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   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 139: College Visits

   Nate woke up to the noise of the hair dryer.  Dale had already showered
and dressed.  She seemed in a bright mood, wishing him a good morning and
telling him to get up and get moving.  On his way into the bathroom to get
a shower, Nate caught sight of the box of condoms in the wastebasket.  He
wanted to retrieve it, but he was too smart to do so, knowing full well the
conversation that would surely ensue.

   All during his shower, Nate thought about how Dale had been in his bed.
In a way, it was dreamlike.  She was not there as he had fallen asleep, nor
was she there when he had woken up.  But he knew that it absolutely had not
been a dream.  He -(TM)d had Dale dreams before, and he -(TM)d had Dale wet
dreams, too.  Indeed, those had started even before he had first seen her
nude, that fateful night of the meteor shower.  Consciously and
subconsciously she had always had his attention.

   He knew he -(TM)d be able to take whatever she managed to dish out all
day.  No matter what she said about how they couldn -(TM)t be together. 
She probably didn -(TM)t know how much those words stung --or just possibly
they were intended to sting.

   But all he -(TM)d have to do was think about how she had crawled into
bed with him, and he -(TM)d get by --knowing that she must need him, on
some level.  What other explanations could there be?

   And if she needed him, then somehow it would work out.  He wasn -(TM)t
positive, but he was optimistic.  At least he felt like he knew what he had
to do.  He needed to be the safe constant in her life.  He needed to be the
port in her storm.  If she was going through a crisis, like she had said,
then he needed to be there for her, not push her, but simply be there for
her.

   As he was almost ready to turn off the water, he thought about his dick.
It hung down limply.  He had spent his whole shower thinking about Dale,
but not in a sexual way.  He touched himself and pulled.  That felt good,
so he pulled harder.

   He made a conscious decision to squeeze out a quick one.  He decided
that it would be wise to bleed off some sexual tension.  It would help him
concentrate on the discussions about the schools, and be less distracted by
Dale and her very significant charms.

   When he came out of the bathroom, Dale was sitting on the bed, ready to
go.   -�Sometimes you take the longest showers, -� she said.

   Nate felt caught, but he knew that the main reason it had been a long
shower was all the time he had spent thinking about Dale before he had
jerked off.  The jerking off itself had taken very little time.  All he
-(TM)d had to do was picture the wet spot on her tiny white panties, and
then picture that in a scene with her strapped to the wheel, a line of
people looking at the wet spot.  That was all it had taken.

   Something about the thought of her vulnerable like that, all but nude
completely unable to defend herself, and sexually aroused due to that very
vulnerability, that had been enough.  Those thoughts alone had put him
quickly over the edge.  He hadn -(TM)t even had to remove the panties in
his thoughts, but he had been prepared to --had it been necessary.

   The eight mile drive to Watson College went quickly.  It was a beautiful
fall morning.  The map from the college was easy to follow, and in no time
then found the Admissions Office on the ground floor of a very old stone
building.  They were greeted warmly and efficiently.  They began with a
short discussion with an admissions counselor, who mostly briefed them on
their morning schedule.

   Dale had made the arrangements, and even though Nate was included in all
discussions, he could tell that the counselor was addressing Dale more
specifically.  He knew that was probably only because he probably seemed
like a friend tagging along, not a potential applicant.

   After that, a Watson student gave them a campus tour.  Two other
perspective students were included on the tour, both of them girls.  One of
them was from California, the other from Japan.  Nate could tell that they
were both very academically inclined, but he wasn -(TM)t surprised.  Watson
College was a very highly rated liberal arts college.

   Mid-morning it had been set up so that Dale could meet with a professor
and attend a class.  Watson College didn -(TM)t offer a major entitled 
-~Public Relations -(TM), but they did offer course work that Dale knew was
directly applicable.

   While she was doing that, Nate wandered over to the Science building to
investigate his interest in Geology.  Watson did offer a B.A.  in Geology,
but it was a small department with just one professor.  As luck would have
it, the one professor was in his office and the door was open.  Nate
introduced himself, and ended up having an interesting discussion.

   In addition to learning about the geology major, he was very interested
to ask a few questions related to where gold was found.  The professor gave
him quite a bit of information.  Nate knew that gold was generally found in
or adjacent to quartz veins within a granite mass, but he had no idea how
one might go about locating such veins while looking at the ground below
his feet.

   Nate left the discussion with a list of suggested resources for further
study, as well as an appreciation for how dirt and plants got in the way as
far as geology was concerned.

   Watson offered no degrees in Forestry, per se, but similar to Public
Relations there were many applicable courses available.

   Nate and Dale were given meal vouchers, and ended up having lunch with
the two girls they had met on their tour.  They ate in a cafeteria on the
ground floor of the freshman dorm.

   After lunch they drove back to the U and started the whole process all
over again.  Even though they were expected in the admissions office,
things were much less organized.  There were more visiting perspective
students, so nothing was personalized.  However, they did manage to tag
along on a tour that took place every day.

   After that, Nate and Dale explored on their own, visiting a few academic
buildings as well as the student union building and the book store. 
Together they visited the forestry and the geology departments.  The
forestry department had its own building and the geology department had its
own wing off of a science building.

   Nate was particularly impressed with the facilities even though he didn
-(TM)t have the chance to meet with any professors.  All the offices were
simply locked and it seemed as if no one was around, but by then it was
late afternoon.

   They ate dinner in the cafeteria.  No meal voucher had been provided,
but they were both impressed by the range of food available.  And there
were vegetarian, vegan, and gluten-free selections, as well as other
offerings catering to every imaginable dietary restriction.  As expected,
the dining room was giant.

   While eating, Nate got a text from Daniel.  Roger and Zack were hoping
that they could come by to test out the straps and other attachment points
that they had added to the wheel.  They agreed, and headed that way after
they had finished dinner.

   Walking up to the front door of the Fiji house was quite a different
experience.  Many individuals were busy.  The Disturbia preparations were
in full swing.  The front lawn had been turned into a graveyard.  Dale
stopped in her tracks, spotting a giant rotating wheel right above the
front door, completely hiding the fraternity -(TM)s Greek letters.

   She pointed it out to Nate.  Above the red and white wheel was a giant
banner reading  -�WHEEL of DEATH -�.  The rotating wheel was about the same
size as the one that Dale would be strapped to, but on it was a skeleton,
seemingly pinned in place by knives skewering it -(TM)s feet and hands.

   The knives in the hands gave it a hint of Jesus on the cross symbolism,
which was about fully eliminated by the skeleton -(TM)s spread eagle
position and the fact that it was wearing a tattered white bikini.  The
white bikini was the only indication that the skeleton was female.

   The most eye catching thing about the display was the giant knife stuck
through the skeletons pubic bone and continuing right into the target
-(TM)s bullseye, right through the tattered bikini bottoms.  They both
stared at the shocking, attention grabbing image.

    -�That skeleton sure bled a lot for a skeleton, -� said Nate.  There
was blood painted on its hands and feet where the knives were protruding
and on the wheel itself in those areas.  But the largest wound, in terms of
blood was right in the middle.  The center of the bikini bottoms was red as
was the knife and the bones and target leading away in every direction from
that point.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 140: A First Spin

    -�Nate, please don -(TM)t throw any knives, -� said Dale.   -�It must
really hurt to be stabbed right through your CG like that. -� She felt that
it would be days, probably much longer, before she could get that image out
of her head.

    -�Don -(TM)t worry Dale, I -(TM)m not throwing a single knife, -� said
Nate.

    -�Lucky I -(TM)m not having my period, -� said Dale.   -�What do you
think everyone would think if my thong turned all red like that one?  Wait
pretend I didn -(TM)t say that. -�

    -�Gladly!  I -(TM)m going to do everything in my power to erase all
memory of that comment, -� said Nate.

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, -� said Dale.   -�It is just impossible to look at
this and not have that pop into your head --at least if you are a girl. -�

    -�I expect it might have been intended, -� said Nate.   -�But you know
what else is obvious. -�

    -�What? -� asked Dale.

    -�Your act is clearly getting top billing, -� said Nate.   -�It almost
looks as if they -(TM)ve renamed their spook alley  -~Wheel of Death -(TM)
in honor of your act. -�

    -�You mean our act! -� said Dale.   -�All I do is hold on and go 
-~round-n-round -(TM), right? -�

    -�Well, maybe you could spice it up a little.  Struggle a little, -�
said Nate.   -�You know.  The girl who is not willing to be just any old
girl when it comes to losing her virginity wouldn -(TM)t have to be just
any old  -~Target Girl -(TM) either. -�

    -�Maybe I -(TM)ll see what Zack and Roger think, -� said Dale
thoughtfully.

   They went on inside and received a warm welcome.  They had met nearly
everyone the evening before and were clearly celebrities.  Even though it
wasn -(TM)t easy, they made their way down to the pool room.

   Zack and Roger were busy.  The wheel was now mounted in its nearly
upright position.  Dale hopped up onto the footplates and grasped the
handles.  While she was getting the feel for the position, Roger and Zack
were busy showing Nate something small and electronic.

   Dale stepped down to get a better look.  Nate pushed the button and they
all heard the sound of a large impact from the wheel.   -�There is a hammer
controlled by a solenoid in back of the wheel, -� said Roger.   -�When you
press this button, it should sound about like a knife hitting the target.
You -(TM)ll have to practice, but maybe if you hold it in your left hand,
and then pretend to throw a knife with your right hand.  Those watching
will see your empty hand and hear the sound of a knife hitting.  If you get
the timing about right, the illusion might be convincing, and the dim
lighting will help. -�

   Nate tried it.  He didn -(TM)t think the illusion was too convincing,
but the impact sound sure was.   -~Maybe with different lighting, -(TM) he
thought.   -~ --or with a target girl to distract the audience. -(TM)

   Dale had left the lingerie at the motel, and the guys really wanted to
see how the straps were going to feel against bare skin, so she ended up
stripping down to her utilitarian bra and thong panties for the test fit.

   She didn -(TM)t really think about it, but she was wearing less than the
day before when she had been wearing the skirt.  Nate could tell that Zack
and Roger were quite flustered as they tried to maintain their composure
and go about the steps involved in strapping her to the wheel.

   Daniel was again keeping himself busy with door duty.  He -(TM)d let
those who wandered in watch a little, but then ask them to move along. 
There was a steady stream of observers.

   Nate walked back to the door, and just as he had suspected, there was a
line.  Word had spread that  -~Maddie -(TM) was in the pool room in her
underwear, and everyone was taking their turn getting a peek.

   Dale found the straps comfortable.  They were wide and padded with
several layers of polar fleece where they were in contact with her thighs
and upper arms.  An addition, knives had been stuck into the board on each
side of her head.  They too were padded.  Zack and Roger had felt that her
neck muscles would get very tired holding up the weight of her head given
the amount of time involved.

   The straps holding her feet to the footplates were comfortable too.

   After she was in place, they turned on the wheel to give it a test. 
Dale had been worrying that she would be spinning rapidly, but in reality,
it turned fairly slowly.  About six revolutions a minute.

   All in all it was pretty comfortable, with one very significant
exception, several really.  Having her upper arms strapped to the board
like that pulled he shoulders way back, forcing her ribcage and chest way
out and up.  She could tell that that would quickly start causing pain. 
And her shoulder blades were going to get rubbed raw.

   Zack and Roger had anticipated the exact problem, and they made
adjustments, unhooking just Dale -(TM)s upper body.  They placed a layer of
polar fleece behind her back, and they cut some foam pieces to fit behind
her upper arms.  After some more testing, they made similar foam pieces to
go behind her thighs and heels.

   They also decided to add layers of polar fleece between  -~Maddie -(TM)
and the board in other places where there was contact, such as behind her
head and behind her butt, to limit and hopefully prevent bruising and
abrasion.  They would do that later, as it needed to be cut to shape and
glued in place.

   As a final test, they tied Dale -(TM)s hair up and turned the wheel on.
They all wanted Dale to get a feel for how it was going to be for a few
minutes.  While she was going around and round, Dale saw two girls come
into the pool room.  She couldn -(TM)t really get a very good look at them,
given the constant motion, but she noticed that Daniel allowed them to stay
and watch.

   When Zack and Roger finally stopped the wheel and started to unstrap
her, they inquired about how she felt.  They were indeed glad to hear that
she wasn -(TM)t experiencing any nausea or other discomfort.

   At that point the girls came over and introduced themselves.  The curvy
brunette -(TM)s name was Kristi.  The redhead -(TM)s name was Nikki. 
Kristi had wanted to meet the girl who would be Target Girl, as she had
come very close to allowing herself to be talked into doing it.

   Dale learned that the two were indeed  -~wives -(TM) of fraternity
members and would be wearing zombie costumes in another room.  They said
they -(TM)d say  -~hi -(TM) to her again before Disturbia opened the next
day.

   At that point, Dale was done, so she got dressed.  Nate watched her
dress with a great deal of interest.  He was trying to tell if it was with
reluctance that she put back on her jeans and shirt.  He couldn -(TM)t
really tell, but she did meet eyes with him a few times as she went about
dressing.  They both noticed that he wasn -(TM)t the only one watching her
dress.

   The Fiji house was a hive of activity, but Nate and Dale managed to slip
back out.  It was still early, so they decided to drive across town and
wander around Watson College to get a feel for what that place was like on
a Friday night.

   Watson College didn -(TM)t have a Greek system, but there were other
social groups, such as interest houses and of course dorms.  There were a
few small parties here and there, but it was a pretty mellow place, all in
all, considering that it was a Friday night.

   Based on a few posters in the student union building, they expected that
Saturday night would be the party night.  Several posters advertised
Halloween parties that were on Saturday night.  Given their involvement
with Disturbia, they would be unable to come back.

   While they walked around the quiet campus, Nate decided to bring up
something that he felt needed to be reinforced.   -�Dale, on the way here,
you promised to keep the lingerie on.  You promised to be good, -� said
Nate.

    -�I know, -� said Dale.

    -�Remember, I only agreed to take you to the Fiji house because you
promised.  But you are making me worry.  I see you around those guys in
your underwear, and I can tell --I mean, it looks like it is exciting for
you.  And last night your thong was damp, -� said Nate.

    -�I had hoped it wasn -(TM)t damp enough to be all that noticeable, -�
said Dale, with a twinge of embarrassment.

    -�Well, I saw it.  I want to help you with your resolution.  I think it
will give us a chance, if you can do this and keep everything on.  Do you
want to renew your promise to me?  I know you are probably itching to be
naked, but I think it is important to you to not let that itch win out. 
Now that you know all that is involved, can you still promise me that you
-(TM)ll be good? -� asked Nate.

    -�Honestly Nate, I -(TM)m a bit worried about me, too.  I don -(TM)t
know why my tits and pussy want out so badly, but they do.  Tomorrow night
I know that they are going to be screaming to be set free.

   But I -(TM)m going to ignore them, don -(TM)t worry.  I will be good.  I
have to be good.  I expect that the wheel might be the best thing about
this whole thing.  Once I -(TM)m all bolted it, I won -(TM)t be able to
take them off.  I -(TM)ll be locked to the wheel, and my panties will be
locked on me.  Even if I beg you to use one of the knives and cut them off
me, don -(TM)t do it, -� said Dale.

    -�Oh, don -(TM)t worry about that.  I -(TM)m not worried about my
resolve.  I like getting you naked, but unlike you, I -(TM)m sure it is an
urge that I can control, -� said Nate.   -�But thank you for again
promising to be good. -�

    -�Yes, I -(TM)ll be good; however --. -� said Dale.

   Nate interjected,  -�Dale, stop thinking about it.  Whatever you were
about to say, don -(TM)t. -�

    -�I am drawing a line, but there is one more thing that I -(TM)m doing
that is still within my resolution, -� said Dale.

    -�No it -(TM)s not, whatever it is, don -(TM)t, -� said Nate.

    -�Actually, I already did, so it -(TM)s too late, -� said Dale.   -�Do
you want to know? -�

    -�Dale, this is a slippery slope.  We both know that.  OK, tell me,
what did you do, -� he said resignedly.

    -�Well, I heard them talking.  They wanted a topless girl with big
boobs.  Big boobs that go around and around, as she went around and around.
Well, they -(TM)ve got the wrong girl for that, -� said Dale.   -�But the
other thing they imagined, the other thing that they really wanted was for
the skirt to go up and down as the girl goes around and around.

   Well, that little  -~so-called modesty skirt -(TM) is tight.  With my
butt planted against the wheel and held tightly there, it -(TM)s not going
to go up much at all.  I could hike it up, or take it off, but instead I
wanted them to get their wish.  While you were in the shower this morning,
I went to the office and borrowed some scissors.  Well, I cut the entire
skirt into one inch wide strips. -�

    -�I hope you -(TM)re joking! -� said Nate.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 141: Morning Wood

    -�Nope, not joking.  It -(TM)s done.  I got the idea from the string
skirt, -� said Dale.   -�So I -(TM)ll still have it on.  It will just be a
little less modest, especially when I am upside down.  But I feel very good
about that.  They are such nice guys.  They deserve for it to work as they
envisioned, even if they did need a little help with the engineering. -�

    -�Dale, you are seriously worrying me, -� said Nate.

    -�Oh, come on.  What -(TM)s the worst that could happen? -� asked Dale.

    -�Please don -(TM)t make me picture the worst that can happen, -� said
Nate.

    -�You -(TM)re thinking gang rape, aren -(TM)t you? -� said Dale.

    -�Well, your legs are spread and there -(TM)s no way you can get
yourself free, -� said Nate.

    -�But I know that you and Nawlins will keep me safe, -� said Dale.

    -�There are just two of us, and there will be hundreds of them, -� said
Nate.   -�But I guess that gang rape is indeed the thing I -(TM)m most
worried about.  But I -(TM)d call everything off if I was seriously worried
about it as a possibility, even a remote possibility.  But to look on the
bright side, if it does happen, you -(TM)ll make the Guinness Book of World
Records! -�

    -�That -(TM)s not in there, is it? -� asked Dale.

