Confidence Man

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<<widget "you">> \<<= '<span style=color:' + $you.color + '>' + $args.raw + '</span>'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "billy">> \<<= '@@.billy;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "marsha">> \<<= '@@.marsha;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alida">> \<<= '@@.alida;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "barbie">> \<<= '@@.barbie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "brianna">> \<<= '@@.brianna;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "gloria">> \<<= '@@.gloria;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "annie">> \<<= '@@.annie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kristen">> \<<= '@@.kristen;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "katie">> \<<= '@@.katie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "maria">> \<<= '@@.maria;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mickey">> \<<= '@@.mickey;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "roger">> \<<= '@@.roger;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "beth">> \<<= '@@.beth;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "man">> \<<= '@@.man;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "ahmed">> \<<= '@@.ahmed;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mikayla">> \<<= '@@.mikayla;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "grace">> \<<= '@@.grace;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alyssa">> \<<= '@@.alyssa;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kaylee">> \<<= '@@.kaylee;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "olivia">> \<<= '@@.olivia;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "jasmine">> \<<= '@@.jasmine;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "lauren">> \<<= '@@.lauren;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "sophia">> \<<= '@@.sophia;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "bellinda">> \<<= '@@.bellinda;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "casey">> \<<= '@@.casey;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "angelo">> \<<= '@@.angelo;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "marco">> \<<= '@@.marco;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "gino">> \<<= '@@.gino;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "carrie">> \<<= '@@.carrie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "lizzie">> \<<= '@@.lizzie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>> <<widget "wilson">> \<<= '@@.wilson;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>> \<</widget>>

<<nobr>><<bg citycloudy>> <img src="images/intro/kidnapped.jpg" alt="You're being kidnapped." class="left"> <</nobr>>The funny thing about being kidnapped and driven to a secluded spot to be executed is that there's a surprising amount of time to think about how you ended up in this particular situation. I mean, secluded spots, spots where no one will hear the gunshot, and no one will find the body...they aren't just everywhere. It actually takes a long time to drive out to a spot like that, especially in a big city. And once you've gotten over the initial shock of having a gun put to your head, being thrown into a windowless van, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, well...let's just say, it really allows you to focus. Maybe this isn't the case for everyone who is put in this situation. After all, what are you gonna do, take a survey of all the people who've been kidnapped, bound, gagged, blindfolded, driven to a secluded spot and executed? You can't survey a corpse. Maybe some people panic, or cry, or beg for their lives (muffled, uninteligible begging, of course), but when it happened to me, a wave of calm focus washed over me and all I could think about were my choices over the last month; choices that led me down this path, to my final moment. <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/intro/motel.jpg" alt="You're being kidnapped." class="left"> <</nobr>>About a month ago... You look around the dingy, non-descript motel room. It's exactly what you would expect from a motel that advertises "Now With Cable TV!" and charges by the hour. There are weird stains everywhere. The wallpaper is peeling and everything is tinted a brownish yellow from decades of cigarette smoke. Just being in this room makes your skin start to itch. A week ago you were living it up in a flashy, high-rise condo, drinking top-shelf liquor and eating out at the best restaurants. Now, you just hope the vending machine isn't sold out of barbecue flavor potato chips. <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 6">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy2.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha2.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>You look over at Marshal Marshall. From the look on her face, she is less than amused. You've always gotten the feeling that she doesn't really like you. Probably less so now, given the situation you are putting her in. Not that it matters what she thinks of you, not now at least. You look back to Marshal Buck and continue, <<you "As I was saying, I don't want to waste your time, and both of you know the fragility of the situation you are in right now. The information I have on you both will end your careers in a flash and leave you blacklisted from law enforcement. You will have nowhere to go where your past won't be able to catch up to you. So how about-">> you turn your head and look straight at Marshal Marshall, <<you "-we do it my way?">> She turns away for a second, collecting her thoughts. Then she looks back at you. Even though you know she is not happy, there's something in her look, almost like...admiration? Maybe she just realizes when she's been beat. She turns away shaking her head and says, <<marsha "How did I ever give a con man like you the chance to blackmail me?">> You look her right in the eyes and smile, <<you "Everyone has dirt, especially cops. You didn't give me anything...">> You lean back in your chair, <<you "I took what I wanted.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 8a">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/marsha/marsha3.jpg" alt="Marshal Marsha Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>You look over at Marshal Marshall, <<you "Okay Marsha Marsha Marsha, what is it now?">> She snaps back at you, <<marsha "I told you don't fucking call me that!">> <<you "And I told you that 'Marshal Marsha Marshall' is too much of a tongue twister. How about we meet in the middle and I just call you Marsha?">> <<marsha "Marshal Marshall will be fine.">> <<you "Sure, whatever you want. Okay then Marshal Marshall, what are you chuckling about over there?">> She looks down and shakes her head, <<marsha "I just can't believe that in the end it's gonna be a slimy two-bit con-man like you that ends up fucking me.">> You know she's being metaphorical, still, you can't help but <<linkreplace "picture it.">>picture it. <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/marsha/marshaintro.mp4" width="1600" height="900" autoplay loop></video></div> After all, she's pretty hot...for a Marshal. [[You look back to Marshal Buck and continue->intro 8b]]<</linkreplace>>

<<nobr>><<bg citycloudy>> <img src="images/intro/focus.jpg" alt="You're focused." class="left"> <</nobr>>My mind was working quickly. All the synapses firing perfectly. It was probably the adrenaline, after all, being driven to your own execution leads to quite the rush. In my mind I was seeing myself make all the choices over the last few months and meticulously calculating their effects on all of life's little variables and outcomes. But what could I do? All the choices had been made, and they led here. <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 3">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg citycloudy>> <img src="images/intro/thinking.jpg" alt="You're thinking hard." class="left"> <</nobr>>If I went back, would I still remember all the choices I made? Would I be able to undo them all. Or would that just lead to a series of different bad choices that would ultimately lead to the same outcome. Or maybe an even worse outcome (though I'm not sure what outcome could be worse than the current one...) What if after going back, I didn't remember anything and ended up making all the same choices over again? Then I'd end up with the same outcome. This is all making my brain hurt just thinking about it. What if I could just get someone else to take over and make those choices for me?<div id="test"><<link "That's where you come in...">> <<replace "#test">><<link "WHO ME?">> <<replace "#test">><img src="images/intro/pointing.png" alt="a finger pointing at you" class="left"><<link "YES YOU!!">> <<replace "#test">><img src="images/intro/pointing.png" alt="a finger pointing at you" class="left"><<link "THE ONE SITTING THERE IN FRONT OF YOUR COMPUTER!!">> <<replace "#test">><img src="images/intro/pointing.png" alt="a finger pointing at you" class="left"><<nobr>><<link "PLEASE! HELP ME!" "intro 5">><<set $hint=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Choices"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <</replace>> <</link>> <</replace>> <</link>> <</replace>> <</link>> <</replace>> <</link>> \</div>

[[enter choices]]

<<set $contacts=0>> <<set $students=0>> <<set $files=0>> <<set $hint=0>> <<set $tutorial1=0>> <<set $tutorial2=0>> <<set $tutorial3=0>> <<set $tutorial4=0>> <<set $tutorial5=0>> <<set $tutorial6=0>> <<set $lesson1=0>> <<set $sunday11a=0>> <<set $sunday11b=0>> <<set $sunday11c=0>> <<set $sunday12a=0>> <<set $sunday12b=0>> <<set $sunday12c=0>> <<set $sunday13a=0>> <<set $sunday13b=0>> <<set $sunday13c=0>> <<set $sunday14=0>> <<set $you={ color: "lightcoral", confidence: 0, brutality: 0, empathy: 0, cash: 0, visibility: 0, firstName: 'John', lastName: 'Doe', fakefirstName: 'Peter', fakelastName: 'Piper', }>> <<set $marsha={ color: "cyan", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, age: 28, note1: 0, note2: 0, }>> <<set $alida={ color: "yellow", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, intro: 0, second: 0, age: 25, blow: 0, note1: 0, note2: 0, note3: 0, note4: 0, note5: 0, note6: 0, note7: 0, note8: 0, note9: 0, note10: 0, note11: 0, note12: 0, note13: 0, call11: 0, text11: 0, call12: 0, text12: 0, call13: 0, text13: 0, }>> <<set $barbie={ color: "magenta", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, intro: 0, second: 0, age: 46, name: 'Barbie', blow: 0, note1: 0, note2: 0, note3: 0, note4: 0, note5: 0, note6: 0, note7: 0, note8: 0, note9: 0, note10: 0, note11: 0, note12: 0, note13: 0, call11: 0, text11: 0, call12: 0, text12: 0, call13: 0, text13: 0, }>> <<set $brianna={ color: "plum", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, intro: 0, second: 0, age: 24, note1: 0, note2: 0, note3: 0, note4: 0, note5: 0, note6: 0, note7: 0, note8: 0, note9: 0, call11: 0, text11: 0, call12: 0, text12: 0, call13: 0, text13: 0, call21: 0, text21: 0, pic13: 0, }>> <<set $gloria={ color: "mediumslateblue", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, intro: 0, age: 39, note1: 0, note2: 0, note3: 0, note4: 0, note5: 0, call12: 0, text12: 0, call13: 0, text13: 0, }>> <<set $annie={ color: "bisque", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, intro: 0, age: 27, note1: 0, note2: 0, note3: 0, note4: 0, call12: 0, text12: 0, call13: 0, text13: 0, }>> <<set $kristen={ color: "deeppink", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, intro: 0, age: 23, call13: 0, text13: 0, }>> <<set $katie={ color: "mediumpurple", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, intro: 0, age: 31, call13: 0, text13: 0, }>> <<set $maria={ color: "hotpink", love: 0, corruption: 0, loyalty: 0, met: false, contact: false, intro: 0, age: 26, call13: 0, text13: 0, }>> <<set $mikayla={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 19, }>> <<set $grace={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 19, }>> <<set $alyssa={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 19, }>> <<set $kaylee={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 18, }>> <<set $olivia={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 19, }>> <<set $jasmine={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 18, }>> <<set $lauren={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 18, }>> <<set $sophia={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 19, }>> <<set $casey={ age: 19, }>> <<set $bellinda={ lust: 1, trust: 1, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 18, counsel: 0, c1: 0, c2: 0, c3: 0, }>>

<<nobr>><<bg citycloudy>> <img src="images/intro/finalmoment.jpg" alt="You're looking down the barrel of a gun." class="left"> <</nobr>>But what if, in this final moment before this bullet goes through my skull and blows out all the squishy, important stuff inside; what if in this moment, I could go back and make different choices. I mean, in the end, we're all just a collection of choices, good or bad, right or wrong. We are defined by the choices we make. And I seem to have made some pretty bad choices to get here. If only there was a way to go back. <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 4">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered-image"><img src="images/collages/titlecard1.jpg" alt="fingers crossed" /></div><</nobr>> <div class="center"><span class="barbie">THIS GAME IS A WORK IN PROGRESS. EVERYTHING IN THE GAME INCLUDING FEATURES, SYSTEMS, AND STORY ELEMENTS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE OR ELIMINATION DURING DEVELOPMENT.</span></div> <span class="barbie">DISCLAIMER:</span> THIS GAME CONTAINS PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OLD, OR OF LEGAL AGE TO VIEW PORNOGRAPHY WHEREVER YOU ARE, IN ORDER TO PLAY THIS GAME. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE, CLOSE THE GAME AND DELETE IT IMMEDIATELY. BY CLICKING "CONTINUE" BELOW, YOU AFFIRM THAT YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE TO VIEW PORNOGRAPHY IN YOUR COUNTRY. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS GAME ARE 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER. ALL EVENTS AND CHARACTERS IN THIS GAME ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. THE CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS GAME ARE NOT INTENDED TO REPRESENT REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS. ANY SIMILARITY TO REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. ALL PERFORMERS ARE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE AND WERE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE AT THE TIME OF THE PERFORMANCE. THE AUTHOR OF THIS GAME DOES NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO THE VISUAL MATERIALS USED IN THE GAME. IF YOU OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY MATERIAL AND WISH FOR IT TO BE REMOVED, CONTACT ME AND I WILL REMOVE IT. <<button "CONTINUE (I am of legal age to view pornography)" "title page 2">><</button>> <<button "EXIT GAME (I am NOT of legal age to view pornography" "GTFO">><</button>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <</nobr>>Great! Now, what is your last name? <<textbox "$you.lastName" "Doe" "intro 1" autofocus>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <</nobr>>Before you get started, what is your first name? <<textbox "$you.firstName" "John" "input last name" autofocus>>

<<nobr>> <<set $marsha.met = true>> <<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha.jpg" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>Sitting across the cheap motel table from you is Deputy US Marshal William "Billy" Buck. His partner, Marshal Marsha Marshall (no joke that really is her name) paces back and forth, impatiently. Marshal Buck rubs his tired eyes and addresses you, <<billy "Look, $you.firstName, we need you to work with us here. We're doing everything we can to keep you safe, but we can only do so much. Your safety, ultimately, comes down to whether or not you follow our rules.">> You reply, <<you "Listen Billy, we've been going over this for a long time now. I can see that you and Marsha are getting pretty tired, and I don't want to waste your time...">> At this, Marshal Marshall snorts out a sarcastic laugh and rolls her eyes. <<nobr>><span class="brutality">(Brutality)</span> <<link "She's baiting you. Don't play her games." "intro 7a">><<set $hint=2>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Your Personality"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>><span class="empathy">(Empathy)</span> <<link "Respond to Marshal Marshall." "intro 7b">><<set $hint=2>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Your Personality"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<widget "bg">>\ <img @src="'images/bg/'+$args[0]+'.jpg'" class="background-filled">\ <img src="images/bg/tile.png" class="background-filter">\ <</widget>> <<widget "home">>\ <img @src="'images/bg/'+$homeFile+'.jpg'" class="background-filled">\ <img src="images/bg/tile.png" class="background-filter">\ <</widget>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha2.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "As I was saying, I don't want to waste your time so let's really get down to it. You two are both pretty fucked here. The dirt I have on you will end your careers. You won't be able to get even a rent-a-cop job if I go public with what I know, and you know the precautions I've taken to ensure my own safety in this situation. If you really doubted me, why would you both be here?">> You look back and forth between the two of them, but neither of them speaks. <<you "Great. Then it's settled. We do it my way.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 9b">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy3.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>You shift your gaze between the two defeated Marshals sitting before you. They are both in way over their heads here. For someone like you, a con man, who's used to lying and cheating and heaps of other illegalities, this is just another day in the life. For two decorated Federal Marshals, now being on the other side of the law is clearly taking its toll on them. You would feel sorry for them, but fuck 'em, they made their choices and now they have to live with the consequences. Marshal Marshall looks like she wants to speak up, but you don't care. You speak first, <<you "So this is what is going to happen. You are going to get me into witness protection...">> Marshal Buck frowns and starts to say something, but you cut him off, <<you "and Billy, I know you're about to tell me that it's impossible for this or that reason, and I know I didn't actually testify against anyone, but you both know that it's in your best interest to keep me alive and happy.">> You look back and forth between the two of them to see if either will try to challenge you. They don't. <<you "Good. I think both of you are starting to realize that you two are swimming in the same shit puddle with me. So let's get into the specifics.">> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<marshacorruptionGain 1>> <<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 10">><<set $hint=3>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Relationships"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy2.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha2.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>Both Marshal Buck and Marshal Marshall seem to realize they have no play here, so they begrudgingly comply. You address them both, <<you "Look, I know that neither of you really have a lot of experience in situations like this, well, not from this side of the law at least. But we are all in this together now. The weak link breaks the chain, and if one of us breaks, we all go down.">> They look at each other, silently agreeing. Marshal Marshall is the first to speak, <<marsha "Okay then, what are we doing next?">> <<empathyGain 1>> <<marshaloveGain 1>> <<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 10">><<set $hint=3>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Relationships"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/marsha/marsha3.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billy.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left"> <</nobr>>You look at Marshal Marshall who is still pacing back and forth. You catch her eye and gesture to the empty chair next to Marshal Buck. She sighs then moves to the table and sits down. You smile. <<you "Okay, so here's how it's gonna go: you are getting me into the witness protection program. You will be relocating me to the coastal island of New Winston, to the town of Harrington. There, you will secure me a job as a professor at the Harrington Institute.">> Marshal Marshall speaks up, <<marsha "You expect to be a college professor without any experience?">> <<you "I have experience, remember? I was a college professor for almost a year back in 2013.">> Marshal Marshall looks confused. Marshal Buck chimes in, <<billy "$you.firstName, you were 22 years old passing yourself off as 30, you were attempting to con the university president out of 2.8 million dollars-">> You interrupt, <<you "Yes that's true, but my classes had a very respectable GPA and pass rate, and the students all rated me very highly in the end of semester surveys.">> <<billy "Okay, say we can get you a job there, what would you teach?">> <<you "Funny you should ask, there happens to be an opening right now for a Professor of Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> Both Marshals chuckle at that. You remain straight-faced as their laughter slowly dies. Marshal Buck speaks up first, <<billy "So you expect us to get you a job teaching human sexuality at a college?">> <<you "That's not entirely true.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 11">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/marsha/marsha.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billy2.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left"><</nobr>>Your words hang in the air as the Marshals get impatient. Finally Marshal Marshall blurts out, <<marsha "So what are we missing then?">> <<you "Well, it's professor of Psychology AND Human Sexuality. And it's not really a college, it's more of an all-girls reform school.">> The Marshals stare back at you in disbelief. You can only imagine what they are thinking. You're betting that even with all you've put them through, they never thought you'd have the balls to demand this. Marshal Marshall speaks first, <<marsha "So you're just a pervert then?!">> <<you "Oh Marsha, I thought you knew me better than that. I'm a genius AND a pervert, not JUST a pervert.">> Marshal Buck intercedes, <<billy "So what exactly would be your responsibilities in this job?">> <<you "Well, I would teach classes, as well as acting as the head of psychological counseling for all of the students.">> Marsha can't believe what she's hearing. <<marsha "So... basically you want us to put you in a position where you can psychologically manipulate, blackmail, and potentially abuse scores of young women?">> <span class="brutality">(Brutality)</span> <<link "Wow Marsha, you know me so well!" "intro 12a">><</link>> <span class="empathy">(Empathy)</span> <<link "Wow Marsha, I'm hurt! is that really how poorly you think of me?" "intro 12b">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/marsha/marsha.