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 ï>¿The Exhibitionist Next Door by BPClavel

   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 329: Mr.  McRoberts -(TM) Decision

   Mr.  McRoberts began with a long winded philosophical discourse,  -œIt
-(TM)s amazing how much variety there is to this job.  One day I -(TM)m
scrambling to find substitute teachers, the next I -(TM)m working with
Maintenance to track down parts for an ancient heating system. -

   He went on and on and Dale tuned out for a bit, but then he wandered
back to the topic at hand,  -œ --but this fall I -(TM)ve had to wrestle
with the dilemma of a certain cheerleader who just can -(TM)t seem to keep
her clothes on.  She seems more than willing to take them off herself, but
when she does manage to dress, she seems to have you to deal with, Miss
Finch.  Interestingly, if there is anything that you two agree upon, it
seems to be that she should be naked.  One would think that such a strong
common interest would make you two the best of friends, and yet it doesn
-(TM)t. -

   After a short pause to revel in what he obviously considered to be a
profound statement, he continued,  -œSo how does a principal who takes his
responsibilities seriously handle such an unusual situation?  Not an easy
matter, to say the least.  Well, in this particular instance, I have made
the only possible determination.  I have no jurisdiction over what happens
in Madison Park, so there will be no punishments handed down today; HOWEVER
-- -

    -œWhat? - said Miss Whitaker, standing up and raising her voice in
anger.   -œComplete abdication of your duties?  You can -(TM)t be serious!
-

    -œSit back down, Debra.  Please.  We -(TM)re not done here.  I need you
to listen, and I need you to try and appreciate my difficult position, -
said Mr.  McRoberts.   -œYou yourself would not see this so black and white
if you occupied my chair.  At least I hope you wouldn -(TM)t. -

   Dale -(TM)s phone vibrated.  She glanced down and saw a text from Nate,
-œSpanish class.  You -(TM)re not here.  Everything okay? -

   Just then the bell rang giving Dale the courage to try and get away with
a quick clandestine reply,  -œPrincipal office hell, but I -(TM)m fine. 
Please stay there and take notes for me. -

   She hoped that he would read that carefully enough to know that she was
indeed fine and wanted him to remain in class.  She thought that she should
have mentioned that Mr.  McRoberts had just said that she wouldn -(TM)t be
punished, but the discussion had resumed.  She knew she couldn -(TM)t risk
a second text.

    -œBut, before we leave my office today, I have a few things to say to
both of you girls.  I need you to listen carefully.  My patience is at an
end.  In the future I will be dealing with any and all problems quite
severely.  In terms that I hope you will understand, I will throw the book
at you. -

    -œYou should throw the book at Miss Jordan today! - interjected Miss
Whitaker vehemently.

    -œSettle down, Debra, - said Mrs.  Shepherd.   -œLet -(TM)s listen to
what Mr.  McRoberts has to say. -

   Miss Whitaker shot a poison arrow glance at Mrs.  Shepherd.

    -œDebra, if you don -(TM)t respect me as a person, you need to find it
within yourself to respect my title, - he said.

    -œOr take it up with the school board, - said Miss Whitaker.

    -œOr take it up with the school board, - agreed Mr.  McRoberts.

    -œI just might! - she said spitefully.

    -œBut back to our two students, - said Mr.  McRoberts.   -œMiss
Jordan. This needs to be the last time.  I -(TM)m very concerned about how
you seem to be living your life.  You have so much promise.  I suppose it
-(TM)s none of my business, but I -(TM)m worried about you.  Your private
life is your private life, but please keep it private.  Above all, be
careful.  This needs to be the last time I see photographic evidence of
wrongdoing of this sort of any sort, as far as I am concerned.  Got that?
-

    -œYes, Mr.  McRoberts, - replied Dale meekly.

    -œThe next time, God forbid there is a next time . . .  but if there
is, then you can expect to be suspended and upon returning to school you
can expect to have diminished privileges waiting for you.  Participation in
cheer, participation in gymnastics . . .  these are privileges that I can
and will deny.  Do you understand? - he asked pausing for a reply.

    -œI do, - said Dale, sincerely but quietly.

    -œAnd I -(TM)m not bluffing.  I -(TM)m thinking I will even suspend you
if you are stripped against your will, because somehow I suspect that you
aren -(TM)t really being stripped against your will.  You are either
provoking it, or it is some sort of high-stakes game that the two of you
are playing.  In other words, it is apparent that the two of you are locked
in some sort of symbiotic relationship.  Possibly you both enjoy actively
seeking the other -(TM)s demise.  Whatever it is, take your games
elsewhere! -

    -œA game?  A symbiotic relationship?  You can -(TM)t be serious, -
said Dale in shock.

    -œWhat I am serious about, Miss Jordan, is my plan to address any
future problems with unwavering severity, - he replied with a grim
expression on his face.   -œAnd you, Miss Finch, Did you hear what I just
told Miss Jordan? -

    -œYes, - replied Alexa.

    -œEven though I told her that I would hold her accountable no matter
the circumstances, I don -(TM)t want you to view that as an incentive to
launch another attack.  Any punishment that she receives, you will receive
as well.  Got that? - he asked.

    -œWhat? - exclaimed Alexa, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.   -œYou
can -(TM)t be serious. -

    -œI ensure you that I am.  I -(TM)m completely serious, Miss Finch -
said Mr.  McRoberts.   -œIf it -(TM)s a symbiotic relationship you want, it
-(TM)s a symbiotic relationship you -(TM)ve got.  You -(TM)re seeking to
destroy her, that much is obvious . . .  beyond obvious.  She seems to be
trying to make it easy for you.  Why?  I have no idea . . .  but my best
idea is to link your futures.  Bring me another set of naked photos, I
-(TM)ll suspend her AND remove her from the cheer squad.  BUT, I -(TM)ll do
the same to you.  I -(TM)ll suspend you AND I -(TM)ll remove you from the
drill team . . .  not just from your position as Drill Team Captain . . .
you won -(TM)t even be a rank and file member when I get done with you. -

    -œYou -(TM)re a joke, - said Alexa, hopping to her feet and knocking
over her chair in the process.   -œYou -(TM)re an absolute waste of skin!
-

    -œWatch yourself, young lady, - said Mr.  McRoberts.   -œThe point is
that your futures are now linked.  You now have every reason in the world
to watch out for one another.  The two of you have every reason to behave,
and you both have every reason to protect each other -(TM)s secrets. -

   Alexa stormed out, stomping her feet, purposefully knocking over the
coat tree on her way through the door, which she slammed closed as hard as
she could behind her.

    -œShe -(TM)s right, - said Miss Whitaker, now standing.   -œYou are a
joke.  This takes the cake.  I -(TM)ve never heard anything more ridiculous
in my life. -

   Mr.  McRoberts leaned back in his chair as Miss Whitaker departed.  She
got Alexa -(TM)s chair back on its feet and stood the coat tree back up on
her way out the door.

   After she was gone and the door was closed, Mrs.  Shepherd started
laughing.   -œMr.  McRoberts, - she said.   -œI -(TM)m not yet sure what
to make of your decision.  My first reaction is not completely unlike Miss
Whitaker -(TM)s.  However, that sure was an entertaining way to end a
meeting.  That -(TM)s for sure!  And I can only imagine the discussion
those two must be having right now out in the hall somewhere. -

    -œYeah, I expect I -(TM)m being cursed up one side and down the other,
- said Mr.  McRoberts chuckling.

    -œMy sense is that you deserve it, - she said.   -œTo me this sounds
like a social experiment, the kind of which we should not be carrying out
on our students. -

    -œWell, if you want to continue that discussion, let -(TM)s do so in
private, - said Mr.  McRoberts, tilting his head to indicate Dale -(TM)s
presence.

    -œLet -(TM)s do that.  But right now I -(TM)ve got to get to my second
period class.  I -(TM)m already late, - said Mrs.  Shepherd standing up to
leave.   -œLet -(TM)s go Dale. -

    -œSit down a minute, both of you, - he said.   -œI -(TM)m not done
with Miss Jordan, and I need a witness present. - He took a deep breath
and then looking directly at Dale he said emphatically,  -œGoddamn you
Dale! -

    -œMe?  What? - she asked, a stunned look in her eyes.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 330: Talking to Nate

    -œBoy, did you ever make things difficult today, - he said.  
-œSuggesting that we talk about Alexa -(TM)s mental state.  Calling Alexa
promiscuous.  Bringing up the number of boys who have been in her panties.
What in the HELL happened to the intelligent, polite Dale that I -(TM)m so
used to?  I needed you working with me, not against me this morning. -

    -œI -(TM)m sorry, - said Dale.   -œI felt caged and outnumbered. -

    -œI was planning to let you off with this warning, but boy did you ever
make my job here this morning -- -

   In that instant, the door swung open and Nate barged in.

    -œMr.  Miller! - said Mr.  McRoberts in surprise.   -œJust what in the
hell do you think you -(TM)re doing? -

    -œLooking for Dale, - he said, looking into her eyes, trying to
quickly gain an understanding of what was going on.

    -œThis has nothing to do with you.  This is a closed door meeting, -
said Mr.  McRoberts.   -œNow get out! -

    -œIf it has anything to do with Dale, it has everything to do with me!
- he replied assertively.

    -œYour loyalty is impressive, but your manners are atrocious, - said
Mr.  McRoberts.   -œYou need to leave.  NOW! -

    -œDale? - asked Nate, looking into her eyes.

    -œI -(TM)m okay, Nate, - she said reassuringly.   -œYou can go, but
wait for me.  I think we -(TM)re about done. -

    -œAre you sure? - asked Nate.

