Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Doppelganger
Part: Chapter 14 of 31
Summary: Justin was born with a little extra - a set of
         female sex organs - but that was just the
         beginning.
Keywords: mffff, oral, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2005

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INTRODUCTION

Justin Rogers was born with something special - a 
complete functional set of female sex organs.  Eventually 
he found they didn't really belong to him but to his twin 
sister Tina who spent much of her early life sharing his 
body.

Since she is able to emerge from and rejoin him, they 
share their memories, their experiences, and their sexual 
desires.

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Saturday
========

Leslie couldn't believe she had outed them!

Had it been a subconscious wish to declare her love for 
Tyler?  She didn't really think so.

---

Their parents were uniformly happy that they were dating 
as a group.  As the weeks passed each of the three girls' 
parents had wondered if Justin was "interested in" their 
daughter and vice versa but they all liked him and his 
cousin Tina and at least his presence might deter the 
packs of marauding lustful boys who they were sure would 
descend on four "unescorted" girls.

In each case the daughters protested they were "just good 
friends" which made one parent suggest to his partner 
that Justin might be gay since he continued to hang out 
with a bunch of girls without one of them latching on to 
him.  If he'd only known!

---

They were going to a movie and then out to supper.  It 
was nice to spend some time together out of the bedroom 
or Katie's basement; though their time together in those 
places now involved far more than just sexual 
interactions and their excursion was just as likely to 
include some.

They had taken games like Monopoly and modified the rules 
slightly so that penalties other than the purely monetary 
applied; there was now a rush to build hotels, and being 
sent to jail while someone was there meant you ended up 
being their "bitch".  Strip (subsequently Naked) Twister 
also proved extremely popular but they could only play 
that when the house was empty.

They even managed to actually do some homework together 
and it was the general improvement of all their grades 
that encouraged their parents to look favourably on their 
frequent, and often late night, meetings.

They met in the park by the lake, really a dammed stream 
that didn't really rate the name of "river" that it had 
been given.  It wasn't much by some standards but it was 
a beautiful green pathway through the middle of the city; 
rolling lawns, an old rotunda long deserted by the 
defunct municipal brass band, boats for hire from the 
reedy banks and a fountain playing from the centre during 
summer.

Katie was picked up by Tyler's mother while Leslie came 
to Justin's house and those three caught a bus from 
there.  Leslie had brought a loaf of stale bread with her 
and they fed the competing ducks, pigeons and seagulls 
that gathered around any party that was being generous.  
Then they strolled along the pathway in the direction of 
the movie theatre.

When Katie slipped her arm behind Justin she was pleased 
that he smiled as he put his arm around her waist.  She 
was even more pleased that his other side remained 
unoccupied.  The other three, walking slightly behind 
them, made silent fun of their actions but when they 
wrapped their own arms around each other in mocking 
imitation they found it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Justin had let Katie make the first move.  It was one 
thing to fool around in private; he wasn't always so sure 
how the others would react when outsiders could see them.

When they got to the cinema the girls left Justin to buy 
the tickets while they headed off to commandeer the 
ladies room.  By prior arrangement they had all worn 
skirts and it was a matter of only seconds to stash their 
knickers in their ever-present bags.

There was time enough to get snacks and then the bell 
rang to indicate a session was open.  They were among the 
first in and got a row near the back.  Katie was a few 
seats away from the wall where they hoped no-one would 
want to sit, then came Justin, Tina, Leslie and finally 
Tina a couple of seats from the aisle.

There was a sense of amused camaraderie between them and 
once the lights went down they frequently turned to a 
neighbour for a quick kiss; the popcorn was passed up and 
down the line and, once it was gone, they held hands to 
watch the movie.

Fortunately there was no-one behind to notice the strange 
behaviour.

Tyler decided to have some more fun and whispered in 
Leslie's ear.  "I've got something for Katie.  Will you 
pass it down to her please?"

"Sure."

Tyler gave her a passionate kiss, sucking Leslie's tongue 
into her mouth where she gently bit down then she scraped 
her teeth over its surface as she let Leslie slowly pull 
it out from her grip.

Leslie found she could still feel the other girl's touch 
on her tongue as she turned, smiling wildly, towards 
Tina.  What a delicious feeling!

Tina accepted the message and passed it on to her 
brother.  Both found it intriguing and exciting as well.

Justin turned to Katie.  "Tyler sent something for you."

"Yes?"  She looked at his hands.

"No.  Here."

She found her tongue sucked into his mouth and searched 
around for some foreign object.  The means of transport 
seemed rather unusual but they had all swapped enough 
saliva and other juices that she was not concerned about 
it.

When Justin applied the steadily increasing pressure she 
found it a strange feeling; when he released her the full 
experience became apparent.

Katie leaned forward and waved to her friend down the 
other end.  They had been best friends and fellow 
explorers into matters sensual before the others had come 
along and it was nice to know that could still apply now 
she had Justin and Tyler, unexpectedly, had Leslie.

Once the "message" had been passed to Tina, Tyler placed 
Leslie's hand on her leg and put her own on Leslie's.  
Leslie needed no further encouragement to slide her hand 
under Tyler's skirt and they both spread their legs to 
give the other adequate access.

Tina noticed the girl next to her slump down slightly in 
her seat and looked closer to see what was going on.  In 
the flickering light from the movie she could just make 
out the slight movements of their arms.  She squeezed 
Leslie's hand and smiled at her when she turned to look.

Leslie smiled back and disengaged her fingers so she 
could seek Tina's twat as well.  She had always found the 
idea of groping with her date at the cinema wildly 
exciting; more so than the reality had proven to be on 
the two occasions when it had happened.  Now, sans 
underwear and with not one date but apparently two, or 
maybe four, she finally found a situation that met her 
expectations.

Tyler started when she realised it was Tina's hand that 
brushed over the back of hers.  She thought at first it 
was Leslie's but then figured out it couldn't be.  HER 
left hand was currently occupied elsewhere.

Tina continued to caress Tyler's hand; she had no 
intention of trying to invade the pitch.  Her fingertips 
flowed over Tyler's knuckles and insinuated themselves 
between the bases of each digit so she could feel each 
movement as Tyler worked her magic touch on Leslie's 
pussy.

Leslie was returning that magic twofold, though the other 
girls didn't realise that her hand movements were 
synchronised.  It was the first time she had fingered 
both the girls at the same time and she was intrigued by 
the subtle differences she could detect.