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Wow Marsha, you know me so well! Are we becoming best friends or something?">> Marsha slams her hand on the table then points at you and says, <<marsha "There's no way I'm letting you do that! No fucking way!">> <<you "Like you have a choice in any of this? Your little tantrum was cute and all, but just between you, me, and Billy here...you've got no play. I will ruin you.">> you say. Marsha scowls at you. You can see the gears turning in her head as she tries desperately to come up with her next move. <<marsha "I don't care what dirt you have on me, I don't care what happens to me. If I let you loose on a bunch of vulnerable girls, I don't deserve to be a cop anyway!">> she adamantly replies. You sense she may really be serious about this. This may be the hill that she has chosen to die on, metaphorically speaking. You think about your next move and decide to try a different angle. <<you "Sure Marsha, but what would your dad think of you if he knew what you had done to end up in this situation?">> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 13a">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha2.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Wow Marsha, I'm hurt! is that really how poorly you think of me?">> You're joking around with her. You're not very offended, just trying to lighten the mood a little, but Marshal Marshall is not having any of it. She glares at you while Marshal Buck stays quiet. You realize she may be more serious about this than you thought. You try to calm her down a little. <<you "Look, Marsha maybe I'm not extremely offended by that, but I am a little offended. I may be a con man, yes, but I'm not violent and I don't con people who don't deserve it. I'm not some deviant who's gonna go on a rape spree. If I were, you wouldn't be agreeing to work with me on this, because you are an excellent judge of character, and you know I'm telling the truth.">> You notice a slight softening of her expression. You've always been good with words, and with using words to get people on your side. It's one of the reasons you're a good con man. Charm goes a long way. Marsha responds. <<marsha "Okay, you're right. But then explain to me, why do you want this job teaching sex at an all girls reform school?">> Marshal Buck weighs in, <<billy "Yeah, I'm interested too, $you.firstName. Why did you choose this job?">> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 13b">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/marsha/marsha2.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>One thing that makes you a great con man is the ability to get information on people. You've done your homework here. Marsha grew up in a law enforcement family. Her dad is a retired cop. Her uncle and two male cousins are also cops. She has two sisters and no brothers. You assumed she grew up always trying to live up to unrealistic expectations of a father who really wanted a son, but never got one. You didn't know, not for sure, but a big part of playing a con is predicting how someone will react based on the info you got. In this case, you might be right. Another thing that makes you a great con man is the ability to read people. This is more science and less art than it sounds. You are very good at reading microexpressions: minute facial changes that most people don't even know they're doing, but that give away what they are feeling or thinking. After you mention her dad, you see her expression change ever so slightly. She blinks a few times, and you notice her bottom lip tense up and quiver just a little. With that one sentence, you've shifted the balance of power in the conversation and you know it. Marshal Marshall is very good at hiding her emotions and vulnerabilities, but you are much better at manipulating people's emotions and vulnerabilities. <<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 14a">><<set $hint=5>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Taking Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/marsha/marsha3.jpg" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billy.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/mcsister.jpg" alt="mc's sister contemplating suicide" class="left"> <</nobr>>You have their full attention now. You don't say anything right away, letting the tension build. Finally you speak, <<you "You both know my file, right?">> They nod. You continue, <<you "What does it say in there about my sister?">> Marshal Marshall looks confused. <<marsha "It doesn't say you have a sister.">> She looks at Marshal Buck, but he looks right at you. <<billy "Had...a sister. Lisa.">> says Marshal Buck. <<you "That's right Billy, I had a sister Lisa...who died. You know this because you know me a little better than Marshal Marshall over here. Do you know how she died?">> <<billy "I think you told me it was a suicide.">> <<you "Yes, it was. But that is nowhere near the whole story. My sister got in some trouble when she was a teenager. She was running with the wrong crowd, and by the time she was a senior in high school, she had fucked up so much so often, that she was sent to a reform school. It was supposed to be a place where she could turn her life around, but there was a counselor there, a psychiatrist, who prescribed her tranquilizers and sedatives so he could rape and molest her without her fighting back or remembering any of it.">> Marshal Marshall lets out a little gasp at this while Marshal Buck just shakes his head. You continue, <<you "Even though she didn't really remember any of the abuse, consciously...subconscoiusly, it was destroying her mind. She became severely depressed and the person in charge of helping her with her depression, was the asshole who was raping her. After 2 years of abuse, she hung herself in her dorm room closet. No one really looked into it because she was just one more fucked up girl at a reform school full of supposedly fucked up girls.">> The Marshals sit across from you, speechless, clearly moved by your story. Marshal Buck looks somberly down at the table and Marshal Marshall's eyes are glassy as she holds back tears. <<you "You don't have to believe me. I know I've done a lot of shitty things, hell, I'm still doing shitty things now. But this is my chance to change all that and maybe do something good for some girls who really need help. If I can help some of them turn their lives around, if I can be there for them, like I wasn't able to be there for Lisa...">> Your voice trails off, but Marshal Marshall interjects, <<marsha "Okay, I believe you. I'm sorry I said you were a pervert.">> You correct her, <<you "Genius AND a pervert.">> Both the Marshals laugh at that. <<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 14b">><<set $hint=5>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Taking Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/marsha/marsha4.jpg" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billy3.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha.jpg" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>You take advantage of the opening Marshal Marshall has given you. <<you "I mean, I can only imagine how hard it must have been growing up in his shadow.">> You know her father's career highlights and you know exactly how to use them to get to little miss Marsha. You continue. <<you "Detective Sergeant Lester Marshall of the Maryland State Police. Decorated for his bravery in the Frederick Bank Shootout of 1999, honored for his investigation of Los Asesinos Locos in 2005, recognized by the Governer of Maryland for his exemplary performance in training new state police recruits from 2012 until his retirement in 2018.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//Basically, he's a legend.//''">><<set $marsha.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Marsha Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("marsha notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Marshal Marshall shrinks back into her chair, her previous bravado diminished significantly. You're exactly where you want to be: in her head. Marshal Buck knows what you're doing, but doesn't stop you. He's got his own vulnerabilities and he knows you well enough not to open up a lane for you to exploit them. You focus on Marshal Marshall, <<you "Your family has such deep roots in the law enforcement community, I can't imagine what it would be like for them if the whole world found out that Lester Marshall's daughter, his own flesh and blood, was actually a criminal scumbag like me.">> Calling Marsha a criminal scumbag really grinds her gears, and you can see that defiant streak rising within her once again. She fires back at you, <<marsha "I am not a criminal scumbag! I am nothing like you!">> <<you "Do you really think that's how people will see you after they know what you've done? Grand larceny, fraud, drug trafficking, felony attempted murder, and conspiracy to commit all of the same? What do you think happens to a Deputy US Marshal who's guilty of all of that shit? Sure you wanna act tough and believe that you could deal with all of the consequences, but what would it do to your family, especially dear old daddy Lester? He's getting pretty long in the tooth, right? You think his heart could handle the shock?">> Laying it out this way for Marsha has crushed her spirit into a fine dust that blows away in the wind. Her resolve broken, she sits across from you like a chastised little girl in the principal's office. She stares at the table, unable or unwilling to look you in the eye, defeated and broken. <<brutalityGain 1>> <<marshacorruptionGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 15">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy2.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha2.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>Marshal Marshall stares out the motel room window at the darkened and rainy parking lot. You can tell that your story really got to her. Marshal Buck looks at you, inquisitively. He asks, <<billy "How come you never told me about that?">> <<you "Billy, we're not friends. You told me that. You're a cop and I'm a snitch. That's our relationship. I didn't think it would be appropriate to get personal.">> <<billy "I suppose you're right...but damn man, I think we're way past a professional relationship here, with all the shit you got me wrapped up in...">> He looks at Marshal Marshall, <<billy "...or should I say 'got US wrapped up in.'">> You see what he's trying to do. He's shifting the focus back to you, making you the bad guy again, trying to absolve himself and Marshal Marshall. You counter his move, <<you "Billy...YOU got yourself into this mess. YOU were the one who came to me that night with the plan. You may not remember cause you were drunk as a skunk, but this was YOUR plan, not mine. And let's not forget that it was YOU who brought Marsha into this, not me.">> Marshal Buck's expression turns somber as Marshal Marshall glares at him. Reminding her that it was <<nobr>><<link "''//Buck, her mentor,//''">><<set $marsha.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Marsha Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("marsha notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> that got her involved in this situation was a good start. You've created a division between them, now you just need to say something to bridge that gap and bring the three of you together again. <<you "Listen, both of you. I'm sorry that it went down this way. It was supposed to be simple, but we all know that things didn't go as planned. It's not anyone's fault and if we sit around here shifting the blame instead of working together, we're just gonna end up in the ground. We need to stop bickering over the past and figure out what we need to do for the future. I can't do this without you two. I want to be a better person, but I need the opportunity to do so. Please help me here.">> They both look at you and you can see in their eyes that they've made the choice to help you. <<empathyGain 1>> <<marshaloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 15">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha.jpg" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>Marshal Buck lets out a sigh and speaks, <<billy "Okay, $you.firstName, we'll get you set up in New Winston. We'll get you the professor position and make sure you have a place to stay. After that, you're on your own. You will need to stay out of trouble. If you stir up any problems with the local police, we won't be able to protect you. Are we clear?">> You know that's not true. With all the dirt you have on the two Marshals, they will always be in your pocket. But in order to move things forward, you play along. <<you "10-4 Marshal Buck!">> you say with a little salute. Marshal Marshall rolls her eyes. <<marsha "Give us a few days to work all this out for you. We will contact you when it's set up and you can move to Harrington, permanently. Buck's right though, once you're set up there, we can't really interfere. You will be responsible for your own actions and choices, and those choices will have consequences. I hope you understand that.">> You smile, <<you "I do, Marsha, I do.">> <<confidenceGain 1>> <<marshaloyaltyGain 1>> <<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 15a">><<set $hint=4>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Confidence and Loyalty"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>> <img src="images/intro/ferryboat.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/ferrydeck.jpg" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>One week later... The ferry ride from the mainland to the island of New Winston takes about two and a half hours; plenty of time for you to watch an entire movie on your phone, and enjoy the coffee and cheap pastry you bought at the snack bar on the lower deck. As you finish off the last bite, you crumple up the wrapper and toss it in a nearby bin. You walk over and lean on the railing at the edge of the top deck. There are a few other people leaning on the railing as well. The late-morning sun feels warm on your face, and the cool, gentle breeze is calming your stress. You are at the end of what was a long stressful road trip full of rental cars under fake IDs, of yet more filthy motel rooms and of ample paranoia. Here though, you feel good, as though this is the perfect place for you to be. You take a moment to think about what you need to do today. You are scheduled to meet with the school's Head Mistress, Ms. Whitman, once you get to campus. You've double checked the ferry schedules to make sure you have plenty of time to get there without being late. You look at the people around you, taking pictures and enjoying the sights. None of them know who you are. No one knows your name is not really $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. They have no idea that you are a career criminal. No one on the island knows either. It's one of the reasons you chose this place. Here, you can truly get a fresh start. <<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 17">><<set $hint=6>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Other Important Information"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<if $tutorial1 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Choices:''</span> <span class="barbie">Confidence Man</span> is a game about choices. The choices you make will shape the person you become, and will ultimately determine the outcome of your story. Choices will be significant and will have lasting effects on both you and the characters with whom you interact. Some choices will open or permanently close future options and story arcs for you and other characters. Choose wisely! There are a few choices in the introduction which will be labeled either <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span>. This will only occur in the introduction and is designed to give you some insight into the types of choices associated with each route. The main story will not have such hints, and you will need to make your choices based on the situation, and/or your knowledge of the characters with whom you are interacting. <<else>>You have not unlocked any hints yet. Once you do, they will be added to the Tutorial here. <</if>> <<if $tutorial2 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Your Personality:''</span> Your personality is determined by the balance of your <span class="brutality">Brutality Points</span> and <span class="empathy">Empathy Points.</span> -<span class="brutality">Brutality points</span> are gained by actions of force, domination, and violence. This could be something as minor as emotionally or psychologically manipulating someone during a conversation, or something as serious as physically harming someone. Players who chose mainly to follow the <span class="brutality">Brutality route</span> will find themselves using blackmail, intimidation, and violence to achieve their goals and dominate other characters to bend them to their will. -<span class="empathy">Empathy points</span> are gained by actions of charm, caring, and sensitivity. Actions such as helping other characters with their problems, in order to gain their trust, will net the player <span class="empathy">Empathy points</span>. Players who choose mainly to follow the <span class="empathy">Empathy route</span> will use their charisma to achieve their goals; befriending and romancing other characters to gain their allegiance. Certain choices later in the game will only become available to you if you have a high enough <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span> score, respectively. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial3 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Relationships:''</span> Interactions with other characters may raise either their <span class="love">Love Points</span> or their <span class="corruption">Corruption Points</span> -<span class="love">Love points</span> represent how fond other characters are of the MC. <span class="love">Love points</span> will typically be gained from <span class="empathy">Empathy</span> actions. -<span class="corruption">Corruption points</span> represent how much control you have over other characters and how much you can influence them to do things that go against their values. <span class="corruption">Corruption points</span> will typically be gained from <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> actions.<<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial4 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Confidence and Loyalty:''</span> You have earned a <span class="confidence">Confidence Point</span> and raised another character's <span class="loyalty">Loyalty Points.</span> -<span class="confidence">Confidence</span> is a special statistic that is not specifically related to either <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span>. <span class="confidence">Confidence</span> represents not only your own level of confidence in your choices and actions, but also other characters' confidence in you as a person. <span class="confidence">Confidence points</span> are rare and can only be earned in specific situations. Earned <span class="confidence">Confidence points</span> can be spent like currency to unlock choices that would be otherwise unavailable to you. -<span class="loyalty">Loyalty points</span> represent how much other characters will follow your commands or help you in certain situations. <span class="loyalty">Loyalty points</span> can be equally earned through either <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span> routes. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial5 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Taking Notes:''</span> You can take notes to record information you discover about other characters. Look for a <span class="note">//''bold blue italic link''//</span> somewhere in the middle of the passage and click it to add notes about this character to their Character Notes page, which can be accessed from the corresponding button on the sidebar. During the game, You can refer to these notes when making future decisions. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial6 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Other Important Information:''</span> You can check the <span class="love">Love</span>, <span class="corruption">Corruption</span>, and <span class="loyalty">Loyalty</span> of different characters by clicking the "Character Stats" button on the sidebar menu. Lastly, if you would like to see the names of the actresses playing each character, you can visit The Casting Couch by clicking the corresponding button on the side bar. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial7 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Student Relationships:''</span> Your relationships with students are different from your relationships with other, non-student characters. Student relationships are developed by either gaining or losing <span class="trust">Trust Points</span>, which represent how much a student trusts you; <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>, which represent how much a student is sexually attracted to you; and <span class="obedience">Obedience Points</span>, which represent how much power you hold over a student. Unlike in relationships with non-student characters, each of these types of points can be gained OR LOST, depending on your actions. Students may start with certain amounts of different types of points when you first meet them. For example a goody-two-shoes type may already have some <span class="obedience">Obedience Points</span>, or the class slut may start with some <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>. Students with a high enough <span class="trust">Trust Score</span>, and/or <span class="lust">Lust Score</span>, may let you initiate sexual acts with them, or they may initiate sexual acts with you. If they have a high enough <span class="obedience">Obedience Score</span>, you may be able to coerce, blackmail, or intimidate them into sexual acts. You can view each student's scores from the Student Stats button on the sidebar. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial8 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Class Discussions:''</span> The format of dialogue will change during class discussions to make it easier for you to follow who's talking in a nine-person conversation. Character's dialogue will appear in custom dialogue boxes like these: <<speech "Grace">>Hi, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Hello!<</speech>> Your thoughts and inner monologue will appear like this: <div class="thought">I think Grace is a sweet girl!</div> And all narration will appear in regular text, just like in the rest of the story. Dialogue will only be presented like this during class discussions and other scenes where many people are speaking. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial9 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Teaching Style:''</span> Before each lesson, you will decide how you wish to conduct your class. Choosing different teaching styles will affect the relationship scores of your students. Additionally, during the discussion, you will be able to react in different ways to events unfolding in the class. These choices will not result in a unique scene like many of the other choices in the game, but they will elicit certain reactions from students, and may cause their <span class="trust">Trust</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, or <span class="obedience">Obedience</span> scores to increase or decrease. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial10 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Student Files:''</span> You now have access to the personal files for all of the students in your class. You can view these files from the Student Files button on the sidebar. These will provide you with valuable information about students' personalities and backgrounds. This information can be used to help make decisions when interacting with your students. Additionally, you will receive access to the student file of any student you choose to counsel during afternoon counseling hours, if they are not already in your class. It will be especially important to review these files, as you will naturally have less information about students you do not teach regularly. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial11 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Class Discussion Reviews:''</span> After Class Discussions, you will have a chance to go to your office and record any information you learned about your students in their Student Files. You, the player, will be asked to choose from a number memories. Some will be correct memories of what you learned in the discussion, while others will be things that you may be remembering incorrectly. Click on any links you think are correct to record that information in a student's file. Be careful though, any information you choose will be recorded in the student's file whether it is correct or incorrect. Incorrect information may lead you to make poor choices in the future. <<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial12 is 1>><span class="barbie">''Counseling Sessions:''</span> During Counseling Sessions, a student will approach you, usually seeking advice about a problem. You will have the choice of different paths to take with her, based on your <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span> scores, or a combination of both scores. If you wish, you may spend a <span class="confidence">Confidence Point</span> to unlock any of the choices as well. During your conversation with the student, you will be asked to make a series of choices which will result in either Gain or Loss of the student's <span class="trust">Trust</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, or <span class="obedience">Obedience</span> points. Reading the student's file ahead of time can give you some information that will help with these choices. Earning enough of any one of these points during the session will let you give the student your phone number. This will unlock an encounter when she calls you later in the game. For the purpose of learning the new system, the first counseling session will be with a Guest Star character who is not part of the main storyline. Your choices here WILL NOT affect the main story. Future sessions with students who are in your class WILL affect the main story direction. <<else>><</if>>