    -œYes, I -(TM)m sure, - she said.   -œI -(TM)ll tell you everything in
a minute. -

   Reluctantly Nate backed out, closing the door.

    -œHe -(TM)s a troublemaker, isn -(TM)t he? - said Mr.  McRoberts.

    -œYes, I think so, - said Mrs.  Shepherd.

    -œHe is not, - said Dale.   -œHe -(TM)s solid. -

    -œI think you need to try and step outside your relationship and see
Nate for what he really is, - said Mrs.  Shepherd.

    -œI believe in Nate.  My mom believes in Nate, - said Dale.

    -œI know she does, - said Mrs.  Shepherd.   -œOne of the amazing
things about being a teacher is that we seem to know our students better
than their own parents.  Or in this case, better than your mom knows the
guy her daughter is dating. -

    -œYou only imagine you do, - said Dale.

    -œYou -(TM)re not going to win this argument, - said Mr.  McRoberts. 
-œYou don -(TM)t know how many times I -(TM)ve had parents in this office
telling me that their kids are really just misunderstood little angels.  It
sure must be easy to fool one -(TM)s own parents. -

   Mindful of all the times that she had come and gone naked through her
back door, right under her parents -(TM) noses, she replied,  -œBut Nate IS
a good guy! -

    -œBut a bad influence on you, - said Mrs.  Shepherd.

    -œYour own mother is the perfect example, - said Mr.  McRoberts.  
-œTess was hell on wheels, and boy did your mother defend her!  Either your
mother was not being completely truthful, or Tess sure had her fooled. -

    -œLet -(TM)s not bring Mrs.  Jordan into this any further than we
already have, - suggested Mrs.  Shepherd.

    -œYou -(TM)re right, - said Mr.  McRoberts.   -œLet -(TM)s not. 
However, Dale, I do want to speak with your mother. -

    -œYou do? - asked Dale surprised.

    -œYes, I -(TM)d like to clear the air a little, - he said.   -œI have
a great deal of respect for her.  In many ways, you and she are quite
alike. I -(TM)m surprised she -(TM)s not a corporate executive or a lawyer.
She always seems to be firing on all cylinders.  Smart woman, your mother.
But after what Mrs.  Shepherd reported about the conversation in your home
last night, I -(TM)d like to talk with her.  She should hear about what
happened here today directly from me, and I want her to know that
everything that was said last night had an influence on my decision.  I did
need to be focusing more attention on the inappropriateness of Alexa -(TM)s
actions.  She was right about that.  Might she be home if I call? -

    -œShe should be home, - said Dale.   -œAre you going to ask her to
come to school? -

    -œI expect that we know each other well enough to say what needs to be
said over the phone, but maybe I -(TM)ll leave that up to her, - said Mr.
McRoberts.   -œYou should be very proud of her.  I know she is very proud
of you. -

   Dale smiled and looked down at her knees.  Her mom had indeed made her
proud the night before, but she didn -(TM)t feel the need to comment.

    -œBut I will say this, - said Mr.  McRoberts continuing,  -œYou, Dale,
were such a pleasant surprise . . .  at least until this fall, that is. 
When I saw another Jordan on the new student roster a few years back, I
expected the worst.  Truth be told, I actually do remember seeing it there
because I thought it was an error.  A  -~Dale -(TM) listed among the girls
. . .  that caught my eye.  But not only was it not a mistake, but you
turned out to be the exact opposite of Tess, a real delight.  Prospect High
has been a decidedly nicer place these past few years simply because of
you. If for no other reason than that your personality is so infectious.  I
-(TM)m really going to miss you next year. -

    -œAs will I, - interjected Mrs.  Shepherd.

   Looking over at Mrs.  Shepherd and smiling, Mr.  McRoberts continued, 
-œYes, your gung-ho attitude and the inclusive way you treat the more,
shall we say, average students.  Those will be among the many things that I
will miss.  You should have been Student Body President, but in a way it is
as if you are.  You are the de facto Student Body President, but please don
-(TM)t tell Mike I said that.  But now please . . .  work with us, Dale! 
Please don -(TM)t make me have to follow up on the threats made here today.
Steer clear of Alexa, and do whatever it takes to keep your goddamn clothes
on; excuse my language.  It -(TM)s just really important to me. -

    -œThank you both, - said Dale.   -œAnd I -(TM)m sorry about being
cocky earlier.  But . . .  I want you both to know something . . .  I didn
-(TM)t call Alexa those names she listed off. -

    -œI knew you hadn -(TM)t, - said Mrs.  Shepherd.

    -œWe both knew you hadn -(TM)t, - said Mr.  McRoberts.   -œBut she
apparently sucked Miss Whitaker in with that lie.  Very unfortunate, that
situation. -

    -œFor the record, she did say quite a few hurtful things to me, - said
Dale, her face betraying that she had Alexa -(TM)s words replaying in her
memory.

    -œI -(TM)m sorry about that, - said Mrs.  Shepherd, leaning over and
putting a comforting arm around Dale -(TM)s shoulders.

   Dale turned a little and the two of them hugged.

    -œThank you, Mrs.  Shepherd, - said Dale.

    -œIt -(TM)s sad, but Alexa has a lot of people fooled, not just Miss
Whitaker, - she said.  After a pause she continued,  -œBut it -(TM)s hard
to believe the extent to which Miss Whitaker has bought into Alexa -(TM)s
world view.  But I have to get to my second period class, even though I
-(TM)ll bet that by now all my students will have vanished. -

   Mrs.  Shepherd left, and after exchanging a hand shake and a few more
words with Mr.  McRoberts, Dale did as well.  She thought about saying
something more in Nate -(TM)s defense, but she was trying to get out of
that office as quickly as she could.  She knew that Nate had bought himself
some detention.  There wasn -(TM)t anything that she might say that could
change that, she realized, but she didn -(TM)t want Mr.  McRoberts to have
the wrong impression of him.

   Nate was waiting anxiously for her just outside in the hall.  They
hugged tightly as they came together.  After a soothing hug, Dale excused
herself for an overdue bathroom break.

   When she returned a minute later, they decided to not go to Spanish. 
Dale expected that Mrs.  Shepherd would write her a slip for first and
second period and hopefully one for Nate if she begged . . .  probably not,
but it would be worth a try.  They walked arm in arm down the nearly empty
hallway looking for a place to talk privately.  They ended up in the gym;
apparently the P.E.  classes were outside.

   Dale gave Nate an overview of the discussions that had taken place;
including how she had gotten off with just the warning.  Nate was
understandably baffled by Mr.  McRoberts -(TM) decision relating to how he
was going to link Dale and Alexa, as in, punish them both similarly.

   While filling him in on how everyone else had stepped out so that she
and Alexa could have a private discussion, she said,  -œOh, Nate, now I
remember why I avoid talking to Alexa, not that I ever forgot . . .  but
boy is she unbelievably mean.  Part of me wants to tell you what she said,
but just like with a bad dream, part of me thinks that I -(TM)ll have a
better chance of forgetting much of what was said if I don -(TM)t repeat
it. -

    -œIn that case, don -(TM)t repeat it, - said Nate.   -œI can -(TM)t
believe that at one time I thought that your take on Alexa might largely be
a figment of your imagination. -

    -œYou did? - she asked.

    -œWell, I was still getting to know you at the time, - he said.  
-œAnd you and Alexa are almost never together.  Very few people observe the
two of you interacting at all.  It was indeed possible for me to imagine
that it was all in your head.  I had never been with you that the two of
you had spoken with one another. -

    -œWell, boy did we ever interact today! - said Dale.   -œShe called me
 -~titless -(TM), a titless bitch -(TM), a  -~titless wench -(TM), a 
-~titless wonder -(TM) . . .   -

    -œI see a common thread there, - said Nate sighing and shaking his
head.

    -œShe said our babies will starve, - said Dale.   -œ --implying that I
-(TM)m not big enough to make adequate milk. -

   Nate could see the unmistakable look of hurt in her eyes, and the red
color of her face deepened.  He tried to comfort her by hugging her.

    -œI don -(TM)t want our babies to starve, Nate, - she said talking
into his chest.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 331: Soul Searching

    -œThat -(TM)s ridiculous, starving babies, - he scoffed.   -œThat
makes absolutely no sense.  You -(TM)re hardly titless.  Your gorgeous
topless. -

   Dale -(TM)s eyes had been moist, but now she began to cry, letting all
that she had been suppressing earlier come forth.

    -œI don -(TM)t think of myself as titless, - she said through her
tears, looking into his eyes for understanding.

    -œLike I said, you -(TM)re hardly titless, - said Nate.   -œRemember
the night of Kelly -(TM)s Barbeque, the night of the nipple jewelry
emergency . . .  you were still going out with Jason.  Way more than a
mouthful . . .  you had me check. -

    -œI love that memory, - said Dale.

    -œIt -(TM)s a special memory for me, - said Nate.   -œEvery time I try
and see just how much of one of the titters I can draw into my mouth, my
mind takes me back to Kelly -(TM)s rocky driveway on that warm August
evening.  The titters never fail to satisfy. -

    -œYou -(TM)re so nice, but standing next to Alexa and Jodie, I am sure
that I look more like a guy than I look like them, - said Dale.

    -œYou?  Look like a guy? - said Nate laughing out loud.   -œHardly! 
Someone wants to pay you three-hundred-and fifty dollars per show, per
topless show.  That offer would not be on the table if your tits were not
stunningly beautiful. -

    -œAnd she insulted my family, - said Dale.   -œShe made poor jokes
about us. -

    -œThat -(TM)s so rude, - said Nate.   -œBut don -(TM)t let it bug you.
She was just trying to hit on things that she thinks you might be sensitive
about.  If you let it get to you then she wins. -

   She said things like,  -œIt must be tough to grow up poor AND flat.  And
she said,  -œNo money, no tits, so sad! -

   Nate could see the pain written on her face as the tears continued.  He
wiped then away with the sleeve of his shirt, further damaging her minimal
eye makeup.