Tina's outer lips were less noticeable and the coating of 
hair felt thicker and a little coarser;  Tyler's inner 
lips were longer but thinner; and Tina's secretion seemed 
more abundant but thinner - watery next to Tyler's slime.

She only wished she could make a visual comparison, and 
perhaps even conduct a taste test!

Unaware of her appraisal, Tina was wondering whether her 
brother was similarly enjoying some lovely lady's even 
lovelier touch.  She squeezed his hand and then released 
it and slipped hers across to his lap.  Yes!  There was 
Katie's.

Copying her previous encouragement to Tyler, Tina ran her 
fingertips over the back of Katie's hand.

She noticed that it, like Tyler's under her left hand, 
was lying flat over her brother's crotch, but outside his 
jeans.  "Katie!  You naughty girl", she thought.  Katie 
got a sharp rap on the back of her hand.  "What DO you 
think you are doing young lady?"

Katie heard none of this of course but when she ventured 
to put her hand back she found Tina struggling with 
Justin's fly.  A little light bulb went off above her 
head and she took hold of Justin's waistband.  The zip 
slid easily down.

The couldn't very well high five but the wriggling 
fingers conveyed much the same sense of achievement.  
Tina moved the material aside so Katie could reach in and 
extract the goodies while Justin looked around to double 
check both that no-one was currently paying them any 
attention, and that they wouldn't be visible later.

Katie took charge of the business end and graciously let 
Tina trap the base of his shaft against the webbing 
between her thumb and first finger, allowing her fingers 
to slip below the fabric of pants and underwear to 
massage his balls.

Katie repeated Justin's surveillance of the nearby 
audience.  There was nobody directly behind them and few 
in a position to see them at all.  Unless there was some 
sudden movement or noise, no-one would even look across 
this way.

She leaned over the seat, wishing she could get rid of 
the armrests, and took the knob into her mouth as Tina 
and Justin looked on in amazement.  It was hard to 
believe this was the same girl who had agonised about 
being found playing with Tyler's tits.

Justin had not come that day (it WAS only mid-afternoon 
and Tina, knowing they would be going out, had also 
wanted to stay fresh) and he knew he wouldn't be able to 
last long, especially with the exquisite way she was 
doing that, yes, just there, ohhhh ...

He quickly reached into his pocket for a handkerchief.

He was in time but it wasn't necessary.  Tina felt the 
pulses pass by her hand as Katie's lips made contact with 
her fingers; Justin's cock was blasting straight down 
Katie's throat!

Katie let the first surge pass into her gullet, 
swallowing madly and crushing the sensitive end of 
Justin's prick between the back of her tongue and the 
roof of her mouth.  She started to gag and pulled back 
until her lips just circled the furrow behind his cock 
head.  She relaxed her grip on the shaft and felt her 
boyfriend's foreskin slide past her lips as it covered 
the hairless head.

Another spurt was deftly relocated to her cheek before 
she had to make the choice of swallowing or 
embarrassingly hawking in the otherwise silent cinema.  
She dealt similarly with a smaller load and then lifted 
her head so the grateful boy could cover his cock with 
the cloth to trap the remaining oozing emissions.

Katie tapped on his arm.  He looked and she puckered her 
lips while pointing to the other end of their group.  She 
then indicated each person in turn before emphasising the 
end again with just the tip of her tongue squeezing 
through her lips.  Justin could just see a pale seepage 
in the light from the screen.

Justin leaned towards her and whispered, "You've got 
something for Tyler?"  His suspicions were correct.

It was the biggest quantity of semen he had held in his 
mouth and the experience made him even more grateful to 
each of the girls who had been willing to accept his 
release into their mouths.  So far only Leslie had missed 
out, though she was one of the "cum sisters" who had 
imbibed a mere symbolic quantity of his seed.  As he 
passed the surprise on to Tina he wondered how Leslie 
would react.

As he watched Leslie's eyes open wide and her forehead 
frown he wasn't too sure whether he should pass her his 
handkerchief so she could spit but she simply looked past 
Tina to smile (with closed lips) at him, and at Katie who 
had leaned forward to watch as well.

Then she recovered her hand from Tina's pussy and held 
the scented coating under Tyler's nose.  Her mouth opened 
to receive the treat but, after she had sucked Leslie's 
fingers clean, Leslie put her hand behind Tyler's head 
and leaned in to give her a kiss.

Tyler naturally responded and allowed her lover's tongue 
to enter through her pearly portal.  Once inside, the U-
shaped organ flattened and wiped the remainder of the 
present over Tyler's questing tongue and the roof of her 
mouth.

Now it was the turn of Tyler's eyes to widen.  Justin had 
obviously come and his cum had been passed from Leslie 
who can't have blown him.  That left Tina and Katie and 
with the way Katie was grinning at her the sample must 
have passed right down the line from her.

Tyler moved back from Leslie, giving her a brief kiss 
before mouthing a "Thank you!" down the line.  She felt 
terribly dirty and that excited her.

With no pun intended, the rest of the movie was an anti-
climax following that.

-----

They moved through the late afternoon crowd that was 
gathering for the evening's entertainment.  Restaurants, 
live music venues and bars were filling (though the five 
of them were still too young), people were queuing for a 
stage show and others were waiting for one movie or 
another.  It was a fine Saturday night and a large 
minority of the populace was seeking their entertainment 
in this precinct.

They made their way to a pancake restaurant down a small 
but well used side street and were shown to a booth 
towards the back of a side room.

The waitress took their orders and returned a short while 
later with their drinks.  They were seated much as they 
had been in the cinema except now Tyler was between Tina 
and Leslie.  They were laughing and carrying on, quiet 
but happy and not having to be quite as controlled since 
they had the room to themselves and the backs of the 
chairs gave them some privacy anyway.

When they got their pancakes the fooling around continued 
with Katie and Justin feeding each other, forking food 
from their plates to the groans from the others.  Leslie 
thought she could go one better and put a small triangle 
of the syrup-drenched hotcake into her mouth before 
kissing Tyler and passing her offering across.  "It has 
to be better than the cum", she thought.

From the look on Tyler's face she thought she must have 
been wrong.  Then she realised Tyler was looking past 
her; and so was Tina.

Leslie turned and there they were - Simone and Ainslie 
from school.  They were heading to the bathroom which the 
others hadn't realised was through the archway next to 
their booth.  That they had been seen was bad enough; 
that Ainslie had a grudge with Leslie was worse; that she 
also had a cheap camera with her and had reacted quickly 
enough to use it while Leslie was kissing Tyler was a 
disaster.

