Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 This is the counterpoint to the first chapter.  So, if you're interested in
the characters themselves, and how they got here, review that.  This is the
(Plant)acy stage, of Victim Rehearsal.  Where it ceases to be sexual
harassment, and becomes mutually abusive between sisters.  Twin sisters,
separated as infants.  In case you're wondering, which one's the abuser,
they both are.

   Which begs the central question I wrote this about: "Nature, or
Nurture?" The answer is yes, or no.  I leave you to draw your own
conclusions, but I will say that I don't believe in a genetic cause of
Sadistic Sociopathy.  That's what this is, 2 Psychopaths finally pulling
back the curtain, and admitting what they want.  To hurt eachother,
sexually, and co-excalate out of revenge.  Anger-Retaliatory (misogynistic)
which is more powerful than any normal consensual sexuality.

   However, there is a theory of Congenital sexualization, which is
different from Genetic causes.  While there may not be a "Gay gene," what
there is is a link between the complex hormone sequencing, and the
development of the primordial mind, in utero.  In this case, Minds, because
they shared the womb, and with it the mixture of hormones they were exposed
to, in the same order.  This is what appears to cause disorders like Gender
Identity (Transgender) and even Intersex, if the hormone imbalance is acute
enough to also affect the physical development of the fetus.

   However, another thing which shapes the psyche are environmental factors
in childhood.  Such as your parents, or in the case of divorce, often
Parent.  Singular, that's why they're separated as newborns.  There's
multiple paths that diverge after the Congenital sequencing, however they
can re-converge, and come back to the same conclusion.  So, one can be
raised by a paranoiac with persecution complex (Just because you're
paranoid doesn't mean he's not out to get you) while the other stays at
home with a Power Assertive Malignant Narcissist.  (PAMN) Incidentally, the
same abuser who caused the mother's Paranoid Persecution Complex.

   What this seems to affect is not the Kind of pathology (Sexual Sadism)
but how they may act it out.  For instance, one may starve herself to
compete, and use gymnastics as an escape from her destroyed self image,
while the other might turn to food addiction, to make herself less
attractive, and avoid the Male Gaze.  This picks right up where the girls
come back together, and start fucking with eachother's minds.  So really,
they're responsible.  That's not victim blaming, they're taking Control of
eachother's sexualities, or trying to.  Through abuse.  It's always the
abuser's fault, but in this case, they're both abusers.  And victims, so
you can go ahead, and blame their abuses for the co-escalation.  Because
that's how I rote it.

   ;

   "Mommy" {St: Tool - Pushit (Aenima) f NS In Fant}

   "Shshsh!" She stopped crying, so I stopped bouncing her on my shoulder,
lay her down, and checked her diaper.  I felt it, full of course, and held
my nose to the stink of thick pastey shit smeared all over her bottom.

   "Ghl!" Gagged a little anyway, and closed my eyes to the dark stain,
almost black, leaching through the wipe, and once again wondered why they
didn't make them waterproof.  Surely, the chemists or whatever can invent a
material you can impregnate with fluids.  "Ngh, khuh!"

   Never mind.  Look, she's clean enough, and sighs.

   "Oh," shit.  "Nh!" Pull a Kleener (r) one quick, to cover the trickle,
starting to squirt out in a tiny spray of droplets before she gets it all
over me, and wait for her to stop.

   "Huh!" Well, piss, actually.  Glad I didn't say it out loud, but she
doesn't know what she's doing.  It's involuntary, natural, and just happens
to be completely disgusting.  But, I finally got her cleaned up, dried her,
and puffed on some powder so she wouldn't chafe, or get diaper rash.

   Who knew?  All right, I didn't really think it would be all fun, and
games, but really worried most about getting enough sleep, waking up in the
middle of the night, to feed her, but now that the worst part was over. 
For now, I felt full too so she must be hungry.  I turned off the light, on
the way out, and noticed the light shining around the curtains.

   So, it's daytime.  Months before I can go back to work, and maternity
leave was already so long, I actually started to miss my job.  My
co-workers, even my boss, and the store itself.  I just want a normal day,
ringing up the customers, and maybe them stopping to chat, but it seems
like I haven't seen anyone except for her, and my husband for years.

   I don't regret it, I love her so much.  Still the happiest day of my
life is when they brought her back to me, in the hospital, and I brought
her home.

   "Nh!" Still a little tender, I rubbed the bandage over the scar, and
plucked out my pantyline, to pull it back up.  "Huh!" Cradled in my arm,
now patting, and rooting hungrily at my shirt.

   "Hang on, let me get it out.  Huhhh!"

   I'm just so tired, but finally she's latched on.  Hopefully she'll fall
asleep, she usually does, so I can get another nap.  "Hhhhhuh!"

   Yeah, how many is that today?

   ;

   Mira

   "Hm?" What a dream!  It felt so real, I can almost still feel.

   Her hair.  Covering my chest.  "Uh, Vera!"

   "Smwp?" She giggled, "What?"

