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 ï>¿Eveline's Strangest Journey by EC

   Chapter 1 - Daybreak

   Eveline Rogers' alarm clock went off a third time.  It seemed she had
just hit that fucking snooze button, and here it was, already tormenting
her, yet again.  No, there was no getting out of it: the day most
definitely had started.

   The student forced herself to sit up.  The early morning sunlight was
pouring through her window.  She had left her curtains open on purpose the
night before, precisely so the light would add to the noise of the alarm
clock and force her to get up.  As much as she wanted to go back to sleep,
it was too late.  The light was blinding and the alarm was still going.

   Yes - yes, time to get moving.  The teenager forced herself to stand up
as her eyes adjusted to the bright room.  She groaned from a horrible
headache, an upset stomach, and the fact she had only had three hours of
sleep.

   She looked about the room, which was in about the same condition as her
head.  Dirty clothes were tossed around, the sheets were pulled off her
bed, and several days' worth of dirty dishes were piled on her dresser. 
The stench of rotting food from the plates and filling her garbage can was
getting pretty bad.  She'd have to take all that shit to the kitchen and
dump it in the sink.  Then she thought: screw it.  I'll take care of it in
the afternoon.

   In the corner nearest the window there was a small table that was
somewhat cleared off, covered with a couple of schoolbooks and an
assignment she had half-heartedly tried to start the night before.  She had
not gotten very far into it, which was nothing new.  It looked like it
would be yet another missed assignment and yet another "F".

   Eveline wondered if there was even any point in bothering to go to
school.  The fall semester had just started and it seemed that she was
already failing everything.  She had been held back the previous year and
because of that was still in the eleventh grade.  The whole thing was
getting to be an embarrassment, especially since it looked like she'd be
flunking this year too.  Maybe it was finally time to just give up and
quit.

   Alright, so, if she didn't go to class, where could she go?  She sure as
hell didn't want to stay in the house.  There was nothing to do around town
except wander the streets, since she didn't have any money.  So, she would
indeed end up going to school, simply because there was nowhere else to go
and nothing better to do with the day.

   Eveline badly had to piss.  Hopefully the hallway bathroom would be
open. She opened up her bedroom door and stepped over a passed-out fat dude
wearing greasy jeans and a torn black shirt.  The shirt was pulled up to
his chest, leaving his hairy tattooed stomach on display.  Gross.

   She looked in the bathroom.  Someone had vomited purple slime all over
the mirror and the sink.  And, of course, there was a man sitting, fully
dressed, in the shower.  Go figure.  Another of her brother's creepy
tweaker friends, puffing on a meth pipe.  She knew better than to try to
tell him to move, because he had an ominous look in his eyes that indicated
he was more likely to punch her than do what she asked.

   The house had another bathroom in the master bedroom, but Eveline had
not seen it for months.  Her brother Lucas had converted the main bathroom
into a meth lab and kept the door locked whenever he wasn't in there.  Not
that Eveline would have dared go in anyway.  All those chemicals and
equipment scared her.  She knew that stuff was dangerous.

   Fuck.  That meant she'd have to go in the yard and piss outside.  She
went back to her room, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, and went out the
back door.  She glanced over at the neighbor's house to make sure no one
was looking out the window, then went between a partially disassembled
pickup truck and the fence.  She lifted her oversized t-shirt and squatted.
She glanced at a dilapidated dog house that was near the back porch. 
Seeing it reminded her of the dog her family used to have, back when they
were leading more normal lives.  It also reminded her of her own squalid
situation.

   Am I really doing this?  Am I really in the back yard, shitting outside
like a fucking dog?  She finished, wiped herself, and left the shitty paper
on the ground.  Fuck 'em.  Everyone else is coming out here to piss.  All
the fucking drunks, pissing out their beer.  Like my shit's gonna make any
difference, one way or the other.

   Eveline returned to her room to see if she could find any clean clothes.
She found only a pair of shorts and one of her mother's blouses.  It was a
total mis-match and would look ridiculous.  She decided to wear her school
basketball uniform.  Maybe it'd look a bit out of place in class, but at
least the outfit was clean.

   She stuffed her untouched homework and school books into her backpack,
along with her ID's and library card.  She didn't bother trying to
straighten anything in her room.  The room was only slightly less trashed
than the rest of the house, but she didn't care.

   She went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.  She walked
through the living room, where Lucas and his girlfriend were sleeping on a
mattress on the floor.  A couple of other tweakers were there as well, one
asleep in a reclining chair and the other in a sleeping bag on the floor.

   To Eveline's surprise, there actually was food in the kitchen, and not
just the usual tweaker regimen of candy and packaged snack cakes.  There
were sacks of sandwich supplies, along with chips, cans of nuts, and
several jugs of cheap fruit punch left on the counter.  Several
economy-size packages of raw hamburger were sitting out, along with a big
bottle of ketchup and sacks of hamburger buns.  Not to mention cases of
beer and whiskey stacked on the floor.

   Shit, that means there's gonna be yet another party at the house
tonight, and a big one, judging by the amount of food and booze in the
kitchen.  Yes, for once there was plenty of stuff from which Eveline could
make breakfast, but later on, when she got home, she faced a miserable loud
night in a house full of drunks and drugged creeps.

   She looked with disdain at the stack of raw hamburger on the counter. 
The color of the meat was starting to change and blood was seeping out of
the packages and dripping onto the counter-top.  She wondered if the meat
would go bad before her brother's girlfriend had a chance to cook it.  She
certainly hoped so.  It would be so awesome if that whole gang would get
food poisoning.

   Before she left the house, Eveline decided to check if anyone had left
any money lying around.  She quietly moved about the living room and
noticed a jacket hanging on a chair.  She had no idea whose jacket it was,
nor did she care.  She slipped her hands in the pockets and, sure enough,
there was a wallet...  with cash!  Awesome!  There was more than $ 200, but
she knew better than to take all of it.  She pocketed two $ 20 bills and
put the rest back.  Now she was set for the next couple of days as far as
lunch money was concerned.

   The next couple of days.  That was about as far ahead as Eveline could
think.  She lived day to day in that chaotic house, grabbing whatever was
available to eat, using the bathroom whenever she could, and using the yard
whenever she couldn't.  She was always on the lookout for a chance to grab
some cash, but not too much at a time.  Occasionally she'd have enough
silence in the house to do some homework or a class assignment, but it was
not nearly enough.

   *****

   Eveline decided to walk to school.  It was only a 20-minute walk and,
because of its meandering route, taking the school bus wasn't much faster.
Anyhow, she did not want to deal with her classmates at the moment.  She
was disgusted and angry at her situation, at life in general, and Lucas in
particular.  He always had a wild streak in him, but things went really bad
after their mother was convicted of investment fraud and sent to jail.  As
soon as Mom was out of the picture, Lucas led a life of hard partying, now
that he had an entire house to himself.  He had no job, of course, but with
control over the family property, he could have a meth lab.  The meth
operation gave Lucas what he needed to party with his friends; a steady
supply of drugs and a supply of cash from selling.

   Mom was not in a position to do anything about Lucas.  She had been
sentenced to 10 years for a bunch of scams she was running, and even that
decade-long sentence was the result of a good lawyer and a plea-bargain. 
It was obvious Mom had been involved in some pretty serious shit.  The
prosecution went as far as considering her indirectly responsible for two
suicides and a murder.  The jury didn't have much sympathy and the judge
stated that she was damn lucky to get just 10 years.

   If Eveline didn't think things could get any worse after her mother went
to jail and her brother set up the meth lab, she was wrong.  Over the
summer Lucas' girlfriend Alicia moved in with him.  She was a couple of
years older than Lucas, a nasty tattooed punk-rocker with a violent temper
and a mean personality.  The crowd she hung out with was different from
Lucas' cohorts, but they seemed to complement each other in their
drug-induced depravity.  The fact that Eveline was still living at home
didn't matter to either of them.  If Eveline didn't like it, tough shit,
she could leave.

   And, with Alicia and her crowd showing up along with Lucas' biker
friends, the house became a notorious party-house, meth-house, and
flop-house for tweakers.  The neighbors complained and the police were
constantly passing by, but they never did anything.  Had Eveline been under
18, the police could have nailed Lucas for putting a minor in danger, but
her birthday had passed over the summer and she was legally an adult. 
Alicia was well-aware of that, and had started working on Lucas to kick his
sister out of the house so they could take over her room.  Eveline was
starting to worry about becoming homeless.  As it was, she was close to
being homeless already.



   Chapter 2 - A Bad Day at School

   So, wearing her basketball uniform, Eveline walked in the hot morning
sun, perspiring in her only clean outfit.  On top of everything else, she
had not had the chance to clean up in two days.  She didn't realize it, but
she stunk.

   As the student came up the street towards the school parking lot, she
was hard to miss, wearing a sleeveless gold shirt and wine-colored shorts
made out of metallic-looking cloth.  A tall, severe-looking woman with a
tom-boy haircut noticed her.  She was immaculately dressed in a business
outfit, ready for class.  The woman stepped onto the sidewalk to intercept
the girl before she could duck into the school building.  Eveline cringed,
because the woman was her basketball coach, Jamie Strickland.

   "Well, Eveline.  Good morning.  What a pleasant surprise, seeing you so
bright and early, in your uniform, all ready for the big game.  Thinking
about getting a jump on today's workout?"

   "I, yes...  I yes, I...  'spose."

   "You're a lousy basketball player, but you make an even worse liar.  You
skipped yesterday's practice, but now you're running around in your
uniform. Why are you running around in your uniform when there's no game?"

   "I dunno, ma'am."

   "Oh come-on!  You don't know why you're wearing your uniform?  Am I
supposed to believe that?"

   "Please!  I..."

   "No!  No more excuses!  This is really getting old, your excuses, and
I'm putting a stop to it!  And you'd better show up to practice today and
NEVER miss it again!  One more excuse, one more of your lies, and you are
off the team, and this time I mean it!"

   "Please, I'm sorry!  Please don't kick me off the team!"

   "That's your choice, not mine!  And keep in mind, I'm gonna work your
ass so you become a better player!  You will spend quality time in that gym
and you will stop embarrassing your teammates!  We're gonna fix this!"

   The coach tapped her student's backpack.

   "Hand over your wallet!"

   "I, I mean, what, ma'am?"

   "Your wallet!  With your ID's!  Hand it over!  Now!"

   Reluctantly Eveline took out her wallet.  Her coach snatched it from
her. Then she remembered that, along with her ID's, it contained the forty
dollars she had stolen from her brother's friend.  That meant she was back
to being totally broke.

   "You'll get this back after practice today.  Assuming you put some
effort into it.  Assuming you don't piss me off."

   Eveline was exasperated, but at least for the moment she no longer was
thinking about her miserable situation at home.  She now had a more
immediate concern that had nothing to do with Lucas and Alicia.  Coach
Strickland put the student's wallet in her purse.

   "And another thing.  Go shower before you go to class!  Right now!  You
smell like rotten goat cheese!"

   Eveline rushed to the locker room with tears in her eyes.  She had not
thought about how she smelled, but she was totally humiliated her coach's
comment.  She quickly showered and dried off just in time to make it to her
first class.

   *****

   The rest of the day at school did not go well.  Eveline had not done any
of her homework assignments, which earned her three referrals.  Coach
Strickland received e-mails from her student's other teachers about her
performance in class.  She was reminded by her co-workers that her
student's continued poor academic performance meant that she would have to
expel her from the school athletic program.