"Hello Leslie, Tyler.  Oh hi Katie - and with Justin!"  
Simone was trying to be friendly in what she found to be 
an uncomfortable situation.  Ainslie and Leslie simply 
looked daggers at each other.  "Sorry we haven't been 
introduced", Simone addressed Tina.

Katie did the honours.  "Justin's cousin Tina - Simone.  
And Ainslie."

They exchanged hellos, Ainslie breaking her stare to look 
briefly at the newcomer.

"Let me have the film Ainslie."  Leslie was speaking 
through a clenched jaw.

"No I don't think so.  I'm sure there are a lot of people 
who would love to see Miss Up-Herself pashing away like 
that.  I don't think we'll eat here after all.  Let's go 
Simone."  She turned and walked away.  Simone shrugged, 
looked a little apologetic and waved goodbye before 
following her companion.

"Sorry guys.  She'll get those developed first chance and 
then I know copies will be plastered over the school."  
She looked at Tyler.  "I'm sorry sweetheart.  I didn't 
want this to happen.  I should have been more discrete." 

"Don't be silly."  Tyler gave her a kiss, not concerned 
now who saw or whether there were any cameras about.  The 
girl she loved was worried and Tyler knew they would both 
take some flak over it once the story got around the 
school.

"If only there wasn't a photo.  People know Ainslie's got 
it in for you and without proof many would be inclined to 
think it's just a bit of slander she's made up."

Justin looked at Tina.  She nodded as she realised what 
he must be thinking.  "It's too late to drop them off 
anywhere today.  Do you know where she lives?"

The others turned to look at her.  "Yes", said Leslie.  
"Not far from my place."  Tyler nodded her puzzled 
agreement.

"Okay then tell us everything you can - family, pets, 
layout.  Has anyone been in there?  Where is Ainslie's 
room?  Does she have trouble sleeping?  Anything?"

All they knew was she had two younger sisters, Sophie and 
Jill and they thought both her parents were still around.  
There had been no mention of any other siblings or 
houseguests that anyone could recall and if there were 
pets they certainly weren't dogs - the yard wasn't fenced 
so a dog would have been seen roaming around.

Katie was the only one to have been inside and that had 
been some years ago.  "Let's see.  I went in the back 
door - it passes the laundry on one side and then opens 
into the kitchen.  There's a corridor to the right that 
takes you past her sisters' room - they share - and then 
Ainslie's and then the bathroom.  It continues around a 
corner past the entrance to the lounge on one side and 
her parent's - no, she hasn't got a mum - her father's 
room at the front of the house on the other; there might 
be another room there, I don't remember.  The other side 
of the lounge joins the dining room which is part of the 
larger kitchen."

Justin had been scribbling the described diagram on a 
paper napkin as she spoke.

"At least that was what it was like three years ago - she 
was nice then.  What happened between you?"  Katie looked 
at Leslie.

"I don't honestly know.  Apparently I said or did 
something which offended her so badly that she really 
hates my guts.  What do you plan to do now you know all 
this anyway?"

"I don't think we should say - If you don't know, you 
can't be an accessory can you?"

"If it fouls Ainslie up, I don't mind being an 
ACCOMPLICE!"

"In that case, how about a little burglary?"

"You seem mighty confident."

"We have a little way with locks.  Well if you've gotten 
your appetite back why don't we finish our meal and go 
case the joint?"

Trusting that Tina and Justin could develop a plan to 
match their enthusiasm the others agreed that it couldn't 
hurt.

-----

"There it is."

Justin and Tina were a little disappointed.  They would 
have preferred a bit more cluttered landscape.  Instead 
there was a poorly maintained but closely mown lawn with 
a few shrubs spread through a garden bed more devoted to 
weeds than flowers.  A small hedge provided an indication 
of the boundary of the property but there was barely 
enough height to lie behind, let alone to use to change 
clothes.

They had an open carport rather than a garage and the 
floral display behind the house consisted mainly of 
roses; brambles really.

Tina would have to merge with Justin away from the house.  
It would be easier for one person to approach it anyway.  
If they waited an hour it would be dark enough that they 
might avoid detection.

"About an hour I think.  We need a distraction and a 
couple of lookouts would be handy too.  Any offers?"

"What sort of distraction Justin?"  Leslie wanted this to 
succeed but she didn't want to get into worse trouble 
while trying to escape from this mess.

"Someone needs to talk to Ainslie at the front door while 
we work around at the back.  Ideally anyone else in the 
house should be drawn there too but that might be harder.  
It might also be useful to have someone visibly, yet 
quite innocently, running away if something goes wrong 
and there is any pursuit."

"I don't think Ainslie would talk to me but I don't mind 
being a decoy - I've got a tracksuit I can wear and I'll 
simply be out jogging."

"I think I'd better talk to her - she might let me plead 
your case but I don't know she'd be swayed."

"That's okay Katie.  If you can keep her there we should 
be all right."

"Shall we head back to Leslie's house then and 
synchronise our watches?"

---

It was easier to say goodbye to Tina at Leslie's but 
harder to explain why she wasn't going to be involved.  
All Justin could say was that she would be checking 
things out while the rest of them were doing their parts 
but she had to get into position before then.

Justin and Tina excused themselves and Tina went into the 
toilet.  She immediately vanished and Justin went in and 
collected her clothes.  He was thankful he could finally 
justify carrying the folded plastic shopping bag for all 
these weeks and wished it wasn't necessary.

Leslie changed and Justin borrowed a pen light from her.  
Tina might need to see in a dark room.  There was only 
one problem - she needed to carry it with her when she 
merged and it was far too big for his mouth.  He hoped 
Leslie's father didn't hold it in his mouth when working 
or suck on the end when musing over some problem.

He disappeared into the toilet again and had to finger 
himself until there was enough moisture in his vagina to 
slip the mini-flashlight inside.

That left only one orifice for the film since there was 
no way he was going to carry it in his ass!

They set out as a solemn group and Tyler stood by a 
neighbouring fence where she could see Justin at the side 
of the house and also Leslie who had a view of the front 
door.

She watched and passed on Leslie's signal to Justin.  He 
moved around the back and was out of her sight for a 
second or two.  If he was outside, and heading back 
towards her, ducking under a side window as he came, how 
were they going to find the film?

Tina had appeared inside the locked back door.  She 
slipped the key out of the lock and dropped it quietly 
beside the counter.  It was easily found but if there was 
a pursuit it would add vital seconds to the chase.

She looked around the empty kitchen.  A bright blue 
camera should stand out if it was there.  Nothing.