    -œMy God, how rude, - said Nate.   -œI feel like wringing her scrawny
little neck. -

    -œShe says she -(TM)s going to call me tit-poor! - said Dale.   -œShe
said,  -~You -(TM)re a tit-poor bitch! -

    -œYou need to try and forget about her.  Why do you care what that
piece of trash had to say? - asked Nate.

    -œI guess I don -(TM)t, but it wouldn -(TM)t hurt if it were all
completely untrue, - said Dale.

    -œIt is all untrue, - said Nate.

    -œAnd she even said I needed to have my nipples pierced so that you
-(TM)d be able to find my chest in the dark, - she said.   -œShe didn
-(TM)t say,  -~find my tits -(TM).  She said,  -~find my chest -(TM) . . .
further suggesting that there are no tits. -

    -œI -(TM)m sorry she said all these things.  She is mean, but we
already knew that, - said Nate.   -œHopefully she -(TM)ll leave you alone
now, based on how Mr.  McRoberts said he -(TM)d give you the same
punishment if there is a next time. -

    -œYes, hopefully, - said Dale.   -œBut I don -(TM)t know.  She sure
was mad.  She was so sure I was going to be kicked out of school or cheer .
. .  something.  She was acting as if she had inside knowledge.  Maybe she
did.  My mom might have turned things around.  She might have saved me. 
Alexa just about popped a gasket when Mr.  McRoberts announced his
decision. -

    -œYou told me she knocked over her chair and the coat tree, - he said.
 -œI wish I could have seen that.  The image of Alexa acting up because she
-(TM)s not getting her way sounds delightful. -

    -œIn a way all her insults were really my doing, - said Dale.

    -œHow so? - asked Nate looking puzzled.

    -œI asked to talk to her alone, - said Dale.   -œThat was sure stupid
of me.  In the first place, I was so caught off-guard by the whole meeting.
And then Mr.  McRoberts was talking  -~harmony -(TM) . . .  as if he wouldn
-(TM)t punish me if Alexa and I managed a truce. -

    -œYou thought you two might be able to get along? - asked Nate
laughing.

    -œStop it! - said Dale punching him in the shoulder.   -œLike I said,
I was stupid.  I hadn -(TM)t thought it through, but I was thinking that I
really had something on her.  That she -(TM)d compromise to keep her secret
safe. -

    -œYou were planning to blackmail her? - asked Nate.

    -œWell . . .  no, but . . .  like I said, I hadn -(TM)t thought it
through, - said Dale.   -œI guess I suck at blackmail.  And I thought you
were bad at it!  I wasn -(TM)t really going to threaten her . . .  just
make her see that I could do her a favor by keeping her secret safe. -

    -œYeah, you do suck at blackmail, - agreed Nate, again laughing.

    -œI was just thinking that she might respond to the situation more like
I would . . .  I mean, like a mature and reasonable person, - she said.  
-œBut Alexa explained to me why I wouldn -(TM)t  -~out -(TM) her . . .  and
she was right.  I wouldn -(TM)t  -~out -(TM) her.  She was thinking circles
around me at that point. -

    -œYou were just flustered, - said Nate.

    -œI guess that -(TM)s a better way to put it, - said Dale.   -œMaybe I
need a do-over.  But I wouldn -(TM)t want to go through that again, even if
I might do better a second time. -

    -œYou don -(TM)t need a do-over, - said Nate.   -œYou survived, and
the outcome is not at all bad.  Alexa is mad because you essentially won.
You should be content with the outcome. -

    -œBut it was painful, - said Dale.

    -œI know it was, - said Nate.   -œBut you weren -(TM)t suspended, you
-(TM)re still a cheerleader, you can still be on the gymnastics team.  We
-(TM)re just going to have to both be especially careful.  Me in
particular. I -(TM)m going to have to be VERY careful. -

   They continued to talk and hug.  Eventually Dale decided that she could
manage to go to third period, so eventually they headed out.  Dale
freshened up her makeup, and by the time the bell rang signaling the end of
second period, they were headed slowly down the hall.  They walked hand in
hand, slowing as they got to the place where they would have to say goodbye
and return to their lives as students.

   Nate said goodbye to Dale with a kiss to her forehead and walked to his
third period class in a daze.  He felt so bad about all that she had been
subjected to that morning.  Being put through all that by Mr.  McRoberts
was bad enough, but the abusive insults from Alexa really put it over the
top.  When he thought about that, his blood started to boil.

   He thought about the effort he had begun to protect Dale from the girls
who had been in on the stripping at Jodie -(TM)s, realizing that he had not
given that enough effort.  He hadn -(TM)t neutralized Alexa.  Michelle
either; however, it was Alexa -(TM)s offensive words that really enraged
him.  He hadn -(TM)t wanted to attack her directly, but now he was feeling
as if he had no choice.  Somehow Alexa needed to be rendered so scared that
she would turn around and run the other direction whenever she saw Dale or
himself.

   The only thing that made it possible for him to make it through the day
was the distraction of focusing on the video eradication project.  He and
Jason kept after that, coordinating efforts by again speaking during lunch.

   He also spoke with Dale at lunch and learned that she had gotten a text
from Kenny.   -œHe told me that he had met his twenty-four hour deadline,
- she had said.   -œI wasn -(TM)t in Spanish this morning for him to tell
me in person, but he did ask Hannah out.  So we -(TM)re on for our double
date.  I think that is so cool!  She -(TM)s lucky; Kenny is so likeable. -

   Nate would have liked to have spent the rest of lunch with her, but
after a few minutes he went back to tracking down football players who
might have downloaded the video.

   That evening Dale came over right after dinner.  She was in a
surprisingly good mood.  Her resilience always impressed him.  She wanted
to spend time together, studying for a while, but then rewarding themselves
with a little fun.  She offered to treat him to a DQ sundae if he would
drive.

   Nate, however, wasn -(TM)t in the mood for either studying or
socializing.  He begged off, saying only that he had something that he
needed to do.  Dale left reluctantly, but he could tell that she was both
disappointed and suspicious.  He felt a little selfish abandoning her that
evening, given the sort of a day that she had been through.

   As soon as he was fairly certain that he could do so unobserved, he
slipped out his back door and made his way up the trail to the golf course.
The moon was even brighter than it had been a few days earlier.  He
explored aimlessly, letting his thoughts wander as he himself wandered.

   Earlier in the day he had been seething mad at Alexa, but now it was he
himself that he was the most angry with.

   He had begun the Nudity Slave agreement with big plans, and for a while
he had not done too badly, in his opinion.  He had made Dale go braless a
few times, even that first evening in front of their parents.  He had also
established his authority with a spanking or two, and he had kept her on
her toes with worry, but then he -(TM)d allowed himself to be distracted
from all that by the depth of his love for her.  And, if that wasn -(TM)t
bad enough, he had spent too much time selfishly wondering about when the
two of them would finally do the deed.

   He realized that he had slipped backwards to doing things more like he
had done prior to their breakup, back when he was simply  -~in charge -(TM)
of her nudity.  She deserved better.  And look how badly things had gone.
The run through town to Susie -(TM)s could have easily resulted in
disastrous consequences.  He kicked himself again for that.  He had known
that the risks had increased greatly that morning because so much time had
slipped away before they had actually gotten onto the track, and yet he had
seemingly decided to chance it.  There was way too much at stake for 
-~chancing it -(TM) to be anywhere in the mix.

   The Sunday night Madison Park mistake had been similar.  He had allowed
Dale input on which night they would head out.  He -(TM)d let her talk him
into going earlier than intended, and he -(TM)d even allowed her to
persuade him into making the park their destination.

   Some  -~Nudity Master -(TM) he -(TM)d turned out to be!  The more he
thought about it, the more disappointed in himself he became.  He
remembered the various plans that had come out of his talk with Kelly. 
Most of those ideas had not been put into play.  He lamented in particular
the fact that Dale was still wearing the nipple jewelry that Kelly had
picked out for her.  Sure he now owned it, but he had never really staked
his claim.  He should have done something about that long ago, replaced
that barbell set with one that was from him and him alone.  Dale need to
not have a doubt in her mind about who really owned her tits . . . 
correction . . .  his tits.

   He thought back to his discussion with Dale earlier in the day relating
to the mean things that Alexa had said.  He realized that all during that
conversation he had not been speaking to her as her Nudity Master.  His
remarks should not have included phrases like,  -œyou -(TM)re not titless
-, but rather,  -œHow dare Alexa insult MY tits . . .  MY tits are plenty
big enough.  I -(TM)m completely happy with them! . . .  and MY tits are
beautiful! -



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 332: An Evening Demo

   Nate realized that he had a decision to make.  He could either slide
back into the role of her boyfriend, attempting to keep her safe from that
role.  Or he would need to get back on track and focus on becoming the
Nudity Master that she needed and deserved.

   He remembered again how hot and bothered she would get in response to
Kelly, how subservient she would become as well.  If he chose to go in that
direction, she would need to feel completely and utterly owned.

   She had recently tried to establish limits by reminding him that her
slavery was limited to her nudity.  He had seen right through that comment.
That was simply an indication that she was resisting her own internal
urges. The fact of the matter was that she craved more.  He knew it.  Her
words might indicate otherwise, but he knew full weel what got her pulse
racing.

   Eventually she would probably need a locking collar, something that she
could not remove.  Something that only he could remove, but never would. 
And it might need to be leash-ready.  He -(TM)d have to give that some
thought.