   I could smell her too.

   'what do you think you're doing?'

   'Hihihn, you know.  Be quiet, you don't want to wake up mom, and dad.'

   "Ugh!" I pulled my night shirt down and got up.

   "Hhuh, huhhhH!" She squirmed, in the dim light of our alarm clock.
[3:51] switched [3:52]

   "Fucking lesbo!"

   I didn't care, slammed the bathroom door anyway, and turned on the
shower.

   "HhHhH!" to think, I used to fantasize.  That.

   {Tool - Prison Sex (Undertow) ;}

   "Save some hot water," she came in.  Naked.  "Hihihihn!"

   Creepy little giggle.

   "You're sick."

   "I can't help it, you look so precious when you're sleeping."

   "Shut up!" I covered her mouth.  "You get off on that?"

   "Mhm!" She shook her head.

   "I'll show you." I felt down, between her puny little bumps.  "This what
you want, dyke?"

   "Mhm!" She closed her eyes.  Relaxed, gave into it.

   I'm not.  Gay.  It took so long, remember, just what happened.

   "What are you in for?"

   Child molester.

   "HM!" Stubble, on the little puff.  Like a 5 o clock shadow, for girls.

   "NM!" Of course, she shaved.  Just because she doesn't have to wear the
leotard any more.

   "You like it?"

   "Nh, hm!"

   "Yeah," she knows I hate it.

   "MRH!"

   When she doesn't shave.

   "MRHMHMHMHMHM!"

   "I'll show you." Raping her.  "Little lesbo." spanking her.  "Pussy."

   FPpPpPpP!

   "GHN!" She shivveded, and I pulled out, of her spasming.  "Bad," NH! 
"Bad!" NH!  "Pussy.  Yeah." She nodded, face dry, just her hair a little
damp, from the spray on the walls.

   "Hhhhhhn!" She went lip, and I let her down.  Slip down the tiles, in
the corner of the shower.  "Yeah, ohhhh!"

   Squirming.

   "Hhhhhuh, yeah."

   "Well," I grabbed her hair, "Let's see what you can do with a real
cunt."

   I put my knee up.  My foot on her shoulder, to rub her face in it.

   "You got fingers, use them."

   She wants to touch me, in my sleep?  All right, as long as I can make
her.

   "Huh!  Yeah, nh!  Fuck me.  Fuck that wet twat good and hard."

   "Mh, hm!" She just nodded, as good as she could, between the hard smacks
of my pubes into her filthy fucking mouth.  "Huh!  Yeah."

   Getting closer.

   ;

   {Nitzer Ebb (Body of Work) I warned you, didn't I?  You're not going to
get another.}

   ;

   Vera (F/f Symp.  Not Empathy, Sympathy)

   "Huh!" I washed my face.  "Wbubububh!" She put on a towel, I watched
her, through the door.  Covering up her body, Like I hadn't seen it.  "That
was great."

   "You mean fucked up."

   "Hihn!" I quivered a little.  "Yeah, I do." Inside.

   Just have to push her buttons.  "Well," on the way out, "I hope you're
satisfied."

   "Yeah." For now.  She shut the door.  Didn't slam it this time, but you
know.  What I said about mom and dad hearing us?

   "Yeah." Wash my hair.

   Serves them right.

   Especially, dad.  After he tried to talk about it.  He looked so
uncomfortable.  Unsure, if it even really was what he thought it was.

   Incest.

   So unlike him, usually he's so sure of himself, confident and in
control. It was so hot.  I never saw him so sexy before.

   Hanging his head, studdering, hesitant to even imply.

   Fucker.

   Serves him right.  "I didn't mean it, like that." Yeahyadid.  Well,
let's see how he likes it.  Listening to sex, next door, having to admit
that he doesn't understand it, what's going on, and he can't stop us. 
What's he gonna do, split us up?  Should thought about that before he sent
the cops after my mother.

   Our mother, but she still has no idea.  She can't know what that's like,
any more than she really feels jail.  Never been, whereas I'm here now, and
I didn't grow up with it.  His constant comments, subtle implied sexual
innuendos, backhanded compliments, and even racism.

   "I'm not a racists, my girlfriend is black."

   Oh yeah, and her.  She won't defy him, either.  She knows better.  His
sponor, in NA.  "Can you get me a beer honey." Pat her ass.

   Yeah, my nigger.  His pet, personal sex slave.  Daddy's little whore.

   "Huh!" rinse off, and get out.  Check my lip, I tasted blood, but nope.
Not mine.  I didn't bite her.  She doesn't like that.

   Pain, the way I do.

   Stopped trying to understand it, but sure enough she threw out the
wrapper, and the applicator.  That time of the month, I don't mind.

   I like the blood, too.

   Means I'm next, now that I'm getting them regular.

   "Nh, huh!" She sat on the bed.  The corner of our bed.  Lifting the
weight, "Nh," and letting it down.  Finally stopped trying to lose weight,
started gaining it, naked save for a pair of panties.  I wrung my hair
tighter in the towel, and pulled it off.  Dropped it damp at her feet.