   The coach, in spite of her outwardly harsh treatment of the girl, really
did not want to kick her off the basketball team.  She knew that doing so
would cut Eveline's final tie to the school and ensure she would be a
failure in life.  She knew that her student's mother had recently gone to
jail and that she was dealing with serious problems at home.  A quick
drive-by the Rogers' house told Strickland everything she needed to know
concerning how much the girl's life had deteriorated over the past year. 
Looking at that house, the coach knew there was a very good reason Eveline
was not able to complete any of her homework assignments.

   Strickland knew that Eveline's life could be salvaged if she could
somehow find another place to live and have someone watch over her to
motivate her to work.  If someone intervened in time, the damage to Eveline
Rogers could still be repaired.

   Someone...

   Strickland wondered whether she could be that "someone".  During her
coaching career she already had taken in three female students who had
nowhere else to go and mentored them until they were ready to graduate and
face life on their own.  The guest-room in her house was currently
unoccupied.  Three girls had passed through that room and put their lives
together.

   Strickland figured that perhaps Eveline Rogers could be the fourth.  As
bad as her life was, Eveline was not any more messed up than the other
three girls had been.  Yes, she had psychological issues and a wrecked
work-ethic because of her home-life, but at least she was not
drug-dependent or pregnant.  However, she was at a point where her life was
just about to go very badly.  If there was any hope that she could be
"saved", the coach knew she'd have to act within the next few days.

   There was another issue, that Strickland was honest enough to admit to
herself.  She was physically attracted to Eveline.  She was fascinated with
the girl's petite body and pale skin, and with her shy expression and short
blond hair.  At that moment, the teacher did not have any plans to attempt
to seduce the student, but she wanted to bring her under her control and
protection.  She didn't want to see that lovely girl end up on the street
and go to waste.

   *****

   After school, Eveline went into gym and joined her teammates as they got
ready for practice.  Although she was just a junior, she was the oldest
girl on the team due to having flunked the previous year.  She knew that
she should have not been allowed to continue playing and that her coach had
petitioned the school board to make an exception for her.  She felt guilty
about Strickland's effort, because she had not done anything to earn it.

   She didn't really understand why Strickland had gone out of her way to
keep her on the team, because she was not a good player.  She wanted to be
valuable, but she was totally distracted by her circumstances at home and
her over-all feeling of being a failure at everything she was doing.  And
yet, for whatever reason, Strickland continued to believe that something
good could come out of her, that her life was still salvageable.

   The team was important to Eveline, in spite of her lackluster abilities.
It was the last thing remaining in her life that gave her a sense of
belonging, the last group she could say she was a member of.  Whenever the
other girls went out anywhere, she was invited to go with them and always
did.

   Eveline had not thought about it, but already her coach's patience by
letting her stay on the team had affected the course of her life.  She had
not yet been tempted to try Lucas' meth.  Without the distraction and
responsibility of the basketball team, it is likely that Eveline's
curiosity would have gotten the better of her, given how hooked everyone
else around the house was on her brother's product.



   Chapter 3 - Basketball Practice

   Before going into the locker room, the team captain, whose name was
Jenny, handed pre-cut pieces of construction paper and a roll of masking
tape to a couple of her teammates.  The girls used the paper to cover the
glass windows of the doors leading onto the basketball court.  While the
windows were being covered, Jenny checked all the doors to make sure they
were locked and properly latched so no one could enter the court from the
outside during practice.

   There was a very good reason for the precaution.  The team uniform for
all training sessions and after-school practices for the girls was shoes,
socks, and nothing else.  The girls with longer hair were permitted to wear
a single hairband.  Otherwise, from their ankles up, they practiced and
exercised completely naked.  Coach Strickland insisted on having an
unrestricted view of her players' bodies so she could observe their
muscles, level of perspiration, and limb movements.  At the team's first
practice of the year, their coach explained that she believed in "gymnos",
the ancient Greek idea that exercise and sports training should be done in
the nude.  After the girls signed up and the team roster was finished, she
assigned the girls to read several articles that backed up the philosophy
and physical benefits of nude exercise.

   The girls took off their clothes in the locker room.  Jenny made a joke
about Eveline having to take off her basketball uniform instead of putting
it on before team practice, but then chided her for missing the previous
afternoon's session.  However, like the coach, the team captain seemed
overly indulgent of Eveline's short-comings as a player.  She was genuinely
relieved that Eveline had shown up that afternoon and was not yet off the
team.  As she put her clothes in her locker and latched the door shut,
Eveline noticed Jenny's dark eyes scanning her body.

   Twelve naked high-school students filed out of the locker room and
followed their equally-naked team leader onto the basketball court.  The
air blowing from the large fans on the ceiling felt cool on their exposed
skin and reminded them of their nudity.  Exercising in the nude had been
extremely strange and intimidating for the first several practices, but by
the end of the second week the girls were used to it.  As the semester
progressed, some of them would actually come to enjoy their sessions
stretching and exercising without any hot or restrictive clothing.

   Coach Strickland was waiting on the court as the teenagers rushed to get
into position.  She was a bit of a hypocrite, because while her team
stripped naked, she had changed into gym sweats.  She had a whistle around
her neck, a clipboard in one hand and a leather paddle in the other. 
Strickland used it to deal with infractions and poor performance the moment
they happened.  Any team member not performing to her expectations could
expect a vicious swat, (or swats) from that paddle on her bare sweaty
bottom whenever she "disappointed" the coach.

   When the team members lined up, Jenny called out each player by name. 
The girl had to throw up her arms and shout out:

   "Here, Captain Jenny!  I'm ready to practice and I'm ready to win! 
Who-ahh!"

   The girls all knew the roll-call was totally unnecessary, but their
coach liked the ritual and thought it helped set the mood for a successful
training practice.  Standing straight with their hands to their sides, the
girls looked like they were in military formation, getting ready for a
naked combat mission.

   Jenny took her role as team captain very seriously.  She was an
excellent athlete, with a chip on her shoulder that made her particularly
vicious on the court.  She did not look like a typical female basketball
player.  She was Asian and petite, only 5'4" tall, so opponents who were
six inches taller did not take her seriously when they first saw her. 
However, girls from the other schools quickly learned that her size meant
nothing.  She had a thin, sinewy body, quick reflexes, and could move
extremely fast.  She couldn't out-jump her opponents or dunk, but she could
grab the ball, dodge under an opponent's arms, and pass it off to a
teammate in a flash.  During the previous basketball season, a local sports
commentator described her as a "miniature speed-boat moving among Spanish
Galleons".

   Having Jenny as her captain was important to Strickland, because none of
the other girls on the team was particularly tall.  They were at a natural
disadvantage when going up against larger opponents, but Strickland was
convinced the height problem could be solved simply by changing tactics:
moving fast, constantly passing the ball, and shooting baskets from a
distance.  Jenny's style of playing was the key to her entire team's
strategy.  All her teammates had to keep their eyes on her, to be ready for
a quick pass, or to send her the ball so she could pass it to the girl who
was in the best spot at the moment to make a basket.  She had a system of
signaling by positioning her fingers, flashing her eyes, and pursing her
lips, to let her teammates know what she was about to do.  There was hell
to pay for any girl who wasn't paying attention and ready when Jenny needed
to move the ball and was signaling.

   The strategy meant long hours in the gym choreographing dodges and
complicated passes that usually involved all five players on the court.  It
meant learning and memorizing Jenny's system of signaling, and also using
quick signals to communicate with Jenny.  It meant emphasizing long-shots,
which were more important to the team than they would be to an ordinary
group of basketball players.  It meant that Coach Strickland's girls had to
work twice as hard in the gym, coordinate everything they did as a group,
and avoid mistakes.  It also meant that the girls had to accept their
coach's intense training schedule and discipline regimen.

   *****

   The coach carefully monitored her players as they practiced to make sure
they weren't too tired to focus on coordinating their maneuvers.  When they
did start to get tired, there would be no break, however.  Instead, they
would simply change over to exercises that would not require so much
concentration.  The girls knew it had to be that way.  They had to be in
top physical condition if they could hope to win games by out-maneuvering
and outlasting their taller opponents.  They had to move fast and they had
to move continuously.  So, they had to train their bodies to meet the
demands being placed upon them.  The girls ran around the gym, when that
got too tired to run, they stopped to do push-ups and sit-ups, then when
their upper bodies gave out, they had to get up and run some more.  The
girls all knew that what they were doing was necessary if they didn't want
to make fools out of themselves and their school.  However they secretly
felt about their merciless coach and hyperactive team captain, they went
along with whatever they were told to do.

   Everyone knew that Strickland's main goal was simply to make sure her
players could overcome their height disadvantage and win games.  However,
there was more going on inside the coach's mind than she let on to her
team. The "gymnos" philosophy was only part of the reason she wanted the
girls to conduct their practices in the nude.  She enjoyed watching the
naked girls as they exercised and moved around with the ball.  The more the
girls were sweaty and winded, the more of a turn-on that was for their
coach.  She loved seeing their wet matted hair, flushed red faces, heaving
bare chests, and moist trembling breasts as they tried to catch their
breath after a workout.  She loved the smell of feminine perspiration and
watching the sweat dripping down the young bodies of her players.  And
toward the end of the workout, when the exhausted girls were stretching and
their sweaty vulvas and wet bottoms were spread and exposed...  oh yes,
that was so nice, such a lovely sight.

   When they were finally finished with all the exercises and post-exercise
stretching, the players collapsed on the floor from pure exhaustion. 
Invariably at least a couple of the students were reduced to tears when
their ordeal finally ended.  For several minutes the gym was filled with
the gasping, groans, and coughs of girls who had endured total muscle
fatigue and were struggling to recover.

   Strickland was at her busiest at the end of each practice.  While the
girls lay on the gym mat gasping for air, drinking water, and recovering,
the coach closely examined each of her players' legs and feet, feeling
hamstrings and muscles and looking for sprains and early signs of other
possible sports injuries.  If the coach determined that a player was in
danger of over-exerting herself, she cut her enough slack to make sure she
recovered.



   Chapter 4 - Quality Time with Coach Strickland

   Finally, after a grueling three hours, the coach released her players
for the evening.  She ordered Eveline to stay behind.  As soon as the other
girls were out of sight, the coach picked up her discipline paddle and told
the student to move several basketballs to one of the free-throw lines.

   Eveline picked up a basketball and glanced at the paddle.  She knew what
was coming.  She knew that she had contributed to the team's most recent
loss by missing several free-throws and the only solution was remedial
practice.  The poor performance with the free-throws would not be repeated
during the next game.

   "We're gonna spend some quality time and you're gonna get this right. 
Lots and lots of free-throws.  Lots of concentration, and I'll keep you
focused.  We'll see what you're doing wrong, and we will have a remedial
challenge.  The rule is very simple.  Every missed free-throw gets you two
swats, one on each cheek.  Whenever you get a basket, you'll get a reprieve
on the next miss.  Make enough good free-throws, and you could, in theory,
end up walking out of here with no swats at all.  To pull that off, you'd
need to get at least half your shots.  I'd like to see it happen that way.
So focus on each shot.  Think about what you are doing.  Picture how the
ball will leave your hands and how it will move, its launch and path for
success."

   Eveline took a deep breath, positioned herself, and threw her first
ball. She made a terrible throw, but somehow landed the basket by pure
luck. Using the same technique, she missed the second throw.  And the
third. With tears in her eyes she put her hands on her knees and closed her
eyes.

   POP!!!  POP!!!

   Within seconds, two pink circles appeared and darkened on the pale skin
of her sweaty bottom.  She took a deep breath and stood up, resisting the
urge to rub where she had just been hit.

   "OK...  let's try this again.  Take a look at what I'm doing, and
replicate."