    -�I doubt it is, but I know I -(TM)m not going to look, -� said Nate. 
-�Just keep the lingerie on, and no more alterations, please! -�

   That evening back at the motel, Nate suggested to Dale that she do her
nipple soak on her bed.  She ignored him, again spending a long time in the
bathroom.

   He thought about inviting her to just spend the night in his bed, as she
had done the night before.  He decided against it.  He thought there was a
greater likelihood that she would again sleep with him, if she thought that
she had gotten away with it.

   She emerged from the bathroom again wearing a nightgown.

   Later, after they were both in their beds and the lights were out, Nate
was listening to her breathing to know when she fell asleep.  She always
fell asleep quickly, and she typically woke up before him.  As he listened,
he suddenly realized that he wasn -(TM)t hearing breathing, but rather
sobbing.

    -~Girls! -(TM) he thought.  He expected that she was crying about their
breakup.  She had mentioned earlier in the weekend crying about that.  He
got up, and went over to her bed.  Being careful to do so as  -~a friend
-(TM) might, he knelt down to try and comfort her.   -�Dale, you -(TM)re
crying.  Why are you crying? -� he asked.

   Eventually he got it out of her,  -�Nate, they don -(TM)t really want
me. They wanted Kristi.  Did you see the knockers on her?  That -(TM)s why
they came up with the wheel idea in the first place.  They don -(TM)t want
flat little me.  Her boobs would be banging her in the chin on every
rotation.  You know mine are too small to move much at all, even with
gravity switching around like that. -�

    -�You know I think your titters are as lovely as they could possibly
be, Dale, -� said Nate.   -�You are a hot little package in the white
lingerie.  It -(TM)s not really a  -~boobs -(TM) scene anyway, it -(TM)s
more of a full-body scene, and besides, your titters are perfect! -�

    -�I know you say that, but I -(TM)m not sure you -(TM)re being
completely honest.  How do I know you -(TM)re being honest, and even if you
truly think that, there aren -(TM)t many guys like you.  Guys like  -~em
big, big like Kristi, or like Carly, -� said Dale.   -�That -(TM)s probably
the real reason I cut the skirt.  I -(TM)ve got to use what I -(TM)ve got.
Draw the eyes to my strengths. -�

    -�That -(TM)s ridiculous.  There are plenty of guys, me included, that
judge tits by criteria that don -(TM)t involve size, -� said Nate.   -�Size
is overrated. -�

    -�Well, the guys in the frat definitely wanted big knockers, swinging
around.  I heard them with my own ears, and I saw Kristi with my own eyes.
I -(TM)m sure hers are real, and they are amazing, -� said Dale.

    -�It doesn -(TM)t matter, -� said Nate.   -�We both know that you won
the genetic lottery.  Your titters are as lovely as I can imagine.  There
isn -(TM)t one ideal size.  Little tits can be pretty, large tits can be
pretty. -�

    -�And since I -(TM)m feeling so honest, Nate.  There is one other thing
I have to tell you, -� said Dale.   -�Another reason that I went with the
piercing?  To try and make the most of what little I -(TM)ve got.  When
people see naked me for the first time, I don -(TM)t want their first
thought to be about my inadequate size. -�

    -�That -(TM)s silly, -� said Nate.

    -�No, it -(TM)s not.  We both know why Carly won -(TM)t get her nipples
pierced, -� said Dale.   -�She won -(TM)t do it because she doesn -(TM)t
have to.  She looks great topless, as is. -�

    -�This is silly, -� said Nate.   -�Your nipple rivets look awesome,
absolutely lovely, but it has nothing to do with compensating for or
distracting from size inadequacy. -�

    -�You -(TM)re always nice to me, but I know the truth of the matter, -�
said Dale.

    -�Where did all your confidence go?  We both know how beautiful you
are, -� said Nate.

    -�But they wanted Kristi, Nate!  I -(TM)m just a poor excuse for a
consolation prize, -� said Dale.

   She wasn -(TM)t sobbing any more, but he could tell she was feeling
down.

    -�I know what you need, -� said Nate.   -�You need a friend who
honestly and truly loves you.  Stand up! -� She hesitated, but did get up
after he had gotten to his feet.

   Once she was on her feet, he took her wrist and led her around between
the two beds.  Grasping her nightgown on both sides, he pulled up.  She
started to stop him, but then relinquished, even raising her arms.  It went
up and off over her head.  As expected, she was nude underneath.

    -�Nate, please.  Don -(TM)t do this, -� said Dale quietly.

    -�Dale, I know what you need, -� he repeated, lying down.   -�Try and
think back to what you told me about that first night in my tent. -�

   He lay down and tried to pull her by her hands into the bed next to him.
She resisted, holding firm, but not saying anything.

   Nate continued,  -�Dale, I know you slept with me last night.  Sleep
with me again tonight.  Consider me just your friend, if you prefer.  We
-(TM)ll both have a better night if we spend it together. -�

   He stopped there, waiting for her to decide.  The curtains were closed,
so it was dark and he couldn -(TM)t see her eyes or face to read her
expression.  Eventually she gave in and climbed into bed with him.  He held
her close.

    -�I didn -(TM)t think you knew about last night, -� she said, allowing
him to hold her.  He didn -(TM)t reply; he just continued holding her. 
Eventually they both fell asleep, Dale first, as usual.

   When Nate awoke, Dale was still in bed with him.  Usually she climbed
out of bed, leaving him, to wake up alone in due course.  It seemed as if
she had been awake for a while, just lying there hugging him.  It was a
very tender moment, to wake up in her arms.  He turned slightly, returning
the hug.  It felt quite nice to be so very close.

   Suddenly she shattered the mood with a crazy laugh, saying  -�Nate, you
bad little boy.  You -(TM)ve got morning wood! -�

    -�What? -� said Nate, caught completely off guard.  But she was right.
-~Where do girls think morning wood comes from? -(TM) he wondered.  
-�Dale, it just happens.  I wasn -(TM)t being bad, -� he said.

   Dale sat up and yanked the covers off him.  His erection was more than
obvious in the front of his pajamas.

    -�I want to touch it.  I -(TM)m going to touch it, -� she said, holding
out her index finger.  Before he could react or say anything, she poked his
dick firmly with her index finger, much as someone does a sticky key on a
keyboard.

    -�Hey! -� said Nate, wanting to sound incensed, but also wanting her to
do it again.

   She laughed out loud, but then, grabbing a few things, she disappeared
into the bathroom.  A bit later he heard her turn on the shower.

   Being certain that he had a few minutes to himself, Nate picked up where
she had left off.  It took very little time, and he hid the evidence.  As
far as he knew, that was the first time that she had intentionally touched
his dick.  It had been a wonderful moment, even if it had felt like a rude
little poke.   -~Beggars can -(TM)t be choosers, -(TM) he thought.

   Once dressed, they headed out to look for a place for breakfast.  They
weren -(TM)t in a hurry.  They had done a surprisingly good job of seeing
both schools the day before.

   Just a few blocks away they found a chain pancake house.  The coffee was
weaker than expected, but they were both in good moods, which more than
made up for the poor coffee.

   Nate so much wanted some confirmation that they were again more than
friends.  He knew that rushing that only had risk, so he didn -(TM)t bring
it up.

   He didn -(TM)t know if he could take another setback, although he fully
expected that there were probably setbacks in his future.  He decided that
it was better to be expecting more pain.  In that way, it would hurt less
when it came.  Dale had decided that they could no longer be a couple. 
Unfortunately, he was well aware of her typical level of commitment, when
she dedicated herself to something.

   On the flip side, the last two nights had been very encouraging.  She
seemed to need him as evidenced by sleeping with him.

   As they carried on a pleasant conversation about the two schools they
had visited, Nate -(TM)s mind was multi-tasking.  He was trying to predict
if the lingerie would stay in place.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 142: Martin from PHS

   Maybe cutting the skirt would satisfy her urge to be on display, but he
doubted it.  Indeed, he knew he wouldn -(TM)t cut it off of her.  She had
even instructed him not to do so.  And he knew she would be strapped down,
unable to strip herself.  And while strapped in, the only way to get it off
would be to cut it off.  But then she might not even make it onto the wheel
with the lingerie on.

   He remembered how fired up she had been before the hula hoop weekend
main event.  She -(TM)d probably be like that again.  In the end, he
decided that it was out of his hands.

   He -(TM)d try to keep her dressed, so at least it wouldn -(TM)t be his
fault if some or all of the lingerie disappeared.  But the more he thought
about the wheel, the more concerned he became.  He decided he had to
discuss his concerns with her.

    -�Dale, -� he began,  -�I -(TM)m worried about the wheel. -�

    -�Me too, -� she admitted.   -�Which part are you worrying about? -�

    -�Your body, -� he said,  -�Everything.   -�Three hours is an eternity.
I -(TM)m worried about your skin, your arms, your legs.  I -(TM)m worried
that you -(TM)ll be rubbed raw.  And your muscles.  Your arm muscles, from
trying to hold yourself in position.  Your neck muscles.  You might start
getting cramps.  I want you to have fun, but I can -(TM)t really see how
that can be fun. -�

    -�But everyone should have the experience once in their life! -� she
said with a chuckle, trying to lighten his mood.   -�Isn -(TM)t that what
they say? -�

    -�Be serious for a minute, please, -� continued Nate.   -�And I don
-(TM)t want you getting dizzy or throwing up.  Isn -(TM)t that why Kristi
said she didn -(TM)t do it.  How did it feel, the test run? -�

    -�It felt OK.  I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)ll get dizzy or nauseas, -�
said Dale.

    -�But three whole hours! -� said Nate.

    -�I know, I know.  Don -(TM)t make me worry any more than I already am,
-� said Dale.

    -�Just stay with me and keep me hydrated, -� said Dale.   -�Be there
for me, if it gets rough. -�

    -�If it gets rough, I kick into Knight mode, and I get you out of
there, -� said Nate.

    -�Please do that, but only if I agree, or if I pass out.  Okay? -� said
Dale.   -�You know me.  If I -(TM)m going to do this, I want to do it
right. And tonight doing it right means, going the distance. -�

    -�Okay, as long as we are a team.  Are we a team? -� he asked.

    -�Absolutely.  Today I need you.  Today we are a husband and wife team,
remember? -� said Dale.  Nate loved the sound of that,  -~husband and wife
-(TM).  It made them sound very  -~couple -(TM) like, but he really wished
she had left out the word  -~today -(TM).

   After breakfast, they ended up wandering around downtown Eatonville. 
Indeed the town was a component of the college decision, so it made sense
to investigate it as well.

   Compared to Prospect, Eatonville was a big place.  It wasn -(TM)t
something that surprised them, but they did notice that Eatonville had
parking that you actually had to pay for.  That didn -(TM)t exist in
Prospect.  Who would pay for parking when one street over there were twenty
empty parking spots?

   They wondered if Eatonville had a rush hour, something else that did not
exist in Prospect.  They talked about how nice it might be to live in a
bigger town.

   After exploring town for a while, they went to the gym at the U.  Dale
had already asked questions about options related to continuing to
participate in gymnastics at both Watson College and at the U, but she
wanted to see the facilities.

   In the gym they saw a small poster on the bulletin board promoting
Disturbia.  It had an illustration of a girl on  -~The Wheel of Death
-(TM). They both studied it and Dale commented,  -�A little bit of false
advertising going on here, don -(TM)t you think.  I mean, not only is she
topless, but she -(TM)s got knockers like Kristi. -�

    -�Well, you do have a point, -� said Nate.   -�However, no one who sees
you on the wheel in those little white nothings is going to feel cheated.
-�

    -�I know that they -(TM)d rather have Kristi -(TM)s knockers hitting
her in the chin on every turn, but I -(TM)m not going to focus on that.  I
-(TM)m going to just focus on doing my best.  And I -(TM)m going to try and
have fun, and if that is impossible, then I -(TM)m going to focus on going
the distance, -� said Dale.   -�I like these guys, and I want to still be
spinning when the bell rings. -�

   Nate took down the poster as a souvenir.  They looked around and found
another on a different bulletin board so they could each have one.  They
thought about searching out more, but didn -(TM)t want to cut into the
fraternity -(TM)s promotional efforts.

   They were going down a wide staircase, when suddenly they heard,  -�Hey,
Dale, is that you? -� from off to the side.

   They both looked and saw Martin Thompson, a PHS graduate from the year
before, walking toward them.

    -�Hi, Martin! -� said Dale, recognizing him instantly.   -�I didn
-(TM)t know you came here for college. -�

    -�I was planning to go to State, -� said Martin,  -�but the track
scholarship they offered here was so much better. -�

   Nate looked on as Martin gave Dale a big hug.  While hugging her, he
looked over at Nate.  Nate could tell that he was struggling to place him.

    -�Nate, right? -� he said finally.

   Before Nate could reply, Dale said,  -�Yes, Nate Miller.  My neighbor.
-�

    -�Sure, I remember you, -� said Martin.   -�We were on the football
team together, weren -(TM)t we? -�

    -~Ouch and double ouch, -(TM) thought Nate.  First to be introduced by
Dale as her  -~neighbor -(TM), and then having Martin barely remember him,
even though they had both played defense on the same team.

    -�How -(TM)s Gage working out this year, Nate?  He has my old position,
I -(TM)ll bet, -� said Martin.

    -�Yep, Gage is kicking butt at Safety! -� said Nate.

    -�And you, defensive line, wasn -(TM)t that it? -� asked Martin.

   Nate could tell that Martin didn -(TM)t remember him well, but then, why
should he?  He was one class behind him and he had mostly just warmed the
bench.

    -�Yep, Starting Left Defensive End this year, Martin, -� said Nate
proudly.  He was so glad to be able to work the word  -~starting -(TM) into
the conversation without it seeming too awkward.

    -�That -(TM)s surprising, what happened to Blake?  Did he leave town,
or get injured? -� asked Martin.

    -�Nope, he -(TM)s on the team.  I beat him out for the starting slot,
fair and square, -� said Nate.

    -�Really? -� said Martin, eyeing him, acting as if there might be a
punch line coming.  When neither Nate nor Dale batted an eye, he continued,
 -�Well, congratulations then. -� He didn -(TM)t sound very sincere.

   He turned his attention back to Dale.   -�So Dale, you must be up here
checking out the U.  With a group, I presume, -� said Martin, looking
around for others from Prospect.

   Dale could see how Martin was treating Nate.  First, acting surprised
and unimpressed that he was one of the starting players, and now obviously
thinking that there was no way that just the two of them might be there
together.  She decided to have a little fun of her own.

    -�Nope, just Nate and I, -� said Dale, hooking her arm into Nate -(TM)s
and pulling him close.

   She saw the surprised look on Martin -(TM)s face, so she gave Nate a
tender kiss on the cheek, the kind of little kiss that had  -~girlfriend
-(TM) written all over it.

   She continued,  -�We drove up Thursday  -" for a long weekend together 
-" to get out of Prospect.  Nate found us a romantic little motel room just
down the street.  We -(TM)ve mostly been holed up in there, but our parents
think we are exploring colleges. -�

   Nate was delighted to see the look of shock on Martin -(TM)s face.

    -�I haven -(TM)t talked  -~colleges -(TM) with Michelle, -� said Dale.
-�Is she considering coming here? -�

    -�So Dale, you and Nate going out? -� asked Martin bluntly.

    -�We -(TM)ve got nothing to hide, Martin? -� she said with a wink.

   Martin looked a little perplexed, deciding to answer Dale -(TM)s
question about his sister.

    -�Umm --Michelle.  Yes, I -(TM)ve been telling her she should come
here. We have a great track team.  You should both come here and run track.
How cool would that be? -� said Martin.

    -�That -(TM)s not happening, Martin.  But those were good time,
Michelle and I on track.  All the relays we ran together, but you know I
haven -(TM)t been on the track team for years now --had to give it up to
focus on cheer and gymnastics.  You can -(TM)t do everything! -� said Dale.

    -�But you were so fast! -� said Martin.

    -�Well, Michelle is the true track star, -� said Dale.   -�I was so
excited when she set the state pole vault record last year as a junior. 
Just think how high she -(TM)ll go this year.  That will be a record that
will last! -�

    -�She -(TM)ll be offered some great scholarships, that -(TM)s for sure,
-� said Martin.

    -�Yep, you and Michelle.  Track clearly runs in the family.  Nice
talking to you Martin, but we need to be going.  Nate needs to take me back
to the motel for a nap. -�

   As she said that, Nate saw her give Martin a little wink.

   As they walked away from him, Dale held Nate -(TM)s arm tightly.

    -�So, what was that all about?  Little early in the day for a nap, don
-(TM)t you think? -� asked Nate.

    -�Just because you aren -(TM)t my boyfriend, doesn -(TM)t mean that
Martin needs to think that we aren -(TM)t screwing every chance we get! -�
said Dale.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 143: Final Preparations

    -�You are such a confusing girl, Dale! -� said Nate.

    -�It just ticks me off sometimes.  You don -(TM)t deserve to be treated
like that, -� said Dale.

    -�It -(TM)s no big deal.  I -(TM)m used to it, and I probably do
deserve it.  I wasn -(TM)t much of a football player last year, -� said
Nate.   -�You know him pretty well, don -(TM)t you? -�

    -�We were on the track team together, back in the day, -� said Dale.  
-�But I got to know him quite well because Michelle and I were good
friends. -�

    -�I think I remember that, but I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)ve heard you
mention Nutshell once this fall, -� said Nate.

   Dale stopped abruptly, turning to Nate, she said,  -�Nate, her name is
Michelle.  She hates that nickname.  Don -(TM)t call her that.  But yes, in
junior high we were good friends. -�

    -�What happened? -� asked Nate.

    -�We were track buddies.  I didn -(TM)t have time to do everything, so
I dropped track.  We drifted apart I guess, -� said Dale.

    -�Dale, did you notice how I quickly hid the Disturbia posters in among
these Rec.  Center fliers when we ran into Martin, -� said Nate.