   Her tits shrunk.  "Don't work it all off." I patted it, but it was time
to get ready for school.  First day, of high school.  "I was thinking."

   "Oh," she switched arms, "Yeah?"

   Flabby arms, but that's the idea.  She still looks fat, even bent over
her elbow, on her knee.  "Nh, huh?  Whatabout."

   "We need a victim." I grabbed a top.  "A real one, you're starting to
like it too much."

   She shrugged, "Boy're girl?"

   I slipped it over my arms, shrugged, and adjusted the spaghetti straps.
Thought, "Idaknow." Titled my head.  "Hand't really thought that far.

   Underwear, from the dresser.  "Well, nh, huh!  Let's see what we got at
school."

   "Yeah."

   ;

   Mira

   [She's right, you know.  Not the first time, like the part about me
gaining weight, instead of losing it?  Just because we're twins doesn't
mean we have to copy eachother.  I can do cartwheels, a lot better now, but
we already have a cute little gymnast in the family.  "We don't need
another."

   So, I decided to put on weight.  I don't care about being attractive,
that's middleschool kiddy shit.  "How do you expect boys to notice you?"

   I don't.

   Fuck him, or don't, I literally don't give a fuck, so who cares if fat
is sexy.  Muscle is sexy, why just pick one?  That's bait, if I want to
play the rabbit, and run off for one to catch me.  Land me, nail me, no. 
I'm good, I'd rather nail one of them.

   So, I'm bisexual, but I'd really rather nail a guy, and once again,
she's right.  She's too willing, she likes it too much.  Yeah, I can hurt
her, but she likes that too.  Much, so we need a victim.  Between the two
of us we can handle a man, right?

   "What big arms you have!"

   All the better to rape you with, but I'm saving some fat.  A good layer
of fat to cover up the muscle, and tits.  I like my tits, so I'm gonna keep
them.  Somebody's got to, she surely don't got enough for both of us.

   Yeah, I don't need her to reflect me, any more than I need to be her
Mirror.

   It ain't about that, now it's about both of us getting what we want. 
She wants a little girl to molest, and I want to rape.  I don't really care
who, but I want to get caught.

   Not yet, I'm enjoying what little freedom I have, now that I can
appreciate it, and I can take driver's ed next semester.  So can she, then
get our learner's permits.  Our worker's permits, but I don't want to be a
slave to a job any more than I want to to a man.

   No, fuck that, I have another career in mind:

   "What're you in for?"

   "Rape."

   Literally.]

   ;

   Vera

   "Showoff."

   "Hihn!" I pushed up, dragging my heels in from the split, and leaning
over.  Standing up, and bringing my feet together, straight up, in a
handstand.  "This is just stretching." I shook my head, and shrugged. 
Rolled back, and popped up to my feet.  "You might want to try it."

   "I can't do that!"

   I know.  "But you can learn.  You just need the right teacher."

   "Who's this?"

   "Oh, hey Mira."

   "I'ma Manda."

   "Nice to meet you." Just glanced up, didn't really look at her, then
turned back to me.  Smiling up at her.  Good, it's working.  Even in
spandex, and some sawed off sweat pants, she just looks like the fat girl.
Look at me, that's right.  Ignore her, standing behind you, until her hand
covers your mouth, so you can't scream.  "Hm!" Blink, and smile.

   "TWEET!  Olright, girls, lineaup!"

   Coach.  Mister coach, which means the girls locker room, we have to
ourselves.  The showers, just like in jail.  I imagine, not my fantasy, but
she'll get what she wants, too.

   Kinda cute, that Amanda.  "Hihihn!"

   "Quiet girls.  Now.  Alcott, Mitchel?"

   "Here, sir."

   Mark it on his clip board.  Nodding, "Amara, Nih, ho."

   "Nihontsu.  Here.  Sir?"

   Whistle shaking right next to the plastic stopwatch, over his tight Tank
top, barely restrained muscles, is that a nipple?  Poking out the corner, I
can't tell from here.

   I'm a lesbian, I don't like men.  Hate them, really.

   "Anderson, Mira?"

   "Yup."

   "That mean you're here?"

   "Duh?  Yeah, I'm here.  See?"

   "Huh," marked her present.

   "Anderson, Vera."

   "Vira.  Yah."

   "Oall right, Vera." He smiled.  Didn't wink, but you know.  I'm cute,
she's not so he treats her different.

   Yeah, till we get him in the shower.  "Yeah.  I'm here."

   "Brandon, Chelsea?"

   "Here, sir."

   "Good."

   He likes that, being called sir.  Good luck with that, passive
aggressive asshole.  He doesn't mean it that way, no.  Of course not, just
smiles, and says "Good" to the cute, skinny little girls, and negative
reinforcement for the strong ones.  That don't, call him sir.

   Yeah, not gonna happen.