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'@@.corruption;' + "Alida's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $alida.corruption += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alidaloyaltyGain">> \<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Alida's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $alida.loyalty += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "barbieloveGain">> \<<= '@@.love;' + "Barbie's Love + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $barbie.love += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "barbiecorruptionGain">> \<<= '@@.corruption;' + "Barbie's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $barbie.corruption += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "barbieloyaltyGain">> \<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Barbie's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $barbie.loyalty += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "briannaloveGain">> \<<= '@@.love;' + "Brianna's Love + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $brianna.love += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "briannacorruptionGain">> \<<= '@@.corruption;' + "Brianna's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $brianna.corruption += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "briannaloyaltyGain">> \<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Brianna's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $brianna.loyalty += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "glorialoveGain">> \<<= '@@.love;' + "Gloria's Love + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $gloria.love += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "gloriacorruptionGain">> \<<= '@@.corruption;' + "Gloria's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $gloria.corruption += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "glorialoyaltyGain">> \<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Gloria's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $gloria.loyalty += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "annieloveGain">> \<<= '@@.love;' + "Annie's Love + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $annie.love += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "anniecorruptionGain">> \<<= '@@.corruption;' + "Annie's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $annie.corruption += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "annieloyaltyGain">> \<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Annie's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $annie.loyalty += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kristenloveGain">> \<<= '@@.love;' + "Kristen's Love + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kristen.love += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kristencorruptionGain">> \<<= '@@.corruption;' + "Kristen's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kristen.corruption += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kristenloyaltyGain">> \<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Kristen's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kristen.loyalty += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "katieloveGain">> \<<= '@@.love;' + "Katie's Love + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $katie.love += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "katiecorruptionGain">> \<<= '@@.corruption;' + "Katie's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $katie.corruption += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "katieloyaltyGain">> \<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Katie's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $katie.loyalty += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "marialoveGain">> \<<= '@@.love;' + "Maria's Love + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $maria.love += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mariacorruptionGain">> \<<= '@@.corruption;' + "Maria's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $maria.corruption += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "marialoyaltyGain">> \<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Maria's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $maria.loyalty += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mikaylatrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Mikayla's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $mikayla.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mikaylalustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Mikayla's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $mikayla.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mikaylaobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Mikayla's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $mikayla.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "oliviatrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Olivia's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $olivia.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "olivialustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Olivia's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $olivia.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "oliviaobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Olivia's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $olivia.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "gracetrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Grace's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $grace.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "gracelustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Grace's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $grace.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "graceobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Grace's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $grace.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kayleetrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Kaylee's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kaylee.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kayleelustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Kaylee's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kaylee.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kayleeobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Kaylee's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kaylee.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alyssatrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Alyssa's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $alyssa.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alyssalustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Alyssa's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $alyssa.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alyssaobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Alyssa's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $alyssa.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "jasminetrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Jasmine's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $jasmine.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "jasminelustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Jasmine's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $jasmine.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "jasmineobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Jasmine's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $jasmine.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "laurentrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Lauren's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $lauren.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "laurenlustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Lauren's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $lauren.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "laurenobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Lauren's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $lauren.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "sophiatrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Sophia's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $sophia.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "sophialustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Sophia's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $sophia.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "sophiaobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Sophia's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $sophia.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "bellindatrustGain">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Bellinda's Trust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $bellinda.trust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "bellindalustGain">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Bellinda's Lust + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $bellinda.lust += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "bellindaobedienceGain">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Bellinda's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $bellinda.obedience += $args[0]>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mikaylatrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Mikayla's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $mikayla.trust to Math.max($mikayla.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mikaylalustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Mikayla's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $mikayla.lust to Math.max($mikayla.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "mikaylaobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Mikayla's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $mikayla.obedience to Math.max($mikayla.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "oliviatrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Olivia's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $olivia.trust to Math.max($olivia.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "olivialustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Olivia's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $olivia.lust to Math.max($olivia.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "oliviaobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Olivia's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $olivia.obedience to Math.max($olivia.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "gracetrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Grace's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $grace.trust to Math.max($grace.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "gracelustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Grace's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $grace.lust to Math.max($grace.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "graceobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.grace;' + "Grace's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $grace.obedience to Math.max($grace.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kayleetrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Kaylee's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kaylee.trust to Math.max($kaylee.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kayleelustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Kaylee's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kaylee.lust to Math.max($kaylee.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "kayleeobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Kaylee's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $kaylee.obedience to Math.max($kaylee.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alyssatrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Alyssa's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $alyssa.trust to Math.max($alyssa.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alyssalustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Alyssa's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $alyssa.lust to Math.max($alyssa.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "alyssaobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Alyssa's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $alyssa.obedience to Math.max($alyssa.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "jasminetrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Jasmine's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $jasmine.trust to Math.max($jasmine.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "jasminelustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Jasmine's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $jasmine.lust to Math.max($jasmine.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "jasmineobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Jasmine's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $jasmine.obedience to Math.max($jasmine.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "laurentrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Lauren's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $lauren.trust to Math.max($lauren.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "laurenlustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Lauren's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $lauren.lust to Mathh.max($lauren.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "laurenobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Lauren's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $lauren.obedience to Math.max($lauren.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "sophiatrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Sophia's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $sophia.trust to Math.max($sophia.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "sophialustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Sophia's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $sophia.lust to Math.max($sophia.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "sophiaobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Sophia's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $sophia.obedience to Math.max($sophia.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "bellindatrustLose">> \<<= '@@.trust;' + "Bellinda's Trust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $bellinda.trust to Math.max($bellinda.trust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "bellindalustLose">> \<<= '@@.lust;' + "Bellinda's Lust - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $bellinda.lust to Math.max($bellinda.lust -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>> <<widget "bellindaobedienceLose">> \<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Bellinda's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">> \<<set $bellinda.obedience to Math.max($bellinda.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>> \<</widget>>

<span class="brutality">Brutality: <<print $you.brutality>></span> <span class="empathy">Empathy: <<print $you.empathy>></span> <span class="confidence">Confidence: <<print $you.confidence>></span> <<nobr>><div class = "caption"> <<button "Character Stats">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Character Stats"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Character Stats").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class = "caption"> <<button "Character Notes">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Character Notes", "characternotes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Character Notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <<if $students is 1>><div class = "caption"> <<button "Student Stats">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Student Stats"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("student stats").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div><<else>><</if>> <<if $tutorial10 is 1>><div class = "caption"> <<button "Student Files">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Student Files", "characternotes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("student files").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div><<else>><</if>> <div class = "caption"> <<button "Contacts">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Contacts"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Contacts").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class = "caption"> <<button "Tutorial">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Tutorial"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Tutorial").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class = "caption"> <<button "The Casting Couch">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("The Casting Couch"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("CASTING COUCH").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class = "caption"> <<button "Credits and Special Thanks">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Credits and Special Thanks", "creditslist"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class="caption"> <<button "Toggle Hardcore Mode">> <<run $("#ui-bar-history").toggle()>> <<set $hideHistory = $("#ui-bar-history").css("display") == "none">> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="spaced"> <a href="https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark" target="_blank"><img src="images/ui/patreon-button.png" width="100%" align="middle"></a> </div><br> <div class="spaced"> <a href="https://discord.gg/4uSNsHwgBw" target="_blank"><img src="images/ui/discord-button.png" width="100%" align="middle"></a> </div><</nobr>>

