'll snuggle deeper so his erection 
fits against her crack. He has one constantly.

H: Wonder why?

C: You promise I'll like that "Les Miser..."? You know 
what I mean.

H: It's really romantic, as opposed to "Uncovered 
Agent", I expect.

C: There are different kinds of romance.

H: I'll buy you a decaf at intermission. It's like 
$2.25. So what about Zak?

C: She'll even say things about the movie like, "I'll 
bet she never tells," or, "That one would be a way to 
start."

H: Why not just say, "Let's do it too, dear brother of 
mine?'"

C: Good point. To get more comfy, she'll move his arms 
up until he cups one through her nightie if he doesn't 
act intentional. He can bump her nip, but shouldn't 
squeeze, if you get the difference. Or she'll tug her 
neckline out enough for him look right over her 
shoulder. She looks too.

H: Tease the guy to death!

C: Well, he does sort of like the cuddling. He's just a 
guy.

H: With his sister?

C: It wasn't your fault you were an only child. If Zak 
puts a pillow over his lap, she tries to wrestle it 
away. "Pervboy peaked and got a biggie! We can't help 
how we get sometimes, can we?" That kind of stuff.

H: Poor guy probably wants to slide under the sofa. I 
say look, don't discuss.

C: She'll crawl right on top of him in the battle. If a 
button comes loose and a boob pops out, she claims it 
doesn't matter because they used to take baths together 
anyway. They still could. He has to button her back in 
because she says he undid her on purpose.

H: Would they take their rubber ducky?

C: And when her gown rides up, seeing her panties 
doesn't matter either, she says, because there's nobody 
else around.

H: Like you wrestle in your little panties and he 
doesn't see everything?

C: He sees enough. When he touches her tit in the 
wrestling, she kind of pauses and raises her arm before 
trying to escape. If he touches her butt, she giggles 
that he better not spank her. He's spread her when he 
was pinning her, but not long enough to do anything. 
His touches aren't all accidental, you know.

H: Don't blame him for this, Cindi.

C: She tries to touch him too with her leg. Or maybe 
the side of her arm will get there. Like with her tits, 
it's supposed to seem accidental.

H: This is going somewhere it shouldn't.

C: Not really. They end up with her thigh on his cock, 
his hip against her mound, more-or-less even for a 
makeout, anyway. Nothing really gets anywhere. She's 
probably watching his breathing, seeing what's working.

H: Just a matter of time.

C: And then Zak found her Valentine's panties in his 
dresser, bikini ones with little red hearts.

H: Like their mom can't sort their laundry? Right!

C: When he threw them in her room, she asked if she 
should wear them next time, even if they don't stay up 
very well. Talk about bold. She was the third girl, 
alright.

H: And Zak slept with a teacher?

C: This teacher heard a version of the slumber-party 
story, and decided to help with his virgin problem. 
He's tried to see this teacher's tits in class, so he's 
not gay or anything. She can tell which boys are ready.

H: He's nowhere near eighteen.

C: So this teacher got Zak to help in her book closet 
and let him steady her on the stool. Then she put his 
hand on her sweater, her Kashmir. She'd teach him how 
to make love if he'd kiss her, she said. Pretty 
straightforward, don't you think?

H: Pretty.

C: He was nervous, but he kissed her. She tried to work 
her leg between his to check him out, but he was too 
scared to let her. They made a plan for Saturday. 
They're still getting together. She lets him brush her 
hair afterwards.

H: As I said, life's not fair.

C: After this teacher seduced him on Saturday, he told 
her how his sister was messing with him. I guess having 
sex helps teacher trust. Her boys often tell her 
things. Is "seduced" the right word if he agreed?

H: Close enough. Her boys? There are others?

C: It's not like a bunch or anything. Kids need to talk 
to someone.

H: I see where you're going - sleep with our students 
to build trust.

C: No way! If you fucked the class, it wouldn't be 
special and you'd be back to square one.

H: OK, so the teacher found out about Zak-boy's home 
life?

C: This teacher has an interest in sibling 
relationships.

H: Well she's going to get her ass fired.

C: You know, Holly, at least three faculty are having 
affairs with students here, two men and one woman.

H: I can see how for the men. We always see their 
panties. And their training bras are so loose.

C: So you agree?

H: Those girls learn it from the movies. R means 
rentable. Look how they adjust their blouses after they 
get off the bus. Their little push-up bras and all. 
They're after the boys and get a man, I suppose.

C: So why the double standard?

H: It just seems weird, a female teacher.

C: Sex is often a bit complicated, right?

H: You know, it's good we agree on at least one thing 
or we couldn't be friends.

C: We also agree that brushing you hair keeps it thick. 
Loan me your brush for a minute, while we're sitting 
here.

H: I think this is how I get lice.

C: Very funny. Thanks. Anyway, Zak really likes his 
sister. He's spied on her, pretty well actually, but it 
just makes him hornier. She knows, too. Would you leave 
your door open a crack at bedtime, turn away right when 
you get naked, hop under the sheet and play with 
yourself, him still peaking in? The girl's cruel! Well, 
maybe she's smart. He should slip in and finish her 
off.

H: They'll have a six-fingered baby.

C: That inbreeding thing's exaggerated, but I totally 
agree don't get pregnant.

H: That's three agreements.

C: That's why we're best friends.

[Quick kiss and giggle]

H: Not that kind of friends.

C: I know, Holly, but it's fun to push your buttons. 
Speaking of playing with your buttons, want me to, you 
know...?

H: Why sure, darling Cindi! I could just lean back 
right here and you could bend over and...

C: OK, you win, but I did make you blush, right?

H: Molested in the lunchroom! I'll sue the District and 
you get a quarter.

C: Half. How'd we get on this? Zak two problems: One, 
even after that Saturday with the teacher, he wasn't 
that good. Two, he doesn't know if his sister'll go 
along. The first one's where this teacher's helping 
out, right? Zak needs regular lessons from a certified 
graduate.