   Wonder if he checks, the locker room after class, or he gets a woman to
do it.  Get him a sammech after that?

   Nice butt, though.  What?  I can't look, because I'm a lesbian?  Well,
let me tell you something, we do.  It's what I want to do with it that's
different.  Instead of grab it, and pull him in while he fucks me
breathless on the bleacher, I want to bend him over the bench, with his
hands taped up and his jockstrap in his mouth while I spank him.

   "Yeah," teach him a lesson.

   'you think he's hot?'

   "Quiet girls!"

   "No," I grinned, "But he's perfect."

   Out loud, he's not going to silence me.

   He smiled, looked down.

   "Johnson, Peter?"

   "Here sir."

   'yeah,' she giggled, 'he is.'

   "I'm not going to tell you again, you want to go to the office?"

   "Nah'm good."

   "Then zip it, till I'm done with roll."

   "Huh, fine."

   "Now," he looked down, where was I?" Found his place, "Oh yeah, Johnson,
Peter?" Shook his head.

   "Hihihn!"

   "Imean, Amanda.  Johnson."

   "Here, sir."

   "Good." He checked her out.

   ;

   Mira (Victim Rehearsal)

   "Haey, Mira?"

   I stopped.  "Yeah?"

   "Can I talk to you?"

   "I'll catch up," pat her ass.  "What 'sup?"

   "Wael, it's about the dress code." he looked around, away, "We can't
have you prancing around, in spandex, likeat."

   "What?" I hooked my thumbs in my shorts, and pulled them up.

   "So, if you don't mind, wearin' a shirt over that there sports bra."

   "Sure thing, coach." I slammed the door in his face.  "Huh, huh, huh!"
My hands shook, so by the time I peeled off my sports bra, all the girls
were already finished changing, or in the shoes.  "You lookin' at, Miho?"

   "Ni'Hon'tsu." She enunciated.

   "I heard you the first time."

   "Uh!" She left.  Good.  I'm not racist, I'm pissed.  And a sadist, did I
forget to mention that?  So, I don't care what color you are, the only
difference is what it takes to hurt her feelings, and she's obviously proud
of her name.  That's it, if she was black, I know what to say to that, she
better get used to people getting her name wrong, and boys stalking her,
because Japan.  I guess.

   Shrug, doesn't really matter to them.  The Otaku, she looks Japanese, so
even if she's Vietnamese, or Korean, they're gonna picture her in a Kogal
uniform.  Not my fantasy, but I seen enough of it.

   "There she is," coming out.  She sees me, topless, and turns right back
around.  Tries not to grin, but I see it.  Then the towel slip, her buttock
sicks out before it lets go, and she drops it on her way back to the
shower.

   Her wet hair, wrung out and twisting over her shoulder.  Turning back,
holding open the plastic curtain before stepping back in

   Pushing my buttons, I strip off my shorts, and undershorts.  More lycra,
letting my buttocks fall together.  It lifts and separates!

   I look around, real quick, but they're not looking at me.

   That one, Amanda just turns back, and heads in to the lockers.

   She's already started.

   "Huh!" looks back, trying to cover herself.  "NMH!"

   Into my hand.  "Don't scream." Pushed her back in the corner, as soon as
the curtain slides shut.

   'Amanda, right?'

   'Hhn, ywm.' She relaxes, nods.  'yeahhhh,' suck in her earlobe, for a
little nipple.

   Cute little Amanda.  Fresh off the bus, looking around the yard. 
Scared, alone, holding the orange jumpsuit.

   'so, Amanda.  What're you in for?'

   Her wet buttocks, rubbery against my thighs.  Feel around, across her
chest.  Catching a little bulge of rubbery girlflesh, and squeezing it.

   "NRHM!" Hard.  "SNH!" A fresh drop, squeezing out of her eye, to lick
salty off her cheek.

   'relax.  Don't fight me.  Don't make me hurt you." Feeling down the
ripples of her ribs, stretching, and flexing in her abs, "If you cooperate,
you'll start to like it."

   "HhHhH!" Shivering, in the hard loud spray of hot water.

   KSHSHSHSHSH!

   "You'll like it."

   "NM!" Gripping her fresh shaved cunt.

   "I promise, you'll learn to love it."

   "NMHMHMHMHM!" Shaking, but helplessly, powerless to stop the invasive
fingers.  Hooking into her, she's so light, I can pick her up by the cunt.

   "Huh!" Put my elbow up, hold the hot pipe of the shower head, and
scootch my hips to hold her buttocks, tight against me.

   "Yeah," kiss her neck, "You'll learn to love it."

   "Huhuhuhuh!"

   Hold her threat, not too tight, but stretch her neck out by the jaw so I
can hear each shallow shuddering breath.  Every gasp, every moan.

   "HOAHHH!  HMHN!"

   "See?" She nods.

   "Mhm?"

   "You're already wet."

   ;

   Vera

   "Huh!" The tiles bit into my knee, "Huh, huh!"