   While he liked the idea of a collar, and thought that Dale would as
well, he wanted to try and find something that would be much lower profile,
at least initially.  He saw both upside and downside to such a visible
display of ownership.  He decided that it would probably be best to find
something that would make Dale feel every bit as owned as a collar, but
that would fly just under the radar.

   He gave Las Vegas a little thought.  If they went there, then he would
need Dale feeling so owned that she wouldn -(TM)t stray.  He would need to
be absolutely certain of that.  A collar, however, would most likely not
fit the dress code allowed on stage.  It would be no good if it had to be
removed for performances.  He thought of her G-string.  Her symbol of
ownership might have to be contained within that tiny G-string, he
realized. That presented a limitation, to be sure, but there would be
options . . .  some good options actually.

   As he continued considering his poor performance as Dale -(TM)s Nudity
Master, he found an assortment of reasons to be upset with himself.  Dale
had tied him up, but he had never tied her up.  Dale had used the handcuffs
on him, but not since the flagpole date  -" before the start of school  -"
had he put them on her.  He -(TM)d been blindfolded, but he had yet to
blindfold her.

   He knew that he had a decision to make; although, he already knew what
his choice was going to be.  He knew that shortly he would be researching
various types of restraints.  Dale was going to need to feel owned; there
was no way around that.  He would have to go beyond locking up her
clothing. And she was going to have things to worry about.  She liked to
worry . . .  she -(TM)d be worrying!

   After all, a trip to Las Vegas would mean all kinds of enticing boobies
to tempt her.  He had come to realize that at this point he would be a fool
to think that she didn -(TM)t have an interest in other boobies.  He would
have to win out over that competition by offering her something that no
other man or woman had to offer.

   A bit later he turned toward home, now feeling reinvigorated.  He had a
renewed sense of who he needed to be to help them succeed as a couple.

   He headed for Dale -(TM)s house to ask her if she would have dinner with
him the following evening at her favorite restaurant, the French
restaurant. It would be Wednesday, not a typical date night; however, he
felt the need to get going right away on his two major resolutions.

   First, Dale needed to feel the fetters of slavery slowly tightening
around her.  He had to deliver on the feelings of helplessness that Kelly
had been planning on exposing her to.  She craved more, but was not really
willing to admit it, not even to herself.

   Much of his reasoning for needing to step up the slavery aspect was that
he was going to have to rely less heavily on the nudity drug to keep her
satisfied and under control.  He needed to transition some of the emphasis
to other less risky components, such as her hunger for domination and her
need to be worrying.

   And second, he needed to scare the s**t out of Alexa.  She needed to
know that getting anywhere near Dale entailed serious risk.  What Mr. 
McRoberts had told her might very well do the trick, but he felt that his
own initiative was in order and overdue.

   As Nate approached Dale -(TM)s front door he heard music within.  He
knocked, and Dale was at the door in an instant.  She had obviously been
right there in the Living room.  Looking in, he saw both of Dale -(TM)s
parents, her father in his recliner and her mother on the couch.

   When Dale -(TM)s mother saw him, she shouted,  -œOh, Nate --perfect! 
Come in, come in.  Come sit next to me. - He saw her patting the couch
cushion to her right.

   Yep --perfect timing, - said Dale as he walked in and headed for the
couch.   -œI was just starting to give my mom and dad a quick demo. -

   As he took a seat next to Mrs.  Jordan he saw a hula hoop in Dale -(TM)s
hand.  He also noticed that the coffee table had been moved to the end of
the room.

    -œYou are going to be so impressed! - said Mrs.  Jordan patting his
thigh.   -œYou have such a talented girlfriend, and Todd and I have such a
talented daughter.  I knew she was good at this, but I guess I had
forgotten just how good. -

   Nate looked at Dale and the two of them exchanged knowing smiles.

    -œWhat made you decide to take the hula hoop out of storage tonight,
Dale? - asked her mother as Dale went to the stereo to restart the song
again from the beginning.

    -œI don -(TM)t know, mom, - she said.   -œI guess I just noticed it
gathering dust in the corner of my room and decided that it might be fun to
see if I could still keep it up. -

   As she walked back to the center of the room, the familiar strains of
Shakira -(TM)s  -~Suerte -(TM) filled the room.  Nate saw Dale wink at him.

   Without his assistance, the intro was a bit awkward, but Dale did manage
to get the hoop twirling around her one ankle while that leg was pointed
straight at the ceiling.  She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants.  They
were clearly stretchy enough to allow Dale to do the standing splits
unencumbered.

   As she started turning her body slowly in the tilt position, Nate had a
flashback to the moment she had reached up to squeeze her lower tit,
bringing his eyes to her nipple.  That had been the first time that he had
seen her piercings.  It seemed like so long ago and yet it was just as
fresh in his memory as if it had been yesterday.  With her parents there,
Nate expected that she would not squeeze her tit, and she did not.

   Dale progressed through the routine that she had put together for the
performance in the Essex Hotel.  She did leave out a few of the maneuvers,
Nate noticed.  Presumably because they were gymnastics moves that she did
not have room for in their modest living room.

   Nate enjoyed the performance tremendously.  For him it was a blast from
the past.  He had watched the DVD a few times, but never with Dale.  He had
wanted to watch it with her, but it just hadn -(TM)t happened.

   Largely Dale seemed to be as good as she had been on performance day. 
The biggest difference that Nate noticed was that she was dressed.  He
found himself wondering if it were easier to do nude.  Just possibly the
hoop worked best against skin and possibly the clothing was somewhat
restricting.  He made a mental note to ask Dale about that later.

   As the song came to an end, Dale stopped the hoop and curtsied for her
small audience.  Even her curtsy brought back memories for Nate.  Dale
plopped down on the floor in front of him, resting her arms on his knees.

   Looking up into his eyes, Dale asked,  -œSo, Nate, what do you think? -

   In considering her question, Nate knew that he needed to be careful how
he replied.  He couldn -(TM)t believe that Mrs.  Jordan was unaware that he
knew that Dale was so accomplished with the hula hoop.  To the best of his
knowledge she had practiced around her house the week before their trip and
he had been around some of the time.  He thought that her mother had
probably been there as well; although, he couldn -(TM)t really recall.

    -œYou make that look so easy, - he said.   -œHere give me a quick
lesson.

   He hopped up and put the hoop around his waist.  He had tried before,
but was lacking the rhythm or some other key ingredient.  For whatever
reason the hoop invariably would pass his hips and head for the floor after
as few as three or four revolutions.

    -œYou -(TM)re going to need a lot of work, Nate, - she said laughing.
And I don -(TM)t know if we -(TM)ve got the time for that now.  With the
talent show coming right up, we need to be focusing our efforts there. -

    -œI know, - said Nate.   -œI have an idea!  We could do a hula hoop
show for the talent show instead of La Bicicleta.  How about this?  Here
stand in front of me and I -(TM)ll lift up the hoop and place it around
your ankle to help you get it started.  Wanna give it a try? -

    -œNice try, Buster, - said Dale laughing.

    -œThat -(TM)s actually a pretty good idea, - said her mother.   -œYou
could put on a great hula hoop show and Nate could have a token role, just
as he suggests. -

   Nate and Dale just looked at her mother.  She was quite serious and they
just started laughing.  Nate got Dale -(TM)s attention, secretly indicating
to her that he wanted to talk to her.  She bowed for her parents, but then
grabbed Nate and dragged him back to her room, laughing as she went.  Once
there, she plopped down on the bed giggling uncontrollably.

    -œI guess Mr.  McRoberts was right after all, - said Dale.   -œIt sure
seems to be easy to fool one -(TM)s parents!  I don -(TM)t think they even
realize all the time I spent hula hooping earlier in the fall.

    -œOr how you seem to have decided to take your show on the road . . .
to Vegas! - said Nate.

    -œI -(TM)ve decided to do that? - asked Dale.

    -œWell, it hardly seems to be a coincidence that you are suddenly hula
hooping again, - he said.

    -œI -(TM)m just thinking about it, that -(TM)s all, but the next thing
that I -(TM)m going to do is to learn how to hoop while doing a hand stand.
I -(TM)ve always wanted to be able to do that, - she said.

    -œThat sounds hard, - said Nate.

    -œI understand that it is, - she said.  But then flashing a coy smile
she continued,  -œYou know, it -(TM)s kind of fun to think about being a
showgirl.  Do you think I -(TM)d look good in a sequin G-string? -

    -œDuh!  I -(TM)d pay good money to see you in a sequin G-string, -
said Nate.

   Laughing, Dale said,  -œAnd I -(TM)ll bet there would be lots and lots
of cute titties up there on stage with me. -

    -œSo that -(TM)s what you -(TM)ve been thinking about, is it? - asked
Nate.

    -œLots of things, - she said.   -œAnd I -(TM)ve been trying to figure
out how to keep you interested in little old me, given all that
competition. I -(TM)m sure there would be some gorgeous ladies on stage in
those little G-strings.  I expect you -(TM)d want to see the show, right?
-

    -œOf course . . .  you couldn -(TM)t keep me away, - said Nate.  He
suddenly found himself laughing out loud.  How ironic it seemed that they
might both have been thinking about the same thing; about how they might be
taking their chances by allowing the other to be exposed to lots and lots
of bare boobs.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 333: Making Dale Blush

   Eventually Nate got around to asking Dale out to dinner for the
following evening.  As he had hoped, she loved the idea.  He transitioned
seamlessly into informing her exactly how she would be dressed.  He had
decided to have her wear the blue dress that he had given her late in the
summer, the dress he had hidden under the bridge at Spruce Lake.