    -�I did.  Well done, -� said Dale.

    -�I don -(TM)t think we want him showing up at the spook alley, so I
didn -(TM)t want him to see the posters and make any connection, -� said
Nate.

    -�We -(TM)re on the same page there, -� said Dale.

    -�So, Dale, back to the motel for a little fun, right? -� asked Nate.

    -�In your dreams, Knife Boy! -� said Dale, jabbing her elbow into his
ribs.  Continuing, she said,  -�Martin makes it three Prospect High grads
that we have run into.  I -(TM)m sure glad I -(TM)ll be wearing the
blindfold tonight, -� said Dale.   -�And you were right about the alias. 
Best not to be recognized. -�

    -�But, like you said, would it really matter?  I mean, wearing the
lingerie you will essentially be decent, like in a bikini, -� said Nate,
eyeing Dale carefully, trying to get a hint as to the extent of her
resolve.

    -�That -(TM)s true, but it -(TM)s still best to not to be recognized,
as you said, -� said Dale.  Nate didn -(TM)t see a clue in her expression
as she said that.  She was, more or less, acting and talking like the
lingerie would stay on.  He, of course, had his doubts.

   Later that afternoon, as they were indeed running out of things they
wanted to see or do, they did head back at the motel for a nap.  They
decided that it would be a good idea, knowing that it would be a late
night. I didn -(TM)t prove to be easy for either of them to fall asleep,
but in the end, they both did.

   When Nate woke up, he looked over at the other bed and saw that Dale was
lying there looking at him.  As he sat up, she said,  -�Nate, do you know
what I was just thinking about? -�

    -�No, -� he said.

    -�I was thinking about how on the two campuses we were being treated
like kids, -� said Dale.   -�I mean, in the admissions offices and on the
tour.  I know that we are younger than college students, but not by very
much. -�

    -�Yes, I felt it too, -� said Nate.

    -�It wasn -(TM)t bad, but it was noticeable, -� said Dale.   -�It was
not nearly as bad as the way Officer Alvarez talked to me.  She talked down
to me like I was a naughty twelve year old shop lifter. -� Nate winced at
the mention of a memory related to that fateful evening.   -�But you know
why I brought this up? -�

    -�No, why? -� asked Nate.

    -�Because the Fiji house is different, -� said Dale.   -�There no one
has talked to me like I -(TM)m younger.  And they are all so nice and
friendly.  In some ways, they make me feel like I do at Prospect High,
comfortable, like I am a part of things. -�

    -�I -(TM)ve felt the same way.  Even though we have only been there a
couple of times, I am very comfortable with the idea of going there
tonight, -� said Nate.   -�It -(TM)s a very friendly place. -�

    -�And you know what else I feel like there Nate? -� said Dale.   -�I
probably shouldn -(TM)t say this, but I can tell you stuff, even if it
might sound like bragging, right? -�

    -�Absolutely!  Remember, you are my wife, at least for tonight! -� said
Nate.

    -�I feel like a Rock Star there! -� said Dale.

    -�You are a Rock Star! -� said Nate.   -�Disturbia is the U -(TM)s
biggest Halloween event, and you have top billing.  You feel good about
that, don -(TM)t you? -�

    -�It -(TM)s fun.  It -(TM)s sort of how I felt at the Essex Hotel, and
that was fun, -� said Dale.

    -�Yes, similar, -� agreed Nate.   -�Only tomorrow there will be no nude
brunch. -� He saw her sigh, and he wondered what she was thinking, but she
got up and brushed her hair.   -�I don -(TM)t feel like a Rock Star myself,
but I feel like the guys hold me in a position of awe, because I have a
Rock Star wife! -�

   Nate had decided that it was probably safe to play up the husband-wife
thing.

    -�I have an idea, -� said Dale.   -�We don -(TM)t really have anything
else we need to do.  Why don -(TM)t we go to the Fiji house early.  I am
sure there is a lot to do.  Maybe we can find a way to pitch in. -�

    -�I like that idea, -� said Nate.   -�Let -(TM)s get an early dinner,
and then head over. -�

    -�OK, but I need to be very careful what I eat.  I need to eat light,
-� said Dale.   -�I don -(TM)t want it to come up later, and if it does, I
don -(TM)t want there to be very much. -�

   About an hour later they showed up at the Fiji house, which was indeed a
hive of activity.  None of the halls looked like halls, all had been
papered.  The paper covered the doors of rooms not involved in the spook
alley, and it was painted or otherwise decorated to create the appropriate
mood.

   Nate even learned that years ago, during a remodel, that they had added
a few permanent passageways through a couple of walls to improve their
annual spook alley.  Indeed, the house itself was built with Disturbia in
mind!

   Nate and Dale were greeted very warmly, and they made their way to the
pool room.  It had been tuned into something that was half dungeon of
torture and half circus act.  Ropes separated the Knife Thrower  -" Wheel
of Death  -" Target Girl area from the part of the room that the public
would file past in.

   There didn -(TM)t seem to be much to do in the Wheel of Death area. 
Indeed it looked to be the most elaborate and most complete scene.  It was
as if the whole fraternity had poured their energy, and probably their
funds into making it the star attraction.

   Dale and Nate inspected the Wheel.  Knives had been added, and the area
that would be behind Dale was covered with a layer of polar fleece.  Zack
and Roger had even gone so far as to obtain red and white polar fleece and
then attach it such that it matched the red and white concentric rings that
comprised the target design.  Nate and Dale were both very impressed.

   Nate found the remote control that made the knife hitting target  -~bang
-(TM) sound.  He tried it out and inspected the mechanism behind the wheel
that actually made the sound.

   The other half of the pool room had been transformed into a Zombie
scene, and there were still details being finalized there.  TJ, the big guy
who had lost the game of pool was working there, so they ended up helping
him.  He was draping hiding areas with backdrop material.  The areas were
to be used by zombies, who would then stumble out and frighten the
Disturbia goers.

   A bit later, Dale ended up applying heavy makeup to TJ and others in the
same area, while Nate ended up helping with the last minute testing of some
speakers.

   Eventually it was just a half hour before the whole spook alley was to
go live, so Dale took her small bag and headed upstairs to the lady -(TM)s
head to change.  She returned wearing just the lingerie, giving Nate the
bag with her clothes and other belongings.

   They decided that he should run it out to their parked car for
safekeeping.  Things were in such a state of flux that it didn -(TM)t seem
as if there might be a safe place to keep it in the fraternity.  Nate ended
up leaving his wallet and phone in the car as well.

   When he got back, Kristi and Nikki were there to help him and Dale get
ready.  As Dale was mostly ready, they worked on Nate.

   He was stripped to the waist, and the girls went about applying scars to
his upper body.  Nothing bloody --they were all supposed to look like old
wounds.  In the Wheel of Death scene, he was the one dishing out the
torture, not the recipient of it.  The wounds were just to show that he had
lived a hard life, around danger.

   For his head they had made a black cloth that tied in place over his
head.  It was patterned after the mask that Antonio Banderas wore in  -~The
Mask of Zorro -(TM).  It covered the entire top of his head, and had two
small eyeholes.  It tied behind his head, the extra material hanging down
behind.

   It wasn -(TM)t by accident that his head was so well covered.  As with
the bungee jump, he was concerned about giving away Dale -(TM)s identity,
if his own identity was compromised.  Both of their heads would be nearly
covered.  He had tried to think of every precaution that might be
important.

   Nawlins showed up.  He greeting Dale very flamboyantly, picking her up
like a leaf, holding her out at arm -(TM)s length to get a good look at
her. He then gave her a big hug, spinning as he did so.  Dale laughed,
tilting her head back as they spun.

   It was a bit hard for Nate to watch, but he was sincerely glad to see
the look of glee on Dale -(TM)s face.  He wanted her to be happy and have
fun.

   The interplay didn -(TM)t surprise him, given how Dale had flirted
during the pool game.  He pictured how that must have looked to Nawlins.  A
young beauty coming on to him in her underwear.  He tried to brush off the
pangs of jealousy.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 144: So Very Vulnerable

   Even though it was against his nature, he had gotten used to sharing her
with others.  But that had always been just sharing her nudity for others
to look at, but not to touch.  Seeing this big older guy handling her,
hugging her, and seeing their happy expressions while doing so.  Well, it
was like having a bucket of ice water dropped on his head, especially since
the breakup meant that she might become another guy -(TM)s girl.

   He tried to shake it off, and greet Nawlins as good naturedly as he
could manage.  Nawlins was polite to him, but largely brushed him off. 
Dale had his attention.  He bent down, looking at her skirt, saying,  -�Hey
Maddie, this skirt looks like it got too close to a paper shredder. -�

   Using his fingers, he flicked the ribbons up, revealing her tiny thong
to his eyes.  Dale spun to show the skirt in its full glory.  Nawlins still
had his face down at pussy level, and just like the string skirt, the
ribbons all went up and out.

   Nate was just standing there, waiting for the Dale-Nawlins greeting to
end.  He looked over at Kristi and Nikki.  He saw that they were also not
exactly enjoying what they were observing.  They both had their arms folded
and were watching with amused, yet slightly sour expressions.

   Finally Nikki spoke,  -�OK Nawlins, enough.  Get your shirt off, so we
can get you ready. -�

   Seemingly reluctantly, he turned his attention away from Dale, and took
off his shirt.  Nate was actually glad to see that he looked even more
flabby than he had expected.  There were a lot of football players that
were successful, in part, because they had some serious weight to throw
around.   -~Surely Dale couldn -(TM)t find him that attractive, -� thought
Nate.

   The girls went about applying a similar costume to him, scars and a
Zorro mask.  His primary role was to protect  -~Maddie -(TM) on the wheel,
so he was to be stationed just inside the rope, to keep people from taking
photos, as best he could.

   Nawlins was dressed like Nate to look like his assistant, but also so
that they could trade off if they wanted to.  Nate -(TM)s first thought was
that he might not want to trade off with Nawlins.   -~Knife Thrower -(TM)
seemed easy in comparison; all he had to do was pretend to throw knives.

   Nawlins -(TM) job looked more difficult.  Indeed the ropes were so close
that people would be able to touch the edge of the wheel or her extremities
with hardly leaning in at all.

   As Nikki finished working with Nawlins, Kristi moved over to Dale.  She
worked on getting her blind fold in place.  It was really just two layers
of white cloth chosen to match the lingerie.  It tied behind, covering from
the middle of her nose to the top of her forehead.

   Part of its function was to hold her hair in place, and it looked to
Nate as if it would do a good job of that.  Nate was surprised that Dale
reported being able to see well, as he could not see her eyes at all.  He
wondered if that would still be the case once the overhead lights were
turned off.

   Zack and Roger had been there, just observing for some time, but now
they were ready to strap Dale to the wheel.  Just as she was about to step
up on the small foot platforms, she decided that she better pee, so she
scurried up the stairs to the lady -(TM)s head.

   Nate was surprised to see her running blindfolded.  Obviously she was
able to see pretty well.  As she ran his eyes were drawn down to her lovely
tush.  Like the string skirt, the modified modesty skirt seemed to
disappear as she ran, putting her butt on full display.   -~What an awesome
tush, -(TM) he found himself thinking.

   As he waited for her to return, his mind flashed back to bedtime in the
Windy Ridge lookout, when he had made that butt his own.  It was a nice,
yet slightly painful memory.

   In no time at all, she was back and climbing up onto the platforms. 
First, Zack and Roger went about securing her feet with the ankle straps.
They were very important for she would essentially be hanging by them when
she was upside down.

   From there they moved up to her thighs.  The wheel was angled back about
ten degrees.  Dale had her butt against the wheel, but she held her upper
body vertical, not quite against the wheel.  She had her arms folded
tightly, and to Nate he thought she looked cold.  He was shirtless, and he
wasn -(TM)t cold, so he didn -(TM)t really think it was that.  He decided
that maybe she was touching herself with her hands, realizing that for
three hours she wouldn -(TM)t be able to do so.

   At that moment, they heard the signal indicating that the door had been
opened.  Disturbia now open for business.  People were entering the first
sections upstairs.  The Wheel of Death was about third from last, so they
still had five, maybe ten minutes.

   Nate watched as Zack and Roger proceeded with strapping Dale -(TM)s
thighs.

   Still with her arms folded, she had her held tilted down, clearly
watching what Zack and Roger were doing.  To him it looked funny for the
blindfolded girl to be watching so intently.  He wondered what she was
thinking and if she was experiencing emotions of worry or butterflies.  He
presumed that she was.

   Once Zack and Roger had the straps threaded into the wheel board, he
watched as they both inserted their hands between the strap and her upper
thighs.  He knew they were being careful, smoothing out the fleece to
ensure that there were no wrinkles that might pinch or rub uncomfortably,
before cinching the straps down.  He knew that the two had to be rock hard,
and he wondered if either of them had ever touched a girl -(TM)s inner
thighs that close to such a thinly veiled pussy.  Next they tightened the
thigh straps to the point that Dale thought felt appropriately snug.

   The strap on Zack -(TM)s side, the one across Dale -(TM)s right thigh,
had a cut off knife attached to it.  It was designed to look like she had a
knife stabbed into her leg.  Zack brought out a bottle of body paint, and
painted some blood dripping across her knee and down her shin.  That knife
and about six or eight other knives in the board, including the two next to
her head, were meant to add to the illusion that knives were really being
thrown.

   They then moved up to work on the straps that went around her upper
arms. Once those straps were in place, Dale would not be able to move.  She
would be locked to the wheel.  And what is more, she would be locked in her
lingerie.

   Even unhooked the bra would not be able to be removed without being cut
off.  The thong and the skirt too would only come off if cut.  And she had
instructed him not to do so.  That was the plan, and he knew he would stick
to it.

   Just as Zack and Roger were starting to pass the straps around her upper
arms, he saw Dale lean forward.  He couldn -(TM)t see her eyes, but he
could tell she was looking directly at him.

   He saw both hands disappear behind her back and reach up high.  She was
clearly reaching for her bra strap.  This was a very a very recognizable
position, she was unhooking her bra!  She had obviously decided to be a
topless target girl.

   She remained staring at him, her arms moving, indicating that she was
working with the clasp.  And then, just as suddenly, her hands came back
out from behind her back.  Her bra strap was still in place and taught. 
She pointed at him with the index fingers of both hands, saying,  -�Ha! 
Got cha! -�

   Nate cracked up.  He wished he could see her eyes, but he could see her
mouth, and she was smiling, clearly pleased with how well she had fooled
him.  Nate looked at Zack, Roger and Nawlins.  That made him laugh even
harder.  He said, loud enough so that she could hear him over the din,  -�I
-(TM)m not the only one that you got with that little stunt! -�

   Dale looked from guy to guy.  Their expressions all indicated that they
had been taken in.  She laughed a fake little  -~got cha -(TM) laugh and
then leaned back, grasping the dowels in a full spread-eagle position. 
Zack and Roger went back to strapping her down.  In short order, she was
secure to the wheel, and none too soon, for the first visitors were now
reaching the zombie scene.

   At his knife throwing location, Nate said to Dale,  -�Glad to see you
still have your sense of humor, Maddie!  Are you ready for the first half
hour? -� They had all decided to stop the wheel every half hour and have a
quick discussion to see how she was holding up and to offer her water.  Of
course she could call out and they -(TM)d stop it at any time.

    -�Yup!  Switch  -~er on! -� she said, loud enough that Roger could
hear.

   Nate held up his hand and said,  -�Wait! -� just as Roger was about to
throw the switch and set the wheel in motion.

   Dale looked at Nate to try and discerned why he had stopped things
abruptly.  His expression was so serious.  She watched as he approached her
slowly.  She was glad that the blindfold allowed her to see; some of the
detail was lost to the fabric layers, but not much.

   With his left hand he grabbed the center of her bra forcefully, yanking
it away from her chest.  Into the gap he inserted a big military surplus
knife.

    -�So, Wifey, time to show off the titties? -� he asked solemnly.

    -�Nate, you promised! -� said Dale, pleadingly.

    -�Ha!  Got cha! -� he said, clearly pleased with himself.   -�I guess
you -(TM)re not the only one who can tease tonight! -�

   Again, everyone laughed.

   As Dale observed Nate from her vulnerable, strapped in position, she saw
him bend down, placing his head between her widely separated thighs.  As
she watched, he angled his face up at her pussy.  Barely six inches
separated her thinly veiled pussy from his face.

   Feelings of vulnerability rippled through her.  Nate, after all, was her
primary back-up plan, her primary escape plan.  But if he -(TM)d tease with
the knife like that, what might he really do?  Not only was she barefoot,
but strapped in like this, not wearing shoes so she could run was the least
of her worries.  She -(TM)d always been able to trust him, well, to some
extent.

   But then memories of the fake traffic stop flashed through her head.  If
he had done that to her, what else might he be capable of?  And that was
back when she had been his devoted girlfriend.  She knew how badly she had
hurt him with the breakup and all that had been said.

   Could this wheel thing all be just another set-up?  Was he preparing to
exact his revenge?  All these thoughts flashed through her mind in a split
second, and she started to tremble.

   Here she was, nearly nude, and Nate held a knife that in a split second
could render her entirely nude.  All her appendages were strapped down
tight, spread-eagle position.

   And where was she?  In the basement of a college fraternity, the last
bastion of male domination.  Who might even be able to hear her scream, and
of course, a scream in a spook alley would hardly bring anyone running.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 145: Mr.  Stinky Knee

   She continued to watch him, worrying about what he was going to do. 
Suddenly, he stood up, placing his hands on her shoulders.  He leaned in
and started whispering quietly into her ear,  -�Dale, your little lady lips
are hanging past the cloth.  Do you want me to try and tuck them in, or
should I have them unstrap you? -�

   Suddenly Nate -(TM)s behavior made sense and again fit everything she
knew and believed about him.  She scolded herself for having had doubts. 
Along with feelings of relief, new feelings of embarrassment rushed in. 
She felt him lingering close, waiting for an answer,  -�Yes, Nate, please
cover me, -� she said softly.