   "Ngh!" She shuttered, and spasmed.  Inside, squeezing my fingers
together until she clamped my leg hard enough to slip them out.

   "HhHAAAAAH!"

   "HhH!" I nodded, and twisted my wrist.  Rested my head on her shoulder,
and flexed my fingers.  It ached, it's getting harder and harder to get her
off, even with the prison rape scene to get her turned on.  The prison
fantasy, all those girls, to take advantage of.

   "Hihn" I got up, rubbing the gritty mucus, and bloody mess around on my
thumb.  "Smip!  Hhn!" And my tongue, satisfied, I gulped, and washed it off
before I got out.  "HuhHh!" Staggared for the locker room, left her to
recover, and get cleaned up.

   Empty, all the girls gone, the lockers shut, I sat down on the bench
between them, and shook my head in my hand.  Trying to remember, the
combination.  Finally I got up, and unlocked it.

   "Oh!" I held up my top.  "Sorry." He let the door close, looking away,
but held it cracked.  "Yer gonna haveta get cleared out, so I can check it
for the next class."

   "Huh!" Uncross my legs.  "Asshole."

   Whatever you tell yourself, fucker.

   "So," she rubbed my shoulders, "Amanda?"

   "Yeah," I shrugged.  "She's cute, huh?"

   "Yeah."

   "Coach said we have to clear out.  So get dressed, before he gets back."

   "I wanna do him."

   "You to?"

   "Lesbo."

   "Ooh!" I jumped, "Hihihn!  Yeahbut." Rubbed it, "That's the point.  You
mean rape him, not fuck him, right?"

   "Yeah, that'd be so hot."

   "Yeah." Late, but what the fuck?  We can skip as much lunch as we want,
but I grab a bite, anyway.

   "Hey, Vera!" At least she said it right, waved me over.

   "Heya, 'manda." I sat with her.

   "So, you're a gymnast, right?"

   "I was," nodded, poking at the spaghetti.  Too short to roll up with the
fork, so I tried to scoop it up.  "Thinking about maybe get into training."
Tried it, made a face.  "Ngh, uh!"

   "Too sweet, right?"

   "Yeah," I fumbled open the milk.  "What're they trying to give us
Diabetes?"

   "Hihihn!  yeah."

   "You mind if I sit with you two?"

   "Uh," scoot over, "Sure.  How do you say your name again?"

   "Niho." She smiled, squinted, "Niho's fine."

   "Okay, Niho." She looked up, and her eyes went wide.  "What's she doing
here?" I looked back.

   "I belong here." She set down her milk.  On my tray, she doesn't like
it. "Shift it."

   "She's my sister." I nodded.

   "Stepsisters.  Yeah, sorry about that back in the locker room. 
Nihontsu." She looked surprised.

   "Uh!  Huh?" Really big eyes, actually.

   "That Japanese?" Turned back to me.

   "Yeah, from Honsu?"

   "That what it means?"

   "No, that would be Honsumardu." I giggled.  "What?"

   "You roll your rs."

   "Well, they'dr not ards.  We have none, in Japanese."

   "So anyway, you want to teach me?"

   "Yeah, after school." I turned, "Can't really do much right here in the
lunch room."

   "So, Nihontsu.  That's different from Honsu?"

   "Hon'shu." she enunciated.  "Yes, it is."

   "Well, it's a fascinating language."

   "It is also a complex language, I really have not the time to teach you.
They have, Japanese here?"

   "You mean as an elective?"

   "So anyway, Amy." I put my first milk down, "You know how to do
Cartwheels?"

   "Mhm?" She swallowed.  "Yeah, and a backflip.  On the trampoline?"

   "They have a trampoline?"

   "I don't know, I just stated gym today, but I do.  At home?"

   I can just imagine her, bouncing up and down.  Grinning, I looked back
up.

   "Um," she frowned, "You're not.  Gay.  Are you?"

   "Why" I pulled back, "Are you?" Acted offended.

   "Oh no.  I just."

   "Look, I wasn't, checking you out.  Okay?  I just, there's certain
physical characteristics that make a good gymnast, so I have to take a look
at what I have to work with.  Doesn't mean I want to fuck you."

   "Hihihn!" So cute!

   Doesn't mean I don't, neither.

   "What about you?" Niho.

   "No." My sister leaned back, against the wall, put her elbow up.  "Why,
I look like a lesbian, to you?"

   "I wouldn't know."

   "Of course not." She grinned, winked.

   "So, where can we meet, after school!?" She squeeked.

   "Idaknow, the soccer field?" I guessed, "Yeah, over by the goalposts."
they had the net off, so there was a horizontal bar between them.  "Or the
endzone, or whatever."

   ;

   [Mira/Vera] (ff Note Text)

   [So, Niho?]

   [Ni'Honsu]

   [Not Hontsu, or Honshu?]

   [How she spells it.  I can't draw the characters, I think you need a
paintbrush or something.]

   [Well, thanks for tanking her for me.]

   [No prob.  I think she likes me!]