   Additionally, she was to wear no underwear, neither bra nor panties.  He
had considered having her wear panties and then requiring her to remove
them at the table in the restaurant.  In the end he had decided on no
panties because he wanted her to spend the next day worrying about that.

   He had also decided that she needed to wear her tallest high heels. 
They were white, so he knew that they would look great with the blue dress.
She had shown them to him, but never worn them on a date because she said
that they weren -(TM)t very comfortable.  He figured that they would be
fine for a restaurant date.  She wouldn -(TM)t be on her feet much, but
more importantly she would be learning that being a Nudity Slave would, at
times, involve some discomfort.

    -œOkay, now it -(TM)s time for the key ingredient of your date outfit,
- said Nate with a commanding smile.   -œEverything off, Slave Girl! -

   He could tell that Dale liked his reinvigorated Master persona as she
obediently stripped.  Once she was nude, she stood there, dutifully
awaiting his next command.

    -œNow I need the pussy jewel and magnet, - he said.   -œAs I recall,
you put in in your nightstand after I took it off. -

    -œI did, but now it -(TM)s in my jewelry box, - she said, walking over
to her dresser and opening a nondescript jewelry box located on top.

   She poked around for a moment in a small compartment and then turned,
pressing something tiny into his hand.

    -œAre you going to put it on me? - she asked with a cute little smile,
her head angled down but her eyes looking up into his.

    -œI -(TM)ll be putting it on MY pussy, - he said while tickling her
smooth mound with his four fingers and giving her a sweet little kiss that
had,  -~and you have no choice -(TM) written all over it.   -œTurn on all
the lights and then stretch out on the bed, every pillow you have under
your butt. -

   Dale did as instructed, getting initially into an arch position, the
soles of her feet and her shoulder blades on the bed, her pelvis thrust way
up toward the ceiling.  In that position, she used her hands to pile up the
pillows underneath her bottom as he had directed.

    -œLike this? - she asked once her pelvis was supported well over a
foot off the bed by a stack of five or six pillows.

    -œNow do the splits to make room on the bed for me, - he instructed.

   As he watched, mesmerized, Dale straightened out her legs horizontally
and then swept them back, tracing graceful arcs in the air.  Once she
reached a full splits position, her pointed toes looked to be over six feet
apart.  Her legs looked long and exquisitely shaped in that position in
particular.  She appeared quite leggy when nude and in the splits.  It was
almost as if her two legs became one long leg with a foot on each end; the
one leg transitioning smoothly into the other after passing the brief
interruption that was her shaved pussy.

   Nate placed the small piece of jewelry in his shirt pocket as he took up
a cross-legged position at the bottom of her bed.  Her stretched-wide,
tilted-up pussy was conveniently right before him.   -~No need to hurry the
good parts, -(TM) thought Nate as he brought up an index finger and started
poking around gently among the soft, moist folds.

    -~It -(TM)s good to be Nudity Master, -(TM) he thought to himself.  
-~How did I ever lose sight of Super-Sizing the slave experience for Dale .
. .  in ways that don -(TM)t involve much risk? -(TM)

   Shifting his view from her pussy up to her face, he commented,  -œI love
it when you point your camera right at my face like this. -

   She was looking at him, and he saw her blush and look away at his
comment.   -œWhen I point my camera? - he heard her softly remark as if to
herself, emphasis on the  -~I -(TM).

    -œFeeling a bit exposed are we, Slave Girl? - he teased.

    -œDoes it get any more exposed than this? - she asked not meeting his
gaze, her face continuing to get brighter red.

    -œProbably not, - he said.   -œHowever, I think we can open the
aperture just a bit more. -

   He placed a palm on each of her inner thighs and pressed gently down and
away.  As he had suspected, Dale did have a little bit of flexibility in
reserve.  Her feet went both closer to the floor as well as moving up,
closer to her ears.  The movement tilted her pelvis even more toward the
ceiling pulling her labia majora wider apart, in turn stretching her labia
minora a little bit more open.

   Looking lower down, Nate saw the opening into her vagina increase in
size.

    -œI can see right on in, - he teased.

    -œNate, you sure are trying to embarrass me, - she said.

   Again using just his index finger, Nate started tickling her clitoral
hood and the soft, wet surrounding area.

    -œGetting quite slippery, aren -(TM)t we? - he commented.

    -œNate, - she said, hiding her face under her arms.   -œThis is
embarrassing enough. -

    -œAnd you need to take your arms down and watch me smiling into the
camera lens, - he said.   -œCheese! -

    -œWhy is my pussy all of a sudden a camera lens? - she asked.

    -œBecause it is MY pussy, and I can have it be whatever I want it to
be, - he said.   -œAnd just why are you blushing, Slave Girl? -

    -œI know you -(TM)re not that slow, - said Dale.   -œI mean, this is a
really embarrassing position that you -(TM)ve gotten me into. -

    -œBut you -(TM)re not the embarrassed type.  You -(TM)re the bold  -" I
like to have my pussy seen  -" type, - said Nate.

    -œBut it -(TM)s still embarrassing, - said Dale.   -œI still
experience all the emotions even though -- - He voice trailed off, but
then she continued,  -œI guess it is somewhat like my relationship with
worrying. -

    -œOkay? - asked Nate not quite following her drift.

    -œRight.  Just because I like to worry, doesn -(TM)t mean that I don
-(TM)t worry.  Just because some of the aspects of being embarrassed are
pleasurable, it doesn -(TM)t mean that the embarrassment is absent.  I
still blush  -" you know that  -" I guess I just like how it feels to
blush. -

    -œYou sure are blushing now! - announced Nate.

    -œStop it, - she said, again covering her red face with her arms.

    -œCome on, Dale, we -(TM)re Super-Sizing the experience.  I need you to
look into my eyes while I look deep into your vagina. -

   Peeking out between her arms she asked,  -œDo I have to? -

    -œYes, - nodded Nate.

    -œI -(TM)ve never seen into my vagina, - said Dale thoughtfully.

    -œWell, there -(TM)s a first time for everything, - said Nate.

    -œHow -(TM)s that going to work, - she asked.

    -œMirrors maybe? - said Nate.   -œBut for now I -(TM)ll take a
picture. I suppose it -(TM)s high time I try and outdo the famous Alexa
photo, the one that you got so mad at me over. -

   Nate got out his phone and got up on his knees to attempt to get the
perfect angle.  He noticed that her fragrant bouquet filled the room.

    -œThis is going to be so great, - he said.   -œOpen glistening with
slippery-osity.  Slippery-awesome-osity -

   Nate took a photo, but then again took his index finger and started
stirring around, spreading the juice and fluffing up the lips to form the
perfect flower.

    -œIt -(TM)s not very romantic to be poked, - said Dale.

    -œI -(TM)m not trying to be romantic, - said Nate.

    -œWhy do I believe you? - said Dale sarcastically.

    -œLike this better? - asked Nate.

   He leaned down and with his tongue wide and flat, he licked her slowly
from bottom to top.

    -œI suppose that is nicer than being poked with the one finger, - said
Dale.   -œA little bit, anyway. -

    -œI -(TM)m just posing the pretty pussy, - said Nate, again pushing
gently on her thighs to make sure she was at maximum stretch.

    -œThis sure looks like one horny pussy, - commented Nate.   -œBut your
vagina doesn -(TM)t look all that big or deep. -

    -œI think it stretches, - said Dale.   -œBut surely you know that.  Or
did you fall asleep the day they showed the childbirth video in health
class? -

    -œI know it stretches . . .  for that, - said Nate.   -œBut I -(TM)ve
heard of tight teen pussy.  That must be what I -(TM)m looking at. -

    -œDo we have to have all the lights on? - asked Dale.

   Nate looked up and saw how red her face, neck and upper chest were.

    -œStill blushing, I see, - he said.   -œYou -(TM)re really cute like
this, if you know what I mean. -

    -œNate -- - she pleaded.

    -œDon -(TM)t get impatient, Lover, - said Nate.   -œWe -(TM)re having
fun. -

    -œWell, sort of, - she agreed reluctantly with a sigh.

    -œTime for some sharp photos, - said Nate, trying to frame a photo
that was aimed straight into the depths of her vagina.   -œToo bad Kenny
-(TM)s not here. -

    -œThank God, Kenny -(TM)s not here! - said Dale.

   Nate took a few photos, but then seeing the look on Dale -(TM)s face, he
pointed the camera in that direction, hoping to capture the color in her
cheeks.

    -œNate -- - said Dale complaining.

    -œYou are so goddam pretty like this, - he said, his voice betraying
the depth of his feelings for her.

    -œI can -(TM)t imagine that I could be, - said Dale.   -œI -(TM)m sure
my hair looks awful. -

    -œI -(TM)m just in love, - said Nate.   -œBut to any male it would be
the same.  Even dressed and with your hair tangled like that . . .  your
red face just oozes sexy. -



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 334: Dinner Date

    -œAre you going to reattach the gem? - asked Dale.

    -œThat -(TM)s the plan, - said Nate.   -œJust taking my time.  I
-(TM)m enjoying myself.  You -(TM)re enjoying yourself.  Why rush? -

    -œI -(TM)m enjoying myself? - asked Dale.

    -œBe honest, - said Nate.

    -œWell, I guess a poke down there is better than a poke in the eye, -
said Dale.  Nate laughed at her joke as she continued,  -œBut the lights
are a bit bright. -

    -œBut you like your pussy being looked at, even if it is just me, -
said Nate.

   Dale took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking to the side.  She
could feel her heart beating rapidly.  She could feel the warmth in her
cheeks.  She could feel the cool air on her sopping wet pussy.  She couldn
-(TM)t deny it, so instead she avoided Nate -(TM)s direct gaze.