   She saw him again bend down.  And then she felt his fingers touching her
in a way no other person had ever touched her.  She felt a little tingling
sensation, a new tingling sensation.

   Indeed she had tried to touch herself and create pleasure, as she knew
that other girls and especially boys were able to do, but that had never
proved very successful.  She felt the tingling sensation increase, and a
feeling of warmth spread up into her abdomen.

   She wanted him to go on and on, but suddenly she was conscious of the
other guys in the room, watching.  She was so very embarrassed, but the
embarrassment seemed to be heightening the pleasure she was feeling.  Time
seemed to stand still, but suddenly he stopped, standing back up.

   Again grasping her shoulders, he leaned in to again whisper,  -�It
-(TM)s not working, the thong is so very tiny, and you are beyond slippery.
-�

   Dale was so glad to have the blindfold in place, her face felt warm and
she knew it had to be stop sign red.   -�Nate, please dry me off, -� she
requested.

    -�I would, but I don -(TM)t know what to use, there -(TM)s nothing
here, -� he said.   -�Wait, I know. -�

   Dale waited to find out what he had found to dry her off with.  He hadn
-(TM)t moved, he was still gripping her shoulders.  Suddenly she felt firm
pressure up into her crotch.

   She looked down and saw Nate -(TM)s knee pressing into her, between her
legs.  She felt it rubbing against her thighs and then front to back.  She
couldn -(TM)t believe that he had done that.

   She watched him again bend down, and then his fingers were again on her
most delicate and sensitive parts.  The fun, tingly sensations returned.

   Again Nate stood back up and whispered,  -�It -(TM)s still no good.  The
thong is just too narrow, that is right where it turns into just a string.
It -(TM)s such a tiny thong. -�

    -�Nate, -� whispered Dale.   -�I know it -(TM)s tiny.  It -(TM)s the
tiniest I have ever seen, but I know what will work, -� whispered Dale. 
She was so conscious now of Zack, Roger and Nawlins, all of them watching
very intently, their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open.

   She had also seen that the first Disturbia goers were now just on the
other side of the rope, and watching as well.   -�Nate, -� she said,  -�You
need to pull the triangle lower.  Lower in front will make it wider down
between. -�

    -�I tried that, -� said Nate,  -�But it just slips back up. -�

    -�No, it will work.  I can arch my back to make room for your hand. 
You need to reach in and find the string where it comes up, and you need to
pull it up.  If you pull it up from behind, it will stay.  First, dry me
again, -� she said.

   Nate again brought his knee up firmly into her crotch, rubbing it all
around.  He was glad that she had requested that he do that again.  No
sooner had he done it the first time, than he had begun wishing he hadn
-(TM)t.  He had felt sure that she would be mad about how he had dried her.

   Next he bent down and lowered the tiny white cloth triangle.  It was
quite soaked with her juices.  Once it was in position, he reached around
her back and found the string, just above where it came out from in between
her butt cheeks.  He was able to pull it up to secure the triangle in the
lower position.

   But now it was so low that much of her mound was uncovered.  The cleft
of her pussy was covered, but not by a large amount, and her camel toe was
severe.  He pulled the front back up a little bit and then again tucked the
little lips underneath the fabric.  Once he was sure everything was fine,
he stood back up and told Dale so.

   He didn -(TM)t know it, and she was doing her best to hide it, but the
attention had increased the tingly sensations.  She didn -(TM)t want him to
stop, but she knew he had to.

   She turned her blindfold covered face and looked at Roger.  He looked to
be in a state of shock, she chuckled to herself saying,  -�Ok Roger, now
you can switch it on! -�

   She tried to say it with confidence, to put that little fiasco behind
her, but her voice came out unsteady.  Little surprise she thought.  She
was feeling quite flustered.  That was essentially the first time a boy had
ever played with her pussy.  She watched Nate with curiosity as he turned
to survey the room.  She wondered what the experience had been like for
him.

   Roger threw the switch, and the steady clockwise rotation began.  Dale
closed her eyes and tried to block out everything for a few rotations.  She
felt her heart beating in her chest as she worked to get her breathing
under control.

   As Nate turned away from Dale on the wheel, he caught sight of Nawlins,
the only other person on his side of the rope in front of the wheel.  The
other side of the rope was lined with people.  Everyone was looking at him,
shirtless, scars, Zorro mask and all.

   As he approached Nawlins, he saw his hand go up in the air.  Reflexively
he raised his own hand in acceptance of the offered high-five.  As their
hands slapped together he heard Nawlins exclaim,  -�Mr.  Stinky Knee! -�

   As Nate got back to his knife throwing station, he tried to get his mind
back to the task at hand.  He turned and looked at the barely dressed
beauty on the wheel.  He took a deep breath, drinking in her loveliness and
trying to get his bearings.  He chuckled to himself, remembering what
Nawlins had said,  -�Mr.  Stinky Knee. -�

   As he watched Dale spinning slowly, he thought to himself,  -~well, that
answers that -(TM).  She was actually on the wheel and locked there with
all the lingerie in place.   -~She must be more committed to putting
exhibitionism behind her, -(TM) he thought, for it had now been exactly
fifteen days since her last public nudity.  She had to be feeling the need.

   Nate tried to focus on beginning his knife throwing act, but he looked
again at Dale on the wheel.  Her mouth looked relaxed and slightly open. 
It was probably just so that she could breathe, but for some reason it made
him think of the position that women -(TM)s lips were shown in, in movies
to indicate that they were having orgasms.

   Part of the reason that he thought of that was that he had felt how
slippery she was and he had felt little shivers course through her body as
he had tried to get her lady bits all tucked in.

   He picked up the remote and pressed the button to test it.  He saw Dale
jump as the shock of the impact, traveling through the wheel, surprised
her.

   He looked at his watch.  It was 7:40pm.  The doors had been open for ten
minutes.  It had probably only taken a minute to get her thong in position,
but it had seemed much longer.  Time had seemed to slow down.

   He had to force himself to concentrate on the project at hand, knife
throwing.  He had spent time on YouTube watching knife throwers to get an
idea of what he needed to do in order to make it a convincing performance.

   By searching  -�Throwdini Wheel of Death -� he had seen some good
examples.  But in all those videos, the wheel had been spinning very fast,
typically one second per rotation.

   He -(TM)d discussed the spin rate with Zack and Roger, and had learned
that they had chosen the slower speed for two main reasons.  In all those
videos, the entire act was over in a fraction of a minute.

   They had decided that there was no way that a girl could survive three
hours spinning that fast.  And the second, and possibly most important
reason, was that they thought that if the girl was a blur, it wouldn -(TM)t
be very entertaining to watch.

   They had picked the speed for exactly the reason that Dale had
overheard. They had decided that it was the ideal speed as far as tits were
concerned.  They had hoped to get a girl to agree to being topless.

   While upright, her tits would be sagging slightly down, but then as the
wheel turned, they would both shift to one side, and then as she went
upside down, they would be stretching up, (down actually) towards her
shoulders.

   And the process would continue, such that the tits would seem to be
going around-and-around on her chest.  So in the end, the six revolutions
per minute had been based on what would be sustainable for a girl, yet very
entertaining to watch.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 146: They Might Be Big Enough

   From watching videos Nate wasn -(TM)t real sure how to best pretend to
throw the knives.  Throwdini tended to throw a knife about every second. 
He decided that, like a girl spinning at that rate, that that would be
unsustainable and unconvincing.

   Instead he decided to act like he was spending a lot of time aiming, and
then only pretend to actually throw two or three times a minute.

   The remote control noise maker seemed to make the illusion.  Without it,
it would have been entirely obvious that he was not actually throwing
knives.  Even with it, it was pretty obvious, but at least there was some
doubt.

   He decided to act as if he was throwing each knife very hard and fast.
Under those circumstances, it would be much harder to see the knife in the
air.

   Nate made his first few fake throws and then looked over at the crowd.
No one seemed to be looking at him.  Dale on the wheel was stealing
everyone -(TM)s attention.

   He relaxed and went into a steady rhythm, realizing that his was a more
minor role than he had been thinking.

   A few minutes after the wheel had started turning, he found himself
finally settling down enough to consider other details.  The modesty skirt,
as modified, was performing perfectly.  When Dale was upright, its ribbons
would settle temporarily into place, mostly hiding the tiny thong from
view. But then as the rotation would continue, they would swing first to
the side, and then eventually point straight up, relative to her body.

   The tiny white triangular patch covering her pussy had stayed in
position, but it was barely large enough.  Her slit wasn -(TM)t visible, so
he supposed that it was, in actuality, large enough.

   He knew that on a girl with a natural bush, it would be just a
decoration in the center of all the hair.  It had to have been designed
with shaved girls in mind.  Possibly it might work with a small landing
strip, but it would have to be a very small one.

   The skirts motion was entrancing.  The thong was only covered very
briefly.

   Without giving it a lot of thought, he lifted up one of his hands and
gave it a whiff.  Yep, he had evidence.  He wondered how long her lovely
bouquet would linger on his hands.  He -(TM)d have to wash them, but it
crossed his mind that he -(TM)d never need to wash his pants ever again. 
That made him think of Monica Lewinski -(TM)s dress, and he chuckled to
himself.

   He became conscious of Nawlins efforts to keep the line moving.  People
were clearly willing to spend as much time watching Target Girl as he would
allow.

   Nate strolled over to the wheel, pretending to remove a knife.  He
asked,  -�Everything OK Maddie?  Doing OK?

   She nodded and said,  -�Yes, -� so he went back to his position.

   At 8:00pm Roger signaled him that it was time for the first scheduled
stop.  Roger threw the switch, succeeding in stopping the wheel with Dale
nearly upright.

   Nate approached her with a water bottle.  He held it up to her mouth,
asking,  -�Water? -�

    -�Please, -� she said.  He squirted some in and she drank it.  After a
few sips, she turned to Roger and said,  -�Roger, Zack, please unhook my
arms for a minute.  Nate, can I have another drink? -�

   After she had her arms free, she rubbed her hands on her upper arms. 
Nate was quite suspicious, and she confirmed his suspicions.  She reached
behind her back and unhooked the bra, removing it.

   As the bra came off, a cheer rippled through the crowd.  Handing it to
him she said,  -�Will you please put this in your pocket for safekeeping,
Nate? -�

   He took the bra from her and did as instructed, putting it in his
pocket. She had obviously made up her mind.

    -�What are you doing Maddie? -� he asked.

    -�I think they might be big enough, Nate, -� she said.  Seeing the
puzzled look on his face, she continued,  -�I can feel the straps moving
around on me as they hold the titters in place.  They -(TM)re not giant
like Kristi -(TM)s, but they -(TM)re going to be swinging around a little.
They might be big enough to create some of the effect the guys were hoping
for. -�

   He gave her another drink, saying,  -�Are you sure?  Don -(TM)t you
remember your resolution? -�

    -�I know, I know.  I wasn -(TM)t going to, that is until I started
thinking that I might be able to come through for the guys.  And besides,
this way the poster isn -(TM)t false advertising, right? -� she said,
obviously trying to rationalize going back on her word.

   She leaned back, returning her hands to the handles, and Zack and Roger
went about reattaching her arms.  Nate looked at them.  Their initial state
of surprise had dissipated.  They were both now beaming.

   Nawlins clapped him on the back,  -�Mr.  Stinky Knee! -� As soon as he
-(TM)d used his knee to dry her, Nate had worried that he -(TM)d be
regretting it.  Now he was, but for a different reason than he had
anticipated.

   Nate remembered something that had occurred to him earlier.  Picking up
the small bottle of red body paint that had been used to paint her thigh,
he asked her,  -�How about I make the nipple rivets look like they -(TM)re
bleeding? -�

   She thought about it and then nodded in agreement saying,  -�Sure, but
don -(TM)t get any in the actual piercings.  That might not be good. -�

   Carefully, Nate painted two small streaks of blood, extending down a few
inches form each nipple.  Dale shifted suddenly as he painted.

    -�Your titties are ticklish are they, Maddie? -� he asked.

    -�Not really, -� she said, non-convincingly.

   Nate finished painting.  Each streak ended in what was supposed to look
like a larger drip.  He stepped back to admire his work.

    -�How does it look? -� she asked.

    -�It looks good!  You look good! -� he said with a sigh.

   He had hoped the bra would stay in place.  With it off, the route back
to being a couple seemed longer and more arduous.  Yet he felt that they
were on that road.  He had decided earlier that if the lingerie, or part of
it came off, then he would have to embrace that development.

   That was exactly what he was doing with the red paint; accepting Dale
for who she was.

   Everyone was ready, so Roger again threw the switch, and the wheel
-(TM)s motion resumed.  Nate again popped the remote --.to surprise Dale.

   Nate observed that she had been right.   -~The titters -(TM), which
seemed to have no real sag to them, were indeed swinging around, tracing
small circles on her chest in time with the wheel -(TM)s rotation.

   Watching the motion was addictive.  Nate had to keep reminding himself
to focus on his own role in the Wheel of Death scene.  However, he also
noticed that with her tits out, the people filing by were paying even less
attention to him.

   Nawlins was having even more of a time at his duties.  He was constantly
spotting phones coming up in the crowd.  He would jump in front of them,
trying to initially block the view of Target Girl.

   Sometimes he -(TM)d grab for the phone, often getting it away from the
owner.  He -(TM)d give it back, but he -(TM)d make people delete photos and
he -(TM)d give them stern instructions about trying to take more.

   The photography attempts were only a part of his problems.  People would
simply stop and stare.  He was constantly working to try and keep the line
moving.  And people would reach out and touch Dale -(TM)s feet or shins,
the line was that close.

   At the next thirty minute break, the one hour mark, Nate reminded Dale
of an idea she had mentioned earlier.  Up to that point, she had simply
been holding still, holding herself in position.  That was completely
realistic.  Indeed, it was exactly what he had seen in the YouTube videos.
Of course, a target girl would try to stay still.  She wouldn -(TM)t want
to distract the knife thrower, nor increase her chances of getting stabbed
by being unpredictable.

   Nate thought, however, that holding still she almost didn -(TM)t look
real, almost mannequin like.  Of course no mannequins are as realistic
looking as Dale spread eagle on the wheel, the circular titty motion giving
her away as a true flesh and blood female.

   He suggested, however, that she try to play up her role.  Move around,
struggle against the bonds that held her.  Maybe even scream once in a
while or beg for mercy.  All in the interest of making the scene more
entertaining.

   Zack, who had been listening, thought it was a great idea, so Dale said
she -(TM)d give it a try.  She took another drink of water, telling
everyone that she was holding up pretty good.

    -�What a trooper! -� said Nate.  He could tell that things were taking
a greater physical toll on her than she was willing to admit.  He knew that
she had decided to put her head down and pound through to the finish line.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 147: The Final Stretch

   The visitor line was very backed up.  Nawlins had stopped forcing people
to keep moving while the show was suspended, so they turned the wheel back
on as quickly as they could.

   As the Wheel of Death show resumed, Nate saw Dale playing around with
being more animated.  First, she tried turning her head quickly to and fro.
He could tell that that was uncomfortable.  The knives that were right next
to her head with padding on them, seemed to have been doing a very decent
job of supporting her head when she was sideways, but they were in the way.
Her ability to move her head was quite limited.

   She tried verbally acting out her predicament, yelling,  -�Help! -� and
other such obvious  -~damsel in distress -(TM) statements.  Her screaming
was not bad, but it wasn -(TM)t that great either.

   It was hard to hear her over the background music and noise, and he
could tell that holding herself in place made it hard for her to use her
lungs.  Nate also realized that it was unlikely that her voice could take
two hours of screaming.

   Next he saw her trying to move her torso around.  She arched her back,
just as she had done so that he could reach behind to yank up the thong
string.  She also was able to force her chest out and side to side a
little. Next she tried arching her back and forcing her trunk from
side-to-side.

   Indeed, about the only thing she could move much was her trunk, and that
she could move but little.  As he watched, she would arch her back to one
side and then jerk it out, or to the side in the other direction.  It did
very effectively create the illusion of a damsel struggling against her
bonds.

   It had another distinct advantage in that it was, so very sexy.  He even
saw her attempting her signature move, integrated right in with the
struggling, the tracing of figure eights in the air with her nipples.

   Nate felt himself transported back to the morning at the Windy Ridge
lookout when, near the end of the popcorn show, Dale had said,  -�You
-(TM)ve got me.  Live porn! -� And then she -(TM)d put on a little show for
him, raising her arms and flexing her torso just like this.

   Nate had to force himself to try and continue his knife throwing
routine, Dale was that sexy and distracting.

   He walked back to the wheel, pretending to retrieve a knife, and told
her quickly how perfect what she was doing looked.

   She continued the struggling, torso flexing movements, with but few
pauses, until the next break.

   At the next thirty minute break, the half way point, they again stopped
the wheel as planned.

   Daniel had shown up a few minutes earlier, announcing his presence with
his evil laugh.  While Dale was having a sip of water, and a few bites of
an energy bar, he came over and reported to everyone how Disturbia was
going in general.  Rather than growing shorter, the line was actually
growing longer.

   Those charging admission were reporting that it was the Wheel of Death
that was to blame.  Those returning to campus were talking up the spook
alley and people who had not planned to come were now showing up.  Social
media was also abuzz and playing a role.

   As they stopped the wheel at the two hour mark, Dale reported needing to
go to the restroom.  That had been anticipated, but was inconvenient.  The
entire spook alley would plug up, depending of course on how long the Wheel
was halted.

   Zack and Roger went about unhooking Dale.  As her arms came free, Nate
saw her stretching and rubbing her arms.  They definitely looked red where
they had been clamped to the wheel.

   Once the thigh straps came off, she hopped down and promptly crumpled,
falling to the floor.  Nate helped her up.  She tried walking.  She was
able to take a few steps, but then wavered, nearly going down again.  Once
she had nearly regained complete use of her legs, they headed for the
stairs to go up to the ground floor where the lady -(TM)s head was located.