H: For educational use, as we say in the profession.

C: So how to get his sister to agree? Here's my plan. 
It's porn video night. They're already on the sofa, 
nobody else around.

H: We'll make this the RT Act 2.

C: Start writing this down. By Cindi Barton, 
playwright.

ACT 2

Scene 1.

Setting: Family room. S and Z sitting.

RT setup: S may sit in Z's lap for better delivery. Z 
might brush S's hair to set an atmosphere of sibling 
familiarity. Z may unfasten several of S's buttons as 
the script progresses. As in Act 1, Scenes 1 and 2, H 
and C should be offstage to encourage Z and S's 
creative interpretation.

S: Jeeze. That was some video.

Z: Do you think it was, you know, real?

S: It would be hard for the guy not show his, you know, 
if it weren't, you know.

Z: I don't think it lasts that long for real, usually.

S: It probably helps to really know the other person.

Z: Maybe that's the problem with Lara.

S: You guys do it?

Z: Shoot, no. We're just in ninth.

S: So what's the problem?

Z: She's kinda frustrating is all.

S: So she won't make out?

Z: You're a girl. She just pecks.

S: Well what are you doing for her?

Z: Whataya think?

S: So show me.

Z: Here's the way I know...

[Muffled kiss]

S: Not bad.

Z: Here's another one...

S: Well you deserve more than a peck back, then, maybe 
like this...

[Caresses]

Z: Actually, I'd rather not even bother with Lara. Come 
here.

[Rustling and breathing]

S: We're just fooling around, right? Did your Lara fall 
for that one? Like your hand's just accidentally on me?

Z: Like you nipple's not hard?

S: I forgot we were just fooling around, maybe. I guess 
you can undo a few buttons if you kiss good.

Z: We'll just pull it open a little bit.

S: You shouldn't do that because you're not my 
boyfriend.

Z: Oh.

S: But we could pretend.

Z: Let's just slip it off.

S: It's not like you haven't seen my bra before.

Z: That too.

S: We've got time, you know.

Z: Let me do it.

[Garments falling]

Z: Jeeze. Yours are really beautiful. My own sister's! 
They want a kiss?

S: Nope.

Z: Sure they do.

S: OK, if you're careful. You gotta take your shirt off 
too... Naughty little brother. Just lightly.

Z: Let me get where I can do it better.

S: And Lara just lets you get between her legs?

Z: We're just in ninth.

S: Well you're my brother, so I'll let you.

Z: Your jeans first.

S: The folks might come home.

Z: We've got time. Raise your butt so I can get them.

S: Let me think.

Z: You think and I'll pull.

S: We really shouldn't.

Z: There we go.

S: Well, don't mess with my panties, then.

Z: They're your Valentine's ones.

S: So?

Z: You warned me that they didn't stay up very well.

S: Oh, Zak, you're such a perv.

[Kissing]

Z: Butt up!

S: I'll be naked.

Z: Just a little more.

S: Don't look.

Z: Don't worry.

S: You can look if you really want to.

Z: It was a long time ago that we took baths together.

S: Don't pop out your eyes.

Z: Can I touch?

S: You've gotta stop when I say, though.

Z: This way?

S: Yeah. Just go slow.

Z: Like this?

S: Yeah.

Z: You're wet.

S: That's how girls get.

[Brushing sound]

Z: It doesn't hurt or anything?

S: It's nice.

Z: Here, even?

S: There, even.

Z: Can I, you know, push?

S: Not too far, though.

Z: I don't want to hurt anything.

S: You're not.

Z: If you want...

S: Can I feel how you are?

Z: With your hand?

S: I don't know if I should.

Z: Put it inside. Like this...

[Light gasps]

S: You're so big.

Z: It likes what you're doing.

S: Take off your pants so I can do it better. OK?

[Zipper and fabric]

S: Oh, God. It's so, you know, big!

Z: We love each other, don't we.

[Murmurs]

Z: It's really ready.

S: I can tell. Rub my front with it.

[More murmurs]

Z: Now let me rub it down there.

S: Don't.

Z: You're already open enough.

S: You're making me that way.

Z: We can just do it part way.

S: Oh, Zak.

Z: It's OK. We'll always love each other. We have to 
prove it the real way. Please let me. You'll like it.

S: Just part way?

Z: Till you say.

S: It's because I love you too.

Scene 2.

Setting and RT setup: As in Act 1, Scene 3.

H: So that's your vanilla seduction, for sure. Five or 
six steps and bingo!

C: That's how it usually works. Is that one of those 
herbal teas?

H: "Dandelion Sunshine."

C: Anything's better than what's in that coffeepot.

H: And to think how we pine for a real java! Are we 
slow learners?

C: We chose education, Holly.

H: So tell me some more about doing that last act 
before I demolish it.

C: How 'bout this? Starts off, he's brushing her hair. 
She takes over combing while he feels her up. The RT 
audience hears the hairbrush drop.

H: Keep going.

C: He slides her fingers down his front while he talks. 
And he'll sit up a little so it's easier for him to 
push her hand lower. She'll be so docile that he'll 
have to squeeze her fingers around him. See how much he 
wants her? Then he'll work her fingers to undo his 
pants. She doesn't just grab, right?

H: Are we talking about the plot line or the reading?

C: Both, don't you think?

H: So the RT performers themselves make love, you know, 
for the RT sound effects?

C: We'll maybe not if they need to finish the play. 
Just almost, I guess.

H: "The show must go on," as we say in the circus 
business.

C: I thought it was about performing plays.

H: It is, but first it was for when the lion ate the 
trainer and they didn't want the audience to panic.

C: Oh. Anyway, she already felt it with her 
girlfriends, of course, but she'll act like this is the 
first time. "You're so big," like that. With her 
girlfriends, it was pretty much in the dark. Not now.

H: She has to hold back a little. He's supposed to be 
making her, not her, him.