She stealthily moved down the corridor to Ainslie's room, 
their antagonist's voice growing louder as she approached 
the corner.  A look inside the bedroom also revealed 
nothing; she paused long enough to open a wardrobe and a 
couple of top drawers but if it was hidden it could take 
a while.  She tried to remember if Ainslie had had a bag 
or something with her but could think of nothing.

It was better to have a quick look around other areas and 
trash her bedroom only as a last resort.

She crept down the corridor hoping Katie could keep up 
the conversation long enough for her to check out the 
lounge.  There it was; sitting on the television set in 
the corner nearest the front door.  And the lounge was 
occupied!

Tina quickly debated what to do.  If she waited Ainslie 
could remove the film (if she hadn't already done so) or 
move the camera where it would be harder to find.  She 
would have to perform a snatch-and-grab; in and out 
before they could react, grab the film, ditch the camera 
and disappear.  It would all depend on whether the film 
had been wound back.  Maybe it would be better to wait.

She contemplated the camera again, dismayed by the 
difficulties imposed, and noticed the small canister next 
to the camera.  Ainslie was efficient; she had already 
removed the camera and was ready to take it in before 
school on Monday.

Tina took a deep breath, quietly stepped up to the 
doorway behind Ainslie and then almost jumped to the TV, 
grabbed the film, leapt over one of Ainslie's sisters 
lying on the floor and then exited into the dining room 
where she pushed the film spool into her mouth and simply 
disappeared.

Katie and Ainslie heard the confused shouting inside the 
house and Ainslie went inside.  She returned a little 
while later and turned angrily on Katie.  "Who was that?  
What are you up to?"

Katie could honestly ask what she meant.  She certainly 
didn't know, for sure, who was inside but she suspected 
it was her own darling Justin.

"My father said he looked up to see a naked girl streak 
through our living room.  Who was she?"

"I don't know.  Why would anyone streak through your 
house?"

"Just get out of here and you can forget about trying to 
talk me out of showing the whole school what your little 
friends were up to."

She closed the door behind her, leaving Katie alone on 
the porch.  "I hope whoever was in there was successful!" 
she thought as she returned to the others.

They met some distance away just in case they were being 
watched.  Justin presented them with a roll of 
undeveloped film; he had crushed it with his foot so the 
end came off and had then unrolled the contents so no-one 
could get any prints even if they recovered it.

"Ainslie was saying something about a naked girl in the 
house?"

"Don't worry.  You weren't the only distraction.  Head 
back to Leslie's and I'll be with you in a minute."  He 
smiled and having excused himself, went over to some 
bushes where he reached inside his pants.

It was awkward without dropping them in public but he 
finally managed to remove the flashlight that hadn't been 
required.  Though it was a little uncomfortable now he 
recalled how nice it had felt while Tina had had to run 
and wondered if they might find further use for it.

He wiped it off and slipped it into his pocket.  "I'll 
have to give it a better clean before I give it back to 
Leslie!"  He ran to catch up.

---

When Justin had retrieved the bag containing Tina's 
clothes and left to take Katie home, Tyler had stayed 
with Leslie.  They had the film, how only Justin and 
perhaps Tina knew, but they still had to face Ainslie on 
Monday.  The only question before was whether she would 
wait for the pictures to out them; now she had no reason 
to delay.

Even if Ainslie was partly discredited there would be 
enough who would believe her; the mud would stick and she 
would be gloating.

"We could steal her thunder."

"Huh"  It was something Leslie hadn't thought of.

"If she's got old news, how can it benefit her?"

"But that would mean everyone would know."

"Are you ashamed that you love me or that I love you?"

"Never Tyler.  I don't mind people knowing that, I just 
worry how they'll treat us."

"They're likely to treat us that way anyway so what do we 
have to lose?  I know someone who might be able to advise 
us."

"Who?"

"My Mum."

So they headed over to Tyler's house to start the process 
of revealing their feelings and to seek what support and 
solace they could find.

The decision made, it seemed natural to hold on to each 
other as they walked.  In the early evening there were 
few to take any notice of them and, anyway, it wasn't too 
unusual to see two girls arm-in-arm without there being 
any special connotations; Leslie's head occasionally 
resting on Tyler's shoulder was a little more suspicious 
though and the kiss for luck as they crossed the final 
street before Tyler's block, if it was seen, would have 
ended all speculation.

"Hi Mum.  I'm home."

"Hello dear.  I'm back here.  Oh hello Leslie.  How are 
you?"

"Okay thanks."

"Mum, have you got a little while to discuss a problem 
we've got?"

"Sure.  Let me just put these things away.  Put the 
kettle on please.  I'll only be a minute."

When her sewing room was as tidy as it ever got Megan 
joined the girls in the kitchen and found a coffee 
waiting.

"Okay.  What's the big drama?"

"Er.  Well, I'm in love."

"Oh?  Justin or someone else?"

"No.  Justin is Katie's."  She reached out and took 
Leslie's hand in hers.

"Oh!"  Megan looked at Leslie.  "And you presumably feel 
the same way?"

"Yes I do."  The two girls smiled at each other, uncaring 
of Megan's presence or concerns.

"And you're how old?"

"Sixteen, like Tyler."

"You're both still young then.  You might feel you're in 
love and yet one day discover you like boys after all 
..."

"Oh we like boys Mum.  We don't have a problem there 
other than the local supply.  It's just we also don't 
have a problem with girls either, and we just happen to 
have fallen in love with each other."

Megan noticed Leslie nodding her agreement with each 
comment.

"Well in that case congratulations to both of you.  
Without trying to down play the situation, is that all?  
You don't have anything else that's a problem?"

"How people are going to react at school mainly.  There's 
one girl who isn't too nice; she knows and she'll make 
sure everyone else does.  We think it's best to tell 
people first."

"That would be a good strategy.  You realise you will be 
labelled as lesbians, lezzos, dykes or whatever?  How do 
you plan to deal with that?"  Megan wanted them to face 
the worst that they would experience - if the were able 
to consider their responses beforehand rather than 
reacting blindly they would be better off.

"We don't think anyone would notice the distinction if we 
say we're bisexual and, given that it isn't really their 
business in the first place, adding extra information 
isn't going to help."

"I agree.  Teenagers, and quite a few adults, often don't 
bother with subtleties.  They see in black and white; the 
range of grays comes with age and experience."

"I was worried at first but Tyler convinced me that I 
shouldn't be ashamed to say I love her.  I'm proud that 
she loves me."

"Well that's one approach.  You could proclaim your gay 
pride."

"How?"