   Nawlins took the lead to plow a path through the crowd.  He was followed
Dale, who in turn was followed by Nate.  The stairway was packed, as it was
the primary route down into the pit for all spook alley goers.  Nawlins got
up a few steps, but due to the thick crowd, Dale couldn -(TM)t stay with
him.

   Quickly, Nawlins  -" with Nate pushing on her butt  -" got Dale up into
a piggy back position.  Nawlins was then able to plow his way up the
stairs, carrying Dale with him.  Nate followed holding on to Dale -(TM)s
waist to stay together.

   Due to the spook alley, the light was dim in the stairwell.  Nate found
himself staring at Dale -(TM)s nude back just ahead of him.  Her butt
looked bare as well, covered only by the short white lacey ribbons of the 
-~modesty -(TM) skirt.

   She had a small whale tale showing above the skirt waist band, probably
due to how Nate had yanked the string up higher earlier in the evening. 
Nate was anticipating possibly needing to do that again in a few minutes.

   The large black man charging up the stairs with the nearly naked
blindfolded blond on his back was quite an attention grabber, Nate noticed.
Those on the stairs had not yet been down to see the Wheel of Death scene,
so they did not recognize Target Girl.

   Dale was pretty quick in the restroom in spite of the fact that she was
not the only woman using it.  When she was done, she hopped back up on
Nawlins -(TM) back and they made their way back down the stairs.

   As Dale, stood at the wheel, ready to climb back up into position for
the last hour, Nate saw her plunge her fingers into the skirt waistband,
pulling it out so it could pass over the thong waistband.  In one quick
motion she slid it down her legs.  She turned around and faced Nate saying,
 -�Can you hold this for me too? -�

   Nate was both loving and hating that Dale had peeled off another piece
of clothing.  He didn -(TM)t have anything to say.  He just took the skirt,
putting it in his other pocket.

   When he looked up, Dale had her thumbs in the waistband of the thong. 
It and the large white blindfold were all that she was now wearing.  She
was biting her lower lip, and her head was facing him, so he knew that she
was looking right at him, as if waiting for his approval.

   Nate made sure that he didn -(TM)t react.  He didn -(TM)t want to send a
signal that she would read as approval.  He had thought about this moment 
-" if it came  -" and he had decided to stand down.  He was no longer in
charge of her nudity.  She was now in charge of that, and she had made it
very clear that her choice was  -~no nudity -(TM).  The removal of the bra
earlier meant that her resolution was in tatters.

   Nate glanced at Zack, Roger, Nawlins, as well as the crowd along the
rope.  All seemed to be waiting with baited breath, waiting to see what the
girl with her thumbs in the waistband of the tiny white thong intended to
do..

   When he looked back at Dale, he saw her sliding the string down her
thighs.  She stepped out of it, one foot at a time.  Her impeccably shaved
pussy came into view.

   Dale handed Nate the thong, saying,  -�Sorry, Nate. -�

   And with that, she stepped to the wheel.  Turning, she hopped up, pussy
out, legs spread at the width of the footplates.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 148: Second Thoughts

   Nate gave a big sigh.   -�Okay, Madison, -� he said, at a level intended
only for her to hear.

   The crowd, who had been waiting during Dale -(TM)s trip to the bathroom,
had erupted into a big cheer.  They had seen a topless girl climb off the
wheel, and it was clear that the show was about to resume, but now the girl
was fully nude.

   And she wasn -(TM)t simply an attractive girl who just so happened to
not be wearing anything.  But rather, she was a girl seemingly designed
around being naked.  The diamond tipped gold barbells through her nipples
were obviously not there for the purpose of being hidden under clothing. 
Her complete lack of even a single pubic hair made it clear that this was a
pussy fashioned to be seen --down to the smallest detail.  Even her
subdued, yet line free tan, made it clear that not only was her body
intended for viewing, but that it probably had been on display regularly,
and outside in broad daylight no less.

   Zack and Roger seemed frozen in place, both acting as if they were
seeing pussy for the very first time.  Nate snapped his fingers to get
their attention, and they quickly went about the task of strapping Dale
-(TM)s feet and thighs in position.

   As Dale felt the straps being cinched down on her legs, she started to
have second thoughts.  Indeed she -(TM)d spent much of her two hours on the
wheel vacillating about removing the lingerie.  Once the bra had come off,
and she had experienced the accompanying rush and heard the cheering, she
had started to think about taking the thong off.

   Ever since learning about the spook alley on the drive to Eatonville,
she had not allowed herself to consider the removal of the lingerie.  Her
resolution to give up nudity had not been one that she had made without a
great deal of thought, and it was something that she had taken very
seriously.

   The idea of removing the lingerie would pop into her head, but each time
she had forced herself to dismiss the idea immediately.  She had promised
both herself and Nate that she would  -~be good -(TM), and she had not done
so lightly.  She had had every intention of keeping her promise.

   Now that it was too late, now that she was naked, now that her thighs
were held tightly in place and Zack and Roger had moved up to the straps
that held her arms, there was no going back.  She was going to be
completely nude for the next hour, and she was having second thoughts about
what she had done.

   She tilted her head down and examined her body.  She saw her bare feet
strapped to the small platforms just over three feet apart.  She saw the
knife seemingly protruding from her right thigh.  She saw her bare mound,
noticing how high it protruded.  Having her butt against the fleece covered
board, and having her thighs held back forced her pelvis into a position
accentuating her mound, her pussy.

   She could clearly see the cleft of her pussy.  And while she could not
see everything from her vantage point, she knew that every detail was quite
visible.  She knew that her inner lips had come out of hiding and she knew
that they were glistening wet.

   The reality of her situation suddenly struck her.  Her raised off the
ground, spread eagle position on the wheel, combined with its slow
rotation, meant that she was going to be very, very intimately on display
to those filing by along the rope.  And the rope was so close.  The
Disturbia goers, standing there and watching her, were so very close.  They
could even reach out and touch her feet and lower legs, indeed many had, as
if needing to verify that she was indeed real.

   Nawlins had always been quick to slap the hands away, but there was just
one of him, and he was already severely taxed trying to keep the line
moving.  And Nate was too busy performing his assigned role to be of much
help with the crowd.

   The one saving grace for Dale was the rotation of the wheel.  It made it
difficult for her to really watch the crowd.  They were mostly a slowly
turning blur.  She hadn -(TM)t gotten dizzy, but it was very hard to
concentrate on the crowd -(TM)s reactions given the motion.

   Also helping to make her naked and on display situation somewhat more
bearable was the fact that the lighting had been designed to be consistent
with typical spook alley lighting.

   The blindfold was also perfect.  She had studied it in the mirror
quickly in the bathroom and had been very glad to see that from the
outside, nothing of her face or eyes could be seen, and yet her vision was
only slightly impaired.

   While Zack and Roger were working on the straps, Nate had approached to
freshen up the red paint.  Initially he had redone the paint drips below
her nipples.  She had noticed in the bathroom mirror that they were mostly
gone, presumably rubbed off against Nawlins -(TM) skin as she had held on
during the piggy back rides up and down the stairs.

   For some reason, Dale found that the paintbrush on her titties tickled
more this time.  Her attempts to conceal that fact from Nate were quite
unsuccessful, and she squirmed, even giggling just a bit.  Nate noticed and
tickled her arm pit in fun.  Dale tried to jerk away, which only served to
make her even more conscious of how vulnerable she was, strapped to the
board.

   Nate then redid the paint on her thigh around the supposed stab wound.

   Next, he stepped in even closer to Dale, asking,  -�I could paint some
red on your CG, Maddie.  What do you think?  Not that you could stop me. -�

    -�Nate, don -(TM)t say that!  You -(TM)re scaring me! -� said Dale, 
-�And please, no red paint.  Let -(TM)s not go there.  I don -(TM)t think a
bloody pussy is something anyone needs to see.  Not even in a spook alley.
Certainly not on this girl. -�

    -�That -(TM)s not what I had in mind, -� said Nate.   -�I knew you
wouldn -(TM)t want that.  I was thinking of a red dot, a bullseye, right in
the center of your CG.  Like a target for me to be aiming for. -�

    -�That sounds so fun, Nate.  A cute shirtless guy like you, aiming at
my pussy, -� said Dale sarcastically.   -�Forget it! -� she added sternly.

   Nate was disappointed.  After Dale -(TM)s reaction to the paintbrush on
her skin just below her nipples, he had wanted to see how she might react
to the paintbrush on or around her pussy.

   Since she had said,  -~No -(TM), he knew he couldn -(TM)t brush on
paint, but he still was very curious.  He decided to try and tickle her
inner thigh, not with the paint brush, but with two of his fingers.  He
reached between her legs, right at the top of her inner thigh, less than an
inch from her pussy, and he tickled her.

   She jerked violently, reprimanding him sharply,  -�Quit that, Buster! -�

   Nate complied immediately.  He could tell that she was quite serious and
probably would have slapped him hard if she had been able to.  While he
knew that he was on thin ice, and needed to be doing everything he could do
to get back in her good graces, he decided not to be too hard on himself
for the one small transgression.  Maybe she even needed to be taught a
lesson for getting herself into her current predicament.

   And besides, he rationalized, boys will be boys.  Could she really
expect him to always be the perfect gentleman, given all the temptation
that he had been constantly subjected to?

   As Nate stepped back, Nawlins who had been observing, clapped him on the
back exclaiming,  -�Mr.  Stinky Knee! -�

   At that point, they were ready and Roger threw the switch, resuming the
wheel -(TM)s steady rotation.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 149: Protect the Pussy!

   Nate -(TM)s  -~Not that you could stop me -(TM) comment and his little
tickle right next to her pussy had left Dale feeling very shaken.  She was
attempting to get a grip on things, but that one little  -~innocent -(TM)
touch, probably meant to be playful, had served to shine a bright light on
her situation.

   Running around the golf course, her primary strategy for anything that
might befall a naked girl had been: Run!  Now she had no shoes, and what
was more, she was bolted to the board, so even  -~Walk! -(TM) was not an
option.

   There was not a single layer of fabric protecting her, nor could she
bring her legs together, nor could she cover herself with her hands.  She
couldn -(TM)t even fend off an advance by pushing someone away.  Nate
-(TM)s little tickle had made her realize that she really had no strategy
--of her own --at all.  Her primary strategy to avoid being violated or
otherwise mistreated could be summed up in one word: Nate.

   Suddenly she realized that the only reason she had been willing to strip
off every last piece of clothing and allow herself to be strapped down was
that Nate had been there.  She must have felt confident enough that he
could and would protect her.  Of course there were other fraternity
members, like Nawlins, but she didn -(TM)t really know them.  Had Nate not
been there, she wouldn -(TM)t be in the predicament she was in.

   She was actually surprised to find herself completely nude and on the
wheel, and she had only herself to blame.  It hadn -(TM)t been a Nate
scheme.  Well, it had originally been a Nate scheme, but she now found
herself nude due to her own actions.

   She had never before felt so vulnerable, and the level of her
self-recriminations rose.  She found herself thinking about how stupid she
had been, even if Nate was completely trustworthy.  But now that she was
again wondering about his motives, she was really worrying.

   Suddenly she heard a loud voice that penetrated into her distraught
core,  -�Nawlins!  What the f**k is going on down here? -�

   Dale tried to see who had spoken, but the constant rotation made that
next to impossible.

   She saw Nawlins reply,  -�Don -(TM)t look at me, Blue.  She -(TM)s done
took everything off all by herself.  Nobody done helped her, not even Mr.
Stinky Knee there. -�

   She worked to focus on who Nawlins was talking to.  The guy he had
addressed as  -~Blue -(TM) walked over and spoke directly to her, 
-�Maddie, right?  Is Nawlins telling me the truth?  Is everything really
okay here?  You haven -(TM)t been mistreated have you? -�

   She noted that he was looking at her face, as difficult as that was with
it going around-and-around.  He was even attempting to look her in the eye.
He apparently knew her name, but that wasn -(TM)t at all surprising. 
Surely everyone in the Fiji house had been talking about her.

   He also knew that she could see through the blindfold.  He was making
every effort to be respectful and not stare at her pussy, like everyone
else.  Recalling her worry about feeling so vulnerable, she started to ask
for his help, but stopped herself.

    -�Everything -(TM)s fine.  What Nawlins said is true, -� she said loud
enough that he could hear.

    -�Well, okay then.  But I -(TM)m going to make absolutely sure that
nothing bad happens to you here tonight, got that, -� he said.

    -�Thank you --Blue? -� she said, pronouncing the unusual name
hesitantly.

    -�Yes, call me Blue, -� he said.

   Dale watched him.  For more than two revolutions, he just stood there,
acting as if he was deep in thought, considering what to do next, while all
the while awkwardly looking everywhere but at her CG.

   Finally turning to Nawlins, Blue said in a raised voice,  -�Okay then.
Nothing comes near this pussy.  Got that, Nawlins! -� As he said that, Dale
noticed his finger coming closer as he thrust it towards her, pointing
directly at her pussy.  There was surely a gap of almost two feet between
his finger and her pussy, but the swift movement of his finger toward her
served to remind her of just how vulnerable she was.  Blue continued, 
-�Absolutely nothing, Nawlins!  And certainly nothing goes in, not even
your goddam little pinky finger!  Got that! -�

   And turning so that Zack and Roger at their stations just behind the
wheel could hear, he continued,  -�And no one mentions anything about this
to the alumni board.  Got that!  Absolutely nothing! -�

   They all nodded to confirm their agreement.

   Addressing Zack directly, Blue said,  -�Zack, get TJ from f**kin -(TM)
Zombieland.  I want him here on the rope with Nawlins.  I -(TM)ll find a
couple of other guys I can trust and get them down here.  Nawlins, keep the
line moving, but above everything else, protect the pussy!  Got that!  Job
one, PROTECT THE GODDAM PUSSY! -� he said in a loud voice.

   Dale saw Nawlins nodding in agreement, and he moved into the spot right
between the wheel and the rope.  She didn -(TM)t know who Blue was, but he
clearly seemed to be in charge.  That fact, and his attitude about
protecting her had helped her calm down a little.  As she watched, he
strode off.

   A minute later, TJ walked up with Zack.  He was in heavy Zombie makeup,
but Dale recognized him right away.  She had helped with his makeup.  He
stopped in his tracks right in front of the wheel and said,  -�Holy shit,
Maddie!  They weren -(TM)t even kidding.  Aren -(TM)t you a sight for sore
eyes? -�

   Dale didn -(TM)t respond.  She decided to just hide behind the
blindfold. After all, what was there to say?

   As she watched, TJ bent down and stared at her pussy from close range.
Nawlins turned to him and said,  -�Hey TJ, snap out of it.  You act like
you ain -(TM)t never seen one before. -�

    -�To tell the truth, I have, but never quite like this! -� said TJ.  
-�My God you lucky bastard, you -(TM)ve been hogging this view for two
hours.  I -(TM)ll never catch up! -�

    -�That -(TM)s right, now get on the rope.  We has got to keep everyone
moving.  All they wants to do is stand and stare, -� said Nawlins.

    -�Give me a break.  This is so hypnotizing, -� said TJ.   -�Watching
this little bare beaver spin round and round like this.  I could do this
for hours! -�

    -�Get on the f**kin -(TM) rope, TJ! -� commanded Nawlins.

    -�I -(TM)m staying right where I am, Blue explained job one to me;
Protect The Pussy.  That -(TM)s what I -(TM)m doing, -� said TJ.   -�The
closer I am, the better I can keep an eye on it. -�

   Dale saw Nate approach TJ,  -�Hey TJ, good to see you, but you need to
move.  Stay there and you -(TM)re bound to get a knife in the butt, -� said
Nate.   -�This Target Girl stuff is serious business, and you -(TM)re in my
way.  I mean in the way of the knives. -�

   TJ reluctantly moved next to Nawlins, who explained the rest of his
duties to him.

   Dale had found herself liking having TJ staring at her pussy from close
range like that.  He was a nice guy and she had enjoyed flirting with him.
He was big and strong like Nawlins, but he seemed harmless, more so than
Nawlins actually.

   Had she been forced to make a decision, she knew that she would have
chosen TJ.  Nawlins was quite disarming, but something about his eyes and
his facial expressions had made her wonder if he could really be trusted.

   TJ staring at her pussy had again reminded her how much fun it was to be
looked.  And being looked at was even more exciting when those doing the
looking weren -(TM)t complete strangers.  That she was even thinking along
those lines served to make her aware of just how much her fright had
subsided.

   She breathed a small sigh of relief, knowing that she was still
essentially just as vulnerable as ever.

   Just then Blue returned.  He hadn -(TM)t found anyone unoccupied enough
to add to the pussy protection detail, so he had decided to take on the
duties himself.  Dale wondered how hard he had really tried to find someone
else.  As he came up, he again asked Dale if she was doing okay.

   At the next thirty minute break, the two and a half hour point, they
again stopped the wheel.  Nate helped Dale with a drink of water.  He
offered her more bites of an energy bar, but she didn -(TM)t want any.  As
he spoke with her quickly, the five Fiji guys in the area all gathered
around.

   Dale said she was doing fine, but Nate could tell otherwise.  Her energy
seemed to be flagging.  He knew she was committed to going the distance,
but he imagined that he might have to carry her back to the motel, given
how she had had so much trouble walking when she had gotten off the wheel
the first time.  He was also worried that her skin would be rubbed raw when
the straps finally came off.

   Blue reported to them that the line to get into Disturbia was actually
growing longer.  Those at the door were reporting that car loads of Watson
College students were arriving, talking about having learned about the 
-~Must-See Wheel of Death Girl -(TM) via social media.

   Blue and the others told Nate and Dale that usually there was little
reason to keep Disturbia open the full three hours

   One of the main reasons that the line was growing was that a lot of
people were getting back in line to go through a second time.  And people
who had been through earlier were returning after hearing that Target Girl
was now nude.  That is what those charging admission at the door were
reporting.

