Chapter 16 (and the trees are all kept equal by hatchet, axe and saw)
Kallie whistled as she walked down the hall toward the pay phone. "Everything work out OK?"
Kallie whirled around at the voice. "Yes, Coach. We..." "Why don't you come in my office and tell me about it," Coach said and started walking away.
"I just need to..."
"Now," Coach said, not turning around.
Kallie followed her psych professor to his office and locked the door behind her as he settled into the brown leather chair behind his desk. Kallie grasped the bottom of her grey cut-off t-shirt and lifted it over her head. She hadn't worn a bra. Her jean shorts joined her shirt on his desktop as she sank to her knees to the side of his desk. She put her hands behind her head and arched her back to accent her full breasts. Her knees parted to shoulder width and she asked if she could speak.
"Of course, Kallie. Tell me all about it," Coach said, lighting a cigar.
"Phase one is complete," Kallie said, filling him in on the details of the past two days.
Coach nodded and blew a smoke ring. "The policeman was a bit of a surprise, wasn't he? A little sloppy on your part but you used it to your advantage. I like that."
Kallie smiled at Coach's benevolent face.
"You know, I usually don't get involved with students' class projects but yours intrigues me and I really hate Becky's cop husband. I allowed you and Leah to work together so I expect your project to be twice as good as the others. You've got your work cut out for you. Derek already has three of his fraternity brothers bringing their little sisters to him in bondage. Then he has them hold their sisters' arms down while he rapes them. Marie has her fellow volleyball players eating each other out in the locker room before every game. You got a B so far although I should count off for use of chemicals. Still, you used good deduction skills in fleshing out Becky's parental issues and that counts for something. As you may or may not know, Becky has a daughter by the name of Leslie who is a cheerleader at the high school. I've been fucking her cheerleading coach for years now so I think I can pull some strings to help your project along."
"How?"
"You just leave that to me. Now, don't you have something else you can be doing with that mouth instead of asking stupid questions?"
"Yes, Coach," Kallie responded and crawled toward the chair.
End chapter 16