C: He'll get her legs apart while she decides. She'll 
lift up to get his dick aimed. The "It's because I love 
you too" is just before he pushes in. I wanna end it 
sorta romantic.

H: Act 2, Cindi style.

C: An act about the act, get it?

H: Barely. The thing is, about a million sibling 
stories start with teaching how to make out. The 
"problem with Lara" is pretty trite.

C: We'll they've got to get together some way.

H: So let's have an old fashioned rape.

C: Too chauvinist.

H: Maybe a compassionate rape.

C: Like how?

H: Like this.

ACT 3

Scene 1.

Setting: S's bedroom.

RT setup: S reclined. Z begins some distance away, 
moving closer. Again, H and C are excused from the 
stage.

[Door opening and closing]

S: Zak, what are you doing? It's way past bedtime. Get 
out of my room!

Z: A little visit, let's say.

S: Well, beat it. And leave my rug alone.

Z: Just fixing your door.

[Rug being pushed]

S: Put it back.

Z: Don't want then to hear us, do we? That's better.

S: I said get out!

Z: Not too loud.

[Low voices]

S: Get off my bed. This is ridiculous. And you're 
creepy. Get your hand off me!

Z: Be real quiet. So whatcha doing?

S: I'm not doing anything. Beat it'

Z: You were doing something down here, right?

S: Quit it! I was sleeping. Get off and get out, boy 
child.

Z: Or was it here?

S: Pervert!

Z: It's not that big a tit, overall, but it's nice.

S: Quit it and scram. You can't do that.

Z: I wouldn't have to squeeze if you'd lie still. You 
let me in the basement.

S: Stop acting like a jerk. It's different there 
because it's accidental and you show a little respect. 
Plus I'm dressed.

Z: Dressed?

S: I can't help how you react when we watch that stuff. 
I don't mind. I do mind you being here now, though. 
It's my room!

Z: Let's make it more natural.

S: Then you go out and I'll get in my nightie. We can 
look at my magazines with my flashlight.

Z: No nighties. Why look at pictures when we can 
wrestle and see each other?

S: We can't wrestle here! And stop touching me!

Z: Let's just chuck this sheet. It's not cold.

S: No way, jerk-off spy!

Z: You rub them like this?

[Muffled protest]

S: You treat me with respect! Anyway, I can't wrestle 
because of the curse.

Z: Nice try. I didn't want to visit you during your 
little period either, so I checked the wastebasket. 
Nothing since Wednesday.

S: You make me gag. You lick them clean, I'll bet. 
Leave me alone, asshole.

Z: You knew I'd be in here sooner or later.

S: Anyway, I know about the sock under your mattress. 
And so do my girlfriends.

Z: Maybe the two that held me down.

S: We take turns at your keyhole. You're such a 
pervert.

Z: You're the pervert and couldn't even make me come.

S: Am not! You would have, but I didn't want your icky 
stuff on me.

Z: Well this time it will be up the stovepipe.

S: Penis face! Go wonk yourself.

Z: So let's take off the sheet. That's better. Nice 
nips.

S: Like you aren't always gawking anyway.

Z: It's up to you about these panties getting torn. 
Seems a shame.

S: Just go away. I won't tell. Don't do that.

Z: I know you won't. You pull them off, or me?

S: Leave them alone.

Z: So down they come! Oh, yes!

[Fabric sliding]

S: Please don't.

Z: You may have flashed your tits a lot, but not this 
part.

S: Stop.

Z: Your hand isn't big enough.

S: Just don't. I said don't.

Z: Look what happens when you tease me.

S: Ugly! Put it back.

Z: Well, we'll stick in a place where you'll just feel 
it.

S: Quit it! I'll do you with my hand! You can play with 
my tits while I do.

Z: Too late. You never delivered on the couch. A bed's 
for the real thing!

S: Zak, don't say that stuff to me. I never made you do 
anything bad on the couch.

Z: So that's why I'm here.

S: You can spy on a slumber party. I'll get them to 
play around and everything. OK?

Z: I'd rather see you play around.

S: OK.

Z: I mean play around while we screw.

S: Zak, please don't do it.

Z: I'm between your legs already and I'm hardly trying.

S: Get off!

[Struggling]

Z: Just relax, will you?

S: I'm going to yell.

Z: So who rented the movies? How'd you even get a card 
to that video store?

S: Zak, please stop. You'll hurt me.

Z: If you want to cry, I don't care, but keep it low. 
It won't hurt. Ready?

S: Pig!

Z: It's just a finger.

S: Anus breath! I'll finger fuck your ass some day. Tie 
you up and make you cry. A bunch of us will take 
pictures for our scrapbooks.

Z: I'm not tying you up, am I? I'm just doing you with 
just one. Why not help me out? A way we saw in a movie.

S: Shithead!

Z: That was just to get you stretched.

S: We'll you don't know crap!

Z: That better, sweet pea?

S: Get off me, Zak.

[Further struggling]

Z: Quit jumping, will you? Too noisy. We just need to 
put this pillow behind the headboard.

S: Oh, God!

Z: Wouldn't want to wake up Mom, now. That's better.

S: Please don't!

Z: This one goes under your butt. Know why?

S: Let me go!

Z: That's the trick. Ready for the big one?

S: Zak, please don't. Please.

Z: Come on; don't make me push so hard.

S: It hurts!

Z: So open up better.

S: I can't, shithead.

Z: That's better. Slippery even!

S: Oh!

Z: Sorry. We'll go slower.

[Pushes]

S: Zak, I don't want to.

Z: You're doing good.

S: Slow down!

Z: That's how.

S: Oh, Zak.

Z: I plugged the door. Just don't get too loud.

S: Well you can't make me finish.

Z: Your choice, but you want to, right?

S: Go to hell. I don't want to!

Z: Here we go!

S: God damn you!

Z: Go ahead. You'll like it.

S: Stop it! Oh!

Z: Come on, move!

S: Please!

Z: All the way!