   It was time, so they restarted the wheel for the final half hour.  Dale
closed her eyes.  She was determined to go the distance, and was attempting
to find something to daydream about to make the time pass.  She tried to
remember if she had ever read about what marathon runners did to try and
make long races bearable.

   Nate had noticed that Dale had quit pretending to struggle against her
bonds.  He continued his knife throwing act, but he had long since decided
that it felt really lame.  He didn -(TM)t think he was a very good actor,
nor did he think that it mattered.  Few were paying any attention to him.

   The next half hour ended up being fairly uneventful.  Blue would come
and go, but Nawlins and TJ, working side-by-side, did make Dale feel
relatively safe.  Nate -(TM)s little tickle right next to her pussy had
served as a shocking reminder about just how vulnerable she really was,
strapped down nude and spread eagle in a fraternity house basement.

   At the height of her worry she had realized that every guy in the entire
fraternity house, plus some, could have raped her, and there would have
been nothing that she herself could have done to prevent it.

   As 10:30 pm arrived, Roger stopped the wheel.  Dale was so ready for the
world to stop turning, so ready to climb down, so ready to bring her knees
together, and so ready to be able to bend her joints once again.

   But as the wheel came to a halt, she noticed that the line of people
along the rope was still there.  Blue was also standing in front of her.  
-�Maddie, I need to talk to you, -� he said.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 150: Martin and the Redhead

    -�Can they unstrap me, and then we -(TM)ll talk? -� asked Dale.

    -�That is what I want to talk to you about, -� said Blue.   -�You see,
the line is still very long.  It would be hard to turn everyone away.  This
has been our most successful Disturbia event ever, and the fraternity
really needs the money.  What I wanted to ask you, is about continuing for
another half hour. -�

    -�Oh, I don -(TM)t think I can stand to have this thing go around one
more time, -� said Dale.

   She noticed that Blue was still managing to look her in the blindfold.
As far as she had noticed, he had hardly looked down at her tits and pussy.
It crossed her mind that he might be gay, but she rather expected that he
was simply disciplined and respectful.

   Nate stepped up, saying,  -�Blue, can I have a moment to confer with
Maddie. -�

   Everyone backed away, and Nate stepped close.  He and Dale whispered
cheek to cheek for a minute while everyone else stood back.

   Nate turned to Blue and said,  -�Blue, Maddie has agreed to stay on the
wheel, but under a few conditions.  First, the wheel can -(TM)t be switched
back on.  In other words, she wants to remain upright.  Staying upright,
she thinks that the straps can be loosened.  Not removed, just loosened.

    -�And about the line, she thinks that you should not allow anyone else
to get in line.  In other words, put some guys at the end of the line to
mark that point.  So under those conditions she will remain on the wheel,
for the rest of the line, but only up to a maximum of thirty more minutes.
-�

   Blue quickly agreed, and dashed off to have the guys outside stop more
people from getting in line.

   Dale could not believe she had agreed.  Nate had tried to keep her from
agreeing, but finally she herself had decided that she could go on for a
bit longer if the wheel stayed off, and the straps weren -(TM)t nearly so
tight.  She had considered having the straps removed, but she had decided
that she might fall without them.

   As they were loosening the straps, Kristi herself showed up with some
orange juice.   -�I have no idea how you managed to do this for three
hours, -� she said.   -�And I have no idea how you managed to do it naked.
You are one brave soul! -�

   Leaning in she continued in a whisper,  -�I wish I were one tenth as
brave as you.  I am so very jealous.  I would love to be up there.  I get
so excited just thinking about this.  Between you and me, I am all wet just
thinking about having my body all on display like yours.  But I -(TM)m way
too chicken.  I wouldn -(TM)t even let them talk me into it wearing
lingerie. -�

    -�But your motion sickness? -� said Dale.

    -�Merely an excuse, but don -(TM)t tell anyone, please.  The truth is I
chickened out, -� said Kristi.

    -�Let -(TM)s talk some more, a bit later, -� said Dale.   -�And thanks
so much for the juice. -�

    -�I so wish I were you right now! -� confided Kristi before stepping
away.

   Disturbia was now back in business, but for only a little while longer.
Dale found it almost relaxing to be able to just stand there.

   But she also found it a little disconcerting in that now she was able to
observe everything going on in the room.  With the wheel rotating, she had
felt like she was isolated in a bubble.  She hadn -(TM)t really been able
to focus on anything, in part due to the movement, but also due to the need
to constantly be bracing, first this way, and then that, to hold herself
comfortably in position.

   For the first time she was really seeing the reactions of those along
the rope to the nude Target Girl.  She had been conscious that hundreds of
people had been filing by, but it had seemed somewhat unreal, somewhat
imaginary.

   Now, however, it was suddenly all too real.  She could watch any given
individual for an extended period of time.  Indeed some people had on
masks, so she could not see their reactions, but the majority of people,
even those in costume, were not wearing masks.

   Initially she just watched the guys.  Their reactions were the most
exaggerated.  They would smile and stare and exhibit other outward signs of
delight at seeing the naked girl.

   The girl -(TM)s reactions were more subtle, but Dale ended up finding
them more interesting.  Often they would just stop in their tracks upon
seeing her.  Often their mouths would fall open, and their eyes would grow
large.

   She suspected that, unlike the guys, they might be imagining themselves
in her position.  They seemed to be thinking,  -~that could be me -(TM). 
Others seemed to exhibit condescending expressions.  And still others
seemed to go to some effort to cover their boyfriend -(TM)s eyes --trying
to keep them from looking.

   She found that comical, in a way, because surely the word had spread. 
Everyone in line surely had heard that Disturbia featured a nude target
girl.  Had they seriously wanted to keep their guy from seeing her nude
body, then they should have kept him away from Disturbia entirely.

   All in all, the time on the non-rotating wheel was much more interesting
and entertaining, making it pass much more quickly.

   She also felt much more bare naked.  Seeing all the reactions to her
nudity, seeing the guys staring right between her legs, made her much more
conscious of how utterly nude she was.

   She looked down at her bare mound, jutting way out like her hip bones.
She glanced from the crowd to her open slit.  She could even see detail
--the narrow strip of skin extending straight down, making her slit look
like a pair of little slits.

   Her pussy looked so very wanton like that.  She glanced back at the
crowd, just over an arm -(TM)s length away.  From her position on the
Wheel, her pussy looked so  -~on display -(TM), and yet she knew that she
probably had the worst view of it in the room.  The crowd would be seeing
that, but so much more.

   She thought about how Nate had described her as  -~beyond slippery
-(TM), and she knew that that had been before she had stripped off the
lingerie.  She was wetter now.  And she was very conscious that she was no
longer turning.  Just as she was now much more able to scrutinize the
crowd, so too would they now be able to examine her.  No motion impaired
their ability to inspect her intimate details at their leisure.

   She knew that her inner and outer lips were glistening with moisture. 
She wondered how much of it had spread to her thighs.  Her level of arousal
would be obvious to everyone.  How embarrassing!

   She again felt so glad to have the blindfold hiding how red her face
must have become since she started paying attention to just exactly how she
must look.  She needed to force herself to think of other things!  But she
couldn -(TM)t.

   She looked down again, and again became conscious of the fact that the
raised position and the tilt of the Wheel were contributing to the intimate
view that she was offering up.  It was as if the target was a platter,
serving up her moist, bald, spread open pussy for the crowd -(TM)s visual
consumption.

   And she was completely powerless.  She could neither cover herself nor
bring her knees together, not even a tiny bit closer together.  She tried
to deny it, or block the feelings associated with it, but she was really
enjoying being on display to so many people at such close range.  Just
thinking about everything was causing a feeling of warmth to spread up into
her lower abdomen.

   She looked back down, this time at her nipples.  How cute they looked
with their pretty little barbells giving away that she was a girl who had
had them pierced to dress them up for public viewing.

   Surely a girl who was never planning on being seen topless wouldn -(TM)t
have her nipples pierced.  The crowd must realize that.  And just like the
moisture down below, the nipples were betraying her excitement.  They had
been high and tight all evening, but they were especially so at that very
moment.

   In her heightened state of arousal, she again scanned the crowd, looking
for familiar faces.  So far she had not recognized anyone, but the motion
had made that nearly impossible before.  Even now the subdued lighting, and
the costumes made it difficult.  She knew that a few Prospect High
graduates were surely among those visiting Disturbia that evening, and she
was again very thankful for the blindfold.

   She watched Nate some.  His knife throwing pantomime was so comical. 
Even with the thud provided by the remote control, it was not at all
convincing.  She made a mental note to tease him later about being such a
bad actor.

   She looked back at the crowd.  Suddenly she thought she saw Martin
Thompson.  She was unsure; however, for the guy that looked like him was
wearing a Dracula cape and had his hair slicked back.

   She quickly glanced away, not wanting their eyes to meet.  Just then,
she remembered the blindfold.  Fortunately, it made it such that her eyes
could not be seen.  But as she considered it, she realized that if she
angled her head right at someone, it might give away where she was actually
looking.

   She continued to look at  -~Dracula -(TM), but out of the corner of her
eye.  As she watched, she saw him point directly at her, and then tilt his
head towards his companion, making a comment.

   She examined the woman he was with, still making sure she kept her face
angled straight ahead.  The woman he was with was tall, and dressed as a
she-devil.  She had amazing long legs.  She was nearly as tall as Dracula,
and she was a redhead.

   Suddenly Dale recognized her!  She didn -(TM)t know who she was, at
least not by name, but she had seen her before.  She was quite distinctive
looking.  She had been on the Franklin Falcons track team; she was one of
their stars.  So it had to be Martin, and he was dating this girl who must
now be going to the U, likely on the track team with him.

   She felt the redness of her face spread down her neck to her chest,
realizing that Michelle -(TM)s older brother was right there.  And she was
nude with her legs spread, and he was looking right into her pussy.   -~Oh,
My God!  Oh, My God! -(TM) she thought.

   She tried to think of what she could do to keep from being recognized,
as her heart fluttered in her chest.  There wasn -(TM)t anything that she
could do, other than try and not draw attention to herself.  Had she not
been so nearly in a state of panic, she might have laughed at the irony of
the naked spread eagle girl thinking about trying to not draw attention to
herself.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 151: Fraternity Dance Party

   But she kept her head angled straight ahead, straight at Nate, and she
tried to concentrate on breathing.

   The line kept moving such that Martin and the redhead slowly moved out
of her field of vision.  She tried to relax, but it was nearly impossible
after seeing Martin.

   Again she started scolding herself for stripping off the bra and thong.
The skirt was not a big deal, but why had she taken off the bra and thong?
What could she have been thinking?   -~Might Martin have recognized her?
-(TM) she wondered.

   Maybe not, yet they had run into him that very day, so he knew that she
was in town.  And hadn -(TM)t she recognized the redhead?  Thinking about
how she had recognized the redhead, a girl she really didn -(TM)t even
know, a girl wearing a costume, made her realize just how recognizable she
might be, with no costume on --unless a blindfold could be considered a
costume.  She couldn -(TM)t stop worrying.

   After the last of the paying guests had come through, the fraternity
brothers and the girls who had been helping man Disturbia all started
coming through.  They had heard that the girl on the Wheel of Death was
nude, but most of them had been at their posts and therefore unable to come
have a look see.

   The atmosphere in the pit now began to change.  Dale was still strapped
in, but Nate walked up to her.  He gave her a little pat on the rib cage,
saying,  -�Well Done!  Well Done! -�

   Turning to Nawlins, he said,  -�I know the rules, but surely a man can
have a photo of his wife. -�

   Nawlins nodded, as Nate pulled out his phone and stepped back to take a
photo.

    -�Smile, -� he said.   -�On second thought, don -(TM)t smile.  Make
your best Target Girl face, Maddie. -�

   Nate took a few photos, including a few very low angle photos, saying
quietly,  -�Blackmail material, Maddie. -�

   He then handed Nawlins his phone, joining Dale at the Wheel for a few
couple -(TM)s photos.

   Nate then waved the team in, and they found another photographer for a
photo that included Zack, Roger, Nawlins, TJ, Blue and even Daniel.  Nate
pulled off the blindfold for the last couple of shots.

    -�This will be the true blackmail photo, -� he whispered to her
stepping back and again taking a few shots of her all alone.

   Handing the phone back to Nawlins for another photo, he again approached
Dale.  Before she realized what was happening, he planted a huge kiss on
her lips.  She was still strapped down and unable to fend him off, and
Nawlins was photographing.

   He whispered in her ear,  -�Maddie, all these guys need to be convinced
that you are indeed my wife.  Especially now that your tits and pussy are
out.  I need to act very amorous, to make it convincing.  I hope you don
-(TM)t mind. -�

   She nodded her head, saying,  -�Kiss me again, Hubby, and make it look
good.  Surely staring at your naked wife for hours has gotten you a little
bit in the mood. -�

    -�Just a little bit, -� he admitted, before moving in and kissing her
in earnest.  He made sure that his kiss was tender, and passionate.  If he
was having trouble winning her back via his solid logic, why not employ
other means --especially since he seemed to be getting away with things at
the moment.

   As Dale -(TM)s arms came free, she hugged him as their kiss continued.
She pulled off his mask and started running her fingers through his hair.
Taking a quick breath she said,  -�I don -(TM)t want anyone to have any
doubt about our level of commitment to each other. -�

   Up on the wheel like that, Dale was a little taller than he was.  Nate
was loving the kisses.  It was easy for him to imagine that all their
difficulties were now behind them, but he was reminding himself that that
was unlikely.

   Finally, all of Dale -(TM)s straps were undone, and she climbed down. 
Nate kept his arms around her, hugging her while she regained her footing.

   At that point, the party started moving upstairs.  Everyone wanted to
congratulate  -~Maddie -(TM) and thank her for a job well done.  Once they
got upstairs, they saw that fraternity members were moving everything out
of the living room and rolling up the large carpet.  The stereo was
blaring, the kegs were tapped, and the bar was open.

   Within a few minutes Disturbia had been transformed into a Phi Gamma Tau
fraternity party.  As best as they could tell, only fraternity brothers and
their girlfriends or others closely associated with the fraternity were now
present.

   Dale was just looking around, stretching out her sore muscles and taking
in all the excitement, when Nate asked her to dance.  She quickly agreed.
Indeed, almost everyone was dancing, many with partners, many not.

    -~Cheap Thrills -(TM) by Sia came on.  It was the version featuring
Sean Paul, the version that Nate knew to be one of Dale -(TM)s favorites.
He saw Dale -(TM)s excitement to be dancing to it.  She, Kristi, and Nikki
were all attempting to do the dances from the video.

    -�I Love Cheap Thrills! -� he heard the girls all shout in unison with
Sia each time that line came up in the song.

   Nate and the girls -(TM) dance partners did their best to follow along.

   Dale turned and started grinding a hip into him, and he held her waist.
Attempting to mimic Sean Paul -(TM)s accent he sang into her ear,  -�U
worth more dan diamond more dan gold. -�

   She turned her head and winked at him.

   Everyone was having a great time rocking out, and Nate found himself
wondering if Dale even realized that she was still nude, as she continued
dancing and grinding.  The transition to the party had been so seamless. 
He worried about her grinding against anyone else --like possibly Nawlins
or TJ.  That seemed like it could happen, and he knew how it might be taken
wrong; a nude  -~Maddie -(TM) grinding against a guy.

   Everyone else was dressed, many in costume.  Dale was the marked
exception.  She was wearing nothing more than her nipple rivets --and a
very small amount of red paint.  Nate himself, like Nawlins, was shirtless.
Nawlins, however, was still wearing his Zorro mask.

   Dale had to know that her bra, skirt and thong were in his pockets.  He
decided not to bring them up.  She was nude because she had chosen nudity.
He had done what little he could do to keep her dressed.  At this point,
what did it matter?  Everyone had already seen her nude, so staying nude
seemed of little consequence.

   The guys all seemed delighted to have a naked girl dancing in their
midst, but that wasn -(TM)t obnoxiously evident.  There was little staring
and no pointing.  They too had apparently grown accustomed to her nudity,
or at least the initial shock had worn off.  Everyone simply seemed to be
celebrating a huge success and letting off steam.

   About three songs later, Thriller came on.  Nate was surprised by how
many knew the dance steps.  He danced side-by-side with Dale, and did his
very best to keep up.  He wished he had practiced since the lessons at the
Windy Ridge lookout, but he didn -(TM)t think he did all that badly.

   Dale was one of about a dozen people who had every single move down
cold. So the dance floor quickly transformed into a grid of dancers, all
facing the same direction and dancing in unison.  Even though the song was
nearly six minutes long, he enjoyed it so much that he was sad when it
finally came to an end.

   After Thriller, Dale and Nate continued dancing to song after song. 
They were both having so much fun.  They had both been to high school
dances, but this frat dance was a big step up from there.  Everyone knew
each other so well, and they were all such good friends.

   Nate felt a huge sense of pride well up from inside of himself as it
sank in that he was dancing with Dale.  She was beyond wonderful.  She
looked so very energetic and alive, and happiness seemed to shine forth
from every pore, especially her eyes.  How they sparkled!

   Even though their relationship was not what it had been, what a
wonderful moment!  As he danced, he let his mind wander back to thinking
about the hot cheerleader next door, the unapproachable beauty, the years
of just enjoying each little glance, often across a significant distance.

   He would never doubt that she was way out of his league, but fortune had
indeed smiled upon him.  Here she was nude, and she was dancing with him!
There was so much pride in realizing that everyone in the place knew that
he was his  -~wife -(TM).  This pride and happiness was severely tempered;
however, knowing that there were two people who knew that they were not the
couple that they appeared to be.  Sadly those two were the two that
mattered most: he and Dale.

   Right at the very moment that he was confronting that melancholy
thought,  -~Fight Song -(TM) by Rachel Platten came on.  Without a word,
Nate simply walked away from Dale on the dance floor.  He decided to go
looking for refreshments.

   Not only did he not want to hear the song, but he could not imagine
dancing to it with Dale.  He knew it might not be the most mature way to
behave, but sometimes logic took a back seat to emotions.  He thought that
in Dale -(TM)s case it happened often, but it happened to him, too.