   The coach positioned her hands on the ball, made sure the student saw
what she was doing, and launched it.  It rose and fell in a graceful arch
and passed through the net, without touching the rim of the hoop.

   "Watch again."

   Another graceful shot and another perfect basket.

   "Alright, your turn."

   Eveline's fourth and fifth shots went in.  She missed the sixth and
seventh shots.

   POP!!!  POP!!!

   "Tell me what you're doing wrong."

   "I...  "

   "Facing me, standing straight, hands at your side, and looking me in the
eye when you speak."

   Eveline stood as straight as she could as she tried to hold back her
tears and control her breathing.  She answered the coach's question as best
she could, self-criticizing her throwing technique, while the older woman
admired her body and resisted the urge to run her fingertips over her
student's trembling breasts.

   "Good...  " the coach tapped the paddle against her left palm "... 
let's continue."

   For the next 30 minutes the only sounds coming from the gym were the
bangs of the basketball hitting the floor or bouncing against the hoop. 
About once every minute or so that was interrupted with:

   POP!!!  POP!!!

   By the time the remedial session ended, Eveline's free-throws had
improved, but her bottom was quite red and sweat was pouring down her body.
For Strickland's tastes, the student was about as sexy as she could be; her
skin drenched in sweat, her worried expression as she gasped for breath,
her trembling chest moving as she breathed, and above all else, the deep
pink covering her naked bottom.  Strickland badly wanted her.

   Eveline's emotions were in turmoil as well.  The spank-practice was a
scary experience, but in a strange way: it made her feel very alive.  She
was exhausted, not from lack of sleep, but from pushing her physical
limits. For someone living under constant stress at home but not being able
to do anything about it, it actually felt good.

   They picked up the basketballs and put everything away.  Eveline stayed
naked during clean-up and the older woman continued to admire her pale
sweaty body and the pink paddle marks on her bottom, which were just
starting to fade.

   When they returned to the locker room Strickland decided to take a
shower and got undressed.  When she saw was Strickland was doing, Eveline
stood and waited.  She had never seen her coach take off her clothes before
and was curious to see what her body looked like.  Strickland noticed
Eveline looking at her with anticipation as she pulled off her underwear.

   Hmmm...  this is certainly interesting, she thought to herself.

   Strickland had never been married, but throughout her life she had
enjoyed relationships with both men and women.  She was completely
bi-sexual.  Generally she found women's bodies more pleasant to look at
than men's bodies, but that depended entirely on the individual.  As for
Eveline, there was no question she was very much attracted to her troubled
student.  So, it greatly pleased her to note Eveline's fascinated
expression as she finished taking off her clothes.

   Strickland was, in every way, bigger than Eveline.  She was almost six
feet tall and had thick muscular thighs and arms toned from years of
exercising.  She had large breasts that were just starting to show the
effects of the passing years.  For the most part her body still looked
really good, even though she had just passed her 45th birthday.

   Strickland knew size and strength would allow her to easily over-power
her student.  And, that had been the case with most of the lovers
throughout her life, to include most of the men.  She loved using her
physique to dominate her partners, physically and psychologically.

   When the two women went into the shower, Strickland noticed Eveline's
eyes continuing to scan her body.  She decided to break the silence.

   "Eveline, just don't let your teammates down in the next game, and
you'll be fine.  That's all I'm asking of you.  Don't let your teammates
down.  That's what I'm trying to fix.  For your sake, more than anyone
else. There's nothing better in life than to have people rely on you, and
knowing that you'll come through for them."

   The words struck Eveline's emotions to their core, because no one,
except the coach, had ever come through for her.  Without thinking about
what she was doing, she let her emotions take over and gave the older woman
a hug, and started to cry in her arms.

   Strickland stayed quiet and gave the student a moment to recover.  She
then handed the girl a bar of soap and asked her to cover her back. 
Eveline complied by rubbing her shoulders.  She stopped at her mentor's
waist, although she badly wanted to continue downwards and run her hands
over the woman's large, shapely bottom.  Strickland was disappointed at the
girl's hesitation, but rightly guessed it was from shyness instead of lack
of desire.  She decided not to push it.  From the was things were looking,
there would be plenty of opportunity in the future to feel the girl's hands
on her bottom, and everywhere else.

   Strickland noted that the redness in the girl's bottom had faded
considerably during the shower.  Within another hour or so her butt would
be completely back to normal.  That was the nice detail about the practice
paddle: the swats stung like hell, but the implement left almost no
bruising and the evidence of the discipline was completely gone shortly
after the sessions were over.

   The two women returned to the bench next to their lockers and sat for
several minutes on their towels to let the air finish drying their skin. 
Strickland used it as an opportunity to let Eveline look at her some more
and gauge how interested she really was.  It was also an opportunity to
talk to Eveline alone, and get the details about what was going on in her
life.

   She learned some additional details about the jail sentence Eveline's
mother was serving for that series of investment scams and Eveline's
hellish life with her older brother.  Eveline made it very clear that hated
the whole party scene, so she stayed away from the house as much as
possible.  The coach sympathized:

   "Well, I guess that's not the best place to try to study, then."

   "No, ma'am."

   "And, so that's why your grades have gone down so much last year?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  I 'spose that's why.  I don't know."

   "And if you can't sleep, that's what's affecting your playing...  "

   "I 'spose that's true."

   "Well...  if you need a break, or just want to get a quiet night's
sleep, you could come over to my place."

   "Your place?  I...  I don't know...  "

   "You think your brother would object?"

   "Oh no...  not at all.  Him and his girlfriend have been wanting me to
move out ever since Mom was sentenced, but I don't have anywhere to go."

   "Well, now you do.  You got a place to stay.  Your choice."

   "You really wouldn't mind?"

   "Not at all.  You'd have to keep in mind you're my guest and you'd have
to obey my rules, but that'd be it."

   "I...  thank you."

   "OK, then let's get moving.  We'll swing by your locker and pick up your
books before we head out to my car."

   Eveline was both scared and relieved about her coach's offer.  She knew
how the night at the house would be, the yard full of motorcycles, people
vomiting and pissing everywhere, multiple complaints from the neighbors to
the police, and the whole house, including her room, full of passed-out
drunks and tweakers.  Yes, she was glad to get away, but she didn't know
what to expect from her new hostess.  However, she had committed and was
happy to not have to face her brother's friends that night.

   Suddenly, there was a new crisis to stress her out much more.  She stuck
her key into her gym lock and gasped when it snapped.  It snapped in the
worst possible spot, in a way that it was jammed in tightly and would be
impossible to pull out.  The only way that locker could open would be for
the lock to be drilled.  Shit!  The only article of clothing she had left
outside the locker was a pair of shoes.  In a panicky voice she called her
coach over.  The coach examined the lock and tried moving the broken piece
of key with her fingernail.  It wouldn't budge.

   "Yes, I'd say this is an issue.  We're not getting this open."

   "What am I gonna do?"

   "OK...  don't panic.  I'll call the custodian."

   The coach dialed the custodian on her cell phone, but got a recording
saying that all of the district's custodians were at their annual training
at the school district admin building and would not be back until the
following week.

   "Eveline, I hate to tell you this, but we do have a problem.  We can't
get into your locker.  Unless a custodian is present with a pre-signed
authorization form, it is illegal to break into a school locker for any
reason.  At the staff meeting last month, they warned us about that... 
'cause the school district is tired of paying for damaged lockers."

   "But...  but...  my key broke.  It's not my fault...  "

   "I know it's not your fault, but there's nothing we can do about it
'till next week."

   "But what am I gonna do?"

   "I guess you'll just have to put on your shoes and go out like you are
now.  I don't know what else to tell you."

   "But...  I'm...  naked...  I can't...  like...  go outside...  I...  "

   "Just being naked isn't illegal unless you're doing something lewd.  So
it isn't that much of a problem."

   "But...  "

   Coach Strickland clapped her hands.

   "Eveline, cut it.  We need to go.  The school's about to close.  You
can't stay here all weekend over a broken key.  Right now we have just
enough time to get your books before they kick us out."

   Exasperated, Eveline looked at the thin metal door of her locker, which
now formed an inaccessible barrier to her clothes and her normal life. 
Coach Strickland was right - the school was about to be locked up and they
needed to get out.  She also knew that arguing with the coach, over
anything, was a very bad idea.



   Chapter 5 - The Naked Houseguest

   Coach Strickland maintained a severe but indifferent demeanor about the
freak accident and her student's newest dilemma.  However, this was going
to make Eveline's stay at her house quite interesting.

   The coach was dead serious about retrieving Eveline's books before
leaving the building.  She accompanied the blushing student to the hallway
locker where she kept her textbooks and school supplies.  Fortunately, the
second locker opened.  Unfortunately, Eveline never kept any clothing in
it, just her books and supplies.

   Loaded down with a stack of books in her arms, the naked student was
even more nervous as she accompanied her coach along a very long deserted
hallway that led to the faculty parking lot.  She desperately hoped no one
would see her.  Fortunately both the building and the parking lot were
empty, but she felt the hot sun and a light breeze hitting her bare skin as
soon as they exited the building, reminding her of her nakedness.

   Eveline was surprised when she saw the car that Coach Strickland was
driving, so much that she momentarily forgot that she was standing in the
middle of her school's parking lot with nothing on.  The vehicle was an old
Fiat, a very old Fiat.  A detail that made the car even more unusual was
the steering wheel's location on the right side.  Obviously the car had
been made for use in Europe, not the US.  Noting the student's puzzled
expression, the coach commented:

   "Years ago I worked as an intern at the Belgian mission to the UN.  When
one of the diplomats left, he sold me his car for 50 dollars, just 'cause
he was eager to get rid of it.  I've had it ever since.  Now, would you
like to know why I am driving a 50-dollar car with a steering wheel on the
right side?"

   "I...  uh...  I 'spose, ma'am...  "

   "Because driving an expensive car is stupid, that's why.  You never get
your money back on a car.  So...  I drive my 50-dollar car year after year
and invest what I'm saving."

   Eveline was not very interested in her teacher's lesson about saving
money.  She was wondering when she'd finally get a hold of some clothing.
Well, it looked like it wouldn't be for a while.  First, she'd have to
endure a naked ride in the coach's weird car.

   Coach Strickland did not give her companion much time to worry about her
lack of clothing.  As they drove away from the school, the older woman
barraged her passenger with questions about her studies and how she was
doing in school.  Eveline was forced to admit how badly she was failing
everything.

   "That's total bull-shit and we're gonna fix it.  You're a bright girl
and you have no right to flunk anything.  Anyhow, I'm not gonna let it
happen.  It's that simple.  It's just not gonna happen."

   There was a threatening tone in the coach's voice that seemed to say:
"shape up, or else...  "

   Eveline swallowed and tried to keep calm.

   "Yes, ma'am."

   The stressful ride seemed to take forever, but when it finally ended
Eveline was impressed with Coach Strickland's house.  It was a very nice
one, on an acre plot of land in a neighborhood mostly inhabited by
corporate tax-evaders and scam-artists, in other words, people doing the
same thing Eveline's mom had tried to do, but with better outcomes because
they were either more lucky or smarter.  The Fiat looked totally out of
place in the area, but it had paid for itself many times over.  The house
was proof enough of that.

   Eveline hoped that finally her coach would have some clothing for her,
even if it didn't properly fit.  However, as the older woman invited
Eveline to walk around with her and bragged about the property, there was
no mention of clothing, and Eveline was too nervous to ask.