   [Yeah, I think she does too.]

   [LOL, yeah.  "Are you a lesbian?"]

   [Hahah, yeah.  You know that's right!]

   [Well, maybe bi curious.  ;) Thanks for that.]

   [What?]

   [Showing you don't have to be gay to love another girl.  I love you,
sis.]

   [Oh!  I <3 you too.]

   [So anyway, I think she's perfect, because you know what Japanese
culture is like?]

   [Do you?]

   [Well, I'm learning, but in regards to how they treat their women, and
how they're forced to accept it.]

   [So, she's a bottom.]

   [I think so, I snapped at her after coach looked at me, and she came
running right back.]

   [You too?]

   [Coach?  Oh yeah, forgot to mention.  Well, I didn't actually get a
chance, but yeah.]

   [Me too.]

   [When he told you to clear out?]

   [Well, yeah.  And all through class.]

   [I noticed that, but he didn't see you naked, did he?]

   [INS, but.  I don't really care if he did or not.  He made some excuse
about checking the locker room, but you know he totally wanted to check if
there was some naked girls in there, and he checked us all out.]

   [Not me.]

   [But you just said]

   [No.  Look, what I said was he Looked at me.  See?  Says it right there
at the top.  Can't miss it.]

   [So, it wasn't sexual.]

   [No, well?  You know, how it's sexual, and nonsexual too?  He's
disgusted, so it was one of those "How can you go out in a crop top?"
looks.]

   [Oh, yeah.]

   [Simple, 1: I open the door, and 2: IDGAF!]

   [Hahaha, yeah.]

   [So, what about you and Amanda?]

   [You mean you, me, and Amanda.  I told you, I want to do her.  You know
what I mean.]

   [Yeah.  I guess, if you want me to tag along, and hold her.  I suppose I
can do that for you.]

   [No.  I want you to rape her.]

   [Yeah?]

   [Yeah, so I can molest her, when she's crying.  Just like we practiced,
in the shower?]

   [Yeah, I can do that.]

   [So, why'd Nancy buy you that tape?]

   [She told you!?]

   [Yeah but she wouldn't say why.]

   [Cause I asked her to?]

   [Oh right, that's why she buys you lesbo porn.]

   [Well, she caught me looking at dad's.]

   [Okay, so that makes it all right for her to sexually harass you?]

   [She doesn't sexually harass me, she just didn't want me looking at,
that stuff.]

   [Why not?]

   [It's too rough.]

   [So?  It's just a burlesque act.  I saw it too, and it's no big deal. 
She told me all about it.]

   [No, not that stuff.  Dad's stuff.  It's way worse than that.]

   [How much worse?]

   [Well, you no.]

   [No I don't, he just showed me some of her dominatrix shows.]

   [Well, like that, only a Men, and a woman.]

   [So, gangbang.]

   [More like gang rape.]

   [Really?]

   [I don't know, it said they're all actors, and older then 18, but she
looked a lot younger.]

   [How young?]

   [Your age.]

   [You mean our age?]

   [Yeah, but you know how you look younger?  Yeah, well she looked a lot
younger.]

   [How young?]

   [I don't know, maybe a little younger then you.  Like, maybe 11, or 12?]

   [So like childporn?]

   [I don't know, I mean there's lots of young looking actresses, you know
Kitty Jung, and Anne Howe.]

   [Of course, you showed me.]

   [Yeah, well Anne Howe's really like 40, I think.  She just looks young,
so she plays young roles?]

   [Yeah, except for all the warts all over her body.]

   [Yeah, but at least she's not a gasper, and doesn't do snuff.]

   [Uh!  No wonder you have nitemares.]

   ;

   Mira (Plantacy)

   [So, I didn't see them again after Homeroom.  All together, freshman
Gym, Lunch, and Homeroom, so the Sophomores can do Lunch, Homeroom, and
Gym, and I guess Coach can fix everything up between classes.

   I don't really want to, or care about Amanda.  Yeah, she's cute and all,
but we have one of those at home.

   Not to say I care about Nihon, but she's different?  Yeah, all right,
and there's the whole Japanese culture to Appropriate, but I really want to
pump her for information, so I can beat Otaku at their own game.

   Been having that fantasy for quite a while, "Actually." Those guys, I
don't really like them, and who can blame me?  Nobody does, they don't even
like themselves.  I hate them.

   So, if I'm going to do all this nemesis with them, I might as well use
my every advantage.  I already get off on their nerd rage, every time they
get their ass kicked by a girl.  Why do you think I play Dark Souls 3?

   It's like an inexhaustible supply.  An infinite sea of fedoras, and
neckbeards floating under the surface, all disguised as Waifus with
Katanas. In PvP you can take one look at a build, and once you Git Good,
you have to develop a sense for what that means.  Miyazaki designed it that
way, every buff glows in the dark, just about every weapon is different
enough that at a glace, you can tell that's a Washing Pole, and anticipate
running attacks, it's part of the Meta.