   Dale stopped dancing, watching him walk away.  While it was odd behavior
for Nate, she was not all that surprised.  She decided to ignore him and
went back to where Kristi and Nikki were dancing.  Together they all had a
spirited time dancing to the popular anthem.

   Nate got two cups of lemonade at the bar, one for himself and one for
Dale.  He then turned and observed Dale dancing with an excessive amount of
energy and vigor to the song.  He found himself thinking how many couples
had their special song.  As far as he was concerned this song was exactly
the opposite, it was like their  -~anti-song -(TM) and he hated it for the
memories it brought back.

   He needed to counter that, and he had had an idea.  At least he had
thought of a way to make that particular song, that particular artist a
little less painful.   -~Maybe tomorrow, -(TM) he thought.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 152: Maddie's CG, in depth

   Just as the song ended, Zack and Roger approached him, each holding a
beer.  They were both in very jubilant moods, and the reason quickly dawned
on him.  Even though Dale had been Target Girl, the success of the Wheel of
Death was really their success.  It had been their conception, and through
detailed planning and a lot of hard work, they had pulled off something
amazing.  They were likely to be Phi Gamma Tau legends.

    -�Nate, -� Zack said.   -�Roger and I have been discussing Maddie
-(TM)s CG. -�

    -�Oh, you have, have you? -� said Nate.

    -�Yes, we have, -� he said.   -�And we are considering doing a thesis
on the subject. -�

    -�But, I thought you were Engineering majors, -� he replied.

    -�Oh, we are, and it seems as if it might make a great engineering
thesis, -� said Zack.   -�It might be nice to combine efforts with someone
majoring in Anatomy, or possibly Evolutionary Biology.  Of course, we
-(TM)d like the opportunity to study Maddie -(TM)s CG in much greater
detail.

    -�Of course!  Who wouldn -(TM)t? -� agreed Nate, realizing how strange
Engineering majors could be.

    -�Yes, -� said Roger.   -�Fortunately, for the purpose of our study, we
had the foresight to mount a video camera on the far wall perfectly aligned
with the wheel -(TM)s axis of rotation, so we should already have some
great data. -�

    -�A video camera, huh? -� said Nate, bobbing his head.

    -�Yes, but we already know what it must show, -� said Roger.

    -�Oh, you do, do you? -� said Nate.

    -�Yes, her Center of Gravity, with her arms and legs in that particular
position was right about exactly where the blue bow was on the panties, -�
said Roger.   -�But that is based simply on how it appeared to my eye. -�

    -�Very interesting! -� said Nate, playing along.

    -�Yes, after she removed them, I would have liked to have put a series
of Sharpie dots on her skin, say at one centimeter intervals, starting
right at the top of her --her -- -�

    -�Her slit? -� asked Nate.

    -�Yes, exactly, I was trying to think of the technical name for that
particular invagination, -� said Roger.

    -�Invagination?  Now there -(TM)s a word! -� said Nate.   -�I can
-(TM)t wait to go to college. -�

    -�Yes, the camera -(TM)s data might be easier to calibrate had we had
the opportunity to mark her skin like that, -� said Roger.

    -�Why didn -(TM)t you just go ahead and mark it?  Didn -(TM)t you have
a Sharpie? -� asked Nate, trying to keep a straight face.

    -�Oh we had one.  It just seemed as if it might have been a little
awkward, -� said Roger.

    -�Awkward, really?  To write on a girl -(TM)s pussy?  But for the sake
of intellectual knowledge, it would have made complete sense, right? -�
asked Nate.

    -�Right!  But that point would only represent her apparent CG, as
viewed from that axis.  Her actual CG would of course lie inside of her
body, approximately half way down to the wheel -(TM)s surface, -� said
Roger.

    -�Interestingly, we believe that her true CG must be in her vagina, -�
said Zack.

    -�In her vagina? -� said Nate, straining to not laugh.

    -�Yes, neither of us had thought of this before, -� said Roger.  
-�That is why this particular thesis might best be accomplished from an
interdisciplinary approach.  There might be evolutionary reasons that make
it advantageous for a woman -(TM)s CG to lie within her vagina. -�

    -�Or conversely reasons why a woman -(TM)s vagina might evolve at the
site of her Center of Gravity, -� said Zack.

    -�How many beers have you guys had? -� asked Nate.

    -�Interestingly, our initial estimates are that the CG -(TM)s depth
inside of her vagina might approximate median penile length, -� said Zack.

    -�Would that be erect penile length? -� asked Nate, trying to sound
faux intellectual.

    -�Of course, -� said Zack.   -�In other words, we believe that later
tonight, your penile glans is likely to find its way to about exactly where
Maddie -(TM)s CG is really located.  There might be evolutionary advantages
relating to impregnation for ejaculation to occur at a woman -(TM)s CG. -�

    -�Of course, we -(TM)d like the opportunity to study Maddie in more
detail, -� said Roger.

    -�Of course, -� agreed Nate, finally giving in to a cuckle.

    -�One question comes to mind, -� said Nate.   -�A large breasted woman
would probably tend to have a higher Center of Gravity.  Would this tend to
make her vagina deeper such that a longer penis might be required to reach
her CG?  And conversely would smaller breasted women be well advised to
seek out men with smaller penises?  For evolutionary advantage, of course.
-�

    -�Interesting, -� said Roger, giving his comment due consideration.

   Nate was loving the  -~intellectual -(TM) conversation, but he didn
-(TM)t want to be away from Dale any longer.  He had already noticed that
Nawlins had moved in on her and they were dancing.

   He returned to Dale, giving her a big red cup of lemonade.  He hoped she
wouldn -(TM)t be upset with him for how he had just deserted her on the
dance floor.  He saw a look of understanding in her eyes, and she gave him
a small peck on the cheek, saying,  -�Thanks for the lemonade, Hubby. -�

   They decided to take a break.  It was now just after midnight.  Dale had
been off the wheel for an hour, and had spent nearly every minute of it on
the dance floor.

   They talked about how everyone seemed to be known only by nicknames. 
Largely it was just the girls that seemed to have real names, but many of
them had nicknames, too.

   For example, they learned that Daniel was called  -~Valentine -(TM),
because he thought he was such a ladies man, but wasn -(TM)t.  And they
found out the Zack was called Tripp, supposedly because he had a third
nipple.  And Roger was called Cox.  As Daniel explained it, it was just his
last name, but everyone thought it was funny enough that he didn -(TM)t
need a nickname, per se.

   Nate found out that Kristi was called  -~Spanx -(TM), just never to her
face.  Part of the reason she was so chesty, was that she could stand to
lose a few pounds, but to Nate -(TM)s eye not that many.  She -(TM)d still
have large boobs, even if she were skinny, that much was obvious.  And he
had a girl pointed out to him whose real name was Tori, but everyone called
her BAV, which supposedly stood for Born Again Virgin.  Nate quickly
realized that the Fiji -(TM)s weren -(TM)t especially considerate toward
women, even those that they tended to hang out with.  Or maybe they were
just guys, typical college guys.

   Nate and Dale couldn -(TM)t believe the level of energy in the
fraternity house.  Neither one of them had ever experienced a party with
such a high level of energy.

   But all that energy translated into heat, and it was indeed hot and they
were both sweaty.  The blood red paint on Dales tits had dissolved and run
on down onto her stomach.

   They wandered out the front door to get some fresh air.  Dale was amazed
to find herself standing nude on the front lawn of a big house in the U
district.  The Fiji house wasn -(TM)t the only place with a party.  The
other fraternities also showed considerable signs of life, and an
occasional car drove past.

   While they were catching their breath, Blue came up and spoke to them.
They found out that he was Chapter President.  He thanked them both
profusely for their very significant roles in making Disturbia such a huge
success.

   Suddenly Nate saw Dale throw her arms around Blue -(TM)s neck, pulling
him down to her level.  She squeezed his neck tightly, and just hung on. 
Being much shorter, she was up on her toes, holding the side of her head
against his.  To Nate, Blue looked so surprised and unsure.  He stood bent
over, holding his arms out the side, clearly not knowing where a naked girl
could be touched.  Nate observed Dale whispering in Blue -(TM)s ear.

   When she finally let go, he saw her wipe a tear.  He looked over at Blue
and saw a very concerned, understanding look on his face as he held one of
Dale -(TM)s hands, nodding all the while as he looked down at Dale with a
very empathetic look on his face.  They looked into each other -(TM)s eyes,
clearing communicating some deep feelings.

   After Blue had walked away, Nate asked Dale,  -�What was that all about?
-�

   She replied,  -�He was nice to me.  When you were being a Butthead, he
made me feel better. -�

   That was enough of an explanation for Nate.  He too, had observed and
appreciated Blue -(TM)s contribution to the positive vibes in the Wheel of
Death scene, but Nate was surprised to hear himself termed a  -~Butthead
-(TM).  He hadn -(TM)t behaved perfectly, he knew, but he thought that he
had laid most of the groundwork for a safe experience for Dale, some of
which she had flagrantly thrown to the wind.

   Other fraternity members made positive comments to the both of them, and
Nate was very glad to see Dale -(TM)s cheery mood return.

   Dale was torn, she wanted to keep enjoying the party, but she also was
ready to streak campus.   -�Nate, run with me! -� she said.   -�I want to
go everywhere.  The night air feels so wonderful.  Which way is the Quad?
-�

    -�Maddie, -� he called her, in case anyone was listening.   -�I don
-(TM)t think that would be a good idea.  It seems that there are going to
be times when I just have to put my foot down.  This must be one of them,
so I -(TM)m not going to let you do that.  At times, my good sense will
have to win out over your raw emotion. -�

    -�Catch me if you can! -� she said, darting away.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 153: Catching Maddie

   A quick little game of cat and mouse unfolded on the front lawn.  Dale
didn -(TM)t take off running toward the Quad, instead she scampered to and
fro, avoiding Nate -(TM)s attempts to grab her.  She was quite nimble and
sure footed.  She would dart behind someone standing with a beer, and then
wait to see which way Nate would go, and then she -(TM)d dart off again.

   In no time, everyone on the lawn was following every move as Nate
attempted to catch her.

   For some reason, to Nate -(TM)s dismay, everyone seemed to be rooting
for Dale, not him.  They started chanting,  -�Maddie, Maddie. -�

   The chant attracted the attention of those just inside the door, and
people started streaming out of the fraternity, adding to the chorus. 
Those on the lawns of the neighboring fraternities had also heard the
chant, and caught sight of the naked girl hopping around, sprinting to and
fro, avoiding capture.

   Dale was in fine form, squealing with delight, as she continued to
succeed at staying one step ahead of Nate.  The excitement in the audience
was palpable.

   The growing audience, about equally split between male and female, wasn
-(TM)t actively assisting Dale.  She was just proving to be very adept at
using them as pawns in her game.  For his part, Nate did not want to take
anybody out.  He found himself needing to suppress his football instincts,
which were to make the tackle by simply running over or through any and all
blockers.  But, he didn -(TM)t want to possibly hurt anybody, seemingly
handing the advantage to Dale.

   Nate was noticing camera phones, up and recording the event.  Dale
seemed, of course, to be oblivious to them.  Early on Nate had noticed how
careful she was about guarding her identity while nude, until she reached a
certain point.  Once she got to that point, it was as if a switch had been
thrown.  After that switch had been thrown, it was almost as if she was on
a mission to make sure that her identity was compromised.

   Originally he had wondered if she had been pulling his leg by acting
like she wanted to return to the Homecoming Dance nude.  By now, he had
gotten to know her better, and he was quite sure that she would really have
done it.

   Inside on the Wheel, she was supposed to keep the bra and panties on. 
As additional security he had arranged an alias, a no photo policy, and a
face covering blindfold.  Of all those, only the alias now remained.

   He had to get her to safety.  He knew that, but she was doing everything
she could to attract attention and evade capture.  But what a glorious
sight!

   As she ran, her muscles rippled just under her skin which glistened with
her sweat.  And then in an instant, she -(TM)d stop or cut, and those
muscles would snap taught.  Just her little titties would bounce around as
she made those quick movements.  They were the only thing that didn -(TM)t
seem to be completely fastened down tight.  They were so very cute, thought
Nate, bobbing around on her chest like that.

   Clothed, her level of fitness would have been very evident, but without
a stitch of clothing, it was breathtaking.

   Eventually Dale -(TM)s field of play became more difficult, as the lawn
got more and more choked with people.  The distances she could dash became
shorter and shorter, and the pathways between people became narrower.

   Finally Nate succeeded in grabbing a wrist as she tried to dart away. 
That unsettled her balance, and she went down, pulling him down on top of
her.

   They both lay there in a heep, laughing, trying to catch their breath as
cheers rang out!  To Nate -(TM)s annoyance, a few of the fraternity
brothers were cheering,  -�Mr.  Stinky Knee! -�

    -�Let -(TM)s get out of here! -� they both said at once.

   Breathlessly, they managed to say  -~goodnight -(TM) to a few people. 
Among them, Daniel, Nawlins, TJ, Kristi, Nikki, and Roger.  They couldn
-(TM)t find Zack or Blue, so they told Roger to thank them for them, and
they headed out.

   Dale was still talking about wanting to run, but Nate managed to get her
into the car, saying that he had a better idea.

   Once they were in the car, he pulled out her blindfold.  He had grabbed
it earlier, putting it in his pocket with the other things.  He said,  -�I
need to blindfold you for this part of our journey, Maddie. -�

    -�OK, -� she said,  -�But you do remember that I can see with that on,
don -(TM)t you. -�

    -�I know.  I -(TM)m hoping you -(TM)ll play along. -�

   Dale turned so that Nate could tie the blindfold in place.  After the
blindfold was in place, he buckled her in, and then drove straight to the
motel.

   Recognizing where they were, Dale said,  -�Nate, not the motel.  I
-(TM)ve got energy to burn.  Let -(TM)s run! -�

    -�How could you still have energy?  Just play along, Mads.  I know that
your adrenalin is pumping, but I have an idea.  Please let me experiment
with my idea, -� said Nate.

    -�Oh, I can hardly guess what you might have in mind! -� said Dale.

    -�No guessing, please.  Just try and play along.  I have an idea about
how we might channel all your crazy adrenalin energy into something less
likely to get you into trouble. -�

    -�Oh, like what, sex maybe? -� asked Dale.

    -�I told you to stop guessing, -� said Nate.   -�Now pretend you can
-(TM)t see a thing, and let me lead you into our room. -�

    -�OK, but remember, just because I -(TM)m not your girlfriend anymore
doesn -(TM)t mean I -(TM)m not wearing my imaginary thong, -� said Dale.

    -�Yep, you -(TM)re not my girlfriend.  Tonight you -(TM)re my wife! -�

    -�Whatever I am, you still need to respect the imaginary thong.  Got
that! -� insisted Dale.

    -�Okay, -� agreed Nate.

   Once they were in the motel room, Nate had Dale lie down on one of the
beds.   -�Ok, now lie down spread eagle.  I want you in exactly the same
position that you were in on the Wheel. -� Surprisingly she complied with
no further comment being necessary.

   Nate pretended to reattach the straps across her ankles, thighs and
upper arms.   -�OK, grab the handles and hold on, -� he said.

   Again Dale complied.

   Looking carefully at her arms Nate observed,  -�Mads, your skin looks a
little angry where those straps were. -�

    -�I -(TM)m a little sore, -� said Dale.

    -�I haven -(TM)t noticed that you bruise very easily, -� said Nate.

    -�I don -(TM)t, fortunately, but I expect I -(TM)ll be a little black
and blue tomorrow, -� she said.

    -�At least I don -(TM)t think I see any abrasion, -� said Nate
scrutinizing her thigh.

    -�The fleece was very soft, -� said Dale.   -�I think I -(TM)ll get off
with just some minor bruising.  Hopefully it won -(TM)t last very long. -�

    -�Are you okay with having the straps on now? -� asked Nate, reverting
to role playing.

    -�They need to be really tight, Nate.  I want to feel just as
vulnerable here as I did on the Wheel, -� said Dale.   -�In retrospect it
felt pretty cool to be tied up like that. -�

   Gently, so as not to aggravate the bruising, Nate cinched the straps
down even tighter than they had been on the actual wheel.

    -�Okay, I -(TM)m sure that -(TM)s tighter than Zack or Roger were doing
it.  You -(TM)re not going anywhere! -� said Nate.

   Next he adjusted the lighting and double checked that the curtains were
tightly closed.

    -�Now you are just as vulnerable as you were this evening in the pit,
-� said Nate.   -�And there are eyes on you from every angle.  Now I -(TM)m
going to take advantage of you. -�

   Nate expected Dale to say something about that not being allowed. 
Instead he heard her just suck in some air rapidly.  Maybe she had decided
to trust him, and yet she had already reiterated the  -~imaginary thong
-(TM) rule.

    -�Okay, we are going to start with a quick bath to make sure you are as
comfortable as possible.  Hopefully it will feel good after that sweaty
workout on the fraternity lawn, -� said Nate, walking to the sink and
turning on the water.

   He returned with a wash cloth and some lukewarm water in the ice bucket.
Starting with the visible portion of her face, he bathed her very tenderly.
From there, he worked down, bathing her neck and then her upper chest.

   Arriving at her tits, he washed around and around, carefully avoiding
the nipples, but going all the way up to the very edge of the areola.  He
removed every last bit of the red paint and sweat.   -�Four weeks to the
day since you got these pretty puppies pierced, Mads.  Sadly, that -(TM)s
not yet a full month. -�

   Nate returned to the sink for a cup of water, and to wash his own hands
with soap.  He made sure that she heard him doing so.  While washing his
hands, he looked back at the naked, blindfolded beauty stretched out spread
eagle on the bed.

   He wondered what she was thinking, but he knew not to ask.  He thought
about being a gambling man.  He hoped to play his cards just right tonight.
The situation was piled high with opportunity, but also piled high with
risk.