"Just by wearing a symbol to openly acknowledge your 
sexuality.  We did when I was at Uni."

"You did?" exclaimed Leslie.

"That's why I knew we could speak to Mum.  She used to 
have a girlfriend.  My 'Auntie' Pat would come and stay 
sometimes after my Dad buggered off.  I was too young to 
notice too much but I remember seeing them kissing.  What 
happened to her Mum?"

"She moved interstate and eventually shared a farm with 
another women - some hippy type but they're happy so who 
am I to criticise?"

-----

Megan had been strictly hetero until after her husband 
had deserted her.  She could understand him deciding he 
had no more interest in her for whatever reason his 
puerile mind deemed important but how could he have just 
walked out on their darling little girl?

Patricia had been an old friend who had supported her and 
over time they had found themselves in bed together.

It had made Megan realise that she could find love 
without a dick being involved though she didn't find 
that, in itself, to be an objection to loving.

Pat had in time been transferred with her job and the 
tears Megan had cried when she had left had been far 
different from those when Pat had needed to help her.

Pat HAD helped her get her life back together and in 
doing so had made her stronger; Megan would miss Pat but 
she was saddened not devastated.

With a new sense of confidence she went back to complete 
the Arts Degree she had changed to part-time when Tyler 
had come along and then deferred when her bastard husband 
left.  Megan's mother babysat her beloved grand-daughter 
and Megan got the qualifications that, combined with some 
demonstrated skills, allowed her to enter a small fashion 
house.

She didn't get to Paris and Milan but the clothes she had 
designed were being worn by tens of thousands of 
teenagers and, if the labels were only found in chains of 
department stores, at least she had a well-paying job she 
liked and an opportunity to occasionally boast to her 
proud daughter that "that's one of mine".

University had been an interesting challenge.  She met so 
many people, usually two or three years younger than her, 
and with eyes opened by the months spent with Pat and 
fanny heated by the months subsequently without her, she 
rated both the males and the females according to how 
personality, general looks and sex appeal affected her.

Though not interested in a replacement for Pat (an infant 
and a degree were enough on her plate at the moment) she 
was still happy enough to accept an occasional dinner 
invitation, and sometimes she stayed for breakfast.

When it was found she also accepted them from a couple of 
the female students as well she suddenly found herself 
personally invited for coffee gatherings and to a range 
of activist rather than social events.

Many she had to apologetically decline due to Tyler's 
need for a mother who was actually present but she did go 
to enough to become interested and to be convinced she 
should show her colours.  Since at the time there were no 
groups specifically catering to those with a leg in both 
camps she proclaimed her lesbian side while still having 
an occasional romantic tryst with one of the male 
students.

On graduation people went to jobs near and far and many 
of the friendships and affairs proved of a transient 
nature.  She wasn't hurt, unlike when Tyler's father had 
left, since she knew from the start, and had let those 
she favoured know too, that she was sharing comfort and 
pleasure and a smidgen of love but that she wasn't 
interested in a committed relationship for the near 
future.  That unfortunately had turned into a much longer 
drought.

-----

Megan rummaged through an old square plastic ice-cream 
container full of buttons, toggles and zippers.  In the 
bits and pieces were baubles and brooches she had picked 
up for possible use in one of her creations and some old 
badges and pins, mementos of her past, that had ended up 
there as too valuable to toss out and too insignificant 
to be given any prominence with family photos and other 
similar items.

She found a couple of circular metal badges, very retro 
now, that she had worn.  The girls were delighted.

Megan had talked to them and for once they listened 
attentively and then sensibly discussed likely conflicts.  
At least society was no longer unused to people declaring 
their sexuality; life hadn't suddenly ground to a 
standstill through shock and the vast majority either 
ignored it or maintained a prurient interest in the 
celebrities involved which is why the media bothered to 
keep reporting about them.

There was a vocal group, louder than their numbers would 
suggest, who would complain, especially since Megan 
couldn't recall any other similar revelations at the 
school and certainly not by sixteen year olds.  Not only 
would they have to be outed but it seems that they would 
have to be trail blazers as well.

She could only hope their example would cause others to 
come forward.  There WAS safety in numbers and sometimes, 
as her own experiences had shown her, those who felt the 
most relief in the secrets becoming public came from the 
families who had complained most.

It was decided that the girls should let as many of their 
friends know tomorrow BEFORE Ainslie had a chance to do 
the same; gossip, they hoped friendly, would soon add to 
those numbers.  That said, there was one more stumbling 
block - Leslie's parents should hear it from her before 
some one else told them.

Including Ainslie!  THAT was one possibility they hadn't 
considered.

"I'll drive you.  It's late and my acceptance of the 
situation might add some extra weight if it's needed."

"Oh would you!  Thank you Mrs Waters."

"You'd better call me Megan.  I've got a feeling we're 
going to be more than close enough for that."

---

Leslie's parents greeted Tyler and her mother when Leslie 
brought them into the lounge and introduced Megan.  Her 
father Edward turned off the television and indicated the 
chairs while Vivien Frost took orders for coffee.

Leslie let them perform their social amenities before she 
raised why she had brought her guests.  She was thankful 
her thirteen year old sister had already gone to bed; 
Deborah would have to know sometime but her parents might 
prefer to choose their own way of explaining.

"I believe that someone if going to be spreading some 
stories about me at school and I wanted you to hear the 
truth from me before someone else gave you a distorted 
version."

Her parents looked quickly at each other before returning 
their attentive gazes to their eldest daughter.  "What 
has she been up to?" they seemed to say to each other; at 
least they didn't append "now".

"It boils down to the fact that Ainslie saw me kissing 
Tyler today and from what she said she intends to tell 
everyone that we're lesbians."

That was surprising news but something they felt would 
blow over though it might cause the girls some distress 
in the meantime.

"Ainslie is the girl who caused the trouble before?"

"Yes."

"Well you can't blame her for thinking that I suppose.  
You could just deny it."

"She has another witness."

"Oh.  Why did you do such a silly thing then?"

"Probably because I love Tyler.  We plan on beating 
Ainslie to the punch and letting people know before she 
does."

"That way she has nowhere further to take her gossip", 
added Megan, contributing for the first time.

"So you approve of this relationship?"

"I think they are young and I think it possible they will 
find other loves before they settle down but for now I 
accept it and, from what I've seen of Leslie, I most 
definitely approve of my daughter's choice.

"Things might not be easy for them now they have made 
that choice, but it appears that they will face the 
conflict regardless of whether they admit or deny their 
feelings for each other, and regardless of whether they 
stick together or split now".