   Coach Strickland told Eveline to take off her shoes as soon as they
entered the house.  Instead of touring her around the residence, the
hostess took Eveline straight to a guest room.  As soon as Eveline set down
her books, the coach placed her hands on the younger woman's bare
shoulders.

   "This is your room.  I hope you appreciate it."

   "Yes, ma'am, I do."

   "A peaceful place to study and sleep, I would say.  You won't have to
worry about distractions in here."

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "OK, sweetie.  Get some rest.  I'll be back up in an hour.  You've got a
lot to take care of this weekend, starting with your next chemistry test."

   Oh, crap, thought Eveline to herself.  She must have talked to my
chemistry teacher.

   The student didn't know what to say, but forced the words "yes, ma'am"
to come out of her mouth.

   After the coach left to change her clothes and go back downstairs,
Eveline looked around the room.  It was a nice room with a study desk and a
dresser.  She noticed there were some books, but no computer, phone, or
television.  She checked the dresser, it contained some hair brushes and
manicure items, but not a single item of clothing.

   Exhausted emotionally and mentally, she collapsed on the bed.  She took
a deep breath upon realizing her coach was not about to give her anything
to wear.  She wondered why, but increasingly she realized there was no
point in asking because the answer would be "no".

   She wondered what to do.  She didn't have the nerve to ask for any
clothes, let alone insist on them.  She started to resign herself to the
idea that she would spend the rest of the day, and possibly the entire
weekend, in the nude.

   *****

   The coach called Eveline to the dining area and gave her a salad, a bowl
of chopped fruit, and a glass of orange juice for dinner.  The meal was
lighter and healthier than anything she had eaten for a long time.  It was
a strange meal for someone used to eating mostly junk food and leftover
pizza.  She already could feel the difference in her stomach at the change
of diet when she finished eating.  Strickland then handed the girl a
toothbrush and told her to brush her teeth and return to the guest room to
study.

   "There are two things I'm gonna let you do in that room.  Study, or
sleep.  That's it.  If you're too tired to study, I want you to sleep.  If
you're not sleepy, I want you to study.  And if I catch you doing anything
else, anything other than studying or sleeping...  well, let's just say
there'll be consequences you wouldn't like."

   Noting the student's scared expression, Coach Strickland continued:

   "There're two things you said you couldn't do at your brother's place.
You couldn't sleep, and you couldn't study.  So you'd rather go back and
deal with that big party he's having tonight?"

   "No, ma'am."

   "OK, then you know what you need to do."

   The teacher slapped her right palm against her left hand in a spanking
motion as a warning, then left the room.

   So...  for the next twelve hours Eveline's time alternated between
sleeping and catching up in her class material.  If she was to save the
semester, the task ahead of her was daunting, but if she put in enough time
in the quiet room, she realized she might be able to pull it off.  It was
the first time she had ever studied in the nude, but by that time she
already had been naked non-stop since the middle of the afternoon and the
strangeness of her situation was starting to wear off.  She did as she was
told, alternating between sleeping and studying while her hostess worked on
her computer in the living room.

   She was studying at 2:00 in the morning when she heard the faint sound
of police sirens coming from somewhere that must have been several miles
away.  The sirens were barely audible and never got any closer, but it
sounded like there were a lot of them and their noise continued for over an
hour.  At the time she didn't think anything of the distant emergency.  At
4:00 a.m.  she was tired enough to go back to sleep.

   *****

   By the next morning Coach Strickland could see that Eveline was no
longer tired, but was starting to get restless from hours of reading and
needed to do something more physical.  She decided to have her player work
her upper body.  No, that did not mean going to a gym, it meant spending
the morning gardening.  And, of course, no mention of clothing.  It turned
out Eveline's gardening outfit would be the same as her study outfit.

   The coach surprised her student by wearing nothing but a cheap apron,
her work boots, and a gardening hat.  She was totally naked in the back and
in the front was naked from the waist up.  On hot days that was her normal
gardening outfit.  The coach was not modest about her body at all.  Eveline
couldn't keep her eyes off he hostess's exposed breasts and blushed with
embarrassment every time Strickland caught her looking.  Inwardly
Strickland smiled with satisfaction as Eveline struggled not to stare. 
This is just too easy, she thought to herself.  The coach had plenty of
time to turn Eveline's fascination with her body to her advantage and
plenty of time to think how best to do that.

   The teacher rolled an old-fashion push mower into the yard and showed
Eveline how to push it.

   "Here's the deal.  Since we're not going to the gym today, you'll be
working your upper body, pushing the cutter like I showed you.  I'll come
after you with the rake and pick up the grass.  You'll be sweating before
you're finished, but that's what you need right now."

   Eveline pushed and pushed that damn mower for more than an hour. 
Finally her muscles gave out and she could barely lift her arms, let alone
move that piece of equipment any further.  The coach moved behind her with
the wheelbarrow, irritated that the progress in the yard had come to a
stop.

   However, she handed the student a bottle of water.  The younger woman
drank greedily, then gasped:

   "I...  please, Coach...  Coach Strickland...  I can't...  I can't...  "

   "So you're claiming you've hit total muscle fatigue, young lady?"

   "I...  yes, ma'am...  I can't...  "

   "You know, I really hate the word 'can't'.  I totally hate that fucking
word, because that's what loses games.  It pisses me off."

   "I...  sorry...  "

   "And that's another word I fucking hate.  'Sorry'.  What does that even
mean, anyway?"

   Eveline broke down crying.

   "Please...  I just wanna go home.  I can't...  "

   "Fine.  You got it.  Just to let you know, I use that mower as a
training device for upper body strength to help both me and some of my
players in the game.  That's why I put you on it.  But if you 'can't'
train, then I'll take you back.  You can spend the rest of the day cleaning
up after your drunk brother.  That'll really help your GPA."

   Eveline immediately regretted what she was doing, but she was exhausted
and felt she couldn't back down.  When she continued crying and didn't
respond, the coach snapped:

   "Get your books and get in the car."

   Eveline obeyed and got in the car while Coach Strickland put on a
sweat-suit.  Perhaps it was hypocritical that the coach would be dressed
while Eveline remained naked, but the coach had clothes in her house and
the student did not.

   Eveline resented the difficult choice given to her.  She didn't want to
return to her brother's house, but she didn't see how she could live under
the strict regimen of non-stop homework, exercise, and chores that Coach
Strickland was demanding of her.  Still, she realized that Strickland's
house was the only place where she had any chance of salvaging her future.

   The two women were silent during the trip.  The coach maintained a
neutral expression as she drove.  Her attitude was that whatever happened
would depend on Eveline's actions, not hers.  It was up to Eveline to meet
the demands of Coach Strickland.  The teacher was willing to accommodate
the physical and educational needs of her guest, but was unconcerned about
her desires or convenience.  Her offer to the student was what it was, and
would not change.  Eveline could accept or reject it, but not alter it.

   Eveline was increasingly stressed and miserable as she sulked and tried
to ignore the occasional honk or whistle from surrounding drivers who
noticed she was not wearing anything.  She really didn't want to go back to
her brother's house, and certainly not go there in the nude.  She could
only hope that everyone would still be passed out and she could slip into
her room and get dressed unnoticed.  Then she'd have to figure out what to
do with the rest of the day.  Maybe she could walk to the library.



   Chapter 6 - The House Fire

   A very nasty surprise was waiting for the coach and her student when
they pulled up the street leading to the Rogers' address.  It turned out
Eveline no longer had a home.  The house was burnt to the ground and there
were police barricades placed around the periphery of the property.

   Well, at least Eveline now knew why the sirens were going non-stop the
previous night... .

   Coach Strickland didn't say anything.  She was glad her student wasn't
at home to be involved in the disaster, but she figured that Eveline would
have to decide for herself what she wanted to do, and more importantly,
where she wanted to go.

   Two unpleasant-looking cops approached to chase the women off the
property.  The first thing they asked was why Eveline was naked, to which
the coach responded with the truth.  Eveline and Coach Strickland found out
that the house was not just destroyed by a simple fire, but that a
suspected meth lab had exploded and set off a propane tank and some nearby
gas canisters.  It was a very ugly event, one that caused panic among the
intoxicated party-goers and sent 38 people to the hospital with multiple
fractures and severe burns.  Eveline's brother was also in the hospital,
but was under arrest, along with his girlfriend and various other members
of his gang.

   When the cops realized Eveline was the main culprit's sister, they
started questioning her.  When she admitted she knew about the meth lab,
their questions became more aggressive and totally terrified her.  Coach
Strickland intervened:

   "Excuse me, Officer, is my student being charged with any crime?"

   "Not yet, ma'am.  Right now we just want to talk to her."

   "Not yet.  I see.  Very well, Officer.  Before she says anything more,
I'm gonna have to insist she have a lawyer present."

   "She's not under arrest, so no need for a lawyer ma'am."

   "...  and I'd like to keep it that way, her not being under arrest.  So
I'm afraid there is a need for a lawyer.  Fifth amendment, you know."

   "You need to stop it, ma'am.  Now.  You're impeding an investigation."

   "No, I am not, Officer.  I'm not impeding anything.  You can ask her
whatever you want, after I call my attorney."

   The police and the teacher exchanged some additional unpleasantness and
veiled threats, but it was obvious Coach Strickland was not going to budge
on her insistence that Eveline not say anything more without her lawyer
being present.  The cops didn't have any grounds to arrest Eveline, and
with Strickland present, they couldn't intimidate her.  Finally they jotted
down some information in a notepad and dismissed the two women.

   Eveline was shaking as the cops walked off.  To get her to move, Coach
Strickland suggested they step inside the wrecked house to see if anything
remained of her belongings.  They found nothing.  Eveline was totally
destitute.

   "I...  what am I gonna do, ma'am?"

   The coach put her hands on the student's shoulders.

   "Do you know anyone you can stay with?"

   "Not really."

   "Well then, at this point you have two choices.  I can drop you off at a
homeless shelter, or we can go back to my place."

   "I...  I mean...  you wouldn't mind...  Coach...  after...  ?

   "Well, if you stay with me, there will be a rule.  Just one rule, but
it's an important one.  If I tell you to do something, you will do it the
first time I tell you.  No questions or arguing.  If I have to repeat
something, you're going over my lap."

   Eveline opened her mouth to speak, but Coach Strickland cut her off.

   "Stop right there.  Maybe you're already eighteen, but to me that
doesn't mean anything.  What matters to me is that you haven't completed
the eleventh grade yet, even though at your age, you should have already
graduated.  So, you flunked last year and got held back, didn't you?"

   "I...  yeah...  I did."

   "...  and you obviously can't handle yourself in life.  An example is
what just happened with those two cops.  If you had paid any attention in
civics class, you would've known you didn't have to talk to those guys.  I
shouldn't have had step in to save your ass.  But...  you didn't know any
better, did you?"

   "I guess not."

   "Yeah, I guess not.  So you understand my house rule, young lady?"

   "Yes, ma'am.  I do what you say, the first time."

   "And if you don't?"

   "I...  I mean...  you'll put me over your lap."

   "Good.  And another thing.  Stop putting your hands in front of you all
the time.  That irritates me.  You have a lovely body and you shouldn't
mind showing off.  You'll be old and nasty-looking soon enough, and no one
will want to look at you.  So keep your hands at your sides."

   Reluctantly Eveline did as she was told and uncovered herself.

   "Alright, nothing more to do around here.  Let's head back."

   Coach Strickland wanted to go back to the house and finish up with the
yard, but she remembered that she had not yet done her shopping for the
following week.  Her favorite market specialized in natural foods and
organic fruits and was located in a downtown area.  Fortunately it was on
the way back to her house, but unfortunately all the nearby parking was
full, given that it was mid-day Saturday and the busiest time for shopping.
She had to park in a public garage several blocks from the store.