   I've just been doing it so long, I can tell that they're using it to
compensate for not being able to talk to girls.  You can almost see their
mom's basement, so once I taunt them to Hatemale, it's easy enough to get a
Dick Pic out of them, then break the cardinal rule of #MRAs:

   "No fatties."

   That's why, I stopped trying to lose weight, and started gaining it.  If
I wasn't so fucking Lactose Intolerant, I'd be washing down cheese, melted
in butter, with heavy cream, because it's disgusting.

   Never give me a weapon like that, but I just discovered a new one.  I
can talk to girls, and lucky me, there's a Japanese one right there.  So, I
can learn from her, direct for the source, everything they got wrong with
that culture, and Whip them with it!

   Mwuhaha!  I'm gonna love this!  Also, it doesn't help that she's
submissive, she takes abuse like a champ, and comes back for more.

   I think she likes me.  Yeah, she does.

   Good.

   I can use that.]

   ;

   Vera

   The soccer field was perfect.  First I stretched, but then I felt the
grass.  Fresh cut, and swueezed the dirty trough it.  "Huh!" Like a pad. 
For soccer, of course, but manicured so perfect, and even.  I can trust it.
Not to turn my ancle, on the landing.

   "Like this?" She copied me.  Stretching up, from the pushup position so
her back arched, and her butt tightened behind her.

   "Yeah." I flexed my ankles, and sprung up from my toes.  In a handstand,
I let it down slowly.  Bent my knees for balance, and let it down, to rest
them on my elbows.

   "Nh!" She failed, and fell back down.

   "Whuh!" I pushed back out, to the pushup position, and stuck my butt up.
To walk back, and stretch my back out.

   "Like the cat."

   "What cat?" I checked my palms, shrugged, and dusted them off anyway. 
"Oh," I saw them, "There they are."

   My sister, and her little girlfriend.  They went and sat on the
bleachers.  Talking to eachother, nodding back and forth.  Then what's her
nuts bowed, and Mira awkwardly bowed back.

   "No, I mean Yoga."

   "Oh," I shrugged, "Maybe."

   She stuck her butt in the air, "This is the cat, but I can't do all of
that yet."

   "You take Yoga?"

   "I'm trying it.  I can't do the advanced stuff, like that handstand from
the Cobra, into the frog."

   "Oh!' I nodded, "Yeah." Shrugged.  She just compared it to animals, it
looked like.  "I guess.  So, can you do a handstand?" I think my coach did
Yoga, my old one back home, but didn't compare them to animals.

   "Not really, uh!" She tried, and fell over.

   "Here, let me spot you." I grabbed her ankles, but she twisted, and
rolled out.  "What?"

   "Sorry," she hugged her arms, and squirmed, cutely.  "Sorry, I don't
like to be touched."

   "Good.  Imean, huh!" Think, "I have to.  Touch you to show you the
technique." Or get turned on, whatever.  "Here, try again.  I'm just going
to hold your ankles."

   And look down her skirt.  Hanging to expose her thighs, her panties,
buttocks exposed to everyone.

   "Now, bend your knees," and spread them.  "Slowly, I'm going to help you
go down." On me, lower, and lower, her buttocks squeezing together, and
stretching the crotch tight over her fat young pussy, right in front of me,
and everyone.  Right out here in front of everyone, I kneeled, and helped
her rest her knees on her elbows.  "Good." She shook a little.  "Now I'm
going to let go." Slowly, but she couldn't hold it, and fell back on the
toes.  "We'll work on it, bu'that's a start."

   I flipped down her skirt, but couldn't resist patting her butt.  Didn't
squeeze it though.  Just to watch her squirm.  "You'll get used to it,"
maybe rubbed it a little.  "Me, touching you." To make her squirm,
uncomfortably.  "You'll learn to like it."

   I'll make you.  Like it.  Or actually, I looked over my shoulder.  At
Mira, nodding back and forth.  Copying her, almost bows.  The way she
talks, like Italians talk with their hands?  Yeah, well she's Japanese, so
she bows, like punctuation.  Doesn't even know she's doing it.

   "Huh!" help her up, "Come on, you know how to do a handspring?"

   "On the trampoline."

   "Show me."

   "Out here?"

   "Don't worry about your skirt, nobody's looking." Most of them wandered
off, after school, I guess they couldn't wait to get out of here.  So, we
mostly had the field to myself.  Just the 4 of us, and they were too busy
talking to eachother.

   "Oh, it's not that, I just need the trampoline, to get all the way
over."

   "That's what I'm here for, to spot you."

   "I really don't like to be touched."

   "You want to learn this or not?  This is how you'll learn.  It's how I
learned, so I can't teach you without touching you.  It's kind of a
hands-on training, but there's nothing sexual about it."

   "Well, can you show me something else?"

   "Fine," I rolled my eyes.  "Come on," I ran, stopped with my foot out as
a break, but instead of flipping over it, I locked my knee, and kicked out
behind me to jump.