   Nate took a few more pussy close-ups, but then sat back down.  He again
poked and pulled at her clitoral hood to try and figure out how he would go
about inserting the magnet.  He separated the magnet from the encased gem
with his thumbnail, and then stretched out the clitoral hood, trying to
open it up a little.

   He looked up and saw that Dale had gotten her elbows underneath her,
lifting up her head.  She was watching intently, a look of concern on her
face.

    -œDon -(TM)t worry.  I -(TM)ll be careful, - said Nate, slipping the
magnet up inside.

   A moment later he had the magnet about where he thought it should be. 
He worked to center it, but then pinching the clitoral hood to hold the
magnet just inside in position, he placed the gem on top.  He felt it grab
and stick.

    -œDoes that feel okay? - he asked, as he prepared to take a few 
-~after -(TM) photos.

   Dale reached down with her right hand and felt where it was.

    -œIt -(TM)s good, - she said sounding relieved.   -œHow does it look?
-

    -œIt looks hot! - said Nate.   -œNipples and pussies both look superb
with sparkles.  It looks like you -(TM)re dressed formally, ready to go out
on the town . . .  nude.  Now your pussy is ready for our dinner date
tomorrow.  You can relax. -

   Nate helped Dale get all the pillows out from under her.  She stretched
out on the bed, seemingly enjoying the feeling of having her knees back
together.

   Nate got up and turned off all the lights but one.  He then returned to
the bed, stretching out next to Dale, holding her close, cheek to cheek.

    -œI sure love you, Nate, - said Dale, planting a tender kiss on his
chin.

    -œDo you like having the gem back on MY pussy? - he asked, tapping on
it with a finger.

    -œI like it, - she said.

    -œOkay, but don -(TM)t like it too much, - said Nate.   -œOnly I get
to play with it, right? -

    -œBut I -(TM)ve been wondering about trying to see what I might
accomplish, as in,  -~with my own hand -(TM) when you -(TM)re not around,
- admitted Dale.

    -œWell, maybe I -(TM)ll permit that in the future, - said Nate.  
-œBut not MY pussy, and not tonight, not until I say so. -

    -œReally? - asked Dale sounding disappointed.

    -œYep, tonight you -(TM)ll keep your hands clear, okay? - asked Nate.

    -œI guess, - said Dale reluctantly.   -œAre you spending the night? -

    -œI -(TM)d like to, - said Nate.   -œBut it -(TM)s a school night, and
the big game is this weekend.  I think we should be good. -

   It involved superhuman effort, but somehow Nate did make it to his own
bed a little later.  Even though he had told Dale to leave herself alone,
he did not feel so inclined.  He lay there thinking about ways to step up
Dale -(TM)s Nudity Slave experience as he gave in to the call of the boner
that he had been sporting ever since he set foot in Dale -(TM)s house for
the unexpected hula hoop show earlier in the evening.

   Her hula hoop show had been so hot, even dressed.  He forced himself to
think just about that, Dale clothed and hula hooping, while he stroked
himself to test his theory.  Sure enough, just a couple of minutes later he
felt the familiar pressure rising as he passed the point of no return.  A
few minutes later he fell asleep, relatively happy and content, especially
considering how the day had begun.

   When Nate got to Spanish the next morning, Dale looked particularly
radiant.  At times he felt as if he fell in love with her all over again,
every time he saw her.  That particular instant was one of those moments.
She smiled at him so sweetly as he took his seat.

    -œHi, Lover, - he whispered leaning close.

   Still smiling, she winked at him.  He saw her hit  -~send -(TM) on her
phone.  A moment later his phone buzzed signaling the arrival of a text
message.  He managed to read it by hiding his phone behind Kenny as
SeÃ+/-ora Flores began taking role.

    -œThanks for being my handsome Lover, - it read.   -œI -(TM)m so glad
I found my soulmate while still so young.  I -(TM)m totally looking forward
to going out to dinner tonight! -

   Strong emotions surged through Nate as he realized that she had just
used the word  -~soulmate -(TM) for the first time in relation to their
romance.  He tried to maintain his normal  -~classroom -(TM) appearance as
his heart did backflips.

    -œSo am I! - he wrote in big letters on a blank page in his notebook,
turning it so she could read it.  He had so much more he felt like saying,
but it would have to wait.  He saw her read what he had written and nod
with a smile.  She then turned her attention to SeÃ+/-ora Flores and he did
the same.

   Just after class Dale -(TM)s priority seemed to be congratulating Kenny
on stepping up and asking Hannah out.  Kenny was beaming, and Dale was
making him feel good with her enthusiasm, so Nate just followed along
behind feeling somewhat like a third wheel as the two of them walked down
the hall.

   When he caught up with Dale at lunch, she was trying to calm Carly down.
He quickly surmised that Dale had just brought Carly up to speed on Alexa
-(TM)s latest attempt at having her kicked out of school.  Nate knew that
Carly would find out sooner or later, so it was smart of Dale to inform her
in person in order to try and keep her from going ballistic.  However, it
was again quite challenging to keep Carly from running off to find Alexa
right then.

   Part of Nate wanted to tell Carly,  -~have at -(TM).  He thought that
Carly, as a girl, would be able to get away with things that might land him
in jail.  He knew that Dale -(TM)s philosophy did not include retaliation,
so he worked with her to convince Carly that smashing in Alexa -(TM)s face
was not something that had to be done right then . . .  maybe soon, but not
right then.  Inside he felt like he was walking a tightrope.  He wanted
Dale to see him as a peaceful person.  He knew that was important to her;
however, he would have rather spent the time talking to Carly about how the
two of them might corner Alexa in a dark alley.

   Carly was clearly baffled as to why they were both working at keeping
Alexa from getting what she so obviously deserved.  While they talked, Nate
continued to search his brain for ideas of how to deal with Alexa
effectively.  He had come to realize that he, like Dale, was a bit of a
pacifist by nature, but he knew that the time for retaliation had come.

   As Nate was about to leave the lunchroom to head to his fifth period
class, he caught sight of Alexa and Jodie alone.  They were just talking,
but seeing them together stirred a few memories.  He had developed a bit of
a working relationship with Jodie as they had worked through the details of
the victory dance; however, her relationship with Alexa had always bothered
him.

   It was with good reason that he and Dale had suspected that she had been
the one who had loaned Alexa the skirt.  Their suspicions had ultimately
been confirmed.  He thought back to the reasons that they had suspected
Jodie.  She had been in on the initial strip in the locker room, sustaining
an injury at the hands of Carly.

   Additionally, she had surely been the one who had designated the
upstairs bathroom as the ladies bathroom, forcing Dale to go upstairs away
from safety that night.  Nate -(TM)s sleuthing had revealed that never
before had there been male-female designations on the bathrooms at Parker
Halloween parties.  Nate wished there were a way to learn what they were
discussing, but there wasn -(TM)t and he had to get to class.

   That evening when Nate knocked on the door to pick Dale up, her mother
answered.  She was delighted to see that Nate had brought her daughter a
bouquet of roses.

    -œSuch a sweet young man! - she said.   -œI could put them in water,
but I presume that you -(TM)d like to give them to your girlfriend first.
- Nate just nodded as she continued,  -œShe looks so lovely in the blue
dress that you got for her.  I love it.  She told me the whole story. -

   Nate just nodded and smiled.  As Dale entered the living room in the
dress and the white high heels, he was wondering what kind of a tall tale
Dale had told her mother.  He was certain that it did not include a nude
swim across a lake or getting dressed underneath a bridge.

    -œIt -(TM)s chilly out, - he told her, handing her the flowers.  
-œYou -(TM)ll need some sort of a wrap or a jacket to be comfortable this
evening. -

    -œWhy thank you, Nate, - said Dale, admiring the flowers.   -œIsn
-(TM)t he the sweetest? - she continued addressing her mother.

    -œHe -(TM)s a keeper, that -(TM)s for sure, - said her mother with a
genuine smile.   -œShould I find a vase for the flowers, dear? - she
asked.

    -œThanks mom, - said Dale handing over the flowers as she turned to
open the coat closet.

   A short while later they had been seated and were looking over the menu.

    -œHow are you feeling my pantiless Slave Girl? - asked Nate.

    -œPantiless, - said Dale looking deep into his eyes.

    -œGood, - said Nate smiling.

   As they settled into conversation after ordering, Dale informed Nate
about some last minute changes that had been made to the pep assembly
schedule.  Normally pep assemblies were held mid-morning on the Friday
before a game, whether the game was on Friday or Saturday.  However, the
noise parade had been deemed a huge success, so they had made a few changes
to shoehorn another noise parade into the schedule.

   For several reasons it had been decided to hold the mid-morning pep
rally a day early, on Thursday.  That would then free up Friday, so it
could become the noise parade day.  The parade would depart directly from
Prospect High at the end of school.  It was felt that more students would
drive in the noise parade if it began at school just after school let out
for the day.

   They had decided not to hold the noise parade on game day so that the
football team could take part and ride on one of the makeshift floats.  The
main negative comment that had been heard about the first noise parade was
that the alumni in town had been expecting to be able to see and cheer on
the football players themselves.  Having the team in a Friday parade worked
as the coaches had decided against another practice that day.  They
believed that a parade might do just as much for the team -(TM)s mental
preparations as yet another football practice.

   A noise parade on game day was also less practical because the game was
being played seventy miles away on neutral ground in Dayton.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 335: The Mat Room

   Nate was very interested in what the cheerleaders were talking about now
that the final game was approaching.  The victory dance was now a given;
however, in just three days the girls would learn if they would be dancing
with or without their bras.  Nate expected that emotions regarding the
outcome were intense and varied.  As he had pretty much expected, Dale knew
little about what the other cheerleaders were really thinking.  Other than
Susie, and to a lesser degree, Kendra, they did not really confide in her.