   Eveline reluctantly got out of the car.  The coach handed her two empty
baskets (the store did not give out bags).  The student took a deep breath.
Surely the coach didn't think she was going to walk several blocks in a
downtown area and go shopping completely naked.

   Noting Eveline's reluctance to move, the coach gave her a sharp slap on
the bottom.

   "Come on, young lady.  We have a lot to do today and I want the shopping
taken care of before we head back."

   Eveline took a deep breath as she followed her coach onto the open
street.  There were hundreds of people wandering about, and it seemed they
all wanted to stare at her.  Fortunately there were only a few whistles and
honks, but it was obvious that most of the passers-by were enjoying the
view.  It took all of Eveline's willpower to avoid dropping the baskets and
covering herself.

   She had no problem entering the store.  The only clothing restriction
was that customers had to wear shoes, which was the one item Eveline had
on. They spent well over an hour in the market.  The coach was very picky
about what items she wanted to buy as she carefully examined each and every
piece of food.  Eveline noted that a lot of other customers, especially
men, also spent an inordinate amount of time in the produce section,
carefully considering what they wanted to purchase.  When they finally went
through the checkout line, Coach Strickland commented:

   "Since I'm buying food for both of us, the least you can do is carry
it."

   So...  the women walked several blocks with Eveline loaded down with two
very heavy baskets.  The baskets were the least of Eveline's worries,
however.  By the time they got back to the car, several thousand lucky
pedestrians and drivers had seen her uncovered body.

   Eveline was exasperated that the coach seemed oblivious to her
predicament.  She couldn't wait to get back to her gym locker and retrieve
her one remaining set of clothing.  That moment couldn't come soon enough.

   The coach and her guest returned to the house and put away the food,
while Eveline tried to calm her nerves from having been completely naked in
public for several hours.  After the food was put away Coach Strickland
decided they had rested enough to finish up the yard.

   Fortunately there was not much left to be done.  Eveline finished her
portion of the yard work within 20 minutes and the coach filled the
wheelbarrow for the last time.  Without thinking about what she was doing,
the student stared at her mentor's breasts.  The coach turned around, put
her arms at her sides and commented:

   "Young lady, what did I tell you about staring at other people's bodies?
It's not polite."

   Eveline blushed furiously.  She couldn't think of a response.  The coach
continued:

   "Since you can't seem to get it out of your system, I want you to spend
some time carefully studying me.  Look me over as much as you want.  Keep
your eyes on my body, and especially my tits, until you are satisfied. 
Let's get this over with, so we can move on."

   Eveline trembled as she forced herself to stare at her hostess.  After
several very long minutes of silence, Coach Strickland spoke again:

   "Alright, young lady, let's hope you're done.  Now we need to clean up.
We'll use the hot tub room.  If you want, we'll sit together in the larger
tub, where we'll both fit.  How does that sound?  Would you like that?"

   Eveline responded in a trembling voice:

   "Y...  Yes, ma'am."

   A few minutes later, two tired sweaty women settled into the hot tub. 
Eveline vaguely hoped that her coach would let her soap and touch her
breasts.  However, the coach sat down and pulled the student in front,
positioning her so she could run her hands up and down her chest.  As the
coach fondled her, Eveline became aroused.

   At that moment she no longer thought being constantly naked was scary or
embarrassing.  Instead, she found it intensely erotic.  She was discovering
a part of herself she never knew existed.

   The coach was amazed by how quickly her player was submitting to
anything she wanted.  She realized she had the opportunity to assume
complete control over Eveline if she handled the situation properly. 
Strange, just a couple of days before, becoming the mistress of a wayward
18-year-old had not occurred to her.  Now that the opportunity was in front
of her, Coach Strickland decided to take advantage of it.  She always had
thought that Eveline was kind of cute.  Now the young woman would belong to
her.

   After they dried off, Coach Strickland sat down and ordered her guest to
approach her.  As soon as she was within reach, the hostess grabbed Emily's
hand and forced her to lie over her lap.  As she felt a firm hand exploring
her backside, Emily was scared, thinking she was about to receive a hard
spanking.  The older woman spent a long time massaging the lovely bottom
that now was at her mercy.  Eventually the touches had their effect on the
girl and she relaxed.  Then she spread her legs and lifted her bottom up a
bit, in an involuntary invitation for the coach to explore her further.  As
Strickland gently ran her fingertips between the bottom-cheeks she
commented:

   "I plan to put you over my lap often, young lady.  However, you can see
that it doesn't have to be unpleasant."

   "I...  uh...  I...  Yes, ma'am".

   "It all depends on your behavior, Eveline.  It all depends on you.  Do
you want to feel pain or pleasure?"

   "I...  uh...  pleasure...  please."

   "Then I expect you to do what I tell you.  I expect complete obedience
from you.  Give me that, and I will reward you."

   "Oh...  yes...  Ohhhhh."

   Coach Strickland ordered the student to enter the hot-tub and rinse off
following that wild session over her lap.  Then, as soon as Eveline
recovered from her orgasm, she was to drain out the water, wipe down the
tub, put the towels in the wash, and return to her room to continue
studying.  The girl answered with the expected "yes, ma'am" and did as she
was told.

   Eveline spent the rest of the afternoon reviewing her chemistry texts in
her room.  She wanted her hostess to see that she was trying to salvage her
scholastic situation.  She wanted to prove herself to her new mistress, to
please her hostess and to give her the complete obedience she had promised
while she lie helpless and gasping over her thighs.  It seemed for the
first time her life had real focus and she could concentrate on a
meaningful goal.

   Only 24 hours had passed since her key broke in her locker.  So many
things had happened over the past day, that it seemed much longer than
that.

   *****

   By sunset, Eveline was tired of studying and had become very hungry. 
Coach Strickland had spent the entire afternoon working on her projects, so
she was equally hungry and tired of reading.

   The student expected her hostess to either fix dinner or order her to
prepare dinner.  However, she would learn that Sunday was the day the coach
set aside for cooking and that she preferred to dine out on Saturday
nights. The hostess announced that they would be going to one of her
favorite restaurants and that she had already called ahead to make
reservations and to ensure Eveline's lack of attire would not be a problem.
Not wanting to lose a long-term customer, the manager responded that Coach
Strickland was welcome to bring her naked guest.

   Eveline was nervous about going public for the second time in the nude,
but she was not terrified like she had been when she followed her mentor
around the downtown area.  She would not be walking along crowded city
streets and had the benefit of darkness to ensure far fewer people would be
seeing her.  Besides, she couldn't forget her time in the hot-tub and that
wonderful session over the older woman's lap.  She wanted more and she knew
how to get more.  She needed to show "complete obedience".

   Dinner was uncomfortable for Eveline, but not because she was the only
naked person in the restaurant.  Coach Strickland talked about her studies
and grilled her about what she had learned over the past 24 hours.  It
seemed that her hostess knew the material of her chemistry class and what
she needed to do to pass the course.  By the time dinner was finished,
Eveline was so concentrated on what she needed to do the following day to
prepare for her next test that she had totally forgotten that she was naked
in public.



   Chapter 7 - N.I.P.  with the Basketball Team

   After they returned to the house, Coach Strickland noticed that Eveline
seemed a bit pre-occupied as the evening wore on.  She was sure that the
problem was not the girl's lack of attire, because she seemed to be getting
used to being naked.

   When the older woman asked the student if everything was all right,
Eveline replied that she was worried about the fact her cell phone had been
left in her school locker and she had not had a chance to check her
messages for nearly two days.  Two days is a long time for a person of
Eveline's generation to go without checking her phone.  The coach seemed
sympathetic.

   "Yes, sweetie, it's no fun to be cut-off from everyone, is it?  Well,
we'll see about fixing that."

   Eveline's hopes rose, thinking that maybe the coach could somehow help
her get into her gym locker, and that she'd be able to retrieve more than
just her cell phone.  However, her hostess took her back to the house and
logged onto her computer.

   "Your cell-phone account is connected to an e-mail address, right?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Good.  Then all you have to do is log into your e-mail and you'll be
able to retrieve your messages."

   Eveline took a deep breath as she logged into her e-mail account.  The
coach stood over her with her hand on the student's shoulder, as she
carefully observed while she enter her password.  There were several
threatening messages from her brother's debt-collectors, a couple of
class-assignment postings, and a message from one of Eveline's teammates
inviting her to go out with their group the following day to just hang out.

   As much as Eveline wanted to have a break with her teammates, she
started to type that she couldn't go.  The coach stopped her.

   "What's going on, young lady?  Being a bit anti-social?"

   "No, ma'am...  I just kinda thought...  well, you know...  my
situation...  "

   "What's that have to do with anything?  Just because your house burned
down doesn't mean you're suddenly a hermit."

   "No, really...  I just kinda...  you know...  without my clothes...  "

   "Don't be ridiculous!  You went out with me today, so you can go out
with your teammates tomorrow.  I'll give you some spending money."

   "But, I...  "

   Coach Strickland's hand clamped down on the student's shoulder.  Her
grip seemed incredibly strong and her voice became very stern.

   "Are you arguing with me, young lady?"

   "No, ma'am."

   "Then knock it off with the loner bull-shit!  Write her back and tell
her where to pick you up, which will be here.  Put down my phone number as
the contact.  I don't know if word about your house burning down has gotten
around, so you probably should let her know."

   With her heart pounding and her coach reading as she typed, Eveline
responded to the text message, stating that she would be happy to join her
teammates the next day.

   She couldn't believe this was actually happening...

   *****

   Eveline's teammates came over to their coach's house early the following
day.  They weren't yet sure what they wanted to do, but figured they would
decide on their plans once they were all in one place.

   Coach Strickland had a plate of whole-grain biscuits and mineral water
(caffeine and anything with corn syrup were strictly off-limits to her
players) ready for Eveline's guests as soon as they had gathered in the
living room.

   Eveline had to greet and serve her teammates completely naked.  The
coach had never mentioned anything to her about clothing, and by the
beginning of her third day with her mentor, Eveline knew better than to
ask. The previous night's grip on her shoulder and Strickland's sudden,
sinister change of voice resolved any remaining doubt in the student's mind
on that issue.

   Eveline's classmates stared at her in fascination as she moved about the
room, serving them in the nude as though she was a waitress.  Eveline's
companions had seen her naked plenty of times in the locker room and during
the team's "gymnos" practices, but to see her in their coach's house and
know that she had not worn anything for nearly three days intrigued them.
While serving, she had to explain about the broken key in the locker room
and what happened at her brother's house.

   So Eveline was now their coach's permanent guest and completely at her
mercy.  Wow...

   And...  it turned out that she would remain naked when they took her out
of the house.  Each of them was thinking how the group could have some fun
with their friend's dilemma.  A couple of the girls had brought
high-quality digital cameras with them, so Eveline's day of nude adventures
would be well-documented.

   Eveline's teammates often liked to just walk around downtown on the
weekends, since there no longer was a real mall in the area and going to
the local big-box stores to hang out didn't cut it.  The local downtown
stores opened up early, including on Sunday mornings, to be ready to catch
shoppers before lunchtime.  There was always plenty to do downtown, even
for high school students.

   Eveline was used to going out with the others, even though she rarely
had any money to spend.  She had always been desperate to get out of her
brother's house before he and his girlfriend woke up and put her to work
cleaning up their latest mess.  So the call to go out with the group and
Eveline's acceptance was nothing unusual.