S: Just let me, then.

Z: You're coming, say it.

S: Crap.

Z: You're going to come, right? Like a big one?

S: It's not my fault.

Z: Do it now!

[Continuous motion]

S: Oh! Ah... Aah... Asshole! Ah... Aaah...

Z: Good girl!

S: Aah... Move! Ah... Aah... Damn it, move!

Z: Just hang on for me too.

S: Aaah...

[Wood banging]

Z: Damn headboard.

S: I'll hold the pillow.

Z: Got it?

S: Got it.

[Sudden motion]

Z: Damn it, come back here!

S: Fat chance. I got mine.

Z: Let me put it back in.

S: You kidding, fuckface? Do in on the sheet.

Z: You gotta let me.

S: Says who?

Z: Says me? Please.

S: You're pathetic.

Z: You gotta.

S: Well, maybe you can do it on me.

Z: Not on you, where I was.

S: Your pecker's too little.

Z: Just once!

S: Say, "I'm a pervert."

Z: Jeeze. I'm a pervert.

S: Well you are, not even asking. It's my room. You 
didn't even bring a rubber.

Z: Like I have one?

S: We'll ask, stupid.

Z: Do you?

S: Bottom drawer.

Z: Oh.

S: Zak?

Z: What?

S: I didn't want to loose.

Z: Then why did you?

S: Well, loose totally.

Z: You did OK for a bitch. Only a lezbo would fight 
back so much.

S: You did OK for a know-nothing. Gotta start 
somewhere. You shouldn't have pinched. A girl's 
delicate.

Z: Sorry. And I'm not a beginner.

S: Lara?

Z: None of your business. Like I didn't make you come?

S: Who was she?

Z: I promised not to tell.

S: Older than me?

Z: Maybe.

S: You brush her hair?

Z: No.

S: Good. That's special for sisters. Some scummy 
backseat?

Z: In her bed.

S: Really? Still fucking her?

Z: I guess.

S: Well you can't fuck me any more then.

Z: I'll quit with her.

S: Promise?

Z: Promise.

S: Big tits?

Z: Not really.

S: So let go of my mine. You hardly know how to hold 
them!

Z: Hey, I rode you out.

S: Only because you caught me naked, asshole! I was in 
a weakened condition.

Z: Does asshole mean you'll show me how, sex expert?

S: Forget it, pervboy. You get another dinky boner 
thinking about me, you've got your little sock.

Z: You have to let me.

S: And I've got my allies. We'll fuck you raw both 
ways, next slumber party. Just you wait! We'll give you 
Kotex for your bleeding butthole. And you'll probably 
like it because you're a fag. Come here

Z: So I take it that this is a better way to hold you?

S: A little bit. It's because I'm remembering the last 
video, not creepo you.

Z: Well, the actor was older.

S: In the movie, he kissed each one once.

Z: OK.

S: Is that pillow stuck back there still?

Z: I'll fix it. Want me to get something from your 
drawer?

S: Better.

Z: OK.

S: You cover your mouth yourself this time 'cause I'll 
be occupied. Now flat on your back, boy wonder.

Z: You crash off your bed like a spaz and we're up Shit 
Creek!

S: You just hold my tits, OK?

Scene 2.

Setting and RT setup: As in Act 1, Scene 3.

H: Cindi, where'd they get this coffee? It's totally 
tasteless.

C: Our NEA stands in solidarity with the worker co-ops 
where they grow it, they say.

H: Give me multinational anytime, then.

C: So I'm thinking, having been there myself a time or 
two.

H: Guatemala?

C: No, an orgasm.

H: Excuse me?

C: Your Zak story.

H: Oh, that. I thought we finished.

C: That scene's pretty good, but you really think she'd 
climax?

H: Absolutely. I found out.

C: Like you got raped?

H: No, dummy, on the Internet. You search for "rape" 
and "orgasm".

C: Pervert City, here we come! Virtual rape. Call 
moaning Holly at 1-900 with your MasterCard.

H: No, those ones are easy to spot. Find the ones 
written for rape victims. There are about a hundred.

C: Like, "Don't walk through the dark woods alone?"

H: Sure, but what they also say is that if you climax, 
it's not your fault.

C: Give me a break!

H: No, because it's a physiological reaction that just 
happens. All the sites say so and some of them are from 
like government agencies. It doesn't matter if you have 
one; it's still against the law.

C: Now they tell me!

H: And there are these forum chat places where girls 
ask each other things. One asks if she did something 
wrong because she came and the others say she was just 
doing how her body reacted. Like tickling, sort of. If 
you keep your mind clear, though, it's not going to 
happen.

C: Like not to you, anyway.

H: I've got really good concentration. It's the way to 
keep yourself from going along.

C: So Zak's sister really got raped in your version?

H: The first time, for sure.

C: You know how she likes to have him brush her hair?

H: It just means that they're close.

C: I read this story where these girls at summer camp 
rape the new girls with a hairbrush.

H: That would be tough in RT.

C: They're really careful and make the girl come. It's 
not like a bad rape. She giggles.

H: It sounds bad.

C: It's a girls camp. Then the new kid is a regular 
camper. It's called "Camp Brushmore".

H: Well Zak doesn't need a hairbrush to do it.

C: Well if I got to choose, I'd have her rape him.

H: The Internet says that's possible too.

C: You sure surf a lot.

H: So how do you think Zak's sister can pull it off 
your way?

C: Want some sadomasochism? You know, take the 
hairbrush and...

H: Yuk!

C: OK. Without. Listen up.

ACT 4

Scene 1.

Setting: Z's bedroom.

RT setup: Z reclining. S sitting. (Act 3, Scene 1 
reversal).

S: Mom says that I have to come up here and visit you. 
So how's life in bed when you should be helping rake 
the leaves?

Z: How about bringing me some more 7-Up.

S: So you break the head of your arm bone falling out 
of a tree like an idiot and have to get a cast and I 
have to get your pop!