   She did however know that Susie was torn.  In fact, Dale categorized her
as  -~a mess -(TM).  While she wanted the team to win, the last thing that
she wanted to do was to have to go to a dance wearing nothing more than her
panties.  Dale talked about how if the team won, some more practice
sessions would be required.

   Nate hoped that topless air hockey might be a possibility, but he knew
not to mention that idea.  The best way to guarantee that it wouldn -(TM)t
happen was probably to seem too interested in it happening.  He was wise
enough to act indifferent about the idea of again seeing Susie topless,
especially now since Alexa had just brought Dale -(TM)s insecurities in
that area to the forefront.

   All in all, Nate and Dale ended up having a very enjoyable, romantic
meal, even holding hands across the small candlelit table between courses.
They were both feeling very relaxed.  For some reason the defeat of Alexa
-(TM)s latest initiative seemed to add to the stability of the future for
both of them.  They both felt happy and so much in love as they discussed
all that lay before them.

   They discussed college, career options, all the places where they wanted
to live and the other places to which they wanted to travel.  To Nate
-(TM)s delight they even talked about one day forming a family.  Dale was
thinking two to three children, which wasn -(TM)t all that different than
the three or four that Nate had been considering.  He hadn -(TM)t really
thought about it all that much, as it did seem so very far away.  In part
he liked the idea of no children . . .  just keeping Dale all to himself;
however, he knew that when the day came, he -(TM)d want kids.  He just didn
-(TM)t think that one or two was best.  He -(TM)d been an only child and
Dale had just the one sister, so families of that small size did not seem
ideal.

   The evening turned out essentially perfect.  They were two happy young
people, deeply in love, and their future seemed so very bright.  Little did
they know that they were passing through the eye of the hurricane.  There
was quite a storm ahead.

    -œOne week since our exciting  -" snow angel, run to Tink -(TM)s house,
attack of the Tess Monster  -" Thanksgiving morning! - said Dale with a
smile, as Nate walked up to her just outside of Spanish class on Thursday
morning.

    -œWow, only a week.  Was that ever a morning! - said Nate shaking his
head.   -œYou and I are a battled hardened couple, that -(TM)s for sure. -

   Nate would have liked some real Dale time, he was feeling so close to
her, but at best they had only a minute before the bell would ring for the
start of second period.  It was so nice to have the one class with her. 
They could at least sit together.  As they took their seats, he thought
back to that first day of the school year when he had first learned that
they were to have Spanish together.  He smiled as he recalled how she had
punched him on the way out of class.  That punch had been the first step in
bringing their relationship out of the shadows and onto the high school
stage.

   Dale was in her cheer uniform and Nate was wearing his number
seventy-nine game jersey.  The big pep rally would take place later that
morning.  The enthusiasm for the football title game was everywhere.  There
were brightly painted butcher paper banners in the common areas, and even
kids who didn -(TM)t pay much attention to school sports were wearing black
and white to show their school spirit.

   After Spanish, Nate, Dale and Kenny all walked down the hall toward
their third period classes.  The cheerleaders were all released idway
through third period to allow them time for final assembly preparations. 
The remainder of the student body would then converge on the gym at the
conclusion of third period.

   It had been announced during first period that the pep assembly was
mandatory, not just for students, but for faculty as well.  Nate had never
heard of a pep assembly being mandatory for teachers; they seemed to like
the additional time free from students.  However, given the magnitude of
the game for the small town of Prospect, making the assembly mandatory
hardly seemed necessary.  He suspected that nearly everyone would have gone
anyway.  He even expected that half the town would have come, were they to
be invited, but that would never work.  As it was, the gym would be
standing room only.

   Just as she did for every assembly, Dale made her way alone to the gym
about twenty five minutes later.  The gym was empty when she got there. 
She was not used to being first on the scene for an assembly, but then she
realized that there seemed to be people in the mat room.  The mat room was
a windowless practice area used by the wrestling team just off the main
gym. It saw regular use as a staging area.  The pep band and drill team
typically lined up there, for example, in preparation for half time shows
during basketball season.

   As they were playing the Benton Bisons, the Maverick would be a part of
that day -(TM)s assembly.  They would be staging a mock buffalo hunt.  Dale
enjoyed the assemblies in which the Maverick was involved.  She often rode
it or did stunts on its back.  Being the top gymnast on the squad had
cemented her role as the girl on the Maverick, a role she loved.  And as
she had told Nate, it made her feel like the Brocho-Busting gal in the ad
that had been meaningful to her grandfather.

   As she walked across the gym to the mat room, she could hear voices
within.  She opened the door and saw that the Maverick was indeed in
position, ready to make its grand entrance.  Jodie was standing next to it.

    -œHey Jodie, - said Dale in her enthusiastic cheerleader voice.

   She saw an expression of anguish cross Jodie -(TM)s face and then the
room went dark.  Dale turned just in time to see the door close behind her,
thrusting the room into pitch-blackness.

    -œGoddam it Alexa! - shrieked Jodie.   -œShe saw me!  What happened to
our lookout? -

    -œNo one talk, - commanded Alexa from somewhere to Dale -(TM)s right.
Dale felt hands grabbing her from all sides.   -œNo one else say anything .
. .  don -(TM)t give yourselves away.  She won -(TM)t squeal.  Jodie, she
won -(TM)t tell on anyone.  She never has, and she doesn -(TM)t want World
War Three.  Now get the pillowcase over her head. -

   Dale struggled violently, trying to pull free; however, she was again
severely outnumbered.  She tried to dig her nails in and scratch the arms
holding her, but everyone seemed to be wearing long sleeves.  That was
surely an Alexa initiated change after all the scratches that she had
inflicted on her legs that night in Jodie -(TM)s bathroom.

   She thrashed her head violently side-to-side, trying to keep them from
putting the pillowcase on her.  In that instant, she felt her spankies
shoot down her legs all the way to her ankles.  A moment later her skirt
was with them at floor level, and she felt the cool air on her bare crotch.
She had always worn a thong under her spankies, but Nate had told her via
text that morning as she had been dressing that it was a  -~no panties day
-(TM).

   The distraction of losing her skirt and spankies had made it easy for
them to get the pillow case over her head.

    -œGood, it -(TM)s on, - she heard Alexa say.   -œLights back on. -

   A moment later the lights came back on.  That much she could tell, but
the pillowcase kept her from seeing who her other assailants were.

    -œAlexa, this is a very bad idea, - reasoned Dale, standing there bare
from the waist down.  It was sinking in that she was again the victim of an
Alexa organized strip assault.   -œWhatever you -(TM)ve got planned, it is
a terrible idea. -

    -œShut up, - said Alexa angrily.

    -œThey -(TM)ll know it was you, even if I don -(TM)t tell them, - said
Dale.

    -œI don -(TM)t care anymore, - said Alexa.

   While she was trying to figure out a strategy or a reply, Dale felt
hands around her neck and then on her face.  Someone was reaching up inside
the pillowcase.  Someone was attempting to force something into her mouth.
She clamped her teeth shut and started whipping her head around to try and
prevent it.

    -œI need help, - she heard Alexa say.

   She felt more hands on her head and then a moment later she was punched
in the stomach.  With no warning to allow her to tighten up her muscles, it
knocked the wind out of her.  As she opened her mouth to cry out, a ball
was forced inside.  She tried her best to spit it back out, but then she
felt straps being secured behind her head, pulling the corners of her mouth
uncomfortably back.  She tried yelling at Alexa, but it was no good.  The
gag was effective and securely in place.

   She tried to pull her head down to get free of the pillowcase, but they
were again too quick.  A moment later it was pulled tight and held in place
around her neck.

   As she continued to struggle and thrash about, Dale tried to figure out
the extent of Alexa -(TM)s plan.  She was already bottomless.  It seemed
clear that she was destined to again be stripped completely naked.  For
whatever reason, Alexa seemed obsessed with stripping her.  She thought of
the assembly, now less than fifteen minutes away.  Surely Alexa was not
planning to -- She tried to block that possibility out of her mind, and yet
that seemed to be the only possibility.  Why else would Alexa strip her in
the mat room right before a pep assembly?

   For years Dale had both feared and dreamed of cheering nude at a game or
an assembly.  She felt her heartrate notch up and she felt tingling
sensations throughout her pelvic region as various images fought their way
into her consciousness.

   As she wracked her brain trying to think of alternate plans that Alexa
might have in store for her, Dale felt hands around the hem of her shirt.
She tried to yell, but more drool than sound came out.  She did manage to
make a noise, but not much of one.

   To her dismay she felt her body betraying her.  The sensations shooting
around her pelvis increased, and she knew she was getting wet.  That
familiar feeling was undeniable.

   Next she felt someone tugging on one of her ankles, trying to lift it up
to get the skirt and the spankies away from her.  She tried to keep her
feet firmly on the floor trapping her clothes there, in hopes that she
might get her arms free to pull them back up.  However, a second set of
hands joined the first set near her foot.

   Once her foot was up, she felt someone trying to remove her shoe.  A
minute later, in addition to her skirt and spankies, she had lost both her
shoes and her socks.

   Just as she realized that the only thing that she had on below her waist
was the little piece of jewelry mounted front and center on her pussy,
Alexa noticed as well.

    -œNot only did the little slut forget to wear panties today, but . . .
look girls . . .  a new piercing! - announced Alexa.   -œAnd she -(TM)s
dripping wet.  The skank is actually getting off on this. -

   Dale clamped her thighs together and shifted her hips back.  She was
trying to hide the gem but also half expecting to feel touches down there.
To her relief, none came.