"No!"  Both Tyler and Leslie grabbed the other's hand.  
"We're sticking together.  That's already been decided."

Leslie's look of defiance stunned her parents who were 
used to a much more complacent and conciliatory daughter.

"If you can maintain that spirit you might just make it 
together dear.  No one is going to split you up, at least 
not in this house."

"Oh Dad, thanks."  Leslie released Tyler's hand and gave 
him a hug then kissed her mother's tear-stained cheek.

The rest of the evening dealt with the girls' plans and 
how they would affect Leslie's family as well;  none of 
the problems seemed insurmountable now.  They hoped 
Deborah wouldn't have to share the burden.

Megan stood to go and Tyler and Leslie hugged openly in 
front of their parents for the first time.  They dared a 
little kiss under the unrelenting stare of six eyes, 
avoiding any suggestion of sensuality in the same way a 
boy would try to avoid having his girlfriend's parents 
think of them as sexual beings.

Tyler looked into Leslie's eyes and saw the same longing.  
She turned to her mother and raised her eyebrows; the 
pleading look said everything and Megan gave a brief nod, 
resigned to the fact her daughter would be sharing her 
body with the other girl so she may as well do it in 
comfort and safety.  She also directed her eyeballs 
towards Leslie's parents, sending out the easily 
interpreted psychic message, "Get their permission too!"

Tyler turned to Leslie's parents.  "Can Leslie stay over 
tonight?  We're going to have to organise quite a bit 
tomorrow."

The accepted the lie for the slight truth it contained; 
"See you actually get some sleep then."

Leslie went to pack her toothbrush and, for her parents' 
sake, a nightie.

Her mother followed her into her room.  "I hope you've 
made the right decision dear.  I suppose I should at 
least be grateful I don't have to keep on at you about 
boys though I would have liked grandchildren one day."

"Number one - don't give up on grandchildren - I haven't 
sworn off getting pregnant, at least yet.  And number two 
- don't get too complacent about boys - I haven't sworn 
off them either.  I'm in love with a girl, a wonderful 
loving girl and I hope it lasts forever, but I still like 
boys - I'm just not going to be doing anything about them 
now I've got Tyler!"

She gave her mother a hug and they went out to say their 
goodbyes.

---

Megan didn't even bother to suggest the guest room and 
Tyler made no pretence that she wasn't going to be 
sharing her bed with her young lover.

"Thanks Mum, for everything."  Megan found herself being 
hugged from both sides and laughed at their enthusiasm.  
"Get to bed, you've still got a dance class in the 
morning." 

"Okay.  Come on sweetheart - it's bedtime."

"Oh my!" thought Megan remembering what it was like to be 
young and in love.

-----

Sunday
======

Megan was conscious of her daughter's new status when she 
politely knocked on the door the next morning rather than 
entering and opening the bedroom curtains.  It can be 
difficult to adjust to one's child becoming an openly 
sexual creature.

Leslie and Tyler came out to the kitchen together holding 
hands and it was amusing for Megan to watch her daughter 
hovering around the kitchen getting things for her young 
lover.  She had to get ready for her Sunday dance class 
and so she left Leslie to eat with Megan while she dashed 
through the shower; she wished they could have shared it 
but she really didn't have the time that morning.

Leslie got a peck on the cheek before Tyler gave one to 
her mother and headed out the front door to the Nortons' 
waiting car - it was Katie's turn to take her this week - 
with a "see you soon" shouted over her departing 
shoulder.

"Let me give you a hand with the dishes."  Leslie found 
herself exploring a changed relationship with her new 
"Mother-in-law".

"Thanks."  Megan smiled at the attractive girl who she 
would undoubtedly be seeing much more of.

They discussed Leslie's course of action as they washed 
and dried the dishes and Megan offered the use of her 
phone - it WAS a family problem after all.

Leslie changed from her nightie to the clothes she had 
worn out the previous day (she had been too rushed to 
think of anything much other than sleeping with her 
lover) and borrowed a pad to make a list of who she would 
call.

She was a little distracted initially by the expressions 
of love Tyler had made as they had cuddled together 
before falling asleep.  All the things she said kept 
running through Leslie's head.  She eventually put the 
happy memories to one side and concentrated instead on 
the harsher reality of who to talk to.

It didn't need six degrees of separation; when you deal 
with a small group (mainly) of girls at a school it is 
more a case of choosing those who were the biggest 
gossips so that THEY could bear the cost of spreading the 
tale.

Still, the gossips tended only to have a few friends they 
could impart knowledge to; they were more adept at 
picking up titbits than friends.  It would be necessary 
to pass on the information to most of her own friends so 
they would hear the REAL situation first hand even though 
some of them would only be talking to others she had or 
was going to call.

Friends first then; close ones then other classmates; a 
couple of boys - those less likely to treat it as a joke 
or a thrill, damn the rest; THEN the known gossips but 
not taking too long.  If THEY heard it first hand there 
would be less opportunity for the story to be embellished 
before it got to them but that was tempered with the 
added veracity they would get by being able to say "she 
called me herself to tell me that ...".

With fifteen on her list Tyler was likely to be home 
before she got through them all.

That left one call she should make before the others - 
home to make sure her parents had settled things as far 
as her sister, Deborah, was concerned before someone 
phoned her.  Megan could hear her side of the 
conversation while not intending to eavesdrop.

"Hi Mum.  Yes, I slept okay.  I know, I'll make do for 
now and call by to pick up some other clothes later.  I 
just wanted to let you know I'm about to start my ring 
round and to check Deborah wasn't going to get any 
surprises from other people."

There was a long silence broken by an occasional "Uh huh" 
as Leslie's mother filled her in on the morning's events 
at home.

"Okay.  That's good.  I'll let you know how things go.  
Love you all and thanks for understanding."

She had tears in her eyes when she turned away from the 
phone and Megan went to hold her.

"I never realised how much they all loved me", she sobbed 
with her head against Megan's comforting chest.  "Deborah 
wanted to go around and scratch Ainslie's eyes out.  
She's not worried about me and Tyler one bit and likes 
the idea of having another big sister."

Megan gave her a hug and passed over a box of tissues.  
"Now's when you'll find out those who do."

It was to be quite a prophetic statement.

---

Though she shared the car with Katie's mother, Tyler left 
it to Katie to let her parents in on the newly revealed 
nature of their daughter's oldest friend.  She could only 
hope they wouldn't do anything to discourage that 
friendship.