   Of course, on that particular Sunday morning, Eveline's complete lack of
clothing was a novelty.  The others were fascinated by the strange turn of
events in their teammate's life and were eager to see what would happen
when they did their Sunday morning rounds with a naked companion. 
Fortunately, it was not illegal to be naked in public in Eveline's town,
but in the downtown area it certainly was not normal and not something one
saw every day.

   So, they'd make their morning rounds as usual.  In fact, given that it
was a very pleasant morning, the students decided to walk around much more
than they normally would.  They figured they'd stay out for about three
hours, have lunch somewhere, and then go to several local landmarks for
some group pictures.

   *****

   Eveline had a lot of personal issues and weaknesses that she was dealing
with.  One of her biggest shortcomings was that she was desperate for
acceptance, and would do literally anything to try to fit in.  Jenny knew
that about her teammate, so she decided to push Eveline's weakness in an
effort to dominate her completely.

   Jenny insisted on holding her hand the entire time the students moved
about.  Eveline did not know what to make of her team captain's strange
behavior, but she noticed that Jenny was not only massaging the palm of her
hand with her thumb, but also looking at her with a weird intensity. 
Eveline was very uneasy with the bizarre new development of Jenny's blatant
advances, but did not dare try to pull her hand away.

   One of the stops was at a city park.  The team took group pictures, but
then Jenny decided she wanted pictures of herself alone with Eveline.  She
pulled her naked teammate in front of a stone platform performance set up
for public performances and speeches and lined her up for the camera.  She
couldn't resist caressing Eveline's soft bare skin and telling her how
pretty she was.

   Eveline's heart was pounding.  She forced a smile as the camera went
off. OK, so Jenny now had her pictures with Eveline.  Better to say that
Jenny now had her first pictures with Eveline.  First out of many, most
likely.

   Eveline wondered if there was any way the day could get more stressful.
Poor girl...  what a silly thing to wonder about.  Well, she'd get that
answer soon enough.

   One of Eveline's teammates had just bought an expensive digital camera
and was eager to try it out during the group's Sunday outing.  She bragged
the camera was so precise that "it can get your razor stubble from across
the room." And that was no lie.  The device did indeed take very
high-quality pictures.  There was no question that every minute detail of
Eveline's body was being thoroughly documented in the camera's memory card.
All of Eveline's teammates, not just Jenny, wanted to have pictures of
themselves hugging or holding hands with their naked companion.

   Jenny decided to push even harder.  Her cell phone included a
loudspeaker that played music almost as well as a boom box.  She decided it
would be fun to have Eveline do a dance performance for the benefit of her
teammates and anyone else standing around in the park.  She didn't exactly
order Eveline to dance, but instead used psychology and encouragement, with
dares and support of the rest of the team.  Before she had time to really
think about what she was doing, Eveline took off her shoes and complied
with the wishes of her friends.  She danced to several of Jenny's favorite
songs, while the rest of the team cheered, applauded, and encouraged her to
continue.

   Meanwhile, Monique, the teammate with the camera, took picture after
picture of Eveline.  Her camera had a direct feed to Jenny's email address,
which in turn fed directly to several on-line image-posting accounts. 
Jenny's accounts were open and she had hundreds of on-line friends. 
Eveline's pictures "went viral" almost immediately after Monique took them.

   Jenny was blissfully unaware that, by the end of the day, she would
deeply regret having set up the automated photo-sharing arrangement with
her on-line accounts.

   *****

   While Eveline was dancing and posing for pictures in an effort to please
her teammates, her heart jumped when she saw that a new classmate had
joined her audience, a male student.  It was Lance Comstock.  And Lance was
not just any classmate: he was the guy with whom she had a secret crush
over the past year.  Lance happened to be passing through the park, and saw
her dancing and stopped to watch.  He had noticed Eveline plenty of times
in the hallways and in class and thought she was kinda cute, but was
clueless that she actually liked him.

   He was fascinated by what he was seeing.  Eveline, who always seemed so
shy in school, was out in the middle of a park dancing in the nude, as
though she were a Druid priestess.  His heart pounded as he suddenly
realized he badly wanted her.  One doesn't come across a girl who likes to
run around naked in public everyday.  He had always fantasized about having
a "free-spirited" girlfriend, and here was such a girl, right in front of
him.  He knew that she didn't have a boyfriend.  Hmmm...

   Eveline was totally winded after having danced non-stop to eight rapid
pop songs.  At that point Jenny made a mistake that messed-up her plan to
control Eveline.  After taking more pictures, she encouraged Lance to talk
to her, figuring that the conversation would further embarrass her teammate
and further isolate her.  In fact, quite the opposite was about to happen,
that a classmate with whom Eveline had secretly been in love with was about
to express his interest in her.

   At first Eveline was totally panicked about being left alone with Lance.
But, as he rambled on about admiring her "free spirit", it dawned on
Eveline what he wanted.  She couldn't believe what she was hearing.  He
actually was interested in her?  Really?

   Eveline realized what Jenny was up to and wanted to get away from her.
For the first time in her life, she summoned the courage to actually ask
someone for a favor.

   "I...  Lance...  can you like...  take me somewhere?  Anywhere? 
Please?"

   And, with that, Eveline said goodbye to her teammates and her shocked
team captain.  She departed with Lance, and Jenny's fun came to an abrupt
end.

   They walked to where Lance had parked his car.  Trying to think of
something that would fill a large portion of the day, he invited Eveline to
go hiking with him in a nearby state forest park.  At first she thought
about asking him to get her some clothes, but he seemed so fascinated with
the "free-spirited" illusion that she figured it would be better to let him
keep thinking that she was naked because she wanted to be.  After she got
into her locker the next day and retrieved her outfit, she'd have to let
him know that it was due to a bunch of weird mishaps that she had lost all
her clothing.  She'd have to confess that she was not a "free-spirit", but
that could wait.  For the moment she'd simply enjoy her little victory over
Jenny and see if Lance was serious about being with her.



   Chapter 8 - Jenny's Hard Lesson

   Meanwhile, trouble was brewing for Jenny.  She received a text from her
coach.

   "Young lady, get over to my house, right now, if you want to stay on the
team.  And I mean - NOW!"

   The festive mood among the team members ended in an instant as they all
fell silent.  None of the other players volunteered to go with their team
captain.  They slipped away and quietly went back to their homes, leaving
Jenny to face whatever crisis she had to deal with alone.

   Jenny dutifully went to Strickland's house.  Obviously unpleasantness
awaited her, but she didn't know what it would be.

   It turned out Strickland knew how to access social media accounts and
secretly followed a lot of her students' online activities.  For the most
part it was a precautionary move to make sure the girls weren't doing
anything that would cause problems for the school or the team.  Given that
she had put so much effort into promoting Jenny and obtaining scholarships
for her, the coach was especially interested in anything her team's leader
was doing while on-line.  Within minutes after they were taken, the coach
was alerted that Eveline's pictures were being posted to a bunch of
different social media accounts and personal blogs.

   Strickland was totally furious that Jenny had made Eveline do all that
stuff in the park and was trying to turn her into a naked Internet
celebrity.  Her reaction was not so much sympathy for Eveline as it was
anger that Jenny was trying to usurp control of her house-guest and had
undercut her authority.

   "Listen, young lady!  There is only one boss around here, and that's me!
Not you!  Get it?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "You fucked up!  You really fucked up and pissed me off!  You know how I
don't like fuck-ups!  You know that!  And you know what happens to fuck-ups
around here, don't you?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "So let's hear it!  What happens to fuck-ups?"

   "They...  we...  they... .  uh...  get punished...  "

   "Exactly!  So, get those clothes off and stand next to the wall!  I'll
give you some time to think about fucking up, and what happens to stupid
girl-jocks who piss off their coaches!"

   Jenny reluctantly took off her clothes and positioned herself facing the
wall.  She had no choice in the matter, not if she cared about her future.
Coach Strickland had nominated her for a full sports scholarship at the
state's most prestigious university.  If she didn't do what the coach told
her, Strickland could rescind the recommendation and she'd have to pay for
college herself.  She'd go horribly into debt and end up working as a
barista, just like most other students.

   Jenny was worried that Coach Strickland might be planning to spank her
with the paddle that she often used as the "motivator" during the team's
"remedial" practices.  She was surprised when her mentor instead sat down
on her sofa, grabbed her hand, and pulled her across her lap. 
Unfortunately for Jenny, she had just celebrated her 18th birthday a few
weeks before.  She was of legal age, so there was nothing to stop the coach
from caressing her bare bottom.  When she tried to tense up, the older
woman ordered her to relax her muscles, or she would be kicked off the
team. Given that tens of thousands of dollars of scholarship money was at
stake, Jenny forced herself to relax and allow the coach to explore her
thin muscular backside.

   "Keep in mind you can get up and walk out the door any time you want,
but if you do, don't bother coming to practice anymore."

   Jenny started trembling with fear as the coach caressed her bottom, but
did not dare move from the coach's lap.  Strickland was deeply satisfied as
she continued fondling Jenny's unprotected backside and re-asserted her
dominance.

   Jenny blushed with her body reacted to Strickland's touches.  She got
wet as soon as she felt her mentor's fingers exploring between her legs.

   "Well, young lady.  Don't we have our interesting little secrets? 
Hmmm?"

   The pleasurable sensations from Strickland's fingertips didn't last
long. The coach rested her hand on Jenny's bottom and commented:

   "I'd imagine you think you're getting a break, you know, with me
spanking you with my hand.  Well, not exactly.  You see, young lady, I want
to stretch this out as long as I can, and a paddle or strap would speed up
our little discipline session.  That's not what I want.  Besides, your
scrawny little ass doesn't give me much to work with.  I want to take a
nice, long hour or two.  Give you plenty of time to think about how much
you fucked up with your teammate, how much you pissed me off, and how
you're going to make it up to me."

   Jenny squealed and squirmed from the first hard slap on her bare bottom.
It was just from Strickland's hand, but she was incredibly strong and the
swat stung like hell.

   SLAP!!!  SLAP!!!  SLAP!!!  SLAP!!!  SLAP!!!  SLAP!!!

   The coach took her time, spanking very hard, but with the swats spaced
apart so that Jenny could feel and appreciate each one.  The girl squirmed,
but she knew better than to try to get up or beg for mercy.

   After nearly an hour, Coach Strickland stopped spanking.  The student's
bottom was burning with pain, but so far she had managed not to cry.  She
was relieved that the spanking was finally over.  Except that it wasn't
over at all.  The coach had only stopped because she wanted to force the
culprit to stand so she could swat her from a different angle.  Jenny's
relief turned into despair when Strickland dragged one of her large living
room chairs into the middle of the room and told the student to spread her
legs, grab the back, and bend over.  Strickland grabbed her shoulder to
help steady her, and continued spanking.  Jenny's legs were shaking and her
body heaved with sobs.

   Finally, the physical part of her punishment concluded, but Coach
Strickland was not finished.  While Jenny stood crying and rubbing her sore
backside as she tried to recover, the coach set up a camera on a tripod. 
She ordered Jenny to face the camera as soon as she quieted down and dried
her tears.

   "You seem to like pictures, so I'd like to take some nice ones of you.
I'm sure, after what you posted of Eveline, you won't mind at all, now will
you?"

   Coach Strickland took a series of pictures of her teary-eyed student,
making sure both the girl's face and her sore bottom appeared in as many of
the photos as possible.  She was surprised by how compliant Jenny had
become during the photo-shoot: it was as though Strickland had totally
broken her.  Completely breaking Jenny was not exactly what Strickland was
after.  She always liked Jenny, and didn't want to see her change.  Also,
the team captain would not be of any use to the other players if she
remained in such a defeated mood.