<<if $marsha.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/marsha.jpg" alt="Marsha." class="left"><span class="marsha">MARSHA:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $marsha.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $marsha.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $marsha.loyalty>></span> <<else>>You have not met any other characters yet. Once you do, their stats will show here. <</if>> <<if $alida.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/alida.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"><span class="alida">ALIDA:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $alida.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $alida.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $alida.loyalty>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $barbie.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/barbie.jpg" alt="Barbie." class="left"><span class="barbie">BARBIE:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $barbie.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $barbie.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $barbie.loyalty>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $brianna.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/brianna.jpg" alt="Brianna." class="left"><span class="brianna">BRIANNA:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $brianna.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $brianna.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $brianna.loyalty>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $gloria.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/gloria.jpg" alt="Gloria." class="left"><span class="gloria">GLORIA:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $gloria.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $gloria.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $gloria.loyalty>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $annie.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/annie.jpg" alt="Annie." class="left"><span class="annie">ANNIE:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $annie.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $annie.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $annie.loyalty>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $kristen.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/kristen.jpg" alt="kristen." class="left"><span class="kristen">KRISTEN:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $kristen.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $kristen.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $kristen.loyalty>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $katie.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/katie.jpg" alt="katie." class="left"><span class="katie">KATIE:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $katie.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $katie.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $katie.loyalty>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $maria.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/maria.jpg" alt="maria." class="left"><span class="maria">MARIA:</span> <span class="love">Love: <<print $maria.love>></span> <span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $maria.corruption>></span> <span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $maria.loyalty>></span> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>> <img src="images/intro/ferry.jpg" alt="passengers disembarking a ferry." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet1.jpg" alt="a pretty woman in a white dress." class="left"> <</nobr>>As the ferryboat settles into the dock, you toss your now empty coffee cup in the bin and start to make your way down to the lower deck. You head down the ramp and onto the dock. There is a small plaza next to the dock in front of the ferry terminal building. In the center of the plaza there is a huge anchor, probably from some historically important ship. All the ferry passengers begin spreading around the plaza, some head to the parking lot, others head to the terminal building, while others simply wander around looking at the sights. You stop at the edge of the plaza and take in the scene. You stand there for several minutes, lost in thought, as the crowd from the ferry dispurses. Just then, through the parting crowd, your eyes are drawn to a quite pretty woman leaning up against the anchor. She's short and thicc, with big natural tits and a juicy round ass. Her silky brown hair blows in the wind. A long, tight, sleeveless, white dress covers her smooth, caramel skin. She has a dark, exotic look that immediately makes you want to find out more about her. And before you realize that you've been staring at her for about a whole minute, she calls over to you, <<alida "Hey Captain Creepy over there! Are you gonna keep staring at me all day?">><<set $alida.met = true>> <<link "Keep looking at her and purposefully walk towards her" "intro 18a">><</link>> <<link 'Yell "Sorry!" and walk away' 'intro 18d'>><</link>> <<link "Make a joke to try to calm the tension" "intro 18b">><</link>> <<link "Flip her the bird and walk away" "intro 18c">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>> <img src="images/alida/alidameet2.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet3.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet4.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <</nobr>>You keep looking at her and purposefully walk towards her. She keeps looking right at you with a little smile on her face. She's standing under the anchor with her arms streched out above her head. As you get closer, you can see her perky nipples poking through her dress. Thank god for white dresses and cool breezes. You stop close to her, facing her, and about a foot closer than most strangers would be comfortable with. You lean against the anchor the same way she is. It's partly a power move, but you also want to see how she will react to your forwardness. <<you "I think if you didn't want creeps like me staring at you, you probably would have worn a bra with that dress.">> She looks a bit surprised, but continues smiling and replies, <<alida "Well, what if it was laundry day and I didn't have any clean bras left?">> You look her over: perfect teeth, smooth skin, her make up subtle but applied with great care. Nah, she wants to look good, and damn if she doesn't. <<you "I don't buy it. Someone who looks like you doesn't just throw on whatever's clean and head out the door. You want me to look, don't you?">> She winks and smiles, <<alida "Okay, you got me! This is one of my no-bra dresses. I guess I'm happy to see it works!">> <<nobr>><<link "''//She want's you to look at her tits,//''">><<set $alida.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> so you look her straight in the eyes. She giggles nervously, her recent confidence shaken. There's a bloated pause in the conversation. She fills it, <<alida "Sooo...what brings you to our little island?">> she asks. Trying to keep her off balance, you answer her question with a question, <<you "Do you have a car?">> you ask. She's responds, tentatively, <<alida "Yes, why do you ask?">> <<you "Give me a ride, and I'll tell you everything.">> She carefully looks you up and down. You guess she's probably having the "will he rape me?" conversation with herself. <<you "No big deal, I'll find my own way.">> you say as you start walking away. She stops you, <<alida "Wait, I'm sorry. A girl's just gotta be careful, you know? I'll give you a ride, where are we headed?">> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 19a">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>> <img src="images/alida/alidameet5.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet6.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet8.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet7.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <</nobr>>You come to your senses and try to think of something funny to say as you start walking over to her, <<you "I'm actually Admiral Creepy, and I would appreciate if you would address me by my proper rank, thank you very much.">> She frowns and looks at you suspiciously. She's standing under the anchor with her arms above her head, her big, natural breasts threatening to burst free from that tight, white dress. The cool breeze is making her nipples stand up hard and poke through the fabric. <<alida "I don't think that's actually better, you know, being an even bigger creep,">> she says. <<you "Anything worth doing is worth doing right!">> you reply, with a big smile. She continues to be suspicious. She's not buying it. You two have gotten off on the wrong foot. It was all just a misunderstanding, really. Probably best to apologize and start over from the beginning, you think. Well, here goes. <<you "Look, I'm sorry about staring. Honestly, I wasn't really paying attention. I just moved here and I'm a bit lost and not sure what to do or where to go.">> Her expression softens and she smiles at you. The old "I'm new in town and lost please help me" trick...oldie but goodie. <<alida "It's okay, I forgive you. Besides, if I didn't want people to look at me, I would've worn a bra with this dress!">> Since she mentioned it, you take a quick look at her tits. They're real and they're SPECTACULAR. She definitely notices (women ALWAYS notice), but it doesn't seem to bother her, after all, she said she wanted people to look. You look back up at her and she asks, <<alida "So what brings you here to our little island?">> <<you "I'm starting a job teaching at the Harrington Institute on Monday.">> Her eyes light up as she excitedly says, <<alida "SHUT UP! I teach there too! What are the odds of that?!">> <<you "Not sure, I'm not a math teacher.">> <<alida "Ha ha not a math teacher, I get it! So then what are you teaching?">> <<you "Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> <<alida "That's great, maybe you can teach me how to get a boyfriend.">> She laughs, as do you, albeit uncomfortably. She can sense the joke didn't really go over that well and now she's a little embarrased. <<alida "Wow, did I just say that?">> You both stand there awkwardly, then she suddenly says, <<alida "Well, let me give you a ride to the campus,">> and starts to walk toward the parking lot. You stand there still <<nobr>><<link "''//thinking about the boyfriend remark.//''">><<set $alida.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She looks back over her shoulder and says, <<alida "Well, are you coming or what?">> You quickly hurry after her to her car. <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 19b">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>> <img src="images/alida/alidameet11.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="black car burnout." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="Admin building." class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Sorry,">> you call over to her, and begin to walk away toward the ferry terminal building. <<alida "Hold on a second,">> she says as she starts walking towards you, <<alida "That's it? Just 'sorry,' and then you walk away?">> You stop and look at her, not sure what to say next. She spreads her arms wide, adopting a strong, powerful stance, showing off her voluptuous body and says, <<alida "I didn't wear this dress for nothing!">> You chuckle, nervously, still unsure of what to say. She speaks again, <<alida "I'm Alida, and you are?">> <<you "Oh me? I'm $you.fakefirstName, $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> <<alida "Well Hello $you.fakefirstName, $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. You look a little lost. Need some help?">> Now that you think about it, you don't really know how to get to the campus from here. Maybe Alida knows. You ask, <<you "Do you know how I can get to The Harrington Institute from here?">> She looks you over, considering something in her mind. Eventually she points over to the ferry terminal building and says, <<alida "There's a bus that runs from here to there every hour. Next one should be here in about 45 minutes.">> With that, she turns and starts walking towards the parking lot. <<you "Thank you!">> you call out to her. <<alida "No problem, see you around!">> she calls back. You watch her get into her car, a sporty little black two door, and peel out of the parking lot with a squeal and a puff of tire smoke. She hits the road and guns the engine, zooming off into the distance. Maybe you could have asked her for a ride...then again, <<nobr>><<link "''//with driving like that, maybe it's better that you didn't.//''">><<set $alida.note5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You eventually catch the bus to campus and are dropped off at the Administration Building just in time to make it to your appointment. <<set $alida.intro=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 20">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>> <img src="images/alida/alidameet5.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="black car burnout." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="Admin building." class="left"> <</nobr>>You snap back to your senses. The woman is staring at you with a suspicious frown. You don't like that she called you out like that, you weren't doing anything wrong. You flip her the bird. She does it right back and then storms off. You avoid looking at her and walk over to the ferry terminal building. You look around for any information about how to get to the school campus. After a few minutes, you find a bulletin board with a bus schedule on it. Apparently there is a shuttle bus that runs between the ferry terminal and the campus every hour. You find a nice bench and sit down to wait for the bus. The schedule says that the next one should be here in about 45 minutes. You pull out your phone and start fucking around on it just to pass the time. Suddenly, you hear tires squealing and look up just in time to see a little sporty black two door car practically flying out of the parking lot and down the road. You mutter to yourself, <<you "Crazy fuckin' drivers.">> After a while, the bus arrives and takes you to the campus. You get off at the Administration Building and head inside. <<set $alida.intro=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 20">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg countryroad>> <img src="images/intro/alidacar1.jpg" alt="Alida's car." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/alidacar.jpg" alt="Alida's car." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="Admin building." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet9.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <</nobr>>You both hop in her car and head out on to the small two lane road that leads away from the ferry terminal. She drives a sporty little two seater and <<nobr>><<link "''//she definitely likes to go fast.//''">><<set $alida.note3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You crack your window, letting the rush of cool air wash over you when your driver speaks up, <<alida "So you never told me where we're going.">> <<you "Harrington Institute,">> you reply. She looks interested and a little confused. <<alida "Wait, really? Hold on, what's your name?">> You instinctively feel uncomfortable giving your name to a stranger, especially given your situation, but since this is going to be your new home, you decide it's best to be forthcoming. <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName,">> you reply. <<alida "So you're the new teacher at Harrington huh?">> she asks, with a smile. How does she know that?! <<you "How did you know that?">> <<alida "Because I teach there too! I teach History! My name is Alida, by the way. Alida Mayana. The Head of School sent out a memo saying that you would be starting this term, and that we were supposed to welcome you to the community.">> she says. Now it makes sense. <<you "So good thing you didn't just leave me at the ferry terminal then. That wouldn't really have been the 'welcoming' thing to do.">> you say. She blushes a little and smiles. <<alida "No, I guess not. So let me ask you a question-">> Before she can continue, you cut her off, <<you "Only if I get to ask you one first. You answer one question, then I'll answer one of yours.">> She nods and you continue. <<you "Why did you let a strange man like me get into your car and ride around with you on a deserted backroad like this one?">> It's definitely a little bit of a creepy question to ask, but there's nothing like an uncomfortable question to put someone on their heels. You want to get a read on Alida, and this is a good way to do it. As she responds, you can see from her body language that she's a little nervous but is trying to cover it up with false bravado. <<alida "I think I'm an excellent judge of character-">> she's really not, <<alida "-and I can tell that you're a good, honest person.">> Wow, she's WAY off there. You're definitely not a 'good' person, and certainly not honest. But you seem to have her convinced so...good work! <<alida "We're coming up to the campus here on the right, see?">> She pulls into a parking space in front of what seems to be the main administration building for the school. You start to get out of the car when she says, <<alida "Hey I didn't get to ask you my question.">> You give her a wink, <<you "Next time then,">> you say and start to walk away. She gets out of her car and yells after you, <<alida "But you don't have my phone number.">> <<you "Small town,">> you say, without turning around. <<you "I'm sure we'll run into each other again.">> With that you walk through the doors of the Admin building, leaving Alida standing there in the parking lot. <<set $alida.intro=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<alidacorruptionGain 1>> <<alidaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 20">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg countryroad>> <img src="images/intro/alidacar1.jpg" alt="Alida's car." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/alidacar.jpg" alt="Alida's car." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet12.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet13.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="Admin building." class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidameet10.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left"> <</nobr>>Her car is a little, black two-seater and she really likes to drive it fast. Before you know it, she's doing nearly 90 mph on a little, country, back-road leading away from the ferry terminal. You're white-knuckling the arm rest on the passenger door. She seems to sense your fear. <<alida "Don't be so scared, I'm an excellent driver and I know these roads like the back of my hand.">> As she says it, she accellerates hard out of a blind corner and you feel yourself pushed back in your seat by the g-forces. She does seem to be an <<nobr>><<link "''//excellent driver, and she knows the roads well.//''">><<set $alida.note4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Still, it would be pretty stupid to die in a car wreck on the first day of your new life, don't you think? <<alida "I'm Alida Mayana, by the way.">> <<you "Pleasure to meet you, Alida. I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> <<alida "Yeah that's what I thought. The Head of School sent out a memo saying that you'd be starting new next term,">> she says. The car tires squeal as she speeds through another tight corner. <<alida "So are you nervous about teaching sex to a bunch of young women?">> This conversation is making you nervous. <<you "It sounds really bad when you say it that way - like I'm just a pervert.">> She smiles, devilishly. <<alida "Well, are you just a pervert?">> Genius AND a pervert, you think to yourself. You can tell she's trying to get a rise out of you. You make a mental note to watch out for this little minx in the future. <<you "Look, I have multiple degrees in psychology, sociology and biology,">> you lie. <<you "I'm here because I know that a lot of the girls who end up at places like Harrington have some pretty serious misconceptions and psychological complexes when it comes to sex. That can be very dangerous to their mental health and development. If I can do anything to help them have healthy and enjoyable sex lives, then I'm happy to do it. If I seem a little nervous though, it could be your driving!">> She seems to genuinely appreciate your answer and replies, <<alida "So you're a good guy after all. I thought so when we met, and I'm an excellent judge of character. And you don't have to worry about the driving anymore because we're here.">> She's right. You look up and see the main administration building for the school. She pulls into a parking space and you both get out of the car. She walks you up to the admin building. You stop at the base of the steps leading to the front doors. You both stand there for a moment, then you pull out your phone and ask, <<you "So, Alida...can I get your phone number? Cause you're really the only person I know on this island.">> She smiles and blushes, but she grabs your phone and punches in her number under the contact name "Alida (Cute)" She hands the phone back and winks at you then starts walking back to her car. You yell after her, <<you "Thanks for the ride!">> She turns around and waves at you. <<alida "No problem! See ya around campus!">> With that, she hops in her car and speeds off. Well that was fun, you think, as you head into the Admin building. <<set $alida.contact=true>><span class="alida">**Alida's number has been added to your contacts**</span> <<set $alida.intro=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<alidaloveGain 1>> <<alidaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 20">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg motel>> <img src="images/billy/billy2.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha2.jpg" alt="Marshal Marshall." class="left"> <</nobr>>The Marshals are true to their word. They seem to get working on all the paperwork needed to relocate you. Only 24 hours later, they're giving you all new fake identification. As a career con man, you certainly have experience with fake IDs, but these are really top notch. Probably because the Marshals have the connections to get you real government IDs with real Social Security numbers. It's not just a fake ID, it's a brand new ID for a real-life, brand-new person: You. That said, it is always hard to remember your new identifying information right away. You have to take time and make a mental effort just to remember your new name. Most relocated witnesses keep their first name the same to make this process easier, but that might not be the best idea in this situation. Besides, you're confident you will be able to make the change stick in your mind, especially because you will have almost a week on the road to Harrington to practice and get used to it. What was that new first name again? <<textbox "$you.fakefirstName" "Peter" "intro 15b" autofocus>>

<<bg motel>> That's right! And what was your new last name? <<textbox "$you.fakelastName" "Piper" "intro 16" autofocus>>

<<nobr>><<bg hallway>><<set $barbie.met = true>> <img src="images/intro/headmaster.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster's office" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet1.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet2.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>>Upon entering the building, you take a moment to allow your eyes to adjust to the indoor lighting. You walk around a bit looking for someone who may be able to direct you to the Head Mistress' office. After a few minutes, you remember that it's Saturday, and the new term doesn't start until Monday, so of course there's no one here. Luckily, you stumble upon a sign that points the way and soon, you are at her door. You knock and hear a woman's voice from inside say, <<barbie "Come in.">> You open the door and see a woman you assume is Ms. Whitman. She's facing away from you leaning over her desk. You take a quick second to look her up and down. She has dyed blond hair in a pixie cut and her clothes are fashionable yet sensible. She's wearing a thin, plum colored sweater and a short, tight, grey skirt that struggles to contain her amply large, firm ass. She looks over her shoulder and says, <<barbie "You must be mister $you.fakelastName. Give me just a minute here, I spilled a drink and just need to clean up a bit.">> She turns away and bends back over the desk giving you another great view of her great ass. <<you "No problem. Take your time,">> you say. You're not buying this spilled drink thing; you're pretty sure she just wanted to show you her ass. She finishes cleaning up and turns around to face you. Now that you get a good look at her, you notice she has a pair of beautiful, big, blue eyes, and a pair of beautiful, big, fake tits. She smiles and greets you, <<barbie "Okay, all cleaned up. Well, I'm Barbara Whitman. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person.">> <<you "Likewise,">> you say as you shake her hand. She gestures to a chair in front of her desk and you sit down. She walks around to the other side and sits in her chair. <<you "Well, thank you for meeting me on the weekend, Ms. Whitman, I really-">> She interrupts you, <<barbie "Please, there's no need for formalities. When we're not in front of students, you can just call me Barbie.">> <<link "You're not happy she interrupted you." "intro 21a">><</link>> <<link "You're happy to be on a first name basis with her." "intro 21b">><</link>> <<link "You let her continue talking to try to learn more information." "intro 21c">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet3.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster's office" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet4.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're not happy she interrupted you, even if it was to let you call her by her first name. Honestly, you're gonna call her whatever you want. You were trying to play the nice guy here, but the reality is, you hold all the cards in this situation. A place like The Harrington Institute doesn't hire teachers three days before the start of the school term. No, this is some sort of emergency situation. And with your multiple (fake) degrees in psycholology, sociology, and biology; you are extremely overqualified for this position...on paper at least. You're pretty much doing them a favor by taking this job, I mean, they hired you without even interviewing you, so that should tell you something about their current situation. You lean back in your chair and say, <<you "How about Babs? Can I call you Babs?">> Her smile wavers. You got her off guard with that. She responds, <<barbie "No, thank you, no. In fact, maybe you should just call me Barbara.">> She continues to smile at you but it's a smile that's masking increasing contempt. You reply, <<you "No, I think I like Babs better.">> Now she's really flustered. She gets serious and attempts to stand her ground. <<barbie "NO, Mr. $you.fakelastName. I do not appreciate what you're doing here.">> Alright that's enough of this piddly shit. Time to get real. <<you "And I did not appreciate you interrupting me back there. Literally the first sentences of our first conversation and you already interrupted me. You know, how someone behaves in a conversation really says alot about them, psychologically speaking. I actually wrote my doctoral thesis, well one of them anyway, on that very subject. See, you exhibit the classic behavior of most <<nobr>><<link "''//narcissists//''">><<set $barbie.