Z: Come on. I only have one hand and I'm right handed.

S: OK. I'm not helping you pee, though,

Z: I can do that.

S: Left-handed? You use your right every night.

Z: Just get my 7-Up, OK?

S: I guess, since I'm your sister, I could help out.

Z: With what?

S: Your right arm being immobilized and everything.

Z: You're terrible.

S: Just lean back.

Z: No way. I'm not supposed to move around too much.

S: My hand'll do the moving. We'll be very careful of 
your arm.

Z: Very funny.

S: Want me to comb your hair? I brought my hairbrush. 
Not your top hair, though.

Z: Very funny.

S: So I'll comb you a nice part to start.

Z: Quit!

S: Don't bother to sit up.

Z: Stop it.

S: I'm just helping you get comfortable. Let's not 
jiggle your shoulder.

Z: Let me up. I'll... Stop. You have to.

S: Your bathrobe belt can help you other hand stay out 
of our way. Am I tying it too tight?

Z: Listen, you can't...

S: There. Can I adjust your pillow?

Z: You can untie my hand.

S: Want your 7-Up first? I'll hold the straw in your 
mouth.

Z: No.

S: Zak?

Z: What?

S: Isn't this a little weird? Me getting ready to rape 
you and everything? The RT audience sees exactly what 
I'm up to.

Z: It's what the script says.

S: You mean it's what Ms. Rennick wrote when she tried 
to do RT. She reads too much.

Z: Well, she's a teacher.

S: It's her first play, even. She's an English 
educator, not a writer, for Pete's sake. Ms. Barton's 
in on it too. I think she knows more about the sex 
aspect.

Z: I guess.

S: Did you ever figure if she really thought we'd go 
ahead and really get into Act 2? You know, on the sofa.

Z: I didn't actually read ahead too much. She said, you 
know, to get the timing.

S: Well it's not very well written if the performers 
don't even know what's for real. And why in Act 3 on my 
bed am I so mousy? I'm a shitload stronger than you.

Z: No way! Just freestyle. I thought we did it pretty 
good.

S: Maybe so, but why would we be such assholes? You're 
about the best lover a girl could ever have. I'm not 
going to fight back if you need me.

Z: Well, as beginning actors...

S: Baloney. Let's sort this out with those two teachers 
right now.

Z: We can't.

S: Ms. Rennick, Ms. Barton, you please come to the 
stage immediately!

[Offstage muttering. Entering footsteps of H and C. Two 
chairs drawn up]

H: What's the deal? You're supposed to be raping your 
brother and we get a coffee break.

S: We'll I don't want to. Look at him! One arm in a 
pretend cast; the other tied to a pretend bedpost! I 
want him to hold my tits.

H: But the script has...

S: Your script, not mine. Are you into bondage or 
whatever?

H: Of course not.

S: So don't write about it unless we can try on some of 
the leather stuff.

Z: She means that I don't have to have to be forced.

H: But drama needs some variety. You can't just hop 
into bed together like on a normal date.

Z: We know some different ways.

S: So I'm not raping him, OK?

H: OK. Maybe I can rewrite...

S: And Ms. Barton. You're the one that taught Zak here, 
right?

Z: I didn't say anything, really.

C: I guess.

S: Like you think us kids have our eyes closed? Shall I 
name some others boys?

C: Really, they were all ready for it. It's not like...

S: We know. You can bet your little ass that if you'd 
messed with boys who weren't ready, we'd have fried 
you.

C: Oh.

S: Shoot, Ms. Barton. You're one of our favorite 
teachers. I'm taking Chemistry 'cause of you. We're not 
going to wreck things.

C: No?

S: If you do your part, anyway.

Z: Ms. Barton, I really didn't tell.

S: Zak, that's why we both like you so much. You're so 
dependable. Plus, a good learner. Right, Ms. Barton?

C: I guess.

S: So, Ms. Rennick, you've not had sex with him, have 
you?

H: Of course not.

S: We'll don't. There are plenty of other guys at your 
school.

H: Listen...

S: Plenty of guys. You're not as experienced as Ms. 
Barton, right?

H: Maybe not.

S: Girls secret, OK?

C: She's just like us.

S: Maybe a little more discriminating. That's cool, Ms. 
Rennick.

H: So what do we do with this scene?

S: Well the rape's dead and the audience knows 
everything. Maybe I should make some Folgers Instant. 
Anybody want Creamola?

Z: One of you could change your part to a cheerleader 
who gets lost in the woods here and I could come along.

H: Too much like what's on the Internet.

S: Just acting, you know, I could be a female forest 
ranger in a lookout tower and you two teachers could be 
escaped convicts from the Woman's Prison where, you 
know, you learned about hairbrushing other women.

C: I like it. Holly, I mean Ms. Rennick here, is really 
a good actress. Why right in the lunchroom she offered 
to let me do something really special to her, but I 
guess she was just acting. Were you?

H: Cindi, these guys are going to believe you.

S: Nah, girls can tell right off. You just need to date 
around a little more, Ms. Rennick.

H: Probably right.

Z: So maybe I can be a Boy Scout who comes to the 
lookout tower and the three of you catch me.

S: Good plot, Zak-boy, but Ms. Rennick saw that one on 
the Internet too. You guys mind Styrofoam cups? The 
real ones must be in the washer.

H: I guess my RT idea wasn't so hot, once the 
performers start messing with the story. RT's really a 
good way for kids to start doing drama, though.

S: So here's what you need to add, Ms. Rennick.

H: What?

S: A scene where Zak takes you into the woods.

H: Why?

S: To check on what you said in Act 3 about orgasms.

H: It's just stuff I read.

S: So we'll find out. What I said about you and my 
brother, that was in real life. What happens in RT just 
happens.

H: You can't keep adding scenes to my play.

S: Zak. Ms. Barton and me are going away for a while 
and you do this new scene with Ms. Rennick.

Z: OK.

H: We might have to change the title.