   "Uh!" Grabbed the top of the soccer goal, and swung up.  "Shit." Swung
back, there's hooks for the net, I guess.  So, I can't kip over.

   "Hihihn!" She just looked up.  "I can't do that." Shook her head.  I
dropped.

   "You didn't even try."

   "Yeahbut."

   "No butts," I slapped hers, gently, for punctuation, "You're going to
have to learn to try it first.  Then you know you can't, instead of telling
yourself you can't first.  That's self defeating, you're never going to
learn anything like that."

   "Okay!' She walked back, "I'll try it!" She ran, and jumped.  Missed it
by a mile, but of course her skirt puffed out, like a parachute, flashing
her panties again.  "See?"

   "Good," I nodded, "So, I'll have to help you up." I got down, interlaced
my fingers, and held them out.  "Step up, but keep your eye on the goal." I
pulled up.  "Uhn!" She caught it.  Hanging, with her crotch right in front
of my face, but her skirt got in the way.

   "Good," I stepped back, "Now, swing up, just like I showed you."

   "Nh!'

   She's weak.  "Try again, now swing through from the back swing.

   "NH!"

   "Again."

   "NHN!" Higher and higher, with another tantalizing flash up her skirt,
at the seat of her underwear.

   "Huh!  Good."

   I was really getting hot, but she had to go.

   So, I went to see Mira, and

   "So, how's your girlfriend?"

   "He's not my girlfriend."

   "Mira." She looked back.  Down at the bleachers.

   She looked down, and shook her head.  Her hair slipped down, like
curtains to cover her face, except for her cute little nose, and a little
wedge above it, but her pouting lips, pressed to hold something back,
silent.

   "See you tomorrow?"

   "Okay," she grabbed her books, and walked off.  From behind, in those
pants, you couldn't really tell.  She was oriental, without the uniform she
could be Indian, or I don't know.  Mexican?  Long black hair, hanging down.
So you couldn't see anything, just her Hello Kitty backpack.

   "The fuck was that all about?"

   "None of your business."

   "Mira, what did we agree about secrets?"

   "It's not my secret."

   "I don't care."

   "Well, you can't make me tell you," she thought, "And I'm not even going
to write it down, so don't bother checking my notes." She knows I will
anyway.  Really the best way to get in her head, when she writes, she
doesn't hold back.  The stuff she wouldn't never normally say out loud. 
"You horny?" I'd figure out some way to find out, but I like secrets. 
that's what i like, digging them out, like tiny treasures.

   "You have no idea!"

   "Come on." She put her arm around me.  "Under the bleachers?"

   "Yeah."

   "Get under there." She grabbed the back of my neck.

   "Nh!" Looked around, then pulled my hair.  "Don't hurt me!"

   "Don't scream.  Hold onto the board.  Right there, just reach up and
grab it." The bottom of the bench, not to sit on, but for your feet.  "I'll
show you."

   "Nghah!"

   "I told you not to scream, you hear me?"

   "Nhn!" I manage to nod, even with her pulling my hair.  So hard. 
"HhHhH!" Hold my breath.

   "Hot little fucking piece of ass.  Prancing around in your tights."

   "NHM!" I bit my lip, from her grip.  Pulling them tight, so her knuckles
push into my butt crack, and gave me a wedgy.  I could feel the seam, of
the spandex.  It doesn't stretch, like the rest, flattening out, squishing
my hot cunt so the seam slipped in.  Between, and sawed over my clit. 
"NHhhahH!"

   It snapped, tight over my ass, and she slapped it.

   "I Told You Not To Scream!"

   "Tye me up," I shook my head, "Tye my hands." I can't hold on any
longer.

   "Is that what you want?"

   "Mhm?"

   "No." She pushed my head.  "Get down," Pulled up the back of her skirt.
"On your knees."

   I nodded, she pulled down her underpants, and twisted my hair in her
hand again.  "Can't keep your fucking mouth shut?" She forced my face down
into them.  Her panties, tight between her knees.  "I know how to shut you
up.  Smell it.  Smell my cunt juice, you hot little piece of ass."

   "Snh!  Huh!  Yeah."

   "Shut up!"

   "NhahH!"

   "I'm not going to tell you again."

   I did it on purpose, that time.  Not to make her hurt me, I had more
than enough pain, to make me start soaking through my tight biker shorts.

   To make her shut me up.  I knew, the panty sniff was just a teaser.  To
make me want the real thing.  She didn't have to make me.  I wanted it, I
want it so bad I can almost taste it.

   "Here."

   "Muph!"

   "This otta shut you up."

   "Mh hulmn!" Hungry, I closed my eyes, and imagined her.

   Her panties, pulled tight between her soft, smooth, pale young skinny
thighs.

   "EATIT!"

   "Lwmwmwmwmwn!"

   Amanda.

   She doesn't like to be touched.

   ;

   {This is a good place to stop, and move onto the next chapter.  Where
they stop victimizing each other, and start following through on their
conspiracy to victimize others...}