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> like you. Not just the interrupting, but also that little stunt with the spilled drink...">> She crosses her arms and frowns. She looks like a pouty child. You continue, <<you "Really convenient how you spilled a drink right when you heard me walking up to your office. And why couldn't you just clean it up from your side of the desk? No you wanted me to see how firm your ass still is even though you're pushing 50. And you know what, that's fine,">> you decide to throw in a little compliment, <<you "I think your ass looks really good-">> well, maybe a backhanded compliment, <<you "-for someone your age.">> She's angry and stunned at the same time, which leads to her just stammering, <<barbie "I...I...well...uh...">> <<link "You help her out." "intro 22a">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet2.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet5.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're happy to be on a first name basis with her. You smile and reply, <<you "Well thank you then, Barbie. As I was saying, I certainly appreciate you coming in on the weekend to meet with me and help get me settled in here on the island.">> <<barbie "Of course. I value all of my employees and I want to make sure they are taken care of,">> she says. Perhaps it's just because she's in a casual mood, it being the weekend and all, but you're getting a real "mom" vibe off of her. As if to reinforce that vibe, she asks, <<barbie "Have you eaten yet?">> You reply, <<you "Oh yes I had breakfast on the ferry ride over here.">> <<barbie "Well good, but one of these days, you're gonna have to let me make you a good home cooked meal.">> You're not sure why she's being so nice to you. Maybe it's because she's grateful to you for taking the job on such short notice. Maybe she's into you, after all, you're pretty sure the whole spilled drink thing was just an excuse to show off her ass. And you like her ass. Then again, Maybe she's just a nice person...or she's really good at acting nice. <<you "Well, Barbie, I just might have to take you up on that in the future,">> you say with a smile. She smiles back, but there's something behind the smile. It's more than just a polite friendly smile. It seems like there's something she wants to say, but she's not sure if she should or not. As you are sitting there wondering what she's thinking, she speaks. <<barbie "You know, I don't know what it is about you, but you really remind me of my son.">> So that's where that mom vibe was coming from. You're not sure how to reply, so <<link "you try a little joke." "intro 22b">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet5.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/ringtan.jpg" alt="barbie's ring tan" class="left"> <</nobr>>Sometimes, when you're trying to get a read on a person you just met, it is prudent to let them do all the talking. It makes them think that you are interested in what they're saying (whether or not you really are) and they'll usually overshare and give you some juicy nugget of information. She continues talking on and on about herself. This, coupled with the interrupting you, and the little stunt with the spilled drink, and her obviously showing off her ass to you; these things combined make you pretty sure you're dealing with a narcissist. You focus back on what she's saying, <<barbie "...So like I said, all my family and friends call me Barbie. It's been like that since I was in college. It was my husband who started it, back before we were married. I was much younger and more attractive back then, so he used to say I was like a real-life barbie doll, can you believe that?">> she says with a chuckle. You continue to stay silent and take the opportunity to make some observations. She has a wedding ring tan on her left ring finger, but no wedding ring. She talked about her family, but doesn't have any pictures of them in her office. Interesting. She continues, <<barbie "You know, $you.fakefirstName, you remind me of my son. You are such a nice young man and such a good listener. I'm so glad I hired you. I think the girls will be much better off with you here to listen to their problems and help them.">> She pauses and looks down then blurts out, <<barbie "I don't get to see my son as much as I would like. I miss him....">> Now you're starting to really figure out what's going on with Ms. Whitman. With what she's told you, and with the research you've already done on her (of course), you've managed to put together a pretty good picture of who you're dealing with. <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 22c">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet3.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster's office" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet4.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Okay Babs, I see you're having a problem with your words but I'll help you out. You are trying to say, 'Mr. $you.fakelastName, thank you so very much for taking a huge paycut and accepting this position for which you are incredibly overqualified, and on such short notice. We were in such a bind trying to fill this crucial position before the start of the term on Monday, you're application was like a gift from heaven. I honestly don't know what we would have done without you. Thank you, again, Thank you!'">> You stand up from your chair and head to the door. Before you get there, you turn around to a still stunned Barbara Whitman and ask, <<you "Oh yeah, wasn't a furnished apartment part of the compensation package in my contract?">> She stares at you for a few intense seconds, then reaches down into her desk drawer, pulls out a key, and holds it up. You stand still and continue looking right in her eyes. Eventually, she gets up, slowly walks over to you, and hands you the key. She's standing very close to you right now. She's looking you right in the eye with an energy so intense, you're not sure if she wants to kill you, or fuck you. Maybe both. Maybe fuck you then kill you, or maybe kill you then fuck you. Nah probably not that last one...although...you never know with some people. <<you "Address?">> you ask, calmly. She continues to glare at you then says, <<barbie "6400 Winston Drive, Unit 6. Good day, Mr. $you.fakelastName.">> <<set $barbie.intro=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<barbiecorruptionGain 1>> Well, seems like your work here is done. You definitely made a memorable first impression, so with that, <<link "you leave her office and catch the shuttle bus to your new apartment." "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<set $contacts=1>><<set $day=11>><<if $sunday11a is 0 and $sunday11b is 0 and $sunday11c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepclothes.jpg" alt="sleeping in your clothes" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee being poured" class="left"> <</nobr>>You must have been extremely tired yesterday because you woke up this morning on your bed, on top of the covers, with all your clothes on. You slide out of bed with a yawn and stretch for a minute or two. You wander out of the bedroom and get a closer look at your new home. It came fully furnished. There's even a coffee maker...but sadly, no coffee. You didn't think to pick up any groceries, but maybe you can do that today. Today is Sunday. You teach morning classes Monday through Friday and have counseling hours with students in the afternoon. On evenings and weekends, you will have a number of things you can do depending on your relationship status with other characters. You should also consider making a lesson plan for your class tomorrow. It will be the first class so you're pretty sure you can just wing it, but winging it with a little preparation couldn't hurt. You don't really know your way around town, but it's a very small town so you could probably just walk around and see what you see. If you have anyone's number, you could try texting or calling someone FROM THE CONTACTS BUTTON ON THE SIDEBAR MENU. You sit there at your kitchen table, imagining pouring yourself a hot cup of coffee, and think about what you're going to do first this morning, after a nice shower, of course. <<link "Catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store" "sunday 1-1a">><</link>> <<link "Make your lesson plan for tomorrow" "sunday 1-1b">><</link>> <<link "Explore the town on foot" "sunday 1-1c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday11a is 1 and $sunday11b is 0 and $sunday11c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/doorhandle.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left"> <</nobr>>You arrive back at your apartment. You're wondering what you should do next. <<link "Make your lesson plan for tomorrow" "sunday 1-1b">><</link>> <<link "Explore the town on foot" "sunday 1-1c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday11b is 1 and $sunday11a is 0 and $sunday11c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left"> <</nobr>>With your lesson plan done, you're just lounging around wondering what you should do next. <<link "Catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store" "sunday 1-1a">><</link>> <<link "Explore the town on foot" "sunday 1-1c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday11c is 1 and $sunday11a is 0 and $sunday11b is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/doorhandle.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left"> <</nobr>>You arrive back at your apartment. You're wondering what you should do next. <<link "Catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store" "sunday 1-1a">><</link>> <<link "Make your lesson plan for tomorrow" "sunday 1-1b">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday11a is 1 and $sunday11b is 1 and $sunday11c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left"> <</nobr>>With your lesson plan done, you're just lounging around wondering what you should do next. <<link "Explore the town on foot" "sunday 1-1c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday11a is 1 and $sunday11c is 1 and $sunday11b is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/doorhandle.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left"> <</nobr>>You arrive back at your apartment. You're wondering what you should do next. <<link "Make your lesson plan for tomorrow" "sunday 1-1b">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday11c is 1 and $sunday11b is 1 and $sunday11a is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/doorhandle.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left"> <</nobr>>You arrive back at your apartment. You're wondering what you should do next. <<link "Catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store" "sunday 1-1a">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday11a is 1 and $sunday11b is 1 and $sunday11c is 1>> <<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left"> <</nobr>>Text or call someone. Or <<link "get on with your day" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet5.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/headmaster.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster office" class="left"> <</nobr>>From some prior internet research, you've found that Barbara Whitman, until very recently, was the Vice Chancellor of a prestigious, private, East Coast university. About four months ago, she suddenly resigned for, "personal reasons," as it was explained in university's press release on the subject. You know what that means - scandal. Since her resignation seemed to coincide with her divorce, you conclude that she had an affair, probably with a subordinate professor. Since she mentioned how you remind her of her son and how she misses him, you conclude that the divorce has seen them estranged. Furthermore, The Harrington Institute did not change the signs in the hallway to say Head Mistress instead of Head Master. From this, you can conclude that it was a man who held this position before her, and that the Board of Regents, to whom she reports, are not sure if they are gonna keep her around, long-term. In short, <<nobr>><<link "''//she fucked up her professional and family life, and now she's on thin ice, and she's all alone.//''">><<set $barbie.note3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You're thinking this all over in your head as she continues talking on and on. You're pretty sure you have her figured out, what are you going to do with all this information? <<link "Interrupt her and put her in her place" "intro 23c">><</link>> <<link "Wait for an opportunity to speak, then try to bond with her over your shared isolation" "intro 23d">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet3.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster's office" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet4.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Please stop talking.">> You say, but she doesn't seem to hear you. She just continues droaning on and on like you're not even there. You speak again, but a little louder and more deliberately, <<you "PLEASE STOP TALKING.">> This gets her attention and she (finally) stops talking. She looks a little confused. You reckon it's not often that anyone challenges her like this. You continue, <<you "My fucking god! We really need clarify some shit here Babs.">> She continues to look increasingly confused, now mixed with offended. <<barbie "Watch your language, Mr. $you.fakelastName, and don't call me-">> You interrupt, <<you "Listen, Babs...I'm going to call you whatever the fuck I want to call you, are we clear?">> You say it calmly and directly. Meanwhile she is getting ever angrier. She raises her voice and barks at you, <<barbie "How dare you disrespect me like that?! You're only here because I say so. I'm the one in charge here and, if you want to keep this job, you damn well better respect my authority!">> You really love moments like these...the moment before you destroy a person's will with a single speech. Good times. Here goes! <<you "What authority, Babs? Let's be honest, you are on way thinner ice than I am.">> She looks like she's about to respond, but you cut her off, <<you "And before you say whatever dumb, blustery shit you're about say, let's really unpack your situation. Until a few months ago, you were a highly respected Vice Chancellor at a prestigious university, but you destroyed that when you fucked one of your underlings. Then when your husband found out, he left your cheating ass and your son told you to fuck off too.">> She's utterly speechless now, her anger quickly changed to shock at how much you know about her. You continue, <<you "After the university fired you, the only job you could get was Head Mistress at some no-name reform school on an island where everything smells like fish. And the Board of Regents, your bosses, don't really expect you'll be staying long. In fact, they're looking for pretty much any excuse to fire you. In short, one fuck up, and you're done.">> Now she's gone from shocked to scared. Her confidence has crumbled and she shrinks into her chair, refusing to make eye contact with you. <<link "You continue," "intro 24c">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet6.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet7.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster office" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet2.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster office" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "So your son lives with Mr. Whitman then?">> Your question cuts through her droaning and jolts her back to attention. She gives you the "how did you know" look. You've pulled enough cons to know this one pretty well. She recomposes herself, <<barbie "Yes, he does. His father and I are divorced, well...divorcing. We're separated, technically...How did you know that, and how did you know about my son?">> You smile at her. <<you "Oh, just a hunch,">> you say. If there's a list of professions for which knowledge of psychology is important, con man is probably second on that list...maybe third. You may not actually have any degrees in psychology, but you are a damn good con man, and you can do a really good psychologist act. <<you "So how does it make you feel that your son chose his father over you?">> She responds less defensively than you thought she would, probably because you played along with her little "spilled drink and look at my ass" game from earlier, and because you've listened patiently while she's talked nonstop about herself for the last ten minutes. <<barbie "I don't think he CHOSE him... I think there was a lot of pressure...and...and...since his father lives closer to his college, it made sense to...">> her voice trails off and she stares off blankly until emotion overcomes her and she looks down to hide her tears. <<you "Perhaps it isn't my place to ask these questions, Barbie, but I am a psychologist and a counselor, after all. I know how hard it can be when you feel like everything you've worked for is coming apart at the seams. You look back at the choices you made to get where you are, and the guilt...it eats away at you. It helps to talk about it. It really does, and anything you say will stay between you and me,">> (you lie...maybe...I don't know, we'll see I guess). She looks up and smiles at you, warmly. <<link "CONTINUE" "intro 24d">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet10.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>She sits there trying not to cry anymore. <<barbie "He cheated first,">> she says, <<barbie "with our neighbor.">> You remain silent and she continues. <<barbie "And I was supposed to be furious, right? Slash his tires and burn his shit on the lawn, right? But I wasn't. I just felt like...like... HOW could I not be good enough for HIM?">> She looks down and fidgets with a pen on her desk. <<barbie "I used to be so beautiful...">>she says, to no one in particular. You wait a few moments before you speak, <<you "So when you cheated, it wasn't about getting back at him, it was about proving to yourself that you were still desirable.">> <<barbie "YES! Finally someone understands! If I wanted to get back at him I'd sleep with someone he hates like his boss or his cousin Tim! But I didn't, I slept with a 26 year old associate professor. I needed to know that I could still attract a young guy.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//She boned a younger guy? Interesting.//''">><<set $barbie.note5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You smile and let her continue as <<linkreplace "you picture her fucking a younger professor.">>you picture her fucking a younger professor. <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/barbie/barbieintro.mp4" width="1600" height="900" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet11.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <<barbie "But then the secret got out and I had to resign. And when my husband found out, he left... and my son... CHOSE to go with him.">> This is probably the first time she's admitted this even to herself. You hope it's a relief for her; it is for most people. You think you know enough to finish off this story. <<you "So now you're forced to take job that you're really fucking overqualified for...">> <<barbie "Yes.">> <<you "On an island in the middle of fucking nowhere.">> <<barbie "Yes!">> <<you "And you don't fucking know anyone and everything smells like fish.">> <<barbie "YES!">> <<you "Well, I guess you and I are sharing this particular shit sandwich then, aren't we?">> She bursts out laughing. You imagine it's the first time she's laughed like this in a very long time. <<set $barbie.intro=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<barbieloveGain 1>> <<barbieloyaltyGain 1>> [[CONTINUE|intro 25d]]<</linkreplace>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet10.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/barbiecar.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/apartmentext.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>As her laughter dies down, Barbie takes a moment to collect herself. She takes in a deep breath and then lets it out. You smile at her. Even in this short amount of time, the two of you have become much closer than you would have expected. She's the first to speak. <<barbie "So, we have your apartment all ready for you to move in, if you're ready to do that.">> You remember now that a furnished apartment was part of your compensation in your contract. You reply, <<you "Certainly. Give me the keys and I'm ready anytime. Do you think the campus shuttle bus will be able to take me there?">> <<barbie "Nonsense,">> she says with a smile, <<barbie "My car is right outside, I'd be happy to drive you over there and make sure you get all settled in.">> <<you "I'd hate to be a bother...">> <<barbie "No bother at all. Besides, a good Head Mistress needs to take good care of her valued employees.">> Given her history, you wonder what she means by "take good care," but you put that thought out of your mind and reply, <<you "In that case, lead the way!">> The two of you head out to the parking lot and get into her car. It's a newer-model, silver, luxury sedan. She starts the engine, and before you know it, you're cruising down the road as the sun sets behind you. After the intensity of the conversation you just had, you're both happy to pass the ride in silence and enjoy the scenery. After a short drive, you arrive at the apartment building. It's a small, multi-unit low-rise. It's nothing too fancy, but it's luxury compared to the shitty motels that have been your home for the past few weeks. You both get out and she walks you to your door. She hands you the keys and says, <<barbie "I think you should take my number, seeing as you're new and unfamiliar with the island.">> You agree and put her info into your phone. Before she leaves, she pulls you in for an unexpected, but pleasant hug and says, <<barbie "Call me if you need anything.">> There's certainly something going on between the two of you, but after your long trip to get here, you're too exhausted to think about it. You enter your apartment, find the bedroom, and within minutes, you are sound asleep. <<set $barbie.contact = true>><span class="alida">**Barbie's number has been added to your contacts**</span> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg office>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet7.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet4.