   He couldn -(TM)t afford any screw-ups, so he opted for a series of small
progressive bets rather than betting it all on one hand.  At least she
seemed to have accepted this game over streaking the quad, he thought. 
That at least was a big win.

   Returning with the cup of water, he went about gently washing her
nipples by pouring on a little water and then rubbing it around with just
one finger.  She didn -(TM)t balk, and he didn -(TM)t push it.  This was
the first time he had touched her nipples in four weeks.  It was quite a
milestone, all the more so because it was something that he had been
imagining that he might possibly never be allowed to do again.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 154: Strapping her down again

   Once the nipples had been attended to with the minimum amount of
manipulation, he moved way out to her hands.  Starting with her fingers, he
bathed her hands and arms very attentively with the wash cloth, removing a
grass stain or two along with the sweat.  Next he bathed her mid-section
from her ribcage down to her hip bones.

   From there, he jumped down to her toes, and washed her feet and her legs
as he had done her hands and arms.  He gave her feet special attention. 
They needed it, after the game of chase on the lawn.  He even washed
between each toe.  She had grass stains on her legs, but nothing that
looked like a bruise or other type of injury.

   That left only the pelvic area unwashed, from the front at least.  He
would have liked to have her flip over so he could do the back side, but
being strapped to the wheel, as she was, precluded that.

    -�Mads, I -(TM)d like to violate the imaginary thong rule, for the
purpose of this bath.  Just like that day on the butte, it seems as if it
might be nice to have a clean pussy, rather than a grassy, sweaty one, -�
he said.

    -�Permission granted, -� she said, almost stopping there, but on second
thought she added,  -�Take your time.  Target Girls should have CGs that
sparkle! -�

   Nate thought back to that time on the butte, when he had bathed her
pussy with bottled water and a napkin.  He had been allowed to clean even
the crevices quite extensively, but had ultimately been told to finish up
because it wasn -(TM)t  -~play time -(TM).

   He wondered how far he -(TM)d be allowed to get this time.  He decided
to find out.

   First he took the wash cloth and carefully bathed all the areas that he
had missed that fell into the  -~not-the pussy -(TM) category, her lower
abdomen and her hips, for example.  Then, still using the wash cloth, he
bathed the outside of her mound and then the tops of her inner thighs
paying particular attention to her pussy down between her legs.

   The wash cloth was not suitable for fine detail cleaning.  It was much
bigger and rougher than the napkin he had used for the bath on the butte,
and she had encouraged him, telling him to  -~take his time -(TM) because
she wanted a pussy that  -~sparkled -(TM).  Rationalizing that he had
gotten away with touching her nipples with his fingers, he decided to see
if he might be allowed to wash her pussy the same way.

   In preparation, and in order to give her time to anticipate what was
coming, he returned to the sink and again washed his hands with soap, so
that she could hear.  Fortunately he had just recently trimmed his nails.
Again he looked back, wondering what she was thinking.  She looked so
relaxed, so content.

   In reality, their thoughts were very much in tune.  Dale was hoping that
he would wash and caress her innermost details with his fingers. 
Unbeknownst to Nate, she had decided that she was not going to stop him, as
long as some semblance of washing remained.  She felt she -(TM)d have to
draw the line at actual finger f**king, but she very much wanted to be
touched down there.  She had found his touches earlier on the Wheel to be
so thrilling.

   When Nate returned to the bed, he first poured a small amount of water
on her pussy.  He decided to not worry about getting the bed wet.  That
could end up being an excuse for why they would need to sleep together.

   Next, using the fingers of one hand, he spread her outer labia, exposing
the details within, and poured a little water on them in turn, setting down
the cup of water.

   Still holding her outer labia open, he used his right index finger and
rubbed up and down along the long area separating the inner labia from the
outer labia, all the way from where the slit began at her mound all the way
back.  He tried to make sure it seemed consistent with a cleaning effort,
but he rubbed the area gently  -~taking his time -(TM).  He made sure to
wash pressing against the outer labia, and pressing against the inner
labia.

   He stopped twice to add a little water, not that he really needed to. 
He could tell that Dale -(TM)s pussy was contributing its own natural
lubrication to the process.

   Next he shifted and began repeating the effort on the other side.

   He looked up at Dale -(TM)s blindfold covered face.  She had tilted her
head back slightly, relaxing.  Her mouth was now open.  Before, she had
probably been breathing through her nose, but now she was clearly breathing
through her mouth, taking slow deep breaths.  He observed her chest rising
slowly as she inhaled.

   Dale didn -(TM)t act like she was going to stop him, so he continued. 
He pinched her inner lips gently together between the thumb and forefinger.
He stretched them out a bit, and then started sliding his fingers along
them, stretching them, pinching them, caressing them, but always washing
them.

    -�Mads, I hope you understand.  I feel it is important for you to be
very clean.  That is essential given the Disturbia crowd that is watching
you right now, -� he said.   -�And TJ especially.  That guy!  He is
watching from such a short distance.  Nawlins, Zack, Roger, Daniel, and
Blue, too.  So I need to get all the grass stains off of the bullseye so
that absolutely every little detail can be seen. -�

   He thought he heard a little moan as she seemed to go along with the
role playing.

   Deciding to be bold, he began washing each inner lip individually in
this same manner.  This meant that while washing the one side his thumb
entered her slightly; not an inch, not even half and inch, just a little.

   When he switched to the other side his first two fingers were inside the
opening by a similar amount.  Back and forth he washed her most delicate of
intimate parts.

   He remembered the little feature that he had read about, but never seen,
the clitoris.  He moved his finger into that area where it should be, again
adding a little water.  He massaged, caressed and washed that area.

   Looking up, he noticed her head arching even further back, and her mouth
opening even further.  She had allowed him more freedom than he had been
expecting, much more.  The little gambles seemed to be paying off.  He
decided to stop there.  Better to leave her wanting, than to end on the
sour note that getting told to stop would surely be.

    -�Mission accomplished, Mads, -� declared Nate.   -�The pussy sparkles.
The crowd loves it and is cheering!  Can you hear them? -�

    -�What was that, Nate?  It -(TM)s hard to hear you over the crowd, -�
said Dale.

   As Dale sensed that her pussy bath had come to an end, she felt Nate
moving up along the bed.

   Nate crouched with his face just above hers.  He had been thinking about
kissing her, but then he saw her lips close, and her head turn slightly
away, so he opted for something fun.  He gave her a series of Eskimo
kisses, then announced,  -�Ready for phase two? -�

    -�Phase two? -� she asked.

    -�Yes, phase two, -� said Nate, standing up.   -�Don -(TM)t go
anywhere. Oh, right, you can -(TM)t.  Entertain the crowd! -� he said,
walking out the door, leaving it open.

    -�Nate, where are you going? -� she called after him.

   There was no response.  She lay there forcing herself to stare at the
ceiling.  She tried to picture what she looked like from the doorway.  She
wondered what someone might think if they looked in and saw the nude,
blindfolded girl spread eagle on the bed.  She listened intently.

   Inside of a minute, Nate returned with a bucket of ice, closing the door
behind him.

   He took an ice cube in each hand and started running them along her
skin, beginning where he had begun her bath, on her face.  From there he
slid the ice cubes all over her body, in the same order that he had washed
her.  Fortunately the room was warm enough that he had not needed to dry
her, and he expected that the ice on her naked flesh felt good.  Her
expression gave him every indication that he was right on that point.

   He decided that the nipples probably needed extra ice, so he
concentrated two cubes at a time on one nipple and then the other.  They
had looked very pointy before he applied the ice, so there was only a
little more room for them to stiffen up.

   He watched her expression, trying to figure out just how much she could
stand.  Wanting to keep it fun, he quit the nipple torture when he saw her
grit her teeth.  She let out what seemed to be a sigh of relief as he moved
on.

   Eventually he had given her whole body a thorough ice treatment, using
up a number of ice cubes in the process.  Upon finally arriving at the
pussy, he went around and around until he reached the border of the
imaginary thong.

    -�About the Imaginary Thong, Mads.  Shall we include Target Girl -(TM)s
CG in phase two? -� he asked.

    -�Permission granted, -� she said, adding,  -�But don -(TM)t forget how
strapped in and vulnerable I am.  Please don -(TM)t give me frost bite down
there.  I think we got a little close on the nips. -�

   As he began icing her pussy, Nate struggled trying to read between the
lines.  He hadn -(TM)t thought that she would like having her pussy iced,
but just maybe she liked the idea.  He just had to make sure he stopped
before it was too much.

   Using his left hand he spread the outer lips and with the other had he
started running a big ice cube up and down both sides of her inner lips,
paying particular attention to the area around her clitoris.  After a
minute of that treatment, he felt her small inner lips to see how cold they
had gotten.  They felt just as cold as his finger which had been touching
ice for maybe fifteen minutes.

   He decided to quit before he crossed the line.  In finishing up, he ran
a small ice cube down the very center, right across the clitoris and
between the inner lips.  He had a naughty thought, pushing on it a little
to see how much resistance there would be.  Suddenly it slipped in. 
Instantly he regretted it, but it was gone --irretrievably so.

   He looked up at her, and saw that she had lifted her head off of the
bed. She was looking at him.

    -�Where -(TM)s the ice cube, Nate? -� she asked.

    -�It kinda slipped, -� he replied.

   She continued holding her head up, clearly looking at him.  The
blindfold prevented him from reading her expression.

   She didn -(TM)t say anything, eventually laying her head back down on
the bed.

   After a significant amount of time she asked,  -�Is that the end of
phase two? -�

    -�Yes, -� he replied,  -�and now it -(TM)s on to phase three.  Do you
need to be unstrapped for a bathroom break, or do you need a drink of
water? -� asked Nate.   -�It -(TM)s time for your scheduled half hour
break, unless you don -(TM)t need one. -�

    -�How many phases are there? -� she inquired.

    -�Just three, -� he said.

    -�In that case, I -(TM)m fine to go on, but first you can feed my mouth
a piece of ice.  It -(TM)s a bit jealous of my CG. -�



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 155: "Cut It Off Me!"

    -�Oh, we can -(TM)t have that! -� said Nate, feeling glad that her fun
comment must mean that he wasn -(TM)t in the doghouse because of the piece
of ice that had  -~slipped -(TM) into her pussy.

   As Nate fed her a piece of ice, Dale thought about how she was secretly
glad that he had put a piece of ice into her pussy.  Not because it was
good for ice to go into pussies, or because of how it had felt, but rather
for him.

   She had felt bad back when they were a couple about how she had
essentially emasculated him by leaving him so few options.

   While the Virginity Lottery and the Imaginary Thong had been fun ideas,
they had represented lines in the sand that he was not supposed to cross,
removing from him the option of taking any initiative.  Girlfriends shouldn
-(TM)t really do that to boyfriends, she remembered thinking.

   While she sucked on the ice cube, Nate got up and brushed his teeth.

   Returning he asked,  -�Ready for phase three? -�

    -�Do I have to be? -� she asked.   -�Strapped to the wheel like this, I
-(TM)m at your mercy, right? -�

    -�Absolutely, -� he said.

   He leaned his face down to hers, again giving her an Eskimo kiss.  That
brought back memories of his nose dive during the campfire up at Windy
Ridge lookout and he chuckled.  That had given him an idea.

    -�What are you laughing about? -� inquired Dale.

    -�Nothing, Mads.  I was just thinking about how much fun I had dancing
with you tonight, -� he fibbed.

    -�That was by far the most fun I have ever had dancing, Nate, -� said
Dale.   -�And I -(TM)ve had a lot of fun dancing.  Both at dances and at
sleepovers. -�

    -�It was amazing!  I mean you were stark naked, and we were just
dancing in a big crowd.  And everyone else was just dancing, having fun.  I
would never have thought that that could happen.  And you were so gorgeous!
-� said Nate.

    -�It was quite an experience, that -(TM)s for sure.  But Nate, I -(TM)m
sorry.  I was bad, -� said Dale.

    -�What do you mean? -�

    -�I promised you I -(TM)d be good, and then I was bad.  I really did
mean to keep my clothes on.  I wasn -(TM)t lying to you when I made that
promise.  I am sorry that I broke it, -� said Dale.

    -�We can talk about that later, if we need to, -� said Nate.   -�Right
now, I -(TM)d like for you to clear your head, relax and just enjoy the
crowd and phase three. -�

    -�What is phase three? -�

    -�Relax and find out, -� said Nate.   -�But it just might include an
Aussie Eskimo kiss. -�

    -�They don -(TM)t have Eskimos in Australia, -� said Dale.   -�What is
an Aussie Eskimo kiss? -�

    -�Well, you know what an Eskimo kiss is, right? -� said Nate.   -�So
like that, only down under. -�

   Nate looked up to see a reaction, but there was none, other than an
intake of breath.

    -�Now just relax and think about the large crowd, -� said Nate.

   Target Girl did as instructed, and Nate went about kissing and licking
her tenderly.  First, around her face, her ears and her neck, continuing
down onto her shoulders and upper chest.

   Arriving at her titties, he kissed and licked them, first concentrating
on kissing.  And rather than licking around and around, he found himself
starting in the  -~not-the-tit -(TM) and then licking straight up onto the
-~tit -(TM), straight toward the summit, and ending just at the edge of the
areola.  He wanted to go all the way up, but that could wait.

   From there, he kissed and licked his way down across her belly, giving
her sides and her belly button due attention.

   From her belly button, he ventured straight down to the top of her pubic
bone, going back and forth along it with his licks and kisses just about an
inch above where the cleft of her pussy started.

    -�I -(TM)m imagining a very small thong, -� he admitted out loud.

    -�It -(TM)s tiny! -� she commented.

    -�It -(TM)s so small it doesn -(TM)t even cover any of the little black
dots that Zack and Roger drew on your pussy, -� said Nate.

    -�What? -� said Dale, lifting her head up off the bed and looking down.

    -�Nothing, nothing, -� said Nate.   -�But ask me tomorrow. -�

   Next Nate moved down to the area between her splayed legs.  First he
kissed and licked up the inner thigh on one side, all the way up; then he
did the same on the other side.  From there, he licked her back and forth
right along the margin, right where  -~pussy -(TM) and  -~not-the-pussy
-(TM) met.

   His tongue was half on her outer labia, as he did this.  He knew without
a doubt, from his own personal experience earlier that this skin would not
be covered by a tiny thong.  Indeed, it had taken real effort to position
that tiny white panel of cloth to get the inner labia completely covered.

    -�Mads, -� he called out.

    -�Yes, -� she replied.

    -�Is it embarrassing? -� he asked.

    -�Is what embarrassing? -� she asked.   -�Having you this close? -�

    -�No, not that.  Being this totally naked, in front of all these
people. Your legs spread wide.  I -(TM)m thinking it is very embarrassing,
yet exciting for you, too.  I -(TM)m mean, everything is showing, and the
crowd is big and so close.  It must be very exciting.  There is quite a bit
of evidence of feminine excitement down here, -� said Nate.

    -�Nate! -� said Dale.

    -�You -(TM)re so moist, and I -(TM)m pretty sure it -(TM)s not melted
ice.  It doesn -(TM)t smell quite like water.  It smells lovely, really, -�
said Nate.

    -�Nate? -�

    -�Yes? -�

    -�How many people can see me naked like this? -� she asked.

    -�Everyone at the U, Dale.  Not all at once, but they all came by --and
now they are all going by for a second time. -�

   After spending considerable time kissing and licking just above her
inner thighs, he decided to go all the way around the imaginary triangle.
He didn -(TM)t worry about strings.  This imaginary triangle floated in
position.

   He continued to lick and kiss the perimeter of the small triangle.

   He looked up at Dale, she again had her head back, her neck arched.  And
her mouth was open.  She looked to be enjoying herself, sort of in a
pre-orgasmic state.

   He looked back at her pussy, so open and inviting.  The outer areas all
wet with his saliva, but the inner areas all moist with her feminine
juices. Juices that he had been tasting where they had run down onto the
skin just below.  What a tremendously erotic sight it was.

   Just the fact that it was a pussy, was so exciting.  But it wasn -(TM)t
just any pussy, it was Dale Jordan -(TM)s pussy.  He loved to indulge in
thoughts that tied things back to his neighbor, the cheerleader goddess
that he had always viewed as being on a pedestal.

   She was such a wonderful, kind, talented individual.  He knew he would
permanently view her as out of his league, but now he was staring into the
depths of her pussy, the pussy he had been licking around.  It was all so
incomprehensible.

   He never would have ever considered the conquest of Dale Jordan, and yet
here he was, his face mere inches from the Promised Land.

   He looked up and saw that she had raised her head, surely wondering why
he had stopped.

    -�Nate, -� she said.   -�I mean, Mr.  Knife Thrower.  By any chance, do
you happen to have any of your knives with you? -�

    -�I just might, -� said Nate, playing along.

    -�Would you do me a favor and cut off this thong, -� said Dale.   -�It
-(TM)s very much in the way.  I -(TM)m feeling very over-dressed.  I want
the crowd to see the naked me.  And strapped to the Wheel like this, I can
-(TM)t do it myself.  And it can -(TM)t be slid down off my legs.  It needs
to be cut. -�

    -�Mads, as I recall, you made me promise to not cut your thong off,
even if you begged, -� said Nate.

    -�Oh, please, don -(TM)t hold that against me, -� said Dale.   -�Don
-(TM)t make me beg.  I want to be naked in front of all these people. -�

    -�I think I want to hear you beg.  Even if it might do you no good, -�
said Nate.

    -�Nate, please, please, cut off the thong.  And that promise was
related to the real thong, a fabric thong, not this imaginary one.  Please,
Nate, cut off the imaginary thong!  I -(TM)m begging you! -� she said.

   Nate was in absolute heaven.   -�But Mads, if I cut off the imaginary
thong, it won -(TM)t be able to be repaired.  You know there is no such
thing as imaginary thread and imaginary needles.  And there is just the one
imaginary thong.  Once it -(TM)s gone, it -(TM)s gone. -�

    -�I realize that.  I don -(TM)t need it anymore, -� said Dale.