S: Maybe, "A spoken drama for one male and three female 
voices with theatrical climax." So you two take your 
time figuring out how to perform it. Ms. Barton and me 
are taking off for a while.

Scene 2.

Setting: In the woods.

RT setup: Z and H on the sofa. As earlier scenes 
excused H and C from the stage, this scene excuses S 
and C for like reason. This scene contains condensed 
web sites quotations scripted for H. (They're real. 
Visit the http://... for context.) Alternatively, a 
narrator could deliver the quotations with a few 
changed lead-ins. As Z has only Curtain Call remaining, 
physical enactment is at his discretion. H, however, 
has less license, as she reads again in Scene 3.]

Z: Have you read this far yet?

H: No.

Z: Well, it looks like a bunch of web stuff.

H: It's for real.

Z: We're near the end, right? Where we can do more 
acting.

H: So what's that hairbrush about?

Z: It's my handgun.

H: What for?

Z: To intimidate you.

H: Like I'm scared?

Z: Let's just read and see about not being able to 
thread a moving needle.

H: Zak, the fact is that erotic literature really 
overplays the rape orgasm bit. Listen to this.

Quotation:

"Don Smith did a content analysis of 428 "adults only" 
paperbacks published between 1968 and 1974. ... Over 
97% of the rapes portrayed in these books resulted in 
orgasm for the victims. In three-quarters of these 
rapes, multiple orgasms." 
[http://www.dianarussell.com/porncontent.html]

Z: And you don't believe it?

H: Of course not. They're fiction. Here's what 
Thornhill and Palmer, Darwinian psychologists, say.

Quotation:

"Human rape victims rarely show much sexual arousal and 
almost never achieve orgasm. It is conceivable that 
some aspects of women's capacity for orgasm evolved in 
the context of reducing the fertilizing capacity of 
rapists' ejaculates. That is, the absence of orgasm 
during rape may be an evolved response to rape." 
[http://www.bridgew.edu/depts/artscnce/jiws/June01/Susa
n.pdf]

Z: That's why I brought you out here in the woods.

H: Why?

Z: In Science for Life, Ms. Barton said that Darwin's 
theory gets carried too far.

H: So what do you want?

Z: To see how it works for a teacher like you. Read 
some of this discussion. They're nonfiction.

Quotation:

"I learned what an orgasm was during a brutal rape that 
left me bleeding to death. And this attacker came back 
for more. Not one woman on the face of this earth would 
choose to be brutalized just to have an orgasm. ... My 
wife was raped when she was only 14-years-old, and she 
too had an orgasm unwillingly. ... Now, years later, 
she even masturbates while thinking back on the 
experience. ... The most intense orgasm I've ever 
experienced in my life is while being raped and beaten 
by three boys when I was 19. ... After they were done 
the guy behind me masturbated me to orgasm. He said, 
'See it wasn't rape since we all had a good time.' I 
felt really guilty about having an orgasm." 
[http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rapevictims/message]

H: Well that's just stuff from discussion group the 
web.

Z: So let's find out ourselves.

H: Let go!

Z: Keep reading. I'm aiming this gun at your heart. 
This web stuff is about you.

Quotation:

"I was raped but during the ordeal I had an orgasm. It 
was horrible because it made him even more excited. ... 
You are not the first person I have heard about who 
experienced an orgasm while being raped. ... Orgasm is 
at its most basic level just a physical response to 
stimulation -- you could almost equate it with feeling 
an itchy sensation after being stimulated by a mosquito 
bite. ... When you're raped, you're terrified and 
nervous and scared--and release chemicals (such as 
adrenaline) that have the effect of enhancing your 
senses and quickening your response. Thus, an orgasm 
can be an involuntary response to these." 
[http://forums.christianity.com/html/P570476]

H: Zak, you can't do this.

Z: Sorry about poking your heart with a gun.

H: So stop it.

Z: I'll just use my hand.

H: I said don't touch me.

Z: Lay back.

H: No! And quit it.

Z: You're my third girl, but I've never raped one 
before. Is this your first rape too? Read what it says 
about physical stimulation. You'll find out you agree 
pretty soon.

Quotation:

"At the end of our relationship he violently raped me 
in my living room. ... He knew 'the right moves,' so I 
had an orgasm. ... Many women who have been raped 
report that, they, too, experienced an orgasm against 
their will. Your body experienced a physiological 
reaction in response to the physical stimulation it 
received. ... Hopefully from this example of non-
consensual tickling you can begin to better understand 
and accept the distressing orgasm you experienced 
during your assault. ... There is no reason to consider 
that your body 'betrayed' you that evening ... for 
having had an orgasm." 
[http://www.ivillage.com/relationships/experts/sexpro/q
as/0,,189263_249958-1,00.html]

H: Listen, you have to stop!

Z: Oh, such betrayal. Right, Ms Rennick?

H: It's not the same as getting tickled.

Z: Just let me undo these buttons, Ms. Rennick. So 
where are we?

H: What do you mean?

Z: We're in the woods.

H: Stop doing that!

Z: So where are we?

H: In the woods, I guess.

Z: Say it again.

H: In the woods.

Z: So read the next site while I undo them. Se how your 
nipples are already showing?

Quotation:

"Forced genital stimulation - masturbation- and orgasm 
are the two great unspoken secrets of rape. ... One 
trial of a serial rapist in SA ignored the gravest 
offence he committed: he not only raped and badly beat 
up the women he attacked, but masturbated them, not all 
achieved orgasm. ... A woman who was gang raped 
withdrew from her husband because she believed an 
orgasm during rape had betrayed him. ... During rape, 
women are in such a state of terror that they have 
little or no control over bodily functions, some may 
laugh hysterically, others weep, some urinate or even 
defecate ... while increased adrenalin in their body 
causes some to orgasm." 
[http://www.speakout.org.za/legal/laws/laws_newsa.html]

Z: Want to get masturbated? Teachers do it too, right?

H: No.