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster's office" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Now let's consider my situation for a moment. I am so overqualified for this job, it's almost laughable. You hired me without even meeting me for fuck's sake.">> Here, you decide to take a risky guess at something that you're not sure of, <<you "So I'm guessing that whoever was in this position before me decided to quit because you came in suddenly and started bossing them around and telling them how to run their department, right?">> She doesn't answer. Looks like you guessed right. <<you "Then you realized that if you had to start your first year as Head Mistress, without a Director of Psychological Counseling for all of these troubled girls, the Regents would sack you. Shit, you must have been thanking your lucky stars when someone as accomplished as me accepted the job.">> You pause, for effect, and then continue, <<you "But now you have the tiger by the tail, and that's a big problem for you. You can't fire me, because you need me more than I need you. Firing me would put the final nail in your career coffin. Your reputation would be complete dog shit and you'd never recover. You'd never have a chance to reconcile with your family, and you'd just be alone for the rest of your miserable life.">> Damn, that was really harsh...Good! Fuck this bitch! Better to get all of this straight now rather than later. She needs to know her place. There are tears welling up in her eyes now. She's checked out of this conversation. The guilt and self hate have her now. You prepare the final blow. <<you "So here's what I want you to say: 'Thank you, Mr. $you.fakelastName. I know I can't do this without you. You are in charge here.'">> Her expression shows a glimmer of resistance, you quickly snuff it out. <<you "SAY IT.">> you bark, louder and more forcefully. She startles a little at your words, then says, <<barbie "Thank you, Mr. $you.fakelastName. I know I can't do this without you. You are in charge here.">> <<you "Now that we have that cleared up, I believe you have the keys for my new apartment, right?">> <<barbie "Yes,">> she replies, dejectedly, as she reaches into her desk for the key. <<you "Yes, what?">> She can't believe you're making her say it, but she complies anyway. <<barbie "Yes, sir.">> <<you "Good girl, Babs. Good girl.">> You take the key from her and start to leave before turning back to her, <<you "And from now on, I really think you should dress a little sexier, you know, let yourself go a little. I'm sure everyone around here would appreciate it.">> <<barbie "Yes sir.">> You smile and walk out of her office. As you leave she breaks out into tears. You revel in the <<nobr>><<link "''//sounds of her sobbing//''">><<set $barbie.note4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> echoing off the empty hallway walls. This is going to be a fun job, you think to yourself. With your work here done, you catch the shuttle bus to your new apartment. <<set $barbie.intro=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<barbiecorruptionGain 1>> <<barbieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet2.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet5.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "You don't want me to call you mommy do you, cause my last job, well, let's just say it got a little weird...">> She doesn't laugh at your joke, but, surprisingly, she's not uncomfortable with it either. She gives you a warm smile and says, <<barbie "No $you.fakefirstName, you don't have to call me mommy...unless you're into that sort of thing.">> Now you're unsure if she's joking or not, but you laugh as if she was. After a few moments, she begins to laugh as well. <<you "Sorry for my weird sense of humor,">> you say. <<barbie "No need to apologize. I thought it was pretty funny. But you should know that I wasn't joking about that home cooked meal,">> she replies. <<you "Oh I hope not, I was already looking forward to it!">> you tell her. There's a short pause and Barbie looks like she's trying to find the right words. She starts speaking, hesitantly. <<barbie "Well, this may be too forward, but would you like to join me for that meal tonight, perhaps? Feel free to say no, but I'm just a little tired of eating alone...and I'm sure you could use some company as well. What do you say?">> You really would like to join her, since you're new to the island and all, but you're also very tired. You reply, <<you "Barbie, thank you for inviting me, really. I would certainly like to take you up on that offer, but I've been on the road non-stop for the last week, and all I can think about now is a nice comfy bed. If I joined you for dinner, I'd probably pass out face first into the appetizer.">> She chuckles and says, <<barbie "Of course, I understand. We'll do it sometime soon though, ok?">> You give her a thumbs up and nod. She continues, <<barbie "So as you know your contract included a furnished apartment.">> She pulls out a key and hands it to you. <<barbie "The address is 6400 Winston Drive. It's unit number 6. The campus shuttle bus goes right by there so you should be all set.">> You get up and you both say your thanks and goodbyes. As you leave her office, you notice the jarring quietness of the empty building. You think about what Barbie said about <<nobr>><<link "''//always eating alone. Shes seems very lonely,//''">><<set $barbie.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> and you make a mental note to get to know her better. For now though: shuttle bus, apartment, and sleep, glorious sleep. <<set $barbie.intro=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<if $contacts is 1>> <<if $alida.contact is true>><span class="barbie">Alida (Cute)</span> <<button "Call" "alidacalls">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> | <<button "Text" "alidatexts">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $barbie.contact is true>><span class="barbie">Barbie</span> <<button "Call" "barbiecalls">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> | <<button "Text" "barbietexts">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $brianna.contact is true>><span class="barbie">Brianna</span> <<button "Call" "briannacalls">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> | <<button "Text" "briannatexts">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $gloria.contact is true>><span class="barbie">Gloria</span> <<button "Call" "gloriacalls">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> | <<button "Text" "gloriatexts">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $annie.contact is true>><span class="barbie">Annie</span> <<button "Call" "anniecalls">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> | <<button "Text" "annietexts">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $katie.contact is true>><span class="barbie">Katie</span> <<button "Call" "katiecalls">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> | <<button "Text" "katietexts">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $maria.contact is true>><span class="barbie">Maria</span> <<button "Call" "mariacalls">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> | <<button "Text" "mariatexts">><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</button>> <<else>> <</if>> <<elseif $contacts is 0>>You can't use your phone right now. Wait until the end of the current scene. <<elseif $contacts is 2>>You're already using your phone. Hang up and try again. <<elseif $contacts is 3>>It's very late and you're too tired to use the phone now. <<elseif $contacts is 4>>You're already running late. You don't have time to contact anyone now. <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>> <img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $day is 11 and $alida.call11 is 0 and $alida.text11 is 0>>The phone rings several times, then you hear someone pick up. <<alida "Huh...?">> she grunts. <<you "Oh shit, sorry. Did I wake you up?">> <<alida "Tooooo.....tooooo.....early-">> She hung up. Nice one. <<set $alida.call11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $alida.call11 is 1>>You just called her and woke her up. Don't do it again bruh. <<set $alida.call11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $alida.text11 is 1>>She's probably asleep. You shouldn't wake her up. <<set $alida.call11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 0 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 0>>The phone rings several times, then you hear someone pick up. They are yelling above a lot of noise in the background. <<alida "HELLO?! WHO'S THIS?!">> <<you "It's $you.fakefirstName. From the ferry terminal yesterday. Remember?">> <<alida "WHAT?! I'M DRIVING! I CAN'T REALLY HEAR YOU!">> <<you "I SAID IT'S <<print $you.fakefirstName.toUpperCase()>>!">> <<alida "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! CALL ME BACK LATER!">> She hangs up. <<set $alida.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.second isnot 8 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 0>>The phone rings twice then someone picks up. <<alida "Hey you! You still thinking about me?">> <<you "Just wanted to say thanks for the joint.">> <<alida "Sure. For the joint.">> She laughs and hangs up <<set $alida.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.second is 8 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 0>>The phone rings twice then someone picks up. <<alida "Hello?">> <<you "Hi. It's $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> <<alida "Heeeyyy!!! Sex Teacher! What's up?">> <<you "While I'm glad you're not calling me Captain Creepy anymore, I don't think Sex Teacher is a great replacement.">> <<alida "Awww...OK. What if I promise to only call you that in private?">> <<you "I guess I'd be OK with that.">> <<alida "Good. I'm looking forward to a private lesson in the future.">> She laughs and hangs up. <<set $alida.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $alida.call12 is 1>>You just called her. Don't call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $alida.text12 is 1>>You just texted her. Don't call her too. That's kinda creepy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 1 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0 and $alida.second isnot 8>> The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<alida "You just can't get enough of me, can you?">> <<you "Well...can you blame me?">> <<alida "No, I guess I am pretty irresistible.">> <<you "I can't stop thinking about what we did!">> <<alida "Good. I want to make sure you're thinking of me when you're jerking off tonight.">> <<you "I'm actually more of a morning guy.">> <<alida "As long as you're thinking about me!">> She giggles and hangs up. <<set $alida.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.call12 is 1 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0 and $alida.second isnot 8>> The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<alida "You just can't get enough of me, can you?">> <<you "Well...can you blame me?">> <<alida "No, I guess I am pretty irresistible.">> <<you "I can't stop thinking about what we did!">> <<alida "Good. I want to make sure you're thinking of me when you're jerking off tonight.">> <<you "I'm actually more of a morning guy.">> <<alida "As long as you're thinking about me!">> She giggles and hangs up. <<set $alida.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0 and $alida.second isnot 8>> The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<alida "You just can't get enough of me, can you?">> <<you "Well...can you blame me?">> <<alida "No, I guess I am pretty irresistible.">> <<you "I can't stop thinking about what we did!">> <<alida "Good. I want to make sure you're thinking of me when you're jerking off tonight.">> <<you "I'm actually more of a morning guy.">> <<alida "As long as you're thinking about me!">> She giggles and hangs up. <<set $alida.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0 and $alida.second is 8>>The phone rings twice then someone picks up. <<alida "Hello?">> <<you "Hi. It's $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> <<alida "Heeeyyy!!! Sex Teacher! What's up?">> <<you "While I'm glad you're not calling me Captain Creepy anymore, I don't think Sex Teacher is a great replacement.">> <<alida "Awww...OK. What if I promise to only call you that in private?">> <<you "I guess I'd be OK with that.">> <<alida "Good. I'm looking forward to a private lesson in the future.">> She laughs and hangs up. <<set $alida.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.call12 is 1 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0 and $alida.second is 8>>The phone rings several times then someone picks up. <<alida "Hey Sex Teacher! You missed me?">> You laugh. <<you "Something like that. Listen, what did you mean about private lessons?">> She laughs. <<alida "I think you can figure that out on your own!">> She hangs up. <<set $alida.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 1 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0 and $alida.second is 8>>The phone rings several times then someone picks up. <<alida "Hey Sex Teacher! You missed me?">> You laugh. <<you "Something like that. Listen, what did you mean about private lessons?">> She laughs. <<alida "I think you can figure that out on your own!">> She hangs up. <<set $alida.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $alida.call13 is 1>>You just called her. Don't call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $alida.text13 is 1>>You just texted her. Don't call her too. That's kinda creepy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $alida.call21 is 0 and $alida.text21 is 0 and $alida.blow is 0>>The phone rings several times then someone picks up. <<alida "Hey sex teacher! How was your first class?">> <<you "Hey, Alida. It went pretty well, I think.">> <<alida "They didn't eat you alive?">> <<you "Nah. They were actually pretty good once we got the discussion going.">> <<alida "Well...enjoy it while it lasts.">> <<you "Ha Ha...wait...what does that mean?">> <<you "Hello?">> She hung up<<set $alida.call21=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $alida.call21 is 0 and $alida.text21 is 0 and $alida.blow is 1>>The phone rings twice then someone picks up. <<alida "Hey hot stuff! You miss me?">> <<you "I've been thinking about you.">> <<alida "You've been thinking about my mouth!">> <<you "It's a very talented mouth!">> She giggles. <<alida "If you think my mouth is talented, just wait until you get in my pussy!">> <<you "JESUS GIRL! You tryna get pregnant or something?">> <<set $alida.call21=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $alida.call21 is 1>>You just called her. don't call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $alida.text21 is 1>>You just texted her, now you're gonna call her? Be cool dude. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $alida.call41 is 0 and $alida.text41 is 0>>The phone rings twice then someone picks up. <<alida "HELLO?!">> <<you "HEY IT'S ME!">> <<alida "HEY SEX TEACHER!! YOU GOTTA SPEAK UP! I'M DRIVING!">> <<you "JUST WANTED TO SEE HOW YOU WERE-">> <<alida "OH FUCK! I THINK I'M GETTING PULLED OVER. GOTTA GO!">> <<you "BYE!">> <<set $alida.call41=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $alida.call41 is 1>>You just called her. don't call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $alida.text41 is 1>>You just texted her, now you're gonna call her? Be cool dude. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

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<<nobr>> <<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>> <img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $day is 11 and $barbie.text11 is 0 and $barbie.call11 is 0 and $sunday11a is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<barbie "Hello?">> <<you "Hi Barbie.">> <<barbie "Oh hello $you.fakefirstName. What's going on? Is something wrong?">> <<you "No nothing big. I was just wondering if the bus would take me past a grocery store somewhere along the route. Do you know?">> <<barbie "Oh sure, the bus goes through the center of town. Pretty much everything you need is there. I'm actually at the store now.">> <<you "Well, I'll be headed there soon cause I have a coffee maker and no coffee.">> <<barbie "Oh you poor thing. Well, just get off the bus in front of the General Store. It's yellow, can't miss it!">> <<you "Ok. Thanks Barbie.">> <<barbie "You're welcome! Maybe I'll run into you here.">> <<you "Hope so!">> Maybe you should go to the store? <<set $barbie.call11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 0 and $barbie.call11 is 0 and $barbie.text11 is 1>>The phone rings twice and someone picks up. <<barbie "Hey $you.fakefirstName. Did you need something else?">> <<you "Ummm...no. I don't actually know why I called you. Never mind.">> <<barbie "Sweetie, you really need to go and get some coffee.">> <<you "I'm workin' on it, Barbie. See ya.">> <<barbie "Bye Bye, $you.fakefirstName.">> <<set $barbie.call11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $barbie.call11 is 1>>Dude, leave her alone. Don't be clingy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 1 and $barbie.text11 is 1>>You just texted her, now you're gonna call her. Don't be desperate, it's gross. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 1 and $barbie.call11 is 0 and $barbie.text11 is 0>>The phone rings a few times and someone picks up. <<barbie "Couldn't get enough, huh $you.fakefirstName?">> <<you "If only you could see the size of the smile on my face right now!">> <<barbie "Well I'm glad I could make you happy!">> <<you "Me too!">> <<set $barbie.call11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 1 and $barbie.call11 is 1>>Dude, leave her alone. Don't be clingy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $barbie.call12 is 0 and $barbie.text12 is 0>> The phone rings and rings, then you get her voicemail and her mailbox is full. She probably doesn't check it; nobody does these days. <<set $barbie.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $barbie.call12 is 1>>She didn't pick up the last time. She's probably not going to pick up this time either. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $barbie.text12 is 1>>You just texted her. Don't call her too. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $barbie.call13 is 0 and $barbie.text13 is 0>> The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<barbie "Hi $you.fakefirstName! What's up?">> <<you "This might be a silly question, but do you know where my office and classroom are on campus?">> <<barbie "Did I forget to tell you?">> <<you "Yeah, but I forgot to ask so it's my fault too. I was on campus looking around and couldn't find it.">> <<barbie "Well it's in the Psychology Building.">> <<you "Ahhhh...that makes a lot of sense.">> <<barbie "Glad I could help!">> <<set $barbie.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $barbie.call13 is 1>>You just called her. You probably shouldn't call her again. What would you say? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $barbie.text13 is 1>>You just texted her. What more could you possibly have to say? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $barbie.call21 is 0 and $barbie.text21 is 0>>The phone rings several times then someone picks up. <<barbie "Hey sweetie! I was hoping you'd call me. Listen, you know I have to be professional around you, now that school is in session.">> <<you "I know. That's what I figured.">> <<barbie "Good. I didn't want you to think I was freezing you out or something.">> <<you "Don't worry about it. We're all good.">> <<barbie "Good, cause I've got plans for you, sweetie.">> <<you "That sounds...">> <<barbie "Hot?">> <<you "I was gonna say ominous.">> <<barbie "Don't worry baby, Mama's gonna take good care of you!">> <<set $barbie.call21=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $barbie.call21 is 1>>Don't call her again! You just called her. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $barbie.text21 is 1>>Don't call her! You just texted her. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $barbie.call41 is 0 and $barbie.text41 is 0>>The phone rings several times then someone picks up. <<barbie "Hey $you.fakefirstName!">> <<you "Hey Boss!">> <<barbie "How's everything going so far?">> <<you "Well... they haven't killed me yet.">> <<barbie "Oh don't be so dramatic. They're only teenage girls.">> <<you "I know. That's why they're so scary.">> <<barbie "Ha! Well I'm sure you'll do mama proud!">> <<you "See ya later, sexy mama!">> <<set $barbie.call41=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $barbie.call41 is 1>>Don't call her again! You just called her. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $barbie.text41 is 1>>Don't call her! You just texted her. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 11 and $alida.call11 is 0 and $alida.text11 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Alida it's $you.fakefirstName. Thanks again for the ride yesterday. Wanna go get some coffee? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> ... </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text11=1>> <</nobr>> Yeah she's probably not awake. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $alida.text11 is 1>>Dude, you just texted her. Don't be that guy. <<set $alida.text11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $alida.call11 is 1>>You just woke her up and now you're gonna text her? Don't be that guy. <<set $alida.text11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 0 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.text11 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Alida it's $you.fakefirstName. Thanks again for the ride yesterday. Wanna go get some coffee? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> ... </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text12=1>> <</nobr>> She's not answering. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 0 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.text11 is 1>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Alida it's $you.fakefirstName again. What are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> ... </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text12=1>> <</nobr>> She's not answering. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.second isnot 8 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.call12 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Thanks again for the joint </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Just the joint? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hehe other stuff too </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.second is 8 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.call12 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey its $you.fakefirstName </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey sex teacher! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> You really gonna keep calling me that? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> It's better than captain creepy, but still not ideal </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> How about I only call you that in private? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> OK </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I'm fine with that. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Good cause I'm gonna need some private lessons I think </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> OK </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> WAIT WHAT?! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.call12 is 1>>Stop bugging her, dude. Be cooler than that. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.text12 is 1>>Stop bugging her, dude. Be cooler than that. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 0 and $alida.call12 is 1>>Stop bugging her, dude. Be cooler than that. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $sunday12c is 0 and $alida.text12 is 1>>You just texted her. Don't be clingy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.second isnot 8 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> How did you do that thing with your tongue? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Which one? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Good point </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.second is 8 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey its $you.fakefirstName </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey sex teacher! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> You really gonna keep calling me that? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> It's better than captain creepy, but still not ideal </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> How about I only call you that in private? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> OK </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I'm fine with that. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Good cause I'm gonna need some private lessons I think </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> OK </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> WAIT WHAT?! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.second is 8 and $alida.call12 is 1 and $alida.text12 is 0 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what did you mean about private lessons? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Haha if you cant figure that out youre not very good at your job </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Ummm...OK. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I think I know what you mean </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> LMAO </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Yeah </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I'm kinda dumb </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> But you're so cute so I forgive you </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Phew </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya later then </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $sunday12c is 1 and $alida.second is 8 and $alida.call12 is 0 and $alida.text12 is 1 and $alida.call13 is 0 and $alida.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what did you mean about private lessons? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Haha if you cant figure that out youre not very good at your job </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Ummm...OK. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I think I know what you mean </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> LMAO </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Yeah </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I'm kinda dumb </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> But you're cute so I forgive you </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Phew </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya later then </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $alida.call13 is 1>>You already called her, don't text her too. Act cool for once. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $alida.text13 is 1>>You just texted her. Stop being needy, bruh. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $alida.call21 is 0 and $alida.text21 is 0 and $alida.blow is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Alida </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey sex teacher. you ready to give me that private lesson? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> You know, I like you </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> But you make me nervous sometimes </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> I know. It's fucking adorable </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Come on </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> What am I, a puppy? </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text21=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $alida.call21 is 0 and $alida.text21 is 0 and $alida.blow is 1>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey cutie </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey baby! You have a naughty sex class today? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Ha Ha </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I think it went well </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Those girls could be trouble </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> You're trouble </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> With a capital T </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> <<link [img[images/alida/alidaupskirt.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alidapics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> TROUBLE </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text21=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $alida.call21 is 1>>Leave her alone, dude. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $alida.text21 is 1>>What more could you possibly have to say to her? <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $alida.call41 is 0 and $alida.text41 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey cutie </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> ... </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Lemme guess, you're driving. </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $alida.text41=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $alida.call41 is 1>>Leave her alone, dude. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $alida.text41 is 1>>What more could you possibly have to say to her? <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 11 and $barbie.call11 is 0 and $barbie.text11 is 0 and $sunday11a is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Barbie, it's $you.fakefirstName. I have a coffee machine and no coffee. Does the bus go by the store? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> HaHaHa! Oh poor baby! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> It does, but I'm at the store now you want me to get you some? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> No thats ok, im gonna go this morning. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Maybe ill see you there. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> I hope so! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $barbie.text11=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 1 and $barbie.call11 is 0 and $barbie.text11 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> That was pretty fun, huh? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Oh baby we're gonna have a lot of fun together I think! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> You miss mama's wet mouth on your cock yet? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> You're filthy I love it! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> I'm just getting started sweetie! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> You should probably delete this text </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Good call </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $barbie.text11=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 0 and $barbie.call11 is 1>>You're really gonna try to text her? Dude you just called her. Stop it. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 0 and $barbie.text11 is 1>>Really dude? You just texted her. Don't be weird. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 1 and $barbie.call11 is 1>>You're really gonna try to text her? Dude you just called her. Stop it. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 1 and $barbie.text11 is 1>>Really dude? You just texted her. Don't be weird. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $barbie.call12 is 0 and $barbie.text12 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Barbie, you don't happen to know where my office is on campus, do you? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> ... </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $barbie.text12=1>> <</nobr>> No response. Maybe she's busy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $barbie.call12 is 1>>You just called her. She's not picking up. Leave her alone for now. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $barbie.text12 is 1>>You just texted her. Stop being so clingy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $barbie.call13 is 0 and $barbie.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Barbie, you don't happen to know where my office is on campus, do you? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Its in the psychology building, why? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Ahhh the psychology building. That makes sense. Nevermind have a good night. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Sleep tight, sweetie </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $barbie.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $barbie.call13 is 1>>You just called her. Don't text her too. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $barbie.text13 is 1>>You just texted her. What else is there to say? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $barbie.call21 is 0 and $barbie.text21 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Barbie how's it going? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey sweetie </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> You miss me? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> I miss that dick! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> <<link [img[images/sunday1/dickpic.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("youpics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Baby you're making me so wet! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Don't forget to delete this ok? </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $barbie.text21=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $barbie.call21 is 1>>Leave her alone, dude. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $barbie.text21 is 1>>Leave her alone, dude. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $barbie.call41 is 0 and $barbie.text41 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Barbie </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey sweetie what's up? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Just wanted to know how sexy you look today </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> <<link [img[images/barbie/barbieselfie.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbiepics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> That is EXTREMELY SEXY! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Hehe! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Don't forget to delete this ok? </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $barbie.text41=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $barbie.call41 is 1>>Leave her alone, dude. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $barbie.text41 is 1>>Leave her alone, dude. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<if $barbie.intro is 1>><<nobr>><<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet4.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store. After all, you gotta eat. After a short ride you're dropped off on the main street in front of a small general store. You're not sure what you'll find in here, but you're guessing the selection will be pretty limited. Well, that's what you get for moving to a remote island town. You chuckle to yourself at that thought and head through the door. The man behind the counter is talking to a customer whose back is to you, but you'd recognize that bleach blonde pixie cut anywhere. It's gotta be Babs. In that moment, she turns around and your eyes meet. She stands there with a surprised look on her face. What do you do here? <<link "Try to piss her off even more" "sunday 1-1aa">><</link>> <<link "Try to make peace with her" "sunday 1-1ab">><</link>> <<elseif $barbie.intro is 2>> <<nobr>><<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet11.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store. After all, you gotta eat. After a short ride you're dropped off on the main street in front of a small general store. You're not sure what you'll find in here, but you're guessing the selection will be pretty limited. Well, that's what you get for moving to a remote island town. You chuckle to yourself at that thought and head through the door. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around to find yourself looking at a pair of beautiful big blue eyes (and a pair of beautiful big fake tits). It's Barbie, of course. She smiles at you and says, <<barbie "$you.fakefirstName! So good to see you. How are you finding our little town?">> <<you "So far, so good.">> You reply. She smiles. <<barbie "Well we couldn't ask for more than that, could we? Actually, I'm so glad I ran into a strong young man like yourself. Do you think you could help me carry my groceries to my house? It's just around the corner.">> <<link "You don't like being used, but you'll help her anyway" "sunday 1-1ac">><</link>> <<link "Of course you'd be happy to help her" "sunday 1-1ad">><</link>> <<elseif $barbie.intro is 3>> <<nobr>><<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1110.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store. After all, you gotta eat. After a short ride you're dropped off on the main street in front of a small general store. You're not sure what you'll find in here, but you're guessing the selection will be pretty limited. Well, that's what you get for moving to a remote island town. You chuckle to yourself at that thought and head through the door. You're just about to grab a basket and start shopping when you notice someone familiar farther down the aisle. Bleach blonde hair, big blue eyes, big fake tits. Yep, it's Babs. But she's not dressed how you would expect. Gone is the classy business-casual Babs from yesterday. Now she's dressed in an outfit an 18 year old girl would wear to a party. You figure that what you said to her yesterday, about being alone for the rest of her life, must have really gotten to her. Now she's trying to recapture that magic from her youth. It's honestly pretty sad and pathetic. But it was you who told her to dress sexier... What do you do? <<link "You take the opportunity to belittle and abuse her even more" "sunday 1-1ae">><</link>> <<link "You feel sorry for her so you try to make her feel better about herself" "sunday 1-1af">><</link>> <<elseif $barbie.intro is 4>> <<nobr>><<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1121.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store. After all, you gotta eat. After a short ride you're dropped off on the main street in front of a small general store. You're not sure what you'll find in here, but you're guessing the selection will be pretty limited. Well, that's what you get for moving to a remote island town. You chuckle to yourself at that thought and head through the door. You take a moment to look around the store. You were right about the selection, there's not a lot here. But there is enough that you can find what you need. There's even a fairly large produce section, which is a pleasant surprise. You're perusing the fruit section when you hear a familiar, friendly voice say, <<barbie "Hey there, $you.fakefirstName. See anything you like?">> You look over and see Barbie farther down the fruit aisle, munching on a tangerine. She's no longer in her stuffy business clothes from yesterday; instead, she's wearing a sexy, off-the-shoulder number and a tight, short, denim skirt. You felt that you two had a good connection yesterday. How do you want to play this? <<link "Be more sexually aggressive and see if she's into it" "sunday 1-1ag">><</link>> <<link "Continue to charm her and further your bond" "sunday 1-1ah">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>><<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/lessonplan1.jpg" alt="a person working at a computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>You spend the morning planning out your lesson for tomorrows class. Even though you're very good at thinking and reacting on your feet, preparing the lesson makes you feel more confident. <<confidenceGain 1>> It's a small discussion class so you'll have everyone introduce themselves. After that though, you have a few options. You could: <<link "Force everyone to stand up in front of the class and talk about their sexual history" "sunday 1-1ba">><<set $lesson1=1>><</link>> <<link "Ask everyone what they want to get out of the class" "sunday 1-1ba">><<set $lesson1=2>><</link>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>><<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday111.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You figure you should explore the town a little bit. Since it's such a small town, (and since you don't have a car) you decide to just go for a walk and see what you see. You head out your door and start to head back towards the campus. After all, it's really the only landmark you know so far, other than the docks and the ferry terminal, but that place smells like fish so it's best avoided. After a short walk, you find yourself near the edge of the campus grounds. You wander through the empty campus, just soaking in the warm sun and the cool breeze. It's very relaxing, and after what you've been through over the last few weeks, relaxing is exactly what you need. You find a nice, open, green plaza between some of the campus buildings and decide to have a sit down on the soft grass. After a moment, you notice you are not alone. Across the way, in the shade of a few trees, you see a beautiful, athletic, dark-skinned woman doing yoga. She doesn't notice you at first, she's too focused on her form. You can't seem to take your eyes off of her, she's mezmerizing. She has long black hair done up in dreadlocks. Her skimpy, black and teal yoga outfit is so tight, it's almost like she's wearing nothing at all. She's bent over facing away from you, giving you a prime view of her perfect, athletic ass. As you continue to admire her body, she stands up and looks over her shoulder at you. Maybe she did notice you after all. The two of you make eye contact, briefly, then she goes back to her yoga. Every few minutes, she looks over in your direction. Her expression seems to be a little flirty, you think, although you're far enough away that you may be misinterpreting. You're not sure if she's checking you out, or just checking to make sure of where you are. What should you do next? <<set $brianna.met = true>> <<link "Wave to her the next time she looks at you" "sunday 1-1cd">><</link>> <<link "Invade her personal space and start doing yoga with her" "sunday 1-1ca">><</link>> <<link "Walk over and ask if you can join her" "sunday 1-1cb">><</link>> <<link "Take some creepshots of her with your phone" "sunday 1-1cc">><</link>>

<<set $contacts=1>><<set $day=12>><<if $sunday12a is 0 and $sunday12b is 0 and $sunday12c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/parkingworker.jpg" alt="workers paving a parking lot" class="left"> <</nobr>>You've finished up all of your morning exploring, errands, and tasks. You're trying to enjoy some peaceful relaxation time at home in your new apartment, but there is a crew of workers doing some kind of mantainence on the parking lot. It's extrememly loud, and the paper thin walls of your apartment building do little to muffle the noise. Since you need to get settled into your new office before tomorrow, you decide that this would be a great time to head to campus and check out your new digs. You catch the shuttle bus in front of your building and after a few minutes ride, you arrive on campus. <<link "Go to the Science and Mathematics Building" "sunday 1-2a">><</link>> <<link "Go to the Language and Social Science Building" "sunday 1-2b">><</link>> <<link "Just wander around a little" "sunday 1-2c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday12a is 1 and $sunday12b is 0 and $sunday12c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left"> <</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next? <<link "Go to the Language and Social Science Building" "sunday 1-2b">><</link>> <<link "Just wander around a little" "sunday 1-2c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday12a is 0 and $sunday12b is 1 and $sunday12c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left"> <</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next? <<link "Go to the Science and Mathematics Building" "sunday 1-2a">><</link>> <<link "Just wander around a little" "sunday 1-2c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday12a is 0 and $sunday12b is 0 and $sunday12c is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left"> <</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next? <<link "Go to the Science and Mathematics Building" "sunday 1-2a">><</link>> <<link "Go to the Language and Social Science Building" "sunday 1-2b">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday12a is 1 and $sunday12b is 0 and $sunday12c is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left"> <</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next? <<link "Go to the Language and Social Science Building" "sunday 1-2b">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday12a is 0 and $sunday12b is 1 and $sunday12c is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left"> <</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next? <<link "Go to the Science and Mathematics Building" "sunday 1-2a">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday12a is 1 and $sunday12b is 1 and $sunday12c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left"> <</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next? <<link "Just wander around a little" "sunday 1-2c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday12a is 1 and $sunday12b is 1 and $sunday12c is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left"> <</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next? Text or call someone, or <<link "get on with your day." "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday121.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You head to the Science and Mathematics building, which you assume houses your office. Actually, you neglected to ask where exactly your office would be, so you will probably need to do a little exploring to find it. That's okay though, you figure, since you planned to explore the campus sooner or later anyway. The building seems pretty empty, but as you head down one of the hallways, you hear someone yelling angrily in one of the classrooms and head over there to see what's going on. You look into the classroom and see a beautiful older brunette woman struggling with the thermostat on the wall. She's wearing a tight, black business skirt and a stylish, white blouse. She looks sexy, classy, professional, but also a little slutty. If you had to describe her in one sentence, it would be: "She looks like the hot trophy wife of a New Jersey mobster." As you get closer to the doorway, you feel a wave of hot air eminating from the room. It's a comfortable temperature in the hallway and the rest of the building, but this room seems to be several degrees hotter. You guess that there is something wrong with the climate control. The woman is clearly getting very frustrated with the situation. What do you do next? <<set $gloria.met = true>> <<link "Laugh at her unfortunate situation" "sunday 1-2aa">><</link>> <<link "Ask her what's wrong" "sunday 1-2ad">><</link>> <<link "Offer to help her" "sunday 1-2ab">><</link>> <<link "Complain that she's being too loud" "sunday 1-2ac">><</link>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday121.