She pulled Katie aside as soon as they got out of the car 
and filled her in on their plans.  Katie gave her a hug.

"We're with you all the way."

"I suppose I've got to start here.  I don't know whether 
to speak to people together or individually, to talk to 
them now or to wait until we finish."

"If you wait until afterwards you're not going to be able 
to speak to them individually; you know how we all 
disappear in every direction.  Why not speak to Ms Howard 
first, let her know.  She might prefer you to wait until 
afterwards so it's really just a matter of courtesy."

Tyler nodded and the pair went off to see their 
instructor.

Monday Onwards
==============

Monday wasn't too bad.  There were the stares and 
whispers; that had been the least of their expectations.

There were a few lewd remarks from the boys; still they 
were only slightly different in nature from the usual 
catcalls made to any of the girls.

Tyler's dance instructor had been understanding the 
previous day and had suggested that Tyler "start out as 
she intended to go on - hopefully bravely".  With Tyler's 
permission she had called the girls together and had told 
them Tyler wished to address them before the class 
started.

Her actions, then as she stood with her hand on Tyler's 
shoulder while she came out and later, had indicated that 
Tyler had her support and the students, mainly girls and 
a boy Tyler knew from school, reacted favourably.  The 
class was brought to order and Tyler treated no 
differently by their teacher than before.  She had noted 
a few quizzical expressions from some of her fellow 
students though and had to assuage their curiosity after 
the lesson had ended.

Tyler and Leslie did get warm welcomes from Justin and 
Katie and a few people they could now consider "good" 
friends, and cool greetings and hurried departures from 
former friends who didn't want to be tarred with the same 
brush.  There were some nervous smiles from those too shy 
to openly show their support.  Fortunately most of those 
from her dance class tended to be in the first group and 
none in the second.

But there was also Ainslie.

Her house had been violated, her plans foiled, her 
thunder stolen.  She was pissed.

"I'll still get you", she promised.  She hadn't lost 
everything, some of Leslie's former friends especially 
were horrified and had rallied behind Ainslie.  Tyler 
hadn't been as gregarious and her friends had proven 
truer.

Tyler just slipped her hand through Leslie's arm in open 
support and defiance.  "You'll find Leslie has a lot of 
people who support and love her so why don't you just 
give it up now."

"I'll get you two.  You'll see."  As she stormed off 
Tyler called after her, "And your little dog."

Things calmed down from there but the storm returned the 
following day, with a vengeance.

The morning had been much the same as Monday.  They did 
notice some nasty smiles from some of Ainslie's 
associates but most people only stared as their 
reputations spread.

They had Gym just before lunch and they arrived to find 
Ainslie and her cohorts had bailed up the Gym Instructor 
with their objections to having to share the change rooms 
with "two dykes".

He wasn't sure how to react in the face of their 
strenuous and highly vocal objections; HE certainly 
couldn't supervise their change room to ensure there was 
no "improper" behaviour much as the idea pleased him.

With seven of the fifteen girls in the class protesting 
and two of the remaining eight being the subject of the 
protest he finally decided the easiest way was to simply 
allow those who weren't prepared to share the change room 
to use them after the rest.  He was going to be open to 
criticism regardless of what he did - it was a no-win 
situation and he would have liked to push the problem 
further up.

"For now just get in there and get changed.  If you have 
a problem with someone else being in there then you will 
just have to wait until they're back out and then change 
but be quick about it." 

He didn't look favourably on the complainers and he 
didn't appreciate the position they were putting him in.  
He didn't have this problem with the boys in the class!

At the end of the session he called Leslie and Tyler 
over.  His wish that someone with a little more clout 
(who would be welcome to the ulcers as well as the extra 
pay) would take the problem off his hands had come true.  
A messenger had left a note for him before he could even 
think of drafting his own.

"Would you please wait until the others have gone through 
the showers?"  It wasn't really a question.  Another 
three girls had spoken to him during the class - they 
weren't antagonistic towards the pair, they were just 
uncomfortable showering with them after at least two 
years of not having had any concerns.

"When you've showered and changed can you please go and 
see the Principal; you can leave your things here.  He's 
wanting to have a talk with you both."

"What about sir?  Have we done anything wrong?"

"I think it is best if he explains but I would have 
thought you could guess."

He kept them in the gymnasium until ALL the other girls 
had changed, even their staunchest supporters, and then 
sent the others off to lunch rather than allowing them to 
wait in the empty gym.  After all they might sneak back 
into the showers and see something that would only cause 
more problems.

In that regard he needn't have worried.  The two girls 
were too disturbed by the summons to be interested in 
fooling around; they didn't even help soap each other 
since they realised that was the sort of behaviour that 
Ainslie and her cronies would be watching for and they 
weren't going to give them the pleasure.

Tyler went through the shower first and then dressed 
while Leslie washed.  Then she waited by the door until 
her lover was ready.  They would keep everything low key 
while at school as they had planned and see if it helped.

It didn't stop her stepping back inside for a second once 
Leslie was dressed and she knew it was all clear to throw 
her arms around her neck as Leslie towelled the last of 
the moisture from her hair and drive her tongue down the 
other girls willing throat.

"Love ya Les."

"Love you back Ty."

When they arrived at the front office the receptionist 
simply indicated the uncomfortable chairs along the wall 
for student use.  More privileged visitors got the 
upholstered chairs on the facing wall.  She put a call 
through to the Principal, "They're here!"  She made no 
attempt to hide her disapproval.

They were waiting there for about three minutes until the 
Senior Girls Vice-Principal came out to get them.  "Come 
with me please."  She led them into the Principal's 
office and closed the door.

"Hello girls.  Please sit down.  Now I apologise that I 
don't know you personally - which one of you is Leslie? 
and you're Tyler?  Good.  I've asked Ms Peterson to sit 
in with us because of the nature of the matters we have 
to discuss.  We probably have to talk with your parents 
at some stage, but I wanted to keep this informal 
initially if possible.  If either of you prefer to have 
your parents here instead we can arrange a time."

"I think we should hear what you have to say first and 
then we know what to tell them.  It may turn out we don't 
have a problem."

"Quite sensible.  Well basically my phone has been 
ringing most of this morning and the calls have all been 
about you two girls.  Apparently they feel you're about 
to start corrupting all the students here and I'm 
supposed to stop you."

"Have they said how we're corrupting them?"

"Apparently you are openly declaring yourselves to be 
lesbians - I think we can accept that your badges make 
that statement? - and there are concerns that you may 
encourage others to follow your lifestyle."