Z: Ms. Barton told us in Science that a million monkeys 
with a million typewriters working a million years 
would write "Casey at the Bat".

H: So?

Z: But this is just me, one guy, no gang.

H: Damn it! Give me that. It's mine.

Z: Not any more, this blouse isn't.

H: Well don't wrinkle it. I should just crap on you 
like it says.

Z: I'll bet you'll come instead.

H: Don't take off your pants. It doesn't say to.

[Zipper and fabric]

Z: Like it?

H: No.

Z: Well you will.

H: Quit doing that! It's...

Z: Keep wiggling and read some more. You'll appreciate 
the "rubbing" part.

Quotation:

"An orgasm is an involuntary reflex; it is a reaction 
of your body over which you have no control. Male or 
female, if anyone rubs you in the right way in the 
right place, you will have an orgasm whether you want 
to or not. ... So your abuser rubbed you in a way that 
elicited an orgasm. ... Your body was functioning in 
one of the ways it was designed to respond." 
[http://enchantedwings.freeservers.com/orgasm.html]

H: Don't touch me!

Z: You got like four hooks!

H: Let me up!

Z: Nice tits!

H: I'll yell!

Z: We're in the woods where nobody can hear you. Ms. 
Barton and my sister left us alone.

H: Oh.

Z: Say it.

H: Nobody can hear me.

Z: So I won't yell.

H: So I won't yell.

Z: And here's something religious, even. Read.

Quotation:

"There is no need to be ashamed if you have an orgasm 
during the rape. If someone hits you it hurts because 
that is the way God made your body to work. Sex is the 
same way. It is just the way God made your body to 
work." [http://www.silverpalaceent.com/id34.htm]

H: You can't make me.

Z: Start thinking of your climax.

H: Please!

Z: You'll have a good one.

H: What do you mean?

Z: The more you struggle, the better you'll come.

H: No!

Z: Who's in charge?

H: I guess you are.

Z: Spread 'em while you read another.

Quotation:

"A woman who has been raped may have an orgasm during 
the rape. ... Her rape-induced orgasm is related to 
fear." 
[http://www.redeemedlives.org/Resources/Nws_atcl/2002/a
utumn02anxiety-1.htm]

Z: You don't need to be afraid. We're just testing what 
people say, right? What's the next one say about you?

Quotation:

"Some women have had orgasms in the course of rape. ... 
It appears that the body and mind are not always 
connected. ... For women who have experienced ongoing 
sexual violence, arousal may be, in Finkelhor and 
Yllo's words, 'a practical adjustment to a painful 
situation'." 
[http://pages.ivillage.com/boadicea66/aphroditewounded/
id11.html]

Z: You making any practical adjustments yet?

H: You jerk.

Z: Does this tell you anything?

H: It just happens.

Z: What happens?

H: You get wet.

Z: So say how you're getting.

H: I'm getting wet.

Z: Does it tell you something?

H: You've gotta stop.

Z: You're getting aroused, right?

H: No, I'm not!

Z: Say it.

H: Just a little bit, maybe.

Z: You ready for it? Read the next one, teacher, while 
I work it in.

Quotation:

"The sexual response of orgasm has been known to occur 
in extreme circumstances that threaten life. With fear 
and enough physical pressure, orgasm can automatically 
happen." [http://www.sextx.com/rape.html]

Z: So feel the pressure? I have a gun, even, so you're 
afraid.

H: Please don't.

Z: Wow! Like you are ready! Want it?

Quotation:

"It is still rape if you experienced sexual arousal 
during the act. It does not mean you 'wanted' it." 
[http://www.grrlsurvivors.org/body/violence/rape.htm]

H: Well I don't want it, so stop.

Z: OK, this isn't about wanting it. It's about liking 
it. Your hips aren't lying, just your mouth.

H: Don't do it any more.

Z: Thata girl.

H: Please don't.

Z: Like it yet? Out and in. Out and in. Out and in.

H: No!

[Rhythmic exertions]

Z: Listen to it: Out and in. Out and in. In's your 
favorite; I can tell.

H: It's not right!

Z: Tell us what you're thinking. Tell us.

H: I'm not thinking.

Z: Tell us what you're thinking. Tell us.

H: Out and in. Out and in. What else can I think?

Z: Read about the stranger while you keep thinking.

[Continuing rhythmic exertions]

Quotation:

"In the case of a stranger who breaks into a woman's 
home, attacks her and begins to touch or press her 
genitals, in many situations her body will 
automatically respond. ... In times of fear and threat 
of bodily harm, the sympathetic nervous system becomes 
activated and mobilizes the 'fight, flight or freeze' 
responses. ... Neurochemicals ... stimulate ... blood 
to the large muscle groups and the pelvis. The increase 
in blood flow to the lower part of the body may further 
... result in more lubrication." 
[http://www.nowldef.org/html/njep/PDFdocs/selfstudyguid
e.pdf]

Z: Those chemicals are pretty slippery, aren't they, 
Ms. Rennick?

H: I can't help it.

Z: That's the whole point. You get slippery and move up 
and down.

H: Oh!

Z: Come on, Ms. Rennick, it's just your body reacting.

[Breathing]

H: It's not....

Z: That's better.

H: It's not how I thought it would be.

Z: It's OK.

H: You're too strong.

Z: Hold me tighter.

H: I think, maybe... Ah.

Z: It's all about you. You!

H: Keep, you know... Aah. Aaaah.

Z: I'll keep going as long as I can. It's up to you 
now.

H: Aah. Aah. Aaaaah!

Z: Good girl. I'm coming too. Yes! Yes!

[Noisy interlude]

H: Oh!

Z: Just hang onto me till your heart slows down.

H: Oh!

Z: You did really good for not wanting to. What's the 
last one?

Quotation:

"Women who may have just survived a life threatening 
crime are asked, incredibly, questions such as: Did you 
enjoy it? Did you have an orgasm? Why didn't anyone 
hear you scream? How big was his penis?" 
[http://www.secasa.com.au/survivors/rape_article_nw.htm
l]

H: Cindi will want to know all that stuff.

