"Yup," Amanda agreed with a knowing grin.
"You’re sure you’re OK, though?" I asked again.
"Mostly. It was terrifying, I won’t lie about that. And it makes me scared to…you know. This week has made me rather horny, you know."
"Yup," Amanda grinned again.
Reenie grinned back and continued, "And I was enjoying the attention, and kind of thinking how far I should go, but now I’m more scared. I’ll have to get past that."
"Rape is not sex. You remember that," Amanda pointed out.
"I know. Now, is it true about the two of you, I hear you’re going out?"
"Yes," we both said simultaneously.
"OK. Well, then, Amanda, I need to apologize to you in advance." We both looked at her blankly for a second, but then she plopped into my lap, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a long, slow, wet kiss. I was thunderstruck.
She broke the kiss and said, "Jared, you are my knight in shining armor. I will never forget what you did." She stood up, beamed at me while blushing furiously, and then disappeared.
Amanda grabbed my hand and smiled at me. I didn’t know what to say. Nobody else at the table did, either. Until Maggie piped up: "OK, then, the Westport High Kissing Nudists!"
That cracked us all up. Amanda said, "Can I put in a vote for the Westport High Fucking Nudists?"
"I’ll drink to that," Maggie said, hoisting her Coke.
"I knew you would," Amanda teased. The she said, suddenly, "Wait a minute! Jared, you never wrote the thing!"
"Wrote the thing?" Maggie questioned.
I cracked up. "You still want me to?"
"Yeah!" Amanda replied. "Like I said, let’s fuck with their minds. Besides, if they’re going to deep-six The Program, let’s make it go out with a bang!"
"OK," I said, and started fishing through my bookbag for my washable marker.
"What are you guys talking about?" Maggie asked.
"You’ll see," Amanda said.
I got the marker out, and said to Amanda, "You have to stand for this, honey, or I won’t get the sightlines right." So she stood up, right up against the table, you had to really be watching to see what I was doing.
I started writing, and Amanda giggled. "Ooh, that tickles!"
"Yeah, but hold still," I told her. I wrote on the right side, then moved over to the left. "Ta-da!" Amanda turned, and showed the whole table.
Right where her right thigh met her torso, it said PLEASE BE GENTLE. Over on the other side, same place, it said I’VE BEEN OVERFUCKED. With arrows pointing. If you were looking at her from the front, it was as plain as day. The guys at the table howled!
Lunch was ending, and we were gathering our stuff. "You gonna go to the restroom and wash it off?" I asked Amanda.
"No way!"
PART EIGHT FRIDAY AFTERNOON AND EVENING
We walked out of the lunchroom, headed to Bio. Before we even got ten feet, we were stopped, by a kid we didn’t know. Apparently, when the news about the events of the morning had spread, a bunch of kids put together a petition campaign to save The Program. The kid we ran into outside the lunchroom recognized us, and said, "I know that you two want to sign this!" We did, of course. The kid told us that they had close to half the school signed, and in only a couple of hours.
So, then we walked to Bio. With that writing on my thighs. Oh my. I can’t describe how naughty and wanton and slutty that made me feel! And it felt great! And it worked, actually-every guy that went for a grope saw my little message, chucked, and then was very gentle. Probably too gentle-all that light stroking was actually getting to me more than a more direct approach might have. Instead of going for the ol’ finger-thrust, they were running their fingers up and down gently. By the time we got to Bio I was panting.
However, we approached Bio with a bit of trepidation. Ms. T had, after all, been in the office with Mr. Tilling for my tirade-and she had also, apparently, agreed with Mr. Tilling about shutting The Program down in the first place. My trepidation wasn’t eased by walking into the classroom and seeing Mr. Tilling there. Or by seeing the two chairs in the front of the class-of course, Ms. T waved Jared and I into them.
The class settled down, and Ms T started. "We have a lot to talk about in class. Please say hello to Mr. Tilling again, he’s going to be helping us out today."
"Don’t worry, we hope this will be productive and we can get some things out in the open," Mr. Tilling started. "Amanda, don’t worry about this morning…uh, Amanda, is there something in your lap?"
Uh-oh. I was sitting so you couldn’t see much-especially from the back of the room, where Mr. Tilling was-but you could see something. "Uh, don’t worry about it, Mr. Tilling."
"What is that?" he asked.
"Tell her to stand up, you’ll find out!" Maggie blurted. Oh, I was going to kill that girl!
"Well, Miss Frazier?" Mr. Tilling said. What could I do? I stood up. Everyone in the class that hadn’t seen the writing yet cracked up. Ever Mr. Tilling was suppressing a smile. Ms T didn’t even suppress it-she just giggled.
"A little message for all my between-class gropers," I said, blushing.
"Is it working?" Ms T asked.
"Actually, yes," I laughed. "Unfortunately, I have gym next and this is washable marker, so off in the shower it comes."
"Boy, Amanda, you really have changed," Mr. Tilling said.
"And that’s what we’re going to be talking about today," Ms. T said. "Changes. How we deal with them. How other people deal with our changes. This is important to talk about today."
"You all know what happened to Irene Ying this morning."
"Yeah, and we know who saved her ass, too!" Maggie yelled, to the whoops of the rest of the class. Jared just got that embarrassed look and waved them quiet.
"Yes, we do know who saved her," Ms. T said. "And that comes into play here. As I said, we all know what happened. And what you probably also know is that our first instinct after the incident was to cancel The Program. We got impassioned pleas to rethink that decision-and we decided to do just that, especially because those pleas were most impassioned from the girl who was attacked herself, and the two people that saved her."
"The girl who was attacked herself?" Lisa Sherrick asked.
"We just saw Reenie Ying in the lunchroom," Jared told her. "She’s still naked. She’s still going through with it. And she still wants to."
"Wow. That’s guts," Lisa said.
"Yes, it is," Ms. T agreed. "And that’s why we’re willing to listen and think this over."
"You also need to know that we just signed a petition," I told Ms T and Mr. Tilling. "The petition is for continuing The Program. We didn’t start this up-though I wish we had thought of it. Anyhow, the kid that took our signatures said they got close to half the school to sign in just a few hours."
"Wow," Mr. Tilling piped up.
"Yeah, that is impressive," Ms. T agreed. "However, we still want to talk about it. Since we’ve discussed it heavily in this class, and both Jared and Amanda are here, we decided this would be a good place to do it. We’ve already heard from Amanda," she laughed, "and I think what she said has made the rounds pretty well. If you think you have anything to add, Amanda, speak up. However, we want to hear from Jared, at the end, because we haven’t heard from him. And we want to hear from the rest of you. What do you think of The Program?"
"Makes me horny," Maggie piped up.