   What Coach Strickland wanted was to establish that only she was in
control over what happened to Eveline and that her houseguest was not
Jenny's plaything.  She also wanted to ensure that Jenny would delete
Eveline's pictures from her account as soon as she could get back on her
computer.  While it was true the pictures already had gone viral and
hundreds of copies were circulating around the Internet, the coach figured
there would be much less damage if the original source of the images was
removed.  The pictures would remain floating around and getting re-posted,
but if no one knew where they came from, over time they would be buried
among millions of other anonymous images of naked young women.

   While Jenny stood quietly watching, Strickland put her camera away.

   "I have several dozen pictures of you.  You're of legal age, so, if I
want, I can post them at any time.  I'd imagine you'd prefer I not do
that."

   Jenny stood silently, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

   "Answer the question, young lady."

   "No ma'am, I...  I wish...  you wouldn't post 'em."

   "So that means your ass is now mine.  We can make this interesting. 
What are you willing to do to keep those pictures off the Internet?"

   "I'll do whatever you want."

   "Well, to start out with, I think you can figure out what I want you to
do about Eveline's pictures.  In fact, I'd like you to completely delete
the accounts and profiles you used to post them.  Better yet, I think you
should go off-line for a bit.  Concentrate on training and playing."

   Jenny felt sick.  Delete her social media accounts and go off-line. 
That was harsh.  She was expecting a sexual penalty, and for that she was
ready.  But to delete her profiles and go off-line...  Wow...

   Still, she had no choice.  She didn't want her parents knowing about her
behavior, nor did she want to lose her scholarship money.  So, going
off-line it would be.  She forced herself to respond:

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Yes, ma'am, what?  Tell me, in your own words, what you're going to
do."

   "I...  I'll delete my profiles...  and my accounts...  "

   "More than that, young lady.  Don't forget, you're going completely
off-line until you graduate.  The only time you're touching a computer is
for school assignments and college correspondence.  And anything like that
you're doing from my computer, not yours.  That's it.  Get it?

   Jenny sobbed: "Yes, ma'am."

   "Now, let's get those files deleted!"

   Jenny stood at her mentor's computer, (her butt was still too sore for
her to sit down).  With Strickland staring over her shoulder, she logged
into her social media accounts for the last time.  She felt sick as she
began mass-deleting images and messages.  To her, going off-line was the
harshest punishment she could possibly endure, but what choice did she
have? As Strickland said, the coach now owned her ass.  She could post
Jenny's pictures at any time, kick her off the team, rescind her
scholarship recommendation, or even tell her parents about her behavior.

   For each of her accounts she posted a final message.

   "Taking a year off.  Going off the grid.  Will B back next summer.  Love
U all.  Bye."

   *****

   Eveline and Lance returned to Coach Strickland's house just as Jenny was
leaving.  Jenny walked stiffly, had a miserable expression on her face, and
seemed totally unaware of her surroundings.  She walked right past Eveline
and Lance without acknowledging them.  It wasn't that she was ignoring
them: she seemed not to notice they were even there.

   Lance was bewildered by the odd sight, but Eveline knew her coach well
enough to realize that Jenny must have just been punished.  Still, the team
captain's situation was not normal.  Everyone on the team had endured
plenty of paddlings in the gym, but as far as Eveline knew, this was the
first time any of the players had reported to Strickland's house for
punishment.

   Later Eveline would learn that it was not her sore butt that was making
Jenny so miserable.  Really that was nothing.  Coach Strickland had hit her
where it really hurt - her on-line life.

   *****

   Coach Strickland opened the door for Eveline and her new boyfriend.  She
already knew that Eveline had taken off with Lance to get away from Jenny,
but now it was obvious the two students were infatuated with each other. 
At first the coach was not pleased with Eveline's relationship.  Prior to
that afternoon, she had no way of knowing about the unspoken feelings that
Eveline and Lance had for each other, or that in the course of a single
hike and a few hours of chatting those feelings would develop into a
full-blown romance.

   The coach knew better than to do anything overt to interfere with
Eveline's new love.  There was the possibility that, if she expressed any
skepticism about Lance, Eveline would simply rebel and become even more
determined to stay with him.  Since she was already 18, there was even the
possibility she could run off with him, and there wouldn't be a thing
Strickland could legally do about it.

   Besides, Lance seemed like a decent-enough fellow, so maybe this was
something positive after-all.  Instead of considering any effort to break
up the new couple, the coach pondered how to turn the Eveline's
relationship with him to her advantage.  She invited him and Eveline to sit
down in the living room to get to know him and figure out his personality
and tastes.

   Trying to sound as cheerful and chatty as possible, she moved the
conversation to prompt him to explain what he saw in Eveline.  When he
mentioned that he was thrilled to see her dancing in the park and that he
liked her naked "free spirit", Strickland realized that she had what she
needed to turn Eveline's romance to suit her plans for her house-guest.

   "Yes, she is indeed a free spirit, and that's something I admire about
her too.  It's really hard to be that way, to want to live a free-spirited
lifestyle, with the way our school and our town are.  I don't want to see
her lose that part of herself, so I'm counting on you to support and
encourage her.  If you promise to do that, then I'm totally good with you
going out with her."

   "Sure, Coach Strickland, I'll do my best."

   "And that especially goes with her feelings about clothing and wanting
to be free from it.  I really want you to give her lots of support and
reinforcement, because that's very important to her and she needs to pursue
her beliefs."

   "Of course, Coach Strickland"

   "Then you'll watch over her?"

   "Yes, Coach Strickland."

   "Thanks.  That's wonderful.  Having someone as understanding as you are
in her life to support her certainly sets my mind at ease."

   The sun already had set when Lance left the coach's house.  Eveline went
outside to say goodbye to him.  She was thrilled about being with him, even
though their relationship had started under very strange circumstances. 
She still didn't understand exactly what her coach was after, but she did
realize Strickland had just made it impossible to tell Lance the truth
about her situation.  After that conversation in the livingroom, how on
earth could she tell him the entire "free-spirit" thing was just a bunch of
fiction and the nothing more than the result of a series of freak
accidents?

   Well, that was a problem she'd have to deal with tomorrow.  In the
meantime she could enjoy a nice, romantic goodnight kiss.

   Coach Strickland sent Eveline to her room to study.  The fun was over
and now the student had to worry about the next day.  Yes, the studying was
important, but Eveline's real concern was how to get to school before
anyone else arrived and finally access her remaining set of clothing.



   Chapter 9 - The Plumbing Disaster

   The next morning Coach Strickland asked Eveline if she wanted to go to
school by bus, or if she wanted to ride in her car.  The coach was
expecting Eveline to answer that she'd want to go by car, but the student
surprised her by telling her that she wanted to get some exercise and would
jog to school.  The coach smiled:

   "Streaking, huh?  OK, have fun out there.  Just make sure you get
cleaned up before showing up at class."

   She left the house just as the sun was coming up, and began the
three-mile trek to her school.  She ran as fast as she could non-stop.  She
was winded and her side hurt from the exertion, but was very motivated to
keep going.  As Strickland always said: "good motivation leads to a good
workout."

   Eveline's plan was to talk to the school custodian before any of her
teachers or classmates showed up.  Certainly she could get him to open up
her locker, maybe by drilling the lock, plucking out the key fragment with
special pliers, or taking the hinges off the door.  The janitor seemed nice
enough, and surly would be sympathetic to her plight.  Then she could get
dressed, have a normal day in class, and her bizarre nude adventure would
finally be over.

   *****

   When Eveline got to the school, there was a overwhelming smell of raw
sewage as she approached the gym area.  She saw that all the doors were
open and several large fans were blowing in the hallway.  There was a row
of cones at the door and a "No Entrance" sign.  She ignored it and ran
towards the door to the girls' locker room, but there were more cones
surrounding the entrance, and the smell was much more intense.

   The janitor was standing outside with some buckets and was in a foul
mood.  As soon as he saw the naked student he snapped:

   "Young lady, you get out of this area, now!  And get some clothes on!"

   "Please Mr.  Newhart!  That's my problem!  My clothes are in there! 
I've got to get 'em out!  Please help me!"

   The janitor calmed down, but his exasperated expression gave way to one
of irritated resignation.

   "Missy, I'm real sorry about that, but you ain't gettin' no clothes
outta there.  Toilets backed up over the weekend.  Sprayed shit all over,
and I mean everywhere, on everything."

   "But...  "

   "I kept tellin' ya'll, but you didn't wanna listen, did ya?  Don't put
them damn lady products in the toilets!  That's what happened, young lady!
You and your friends flushin' them damn lady products!  I kept tellin' ya!
They don't go nowhere when ya flush 'em!"

   Eveline felt sick, but not from the sewage smell.  All she could say
was:

   "Oh...  shit...  "

   "Yep, that's what it is, alright.  And lots of it, too.  All over.  Even
got into the lights.  Now you run-along, Missy.  Health Department's got a
haz-mat team comin' over and you ain't 'sposed to be here."

   Eveline was filled with horror and dismay as she left the gym. 
Throughout the entire weekend she had desperately looked forward to Monday,
when she would finally be able to retrieve her clothing from her locker and
resume a normal life.  Well, it turned out that her only remaining clothing
was soaked with raw sewage and she would never see it again.  It turned out
that the only clothing Eveline still owned and had access to was a single
pair of shoes and one pair of socks.

   She didn't want to go back outside and risk having other students and
teachers seeing her.  Instead she ran to the classroom where Coach
Strickland taught a couple of math classes before she did her daily P.E. 
courses.  Eveline would have to wait for her coach and hope that her mentor
would finally have a solution to her clothing catastrophe.  Surly this
couldn't go on.  Surly no one expected her to spend the day naked in
school.

   As she sat on her coach's desk, waiting for her to show up, Eveline
thought about a common nightmare people have, being stuck in school with no
clothes.  Well, this was no nightmare.  She really was stuck in school with
no clothes.  She was stranded in her teacher's classroom, sitting on the
teacher's desk helplessly waiting, totally naked.

   *****

   Coach Strickland showed up a few minutes after Eveline locked herself in
the classroom.  She banged on the door to be let in.  It was obvious she
was not in a good mood.

   "Young lady, you just violated a school rule!  You know these doors have
to stay unlocked if there is a student in the room.  You know that!  So why
did you lock the door?"

   "I...  well...  you know...  my clothes situation...  I didn't think...
that...  "

   "What's that have to do with anything?  You're damn lucky it was I who
got here, and not anyone else!  A locked classroom door is a three-day
suspension!  You know that!"

   "Ma'am...  please...  I...  "

   "And another thing!  You ran out of the house without your books!  I'm
the one who had to bring them!  What were you thinking?  That you were
gonna have recess all day?"

   "Well...  I kinda thought that with the running...  I shouldn't...  "

   "And that's another thing.  Why did you want to run to school today? 
Why today, of all days?"

   Eveline swallowed.  She knew better than to lie.  It looked like she was
in enough trouble as it was.

   "I was kinda hoping...  you know...  Mr.  Newhart...  he could open my
locker...  and I'd get...  you know...  my clothes...  "

   "That's very inconsiderate of you, now isn't it?  That poor man has a
lot on his plate, and here you are, barging into a restricted area and
bugging him, when he's got a whole locker room full of exploding shit to
contend with!  And you think your damn clothes are more important!  Just
who the hell do you think you are?"

   "I guess...  I guess I shouldn't have done it...  Coach Strickland...  "

   "There.  The first smart thing you've said all day!  You shouldn't have
done it!  Now, let me tell you something, young lady!  Right now you're
skating on very thin ice!  One more fuck-up from you today, just one more
fuck-up, and tonight we're gonna spend some quality time with my dad's big
leather belt!  Is that what you want, young lady?"