Z: That first thing you read, about the adult books?

H: Yeah.

Z: About multiple orgasms?

H: I forget the percentage.

Z: We'll just be our own data point. Wanna try?

H: Sure.

Z: But you gotta say no to make it a rape.

H: OK, No.

Z: And you're supposed to resist.

H: Like this?

Z: You can't kiss the guy.

H: My body made me.

Scene 3.

Setting and RT setup: As in Act 1, Scene 3.

C: Pass the Sweet'N Low, will you? This coffee needs 
something.

H: Maybe that started as a bean.

C: It's at least organic.

H: Till you added that white chemical.

C: In chemistry it's an organic chemical because of the 
carbon.

H: Remember, Cindi, what you told me a couple of months 
ago about Zak?

C: Like I'd forget? All the endings we made up?

H: Yeah. Too bad they sort of crashed in performance.

C: We could have them abducted in a UFO and made to 
procreate Planet Zenafu.

H: Lots of Broadway stuff closes after the first night.

C: Did you ever see "Dr. Who" on TV?

H: Porn?

C: British.

H: I wouldn't think you'd understand a foreign accent.

C: Listen. Shakespeare.

 "I'm Henry the Eighth, I am.

 Henry the Eighth, I am, I am"

H: Herman's Hermits, actually. Cockney's more, "ah-
eyeth."

C: Yep. Dr. Who gave me the idea about Zak and his 
sister and a UFO.

H: I follow exactly.

C: You do?

H: I know you too well to even try, Cindi.

C: Really? So dhaling, lay back and let me... you know?

H: Give me a break.

C: So, Holly, tell me this. What really happened when 
you and Zak read the scene in the woods?

H: You know, a bunch of web addresses and stuff.

C: You just read the scene?

H: Like I wrote earlier, maybe he undoes a few buttons 
or something.

C: Your panties?

H: What?

C: They were in his pocket afterwards..

H: Oh.

C: Saying "No" to sex can mean different things in 
drama, but saying it to a kid has to really mean it.

H: I guess.

S: I know.

H: So whatdya think about RT?

S: It sucks.

H: Well it needs proofing, but is it that bad?

S: His sister gets to come on her bed and you and Zak 
get to come in the woods. Anybody missing?

H: The teacher teaching him bit.

S: But that's not in this one.

H: Whatever. Is she still doing education?

C: She was until his sister made him stop coming over 
on Saturdays.

H: Oh.

C: No big deal. There's more out there.

H: That's what I was wondering, what she sister said 
towards the end.

C: You?

H: Maybe. There's this Josh.

C: Which Josh.

H: Harrison.

C: Yeah?

H: He's kinda cute.

C: And?

H: He likes to look down my dress.

C: Most of 'em do, especially with ones like yours.

H: No, I mean he even gets hard before he looks. He's 
gotta know I'm letting him.

C: So?

H: I think he likes me to see how he gets.

C: So?

H: He probably wouldn't do anything.

C: Unless you help him.

H: You know my history.

C: Well, it's not your fault. They were jerks, not 
boys.

H: Do you think a kid would with me?

C: They look down your dress, don't they?

H: How do you stop that?

C: Top button.

H: It's not weird or anything, I mean with a kid?

C: Like we don't do it 'cause we're teachers and they 
don't because they're students?

H: So I'm thinking about it, maybe.

C: Another button lower, then.

H: I mean I, you know, sorta like him.

C: Help him with his homework or something. Let him 
think he's pulling something off.

H: So whata I do?

C: Maybe get him over to your place somehow. Start him 
off just brushing out your hair.

H: I think we've brought this script to an ending. 
"Ah... Aah... Aaah," has limits as RT. Maybe to keep 
the story going, it would be better as a movie.

C: "Art-house Cine," you types call it, where they sell 
espresso in the lobby.

H: Ever held a camera?

C: Sorta.

H: It would change the atmosphere, for sure, having a 
camera going.

C: Since I'm a teacher too, we'll tell him it's related 
to Health Ed. I can act very technical, maybe pretend 
I'm adjusting the focal length while you strip him.

H: He'll catch on.

C: Sure, but he'll want to be in a movie.

H: The thing is, I wouldn't want this film to...

C: They digitally diddle with the thing so you don't 
look like you.

H: Well I don't know how else to continue the plot, 
other than regular prose.

C: What plot? A Broadway musical, I'd say.

H: A friend of such vision! I could sing "On my Own" 
from "Les Mis‚rables". It's so sad about Eponine. "And 
now I'm all alone again. Nowhere to go, no one to turn 
to."

C: Never heard of it. Remember the oldest girl in 
"Sound of Music"? "I am sixteen going seventeen. I know 
that I'm naive."

H: Move over Rodgers and Hammerstein!

C: Did they write "Annie" or was that Elton John? 
"Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya, Tomorrow! You're always 
a day away."

H: Good grief.

C: Let's see of those kids want to go to Starbuck's 
with us.

H: Zak's maybe a little worn out with all he's put into 
his scenes.

C: Kids are amazing. Hey, you two out there!

Curtain Call. Z and S emerge from offstage looking 
sheepish. Z is adjusting his belt and S's blouse is in 
her hand. She's brushing her hair.

THE END

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Holly on the Web

Wherever you found this story on the web, thank you to 
the server. My problem is that I've no systematic way 
to update the various servers. As literary errors (or 
just poor word usages) are made know to me, I'll repair 
that which is salvageable on 
/~Holly_Rennick/. My website's not 
much graphically, I admit, but HTML isn't my native 
language.

You can contact me via the site's message form, that 
HTML code by the smart people at ASSTR.

I won't be changing the story significantly, so if you 
didn't like it before, that much will remain the same. 
But if you did like it, an update may read a bit more 
cleanly.

Holly

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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