"If we wore badges that said we supported research into 
breast cancer would that imply we had it or were 
personally doing research?"

"No, and I suppose your badges don't necessarily mean 
that you are lesbians yourselves; I don't intend to ask 
you that question as it is neither appropriate for me to 
do so nor is it really relevant.  The fact of the matter 
then is that you are declaring your support for a 
lifestyle which is not deemed an appropriate matter for 
an educational body such as ours and doubly so where the 
majority of our students are under the age of consent."

"So it's not that we're active lesbians, or that we're 
celibate lesbians, but only because we wear badges that 
say we support lesbians?"

"I wish it were and I think you'll find most of the staff 
feel much the same way; they don't care, or particularly 
wish to know, what your preferences are nor what you get 
up to outside of school hours or activities but I'm not 
always the master of my own destiny as far as what I can 
permit in the school itself."

"We needed the badges to cope with an attempt to cause us 
trouble.  Basically we felt if we were going to be 
accused of being lesbians the best defence was to show 
that we didn't consider that to be a derogatory label.

"They've served their purpose now that people know we 
don't care what they call us so we can stop wearing them 
if it helps.  We really only want to be left alone."

"I think I know where your trouble was coming from and 
while I can deal with some on your behalf, there's going 
to be trouble for me and Ms Peterson as well.  That's not 
for you to worry about though.  It's much the same people 
who are complaining whether it's refusing to teach their 
creationist rubbish, conducting family sex education 
evenings, employing a gay groundsman - if it doesn't fit 
their narrow view of what is right and proper they make 
trouble.

"Mr James called after I sent for you and told me about 
the fuss in your Gym class.  The girls involved are going 
to keep up their complaints about you sharing the change 
room with them and I can't think of a better solution 
than that which he proposed."

"We can always change with the boys.  I'm sure you won't 
hear any complaints from them."

"Thank you Tyler but I think we'll keep that as a last 
resort.  I'm sure I would get a whole new set of 
complaints if I did that.  I don't want to give in to 
their pressure but it might be best if you keep apart 
from them, and each other, when changing - perhaps using 
the cubicles in one of the girls bathrooms before Gym in 
future and wait to shower afterwards at least for now.  
Is that okay?"

"Not really", Leslie was prepared to stand up for herself 
but was also willing to compromise, "but we can do it."

"Thank you.  Now regarding your behaviour - and there has 
been no suggestion, or at least no accusation with 
credible evidence - there have been plenty of suggestions 
from people who wouldn't know if their asses were on 
fire, and I didn't say that - anyway there have been no 
accusations that you haven't been behaving properly while 
you've both been at school.

"Basically any rules that apply to boys and girls 
together would also apply to two girls or to two boys.  
No kissing, no petting, no excessive cuddling; you know 
the drill.

"I'm going to have to ask you to try to be a bit more 
discrete than that though.  I'm sorry, it's not fair, but 
in your own interests try not to be in the bathrooms 
alone together and try to avoid situations where someone 
could misinterpret your behaviour such as if you're 
sitting close together somewhere around the oval away 
from others.  If people can't accuse you, or catch you, 
doing the wrong thing then they will have less 
opportunity to cause you grief.

"Now a couple of final questions.  Are your parents aware 
of your, shall we say, 'preferences'?"

"Yes - for both of us."

"And they are supportive of your situation?"

"Yes."

"Good.  We'll try to be too, as far as possible.  
Unfortunately the School Board may not be - we'll have to 
see and deal with things as they arise.

"I expect them to be getting much the same sort of flak 
as I have and I know at least some of them will listen.  
I'm going to try to talk to those I believe are more 
broad-minded.  If you aren't so obvious around the campus 
then I can tell them, I hope truthfully, that it was all 
a storm in a teacup and we have more important things to 
deal with.

"It is still going to be necessary to discuss matters 
with your parents so if you wouldn't mind getting them to 
contact the office for a suitable time I would appreciate 
it.  Unless something happens to change the situation I 
expect it will simply be a matter of informing them 
officially of the complaints and ensuring they are aware 
we don't intend to persecute you.  Any questions?  Well 
then thank you for wasting your lunch time on a matter 
that shouldn't have needed any action and please come and 
see Ms Peterson or myself if you run into any problems.  
Goodbye."

As they left the Vice-Principal held them back in the 
corridor.  She had been a teacher for long enough that 
she looked slightly motherly though her looks belied a 
skilful administrator and educator.

"As he said, come and see me if there's anything you 
need.  I'll deny I said anything but there are several 
people on the staff who know what you're going through."

She left them stunned and went back to her own office.

"Do you think she ...?"

"I don't think you can tell by looking.  Do I look like a 
lesbian?  You certainly don't seem any different from the 
rest of our class."

"Maybe we're all lesbians?"

They giggled and went to collect their gear.  The Gym was 
open and unfortunately so were their sports bags.

Their gear was soaked.  The smell indicated with 
something stronger than water.

"Now I'm pissed off!"  Leslie was seething but began to 
laugh when Tyler couldn't stop giggling over her 
unintended pun.

"You're right to laugh I suppose."  Leslie carried her 
bag over to the shower and tipped the contents onto the 
floor.  "Don't they say 'don't get angry, get even'?

"The question is are we worse off if we lie down and take 
it or if we retaliate?  Do we risk escalating the 
problem?"

"If they think they have been successful, we'll only get 
more of the same.  If they don't, they're only going to 
try something else so we have nothing to gain by being 
passive other than the moral high ground and right now, 
...", she added her gear to Leslie's, "the elevation 
seems rather low.  My only concern is that they might 
decide to get violent rather than relying on spiteful 
pranks."

"Then what we need is a pre-emptive strike."  Leslie 
turned on the water and used an abandoned hockey stick to 
push their laundry around under the spray.

"It's a pity we couldn't have just taken the lot and 
dumped it in Ainslie's bed.  I wonder if Justin and Tina 
could manage THAT trick?"

"Or make her disappear; or maybe just her clothes - 
somewhere public.  Speaking of disappearing - you had 
better get out of here.  I'll finish these but you'd 
better not be found in here alone with me after what 
we've been told."

Tyler was sitting on the bleachers while she waited and 
their Gym Master Mr James found her there.  She briefly 
explained what they had found but asked him not to do 
anything about it at that stage as it would be impossible 
to prove who did it and spreading the story might only 
stoke their egos.  If the culprits decided to boast they 
may identify themselves and something could then be done 
about them.

"Finish up as quickly as possible then and I'll give you 
a note for your next class."

"Thanks sir."

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Continued in Chapter 15