    -œYou -(TM)re such a naughty slut! - hissed Alexa venomously.



   The Exhibitionist Next Door - 336: The Mat Room continued

   Dale tried to reply, but it was no use.  It only made the drooling
worse. She heard laughter and a few whispered comments as Alexa continued
verbally insulting her.  She was obviously playing to an audience.  Dale
tried to listen carefully, trying to figure out who her accomplices were.

    -~Who is the naughty slut? -(TM) she desperately wanted to say.   -~The
girl being stripped or the famous blow job queen organizing the stripping?
-(TM) But there was simply no way to make any intelligible sound.

   The next thing she knew, her top was being lifted up.  As it was being
taken off over her head, she struggled to try and at least keep her arms in
the sleeves.  At that point, she realized how hard her heart was beating
and how rapidly she was breathing.  She had been both worrying about what
was to come as well as thrashing about with all her might.  At best all she
had accomplished was a little delay.  No matter how she tried, she could
not think of a way to derail their plans.  There seemed to be no way to get
free, and no way to alert Nate that she was in serious trouble.

   As she lost the shirt, she felt something down at one of her ankles. 
She pulled it free and actually managed to kick someone.  She heard a girl
yell in pain, but a moment later there were more hands on her ankle.  She
kicked at whoever was there with her other foot, but in the next instant
she felt the sharpest pain on her butt as it was slapped very forcefully.
She cried out instinctively, but little sound made it past the gag.

    -œI -(TM)m going to finally win, Dale, - gloated Alexa.   -œFeel free
to make this as painful for yourself as you want. -

   Dale again kicked at those near her ankle, but then she felt a second
spank, even more painful than the first.  Down at her ankle she could tell
that a rope was being wrapped around multiple times.  She then felt it
being tied securely.

    -œHitting wasn -(TM)t part of the plan, - she heard Jodie exclaim.

    -œShut up, I -(TM)m in charge, - snapped Alexa, delivering a third
painful swat to Dale -(TM)s bare bottom.   -œLook girls, - she continued.
-œShe -(TM)s even getting off on being spanked. -

   Dale heard laughter but she also heard Jodie say,  -œCool it with the
hitting, Alexa. -

    -œI -(TM)m responsible for everything, the spanking included, - said
Alexa angrily.

   Alexa again started making fun of Dale -(TM)s level of arousal as well
as what she believed was a clit piercing.  Dale did her best to keep her
knees clamped together.  Doing so, however, became impossible as someone
took the other end of the rope and pulled her leg up and away.  Hiding the
wetness was no longer a possibility anyway, even had she been able to keep
her legs together.  It felt as if her juices were about to start running
down her thighs.  The air felt very cool on her soaking wet, obscenely
exposed pussy.  At that moment she was glad to have the pillowcase to hide
her eyes behind.

    -œNow the bra, - she heard Alexa announce.   -œYou do realize, Dale,
that the bra is the last of it.  The entire school awaits.  There won
-(TM)t be a person that hasn -(TM)t seen your tit --less --ness after
today, - she said laughing out loud.   -œHow embarrassing for you!  I
mean, how exciting for you!  Every girl -(TM)s nightmare  -" naked at
school  -" but for you, clearly a dream come true, right? -

   Dale was puzzled.  Alexa obviously had figured out that she was an
exhibitionist and that being seen got her excited, so why would she be
doing this?  By her last statement, it was clear that even Alexa was aware
of the contradictory nature of trying to do harm to an exhibitionist by
giving her what she craved.

   Dale felt her bra strap go loose as it was unhooked.  She continued to
fight, but all of a sudden she was not sure why she was fighting.  That too
was contradictory.  She wanted whatever was coming.  That she knew.  She
wanted it bad.  She -(TM)d always wanted it.  It would be embarrassing and
so very humiliating.  And yet she fought on, trying unsuccessfully to keep
her bra straps on her arms.  Above all else, she didn -(TM)t want Alexa to
get the best of her.  She didn -(TM)t want her to win, not at all.  That
was really what the fight was about for her . . .  not letting Alexa win.

   But in a way, she knew that Alexa wouldn -(TM)t be winning.  She knew
that Alexa would pay dearly for what was happening.  And what was odd was
that she could tell that Alexa knew it as well.  As her bra was removed
from her arms, a deep realization came over her.  Somehow she and Alexa had
indeed become locked in an irrational battle.

   The idea had sounded absurd when Mr.  McRoberts had suggested it;
however, to at least some extent he had been correct.  It was a battle that
they were both destined to win AND lose that day.  By her comment,  -~I don
-(TM)t care anymore, -(TM) Alexa had indicated her resolve.  In order to
finally win, she was willing to lose . . .  to pay the price.  While she
hated her more than anything, something in Alexa -(TM)s level of commitment
did seem worthy of admiration.

    -œYep, those are the titties that have all the guys in this school
drooling.  Look at them, girls.  Go figure, right?  Now they will all
finally see just exactly what they have been missing out on, live and in
person, - said Alexa.

   Dale had been suspecting since the attack had begun that they were
planning to put her on display at the assembly; however, hearing Alexa
announce it made it all too real.  She felt so conflicted about being naked
under those circumstances.  She wanted it, and yet she didn -(TM)t.  She
knew that everything would be completely different from that point on.

   Only a tiny handful of students had seen her completely nude and in
person, and another small group had seen her topless.  Photos and the
topless video had been circulating, but suddenly she was faced with the
prospect of being completely nude, in person, in front of the entire
student body as well as the faculty and staff.

   The only saving grace would be that it wouldn -(TM)t be her doing.  She
would obviously be a victim, meaning that she couldn -(TM)t be punished. 
Or could she?  In that instant Mr.  McRoberts -(TM) words came back to her.
He had said that he would punish the both of them similarly if something
more were to occur.

   She thought back to how angry Alexa had been that day.  It was not too
hard to imagine that Alexa had decided to take matters into her own hands.
Had Mr.  McRoberts -(TM) words emboldened her?  Did she really believe that
she could rely on Mr.  McRoberts to keep his word?

   Dale was lost in thought, when she heard Alexa command,  -œIt -(TM)s
almost time.  Bend her over. -

    -~Bend her over? -(TM) thought Dale, panic surging through her.  
-~What in the hell might Alexa have in mind? -(TM)

   It was with relief that Dale heard Alexa announce,  -œIt -(TM)s time for
the Tramp Stamp! -

    -~Tramp Stamp? -(TM) thought Dale, and then it dawned on her.  She was
probably about to find out what they had been planning to do to her at the
Parker Halloween Party.  Alexa -(TM)s plan had been thwarted that evening,
but possibly she had just converted it to fit the new venue.  The mention
of a tramp stamp brought the bungee jump to mind, and suddenly the rope
tied around her ankle began to make sense.

   As she thought about it, more pieces started falling into place.  Alexa
had been so obsessed with proving that it was Dale in the Bungee Girl
photos.  In fact, the first time she had been stripped had involved just
that, Alexa on a fact finding mission, searching for an elusive tramp
stamp, a tattoo on her lower back.  She started picturing herself suspended
nude by her ankles above the basketball court during the assembly.  If
Alexa could get her up there, how would anyone manage to get her down?  And
would she be safe?  Nudity was one thing, but being dropped on one -(TM)s
head on a hard floor was quite another.

   While she was worrying about that, she heard Alexa making still more
jokes about how sopping wet her pussy was.  Mixed in with the wet pussy
teasing were observations about how her nipples were as hard as the jewelry
mounted in them . . .  also clear evidence of just how excited she was . .
. how much of a slut she was.  After a while, it seemed as if Alexa -(TM)s
nipple fixation knew no bounds, and those remarks seemed to induce their
share of laughter.

   It was the laughter that stung more than anything.  Alexa -(TM)s
accomplices, the identity of a few she thought she might have figured out,
seemed to be getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of Alexa -(TM)s mean
comments.  It really was painful to think that there were other girls that
hated her enough to follow Alexa down this risky path.

   Dale did her best to block those terrible thoughts from her mind, but
the discussion of her rock hard, excited nipples continued.  And the
narrative wasn -(TM)t just about how aroused she obviously was, but also
how slutty her pierced nipples made her look.

   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

   As the end of third period approached, Nate -(TM)s phone vibrated,
signaling the arrival of a text.  As carefully as he could, to keep Mr. 
Wheeler from noticing, Nate took his phone out of his pocket.  He saw, 
-~Tink -(TM), on the screen as he swiped to open the message.

   The text read,  -œWhere -(TM)s Dale?  Is she at school today? -

   It took Nate a few seconds to process.  He had been fully absorbed by
Mr. Wheeler -(TM)s history lecture.  But once he realized that Dale must be
missing, he stood up with a start, knocking into his desk so hard that both
his book and notebook fell onto the floor.

   As he turned to dash out of the room, he received a second text which
read,  -œSorry, false alarm. -

    -œMr.  Miller! - shouted Mr.  Wheeler loudly, pulling his attention
away from his phone.

   Just then, a third text arrived.  It read,  -œThey tell me she -(TM)s
here --in the mat room with the Maverick.  I guess I forgot about that. 
Sorry. -

   Nate looked up and saw Mr.  Wheeler glaring at him.

    -œPut your phone on my desk, Mr.  Miller, - he demanded.   -œAnd see
me after class. -

   Nate walked forward and reluctantly placed his phone on a corner of the
Mr.  Wheeler -(TM)s desk.  He had been ready to race off to the gym to find
out what was going on.  He was glad that Susie had let him know of her
concern, and yet she had gotten him in trouble.  He expected that he -(TM)d
get his phone back, but that he -(TM)d have to serve some after school
detention.  At least it probably wouldn -(TM)t have to be that week,
because of football practice.