   "I...  I don't want you to be mad at me, ma'am...  "

   "Or how about I tell Lance about your behavior?"

   "No, ma'am...  please...  "

   "Then you'd better turn this day around, and fast!  Right now you are
really trying my patience!"

   Eveline was terrified.  She knew she'd better not mention anything more
about clothing.  Apparently Coach Strickland expected her to spend the
entire day at school in the nude.  It turned out that her last chance at
getting dressed in her own clothing vanished when those toilets exploded.



   Chapter 10 - Naked in School

   Eveline's stress-level went down only slightly when Strickland changed
the subject:

   "By the way, I talked to Mrs.  Comstock.  I'm pulling you out of study
hall and you're going to be spending your first hour of the day in here
with me as my student aide.  Study hall's a total waste of time: for
losers, retards, and drop-outs.  You're not a retard and you're not
dropping out of school if I have anything to say about it, so you're out of
study hall.  I need some assistance in here anyway.  Now help me set up."

   By regulations established by the school district, physical education
instructors and coaches such as Jamie Strickland were required to teach at
least two hours of an academic subject in order to spend the rest of their
day teaching gym classes.  In Strickland's case that meant two hours of
Algebra II.  Algebra II was a course intended for mediocre juniors and
seniors who needed a extra math credit to graduate or apply for college,
but who were not capable of handling Geometry or any of the school's other
higher-level math courses.  Students like Eveline, for example.  Eveline
had the same class herself, with a different teacher, later in the day.

   The student knew that she was going to be naked in the classroom with 25
fellow students.  Her nude-in-public debut at school would began as soon as
the bell rang and students started filing into the classroom.  Eveline had
thought that she'd simply sit in the back of the room, slouching and trying
to hide herself as best she could.

   Wrong.  Strickland ordered her student to place her books on a work
table under the window, right next to the teacher's desk.

   "But...  where am I gonna sit?"

   "Sit?  You're not gonna sit.  This is a full class and there's no extra
seats.  Anyhow, that's not why you're here."

   Strickland handed the student a sheet of paper covered with algebra
equations and unsolved problems and a marker for whiteboards.

   "Start writing these problems on the board, in the same order I put them
on the paper.  And make sure you leave enough space below each of them to
write in the solutions later on."

   For a moment the teenager stood stupefied, holding the paper in one hand
and the marker in the other.

   "What are you waiting for?  Get started."

   The nude-at-school nightmare just kept getting worse and worse.  With
both of her hands occupied, she wouldn't even be able to use them to cover
herself.  Her only option would be to keep her back turned to the class as
much as possible while she wrote.  She remained facing the wall when the
bell rang and students filed into the classroom.  Their hallway chatter
ceased immediately as soon as they saw their naked classmate.  They fell
dead silent as they took their seats and stared as Strickland took
attendance and Eveline continued to write on the board.  A couple of the
male students attempted to take out their cell phones to get pictures of
the incredible sight.  A harsh look from their teacher let them know that
was a really bad idea and those phones needed to disappear immediately.

   Eveline spent the next hour standing at the chalkboard, trying to ignore
the gaping expressions of the first-period algebra class.  The teacher
called on her students to come up with solutions to the example problems on
the board, and Eveline had to write the answers so the class could discuss
whether the guesses were correct or wrong and why.  Eveline had studied for
the exact same class later in the day, so hearing her classmates struggle
with answers did re-enforce her own studying from the previous night.

   Throughout a very long hour being on display to her peers, Eveline
wondered if it was really possible she'd be going to her other classes
without being allowed to get dressed.  Surly the school principal would
have something to say about the matter.  Certainly he'd shoot down the idea
that a student could attend his school in the nude.  Eveline waited for the
hour to end, hoping that someone would finally say something and her coach
would be forced to provide her with an outfit.

   Coach Strickland gave her first-hour class a pop-quiz during the final
ten minutes of the lesson.  She took advantage of the break to type a
letter, which she printed, signed, and placed in a sealed envelope.  She
then handed the envelope to Eveline and told her to take it to the
principal's office.

   Eveline rushed out the door, desperate to make it to the main office
before the bell ran.  Already 30 students had watched her and studied her
bare bottom for nearly an hour.  The last thing she needed was for the
entire hallway to be full of classmates while she was streaking around the
school.  She was worried about getting into trouble for being naked, but
she assumed that once she made it to the office, she'd be forced to get
dressed.  There was no way this could go on.  Surly the principal and the
school district wouldn't allow it.

   When she entered the principal's office, Eveline was surprised when she
saw the school's newest receptionist, the one who worked directly for him.
The woman was tall, thin, and couldn't have been more than 21.  She was
gorgeous, but looked about as intelligent as a Barbie doll.  Eveline was
most surprised, however, by what the receptionist was wearing, which was
not much at all.  She had a skimpy dark green matching outfit consisting of
a very short mini-skirt that barely reached to the tops of her thighs, and
a skimpy top that looked more like something you'd expect to see on the
beach.

   The receptionist's outfit slightly eased Eveline's fears about being
punished for being nude in the school's main office.  She did wonder what
the hell was going on, however, especially after the receptionist caressed
her shoulder and seemed not surprised at all about the fact a student had
entered the office naked.

   The receptionist escorted the girl into the principal's personal office,
where he was sitting at an expensive-looking desk.  The employee handed him
Coach Strickland's letter, and then, in a totally unprofessional manner,
put her hands on the desktop and leaned on it and flirted while her boss
chatted with her.  She bent over and smiled and seductively shifted her
weight from leg to leg.  The back of her skimpy skirt rode up, exposing her
bottom and revealing that she was not wearing anything underneath.  As she
was talking to the director of the school, she seemed oblivious that her
naked backside was on full display to the student standing behind her.

   The director and the receptionist spent several minutes chatting about
office matters that had nothing to do with Eveline's dilemma.  They
completely ignored the stressed student, leaving her to stand quiet and
helpless.  Eveline desperately wanted to cover herself, but she remembered
Coach Strickland's admonition against doing that.  Reluctantly, she managed
to keep her hands at her sides.

   Eveline's eyes were drawn to the bare bottom that was only a few feet
away form her.  She couldn't believe that a school employee could possibly
go around dressed like that.  The receptionist was practically naked
herself, which meant...

   Oh...  shit...

   Suddenly Eveline had a very bad feeling concerning what was about to
happen when the school director got around to opening that letter from
Eveline's coach.

   The principal finally turned his attention to the letter.  The document
wasn't very long, but he seemed to take forever reading it.  The student
was desperate to know what it said, but at the same time very fearful of
what might be in there and what it would mean for her future.

   The principal seemed to delight in prolonging the girl's anxiety.  He
talked to her in detail about her life up to that point, going into detail
about her bad grades.  He made some derogatory comments about her having to
repeat the previous year due to flunking out.  The conversation moved to
Eveline's unhappy home situation, the house fire that ended it, and her
current living arrangement with Coach Strickland.  During the entire time
his eyes shamelessly studied Eveline's uncovered body.  Finally he
commented.

   "You know Eveline, you are extremely lucky to have a coach who cares
enough about you to take you in.  If it weren't for her, you'd be in a
homeless shelter right now, and out of school, I might add."

   "Yes, Mr.  Donovan...  I 'spose that's true."

   "I do hope you never forget what a huge favor she's done for you,
keeping you off the streets.  I expect you to do everything you can to make
sure she knows how grateful you are."

   "Yes, sir...  "

   "OK.  Let's talk about the letter.  Interesting situation with your
clothes.  A bit of bad luck, I'd say.  Oh well, looks like where you are
lucky is that we're one of the few places in the US that doesn't have any
kind of legal restrictions about what you have to wear.  There are some
rules for the school, but I'll go ahead and wave those, given your
circumstances.  And also, I'll let the school board know.  So, you can tell
Coach Strickland you won't have to get dressed until further notice."

   Eveline took a deep breath.  She had a feeling this was coming, but
still it was a shock to actually hear it.  She was glad she wasn't in
trouble, but being told she wouldn't "have to get dressed" was not what she
wanted to hear.  She desperately wanted to beg the principal to cancel the
"favor" and make her get some clothes, but she remembered her coach's foul
mood and the threat of the belt.  She was on "very thin ice" and did not
want to commit that "one more fuck-up".  She stayed quiet as she tried to
get her breathing under control.

   As she regained her composure well enough to speak again, one last hope
popped into her mind.  What about a new team uniform for games?  Her old
one was soaked in sewage and was probably sitting in a dumpster full of
other toxic items, but would she have a replacement in time for the next
game?  She shyly asked that question and was not surprised by the answer:

   "Oh no, not at all.  The spare uniforms were being stored in the closet
next to the bathroom in the locker room.  They're completely soaked and are
a total loss.  We'll have a new order for next season, but that's next
year. The vendor doesn't ship replacement items between seasons."

   "But...  then...  you mean...  I can't play?"

   "Sure you can.  That's why I'm notifying the school board.  No reason
why you can't play like you are now.  You just need a new pair of team
sneakers and you're ready to go.  Sneakers won't be a problem, 'cause those
are being kept over at the district warehouse.  Just give Coach Strickland
your size and we'll have a new pair ready for your next game.  And as long
as the school board knows ahead of time, you'll be able to travel with your
team and play at other schools."

   Eveline didn't know what to say.  Not only would she not be getting
dressed anytime soon, but every time there was a game away from her school,
she'd be expected to travel to a new location in the nude and play that way
in front of thousands of strangers.  Her plight would be much more public
than she ever could have imagined.  The principal continued:

   "We're doing everything we can to accommodate your situation, so I
expect you to be thankful, and to express that gratitude with improvement
in your behavior and grades.  And, as I said before, you are extremely
lucky to have a coach who cares about you as much as Coach Strickland."

   "I...  yes sir...  "

   Eveline missed her second-period class, but left Principal Donovan's
office just in time to go to her third period class.  The teacher was
shocked at seeing one of the students showing up to class completely naked.
Blushing and trying to hold back her tears, Eveline said nothing as she
handed over a copy of the note written by the school's director informing
the staff that the shy student, due to a set of unfortunate circumstances
(which included the infamous sewage back-up in the girls' locker-room over
the weekend), had lost all of her clothing and was authorized to attend
class in the nude until further notice.

   Eveline was used to sitting in the back of the class and trying to stay
as out-of-sight as possible, but that day the teacher called her to sit up
front.  Fortunately Lance was sitting up front as well, so Eveline ended up
sitting right next to her new boyfriend.  His presence gave her a limited
feeling of comfort, to have someone who cared about her sitting just a few
feet away.

   Lance was completely oblivious to the very stressed expression on
Eveline's face.  He was elated that his "free-spirited" girlfriend was
sitting right next to him, in class, completely uninhibited and uncovered.

   She really was the girl of his dreams.

   Meanwhile, the team captain Jenny was sitting a few seats away, next to
the window.  Jenny spent the entire hour studying the nudist's bare figure.
She couldn't keep her eyes off her teammate.  Even after having endured a
painful spanking over the issue just a day earlier, she realized that the
punishment was not a deterrent at all: she still badly wanted her.

   Jenny looked around the room, especially at Lance, who she now
considered a rival for something she wanted.  She deeply regretted not
having more forcefully tried to seduce Eveline before everyone else started
paying attention to her.

   As the day progressed and Eveline was forced to expose herself in class
after class, she wondered how on earth, over just four days, she could have
such horrible luck.  She felt that she must be the most unlucky person in
the school, if not the entire Tri-City area.