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You head to the Language and Social Science Building. Maybe there you will find your office. You neglected to ask where exactly your office would be, so you will probably need to do a little exploring to find it. That's okay though, you figure, since you planned to explore the campus sooner or later anyway. The building seems empty and quiet. That makes sense, since the school term doesn't start until tomorrow, although you kinda expected to run into someone, maybe another teacher. You're standing in the hallway wondering where to go next when you hear a door open and close farther behind you down the hallway. You turn to look and just manage to catch a woman leaving the restroom and going into a classroom across the hall. She closes the classroom door behind her. You don't think she noticed you. If you're ever going to find your office, or your classroom for that matter, you're probably going to need someone's help. Since this woman seems to be the only other person in the building right now, she's probably the one to ask. You head down the hall towards her classroom. What do you do next? <<set $annie.met = true>> <<link "Knock on the door and wait for her to invite you in" "sunday 1-2bd">><</link>> <<link "Enter her classroom and introduce yourself" "sunday 1-2bb">><</link>> <<link "Sneak into her classroom and try to scare her as a prank" "sunday 1-2bc">><</link>> <<link "Enter her classroom and aggressively hit on her" "sunday 1-2ba">><</link>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<if $alida.intro==1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/alidacar2.jpg" alt="black sports car" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday121.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"><img src="images/alida/alidasunday122.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>Since you still don't know where your office is, you decide to wander around the campus in hopes that you can find someone who can direct you. You've been walking for about 10 minutes when you hear the sound of a tuned engine coming up the street behind you. You turn to look and see a sporty, black, two-seater zip by you and pull into a parking space ahead. The door opens and you recognize a familiar person getting out of the car. It's Alida. She smiles and walks towards you. <<alida "I thought that was you!">> she says. <<alida "So, Mr. Mysterious...just out for a stroll?">> She smiles and waits for your reply. You smile back. <<you "Just getting acclimated to island life, I guess.">> you say. <<alida "Ready for the start of term tomorrow?">> she asks. This reminds you about your current predicament and you think maybe Alida can help your find your office. <<you "Let me ask you something...">> you begin to ask. She cuts you off, <<alida "Oh no you don't...you still owe me one from yesterday. How am I ever supposed to get to know you if you don't answer any of my questions?">> Well...looks like she's figured out your game. <<you "OK, you got me. What do you want to know?">> you ask. She scrunches up her face in an exaggerated expression of deep thought. <<alida "Hmmmmmm...OK. Will you come to my house so I can show you something? I want to know what you think about it.">> she asks. <<you "That's what you were going to ask me yesterday?">> <<alida "No, I forgot what I was going to ask you yesterday. This is what I'm asking you now.">> she says with a cute little smile. A really hot girl is asking you to come to her house. You haven't managed to find your office yet, and you're pretty sure it's not at Alida's house...but...she's...convincing. <<link "OK. I'll go with you. But now you owe me one." "sunday 1-2ca">><</link>> <<link "Sure I'd love to go with you." "sunday 1-2cb">><</link>> <<elseif $alida.intro==2>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/alidacar2.jpg" alt="black sports car" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday121.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"><img src="images/alida/alidasunday122.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>Since you still don't know where your office is, you decide to wander around the campus in hopes that you can find someone who can direct you. You've been walking for about 10 minutes when you hear the sound of a tuned engine coming up the street behind you. You turn to look and see a sporty, black, two-seater zip by you and pull into a parking space ahead. The door opens and you recognize a familiar person getting out of the car. It's Alida. She's looking pretty damn hot again today in a pair of tight, skimpy, jean shorts and a v-neck, white t-shirt. Simple but sexy; she definitely pulls it off. <<alida "Well well well...if it isn't $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> she says, flashing you her beautiful smile. <<you "Alida Mayana. Fancy meeting you here!">> you reply in a similar friendly tone. Her eyes light up when you say her name. <<alida "You remembered my name!">> she says, happily. You smile warmly at her. <<you "Of course I did. You're literally the first person I met on this island. You made quite the impression on me. How could I forget?">> you reply. She shoots you a coy look. <<alida "You sure it wasn't the dress that made the impression yesterday?">> she says with a little giggle. You think for a moment and reply, <<you "Well, the dress was definitely part of it. But it was more like what the dress was...accentuating.">> You smile at her and she giggles some more. <<alida "Good answer, $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> she responds as she leans forward, making sure to give you a good view of her tits. <<alida "So what are you doing on campus?">> she asks. <<you "Trying, unsuccessfully, to find my office.">> you respond. She laughs a little and you ask, <<you "You think you could show me where it is?">> <<alida "Not very likely.">> she says. <<alida "I'm not even sure I remember where my office is.">> You both laugh at that. Alida seems to be a very "carefree" girl. You like that about her. As if to reinforce this, she asks, <<alida "How about instead...I show you where my house is and we go there and blow a joint?">> This is a little unexpected. Likely she wants to do more than just smoke weed with you. How should you play it? <<link "You sure that's all you're trying to blow?" "sunday 1-2cc">><</link>> <<link "Say less! Let's go!" "sunday 1-2cd">><</link>> <<elseif $alida.intro==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/alidacar2.jpg" alt="black sports car" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday123.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>Since you still don't know where your office is, you decide to wander around the campus in hopes that you can find someone who can direct you. You've been walking for about 10 minutes when you hear the sound of a tuned engine coming up the street behind you. You turn to look and see a sporty, black, two-seater zip by you and pull into a parking space ahead. The door opens and you recognize a familiar person getting out of the car. It's the girl from the ferry terminal who called you creepy. Yesterday you just flipped her off. She didn't seem to like that very much. She sees and recognizes you. She gives you a dirty look. Seems like she's still mad at you. You've run into her twice now in as many days. This really is a small town, you think to yourself. Maybe it would be best to try apologizing in order to make peace with this woman. Or maybe not. What do you think? <<link "Nah fuck that bitch. She's the one who should be apologizing." "sunday 1-2ce">><</link>> <<link "Yeah I should probably apologize to her." "sunday 1-2cf">><</link>> <<elseif $alida.intro==4>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/alidacar2.jpg" alt="black sports car" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday122.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>Since you still don't know where your office is, you decide to wander around the campus in hopes that you can find someone who can direct you. You've been walking for about 10 minutes when you hear the sound of a tuned engine coming up the street behind you. You turn to look and see a sporty, black, two-seater zip by you and pull into a parking space ahead. The door opens and you recognize a familiar person getting out of the car. It's the girl who you talked to at the ferry terminal. You seem to remember her name was Alida. She's looking every bit as hot today as she was yesterday, sporting tight jean shorts and a tight, low cut white t-shirt. She sees you and seems to recognize you. You wave and she smiles and waves back. <<alida "Hey! It's Captain Creepy from the ferry! What's up, Creepy?">> she says. You know she's being sarcastic, but you really don't enjoy being called creepy. In a small town like this, you don't want to be labeled the "creepy guy." How do you respond? <<link "Firmly tell her to stop calling you creepy." "sunday 1-2cg">><</link>> <<link "Play along with the joke for now, and apologize again for creeping on her yesterday." "sunday 1-2ch">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<set $contacts=1>><<set $day=13>><<if $sunday13a is 0 and $sunday13b is 0 and $sunday13c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/doorhandle.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left"> <</nobr>>After a few hours on campus you decide to head home. You arrive at your apartment as the sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next? <<link "Make dinner" "sunday 1-3a">><</link>> <<link "Do a load of laundry" "sunday 1-3b">><</link>> <<link "Explore the apartment complex" "sunday 1-3c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday13a is 1 and $sunday13b is 0 and $sunday13c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left"> <</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next? <<link "Do a load of laundry" "sunday 1-3b">><</link>> <<link "Explore the apartment complex" "sunday 1-3c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday13a is 0 and $sunday13b is 1 and $sunday13c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left"> <</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next? <<link "Make dinner" "sunday 1-3a">><</link>> <<link "Explore the apartment complex" "sunday 1-3c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday13a is 0 and $sunday13b is 0 and $sunday13c is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left"> <</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next? <<link "Make dinner" "sunday 1-3a">><</link>> <<link "Do a load of laundry" "sunday 1-3b">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday13a is 0 and $sunday13b is 1 and $sunday13c is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left"> <</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next? <<link "Make dinner" "sunday 1-3a">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday13a is 1 and $sunday13b is 0 and $sunday13c is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left"> <</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next? <<link "Do a load of laundry" "sunday 1-3b">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday13a is 1 and $sunday13b is 1 and $sunday13c is 0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left"> <</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next? <<link "Explore the apartment complex" "sunday 1-3c">><</link>> Or do none of these and text or call someone. <<elseif $sunday13a is 1 and $sunday13b is 1 and $sunday13c is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left"> <</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. What do you want to do next? Text or call someone, or <<link "get on with your day." "sunday 1-4">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>> <<bg pool>> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday131.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to spend some time exploring the apartment complex. You know there must be some communal amenities, right? You wander around for a bit and stumble upon the pool. It's just a small, simple pool; nothing too fancy, but hey...it's a pool! As you enter the pool area, you see a strikingly attractive woman testing the water with her toe. She's absoulutely drop dead gorgeous. If you had to guess, you would guess she's Latina. She has long, flowing, dark brown hair, and sexy brown eyes. Her body is voluptuous and her skin is smooth and tan. As you approach, she looks over her shoulder and catches your eye. She smiles and you smile back. She continues to dip her toes in the water, looking over at you every so often. You get the feeling that she wants you to make the move here, But what should you do? <<set $maria.met = true>> <<link "Just relax poolside and see if she talks to you" "sunday 1-3cd">><</link>> <<link "Give her the silent treatment, but take off your shoes and dip your toes in the pool as well" "sunday 1-3ca">><</link>> <<link "Introduce yourself and strike up a conversation" "sunday 1-3cb">><</link>> <<link "Sneak up, grab her and pretend you're going to push her in the pool" "sunday 1-3cc">><</link>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>> <<bg laundry>> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday131.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>After being on the road (and on the run) for a few weeks now, you are running desperately low on clean clothes. Unless you want to wear dirty, wrinkled clothes to your first ever class tomorrow, you had better do a load of laundry. You gather up your dirty clothes and a stack of quarters and head out of your apartment and around the corner to the complex's communal laundry room. You enter the laundry room and see a statuesque brunette folding some clothes on top of one of the machines. She glances over her shoulder at you. You say, <<you "Hello,">> and she replies with a quick smile and a nod then returns to her folding. You look around and soon realize that all the machines are currently taken. Since it's evening already, you really want to get your laundry done as soon as possible. Maybe this woman is using multiple machines at once. Or maybe someone else left their laundry here and are planning to come back for it later. The woman is finished folding her load of clothes and she gathers them up and starts to head out of the laundry room. What do you do next? <<set $katie.met = true>> <<link "Wait until there is a machine available" "sunday 1-3bd">><</link>> <<link "Ask if she can move her clothes so you can use the machine" "sunday 1-3bb">><</link>> <<link "Take her clothes out of the machine without asking and use it yourself" "sunday 1-3ba">><</link>> <<link "Secretly throw a red sock in with her whites" "sunday 1-3bc">><</link>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/makedinner.jpg" alt="a man making dinner" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're getting hungry so you decide to make yourself some dinner. You get out some of the ingredients you picked up at the store this morning and start prepping. You're right in the middle of chopping tomatoes when you hear startlingly loud and calamatous sounds coming from the apartment next door. First, you hear a loud, deep thud. This is followed quickly by a sudden and violent, metallic crashing sound. Peppered in amongst these sounds, you hear a woman's voice yelling angry profanities. The sounds stop for a moment and all is calm, then you hear the woman scream. The intensity of her scream startles you. Then you hear her yelling, <<kristen "NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!">> and stomping heavily around the apartment. This is followed by the piercing sound of a smoke detector going off. Someone is clearly having some issues next door. What do you do? <<link "Go pound on her door and confront her for being so loud." "sunday 1-3aa">><</link>> <<link "Go pound on her door and make sure she's not in danger." "sunday 1-3ab">><</link>> <<link "Stay in your apartment. If she needed help, she would ask, right?" "sunday 1-3ac">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg town>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday111.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>After her initial surprise, she composes herself, puts on her best fake smile, and strikes a pose that shows off her gigantic fake tits. You know she still probably hates you from how you treated her yesterday, but we are in public, and a person like her is all about their public image. She greets you with forced cheerfulness, <<barbie "Hello Mr. $you.fakelastName. I hope you are settling in okay.">> You try to play nice, after all, you're going to be working with her for the foreseeable future, so might as well. <<you "Yes I am. Thanks for asking.">> Just then, the store owner goes to the back room, leaving the two of you alone together. Immediately, her fake smile and friendly act drops. <<barbie "I will not forget how you treated me yesterday. First impressions mean a lot to me, you know.">> <<you "Yes, I've been thinking about that quite a bit, and I'm glad I ran in to you. I wanted to apologize for how I spoke with you in our meeting. I was very stressed out from the long move, and was exhausted, frankly. I took out my anger on you and that was wrong. I hope you can forgive me and we can move on.">> She looks at you suspiciously. You're not sure if she's gonna play ball here. After a moment her expression softens and she speaks, <<barbie "Well, I can't say that I will forget what happened between us, but in the interest of having a good professional relationship, I can forgive you.">> You know she's probably still holding a grudge. Narcissists never forget when people challenge their superiority. That said, you made your point yesterday that she needs you more than you need her, and she won't soon forget that either. <<nobr>><<link "''//As long as you are still valuable to her, she'll keep the peace.//''">><<set $barbie.note7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You thank her, say your goodbyes, and catch the bus back home. <<set $sunday11a=1>><<set $barbie.second=6>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<barbieloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg town>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet3.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday111.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday112.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Hey Babs! How's my girl?">> Calling her "Babs," and "girl," really pisses her off. You can tell it is taking all her restraint not to explode on you in front of the store clerk. She responds through gritted teeth, <<barbie "Good morning, Mr. $you.fakelastName. How are-">> You interrupt her, <<you "Please, there's no need for formalities. When we're not in front of students, you can just call me $you.fakefirstName.">> You chuckle to yourself as you see her getting even angrier behind her increasingly bad, fake calm expression. She remembers this is exactly what she said to you yesterday. The fact that you flipped it back on her must be driving her mad with rage. Just then, the clerk leaves to go into the back room of the store. Barbie's mask of calm immediately drops. She quickly steps forward until she's right up in your face and says, <<barbie "If you think for one second that I'm going to forgive and forget the way you treated me, you are in for a very rude awakening.">> She's trying to assert her dominance again. Surely she expects you to back down. Instead, you step up, grab her by the throat and forcefully pull her head in close so your mouth is right by her ear. She is clearly shaken by your forcefullness, but doesn't fight it. You whisper, <<you "Don't fuck with me Babs. Remember, you need me way more than I need you.">> You hold her like that for a few seconds then begin to soften your grip. Her expression is one of shock, but also...something else...lust? Is she into the rough stuff? You figure there's only one way to find out, so you whisper again, <<you "The only thing I need you for is your holes, whore.">> She's rubbing her pussy under her skirt while you continue to softly choke her. Finally, you release her. Her legs are weak and she stumbles back into a nearby chair and sits down, overwhelmed. You grab a shopping basket and start to walk around the store. As you do, you look back at Babs. She's sitting on that chair, smiling lustfully with her legs spread. Her nipples are rock hard. Yeah...<<nobr>><<link "''//she really is into the rough stuff.//''">><<set $barbie.note6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You sense a lot of hate-fucking in your future. By the time you've made a loop around the store and put a few items in your basket, you see that Babs is gone. Maybe she's gone home to plan your ultimate demise. Maybe she's gone home to rub one out. Who knows. You're just glad you have coffee now. <<set $sunday11a=1>><<set $barbie.second=5>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<barbiecorruptionGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet11.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/barbiehouse.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday113.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday114.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday115.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Sure thing, Barbie. I'm happy to help,">> you say with a smile. <<barbie "Oh thank you so much! You're a livesaver!">> She reaches out and pulls you in for a hug, then gives you a warm kiss on the cheek. She's being very forward. You wonder if there's more than friendly feelings here. Or maybe she's just a hugger. You grab half of the groceries and follow her out the door. Her house is just a couple of minutes walk away. You two chit chat on the way over. <<you "Just so you know, I'm still looking forward to that home cooked meal.">> you say. She laughs excitedly. <<barbie "Good because I'm still really looking forward to making it for you!">> she replies. You reach her house and head inside. You both take your shoes off at the door. You put the groceries on the table. Barbie looks at you apprehensively. It looks like there's something she wants to ask you. Finally, she does. <<barbie "So $you.fakefirstName, if you're not doing anything tonight, how about I make you that meal?">> She seems to really want to spend more time with you. You really would enjoy that, but you have so much to do before tomorrow that you don't think you can do it. You try to let her down easy. <<you "Barbie, I would love that, but I just-">> she cuts you off, <<barbie "It's okay, I understand. It was stupid of me...">> Her voice trails off and she looks down, the smile gone from her face. <<you "What is? What's stupid of you?">> She's embarrassed to say it, but she does, <<barbie "Stupid of me to think that someone your age, and someone my age could ever...you know...">> That definitely makes you feel a little bad for her. You think Maybe <<nobr>><<link "''//she's struggling with the idea of getting older.//''">><<set $barbie.note9=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You try to cheer her up. <<you "Barbie, that's not what I was saying at all. I think you are very attractive, and I don't really put too much emphasis on age. We're both adults and we seem to enjoy each other's company. Why wouldn't we see where that might lead, right? I just can't do it tonight. I have too much to get done before tomorrow. I hope you understand.">> The warm smile returns to her face. Jokingly, she says, <<barbie "Well, this is the second time you've turned me down in as many days, but I think you're a good boy so I'll let it slide.">> She turns around and leans over the counter exposing her panties under her short denim skirt. <<barbie "Just tell me, do you like what you see?">> You gaze upon her toned, round, MILF ass. <<you "Oh yes, very much!">> <<barbie "Good. Next time you get to touch as well.">> <<you "Barbie, I'm definitely gonna hold you to that.">> you say with a laugh. <<you "But now, I really need to go.">> <<barbie "Bye sweetie, I'll see you soon.">> she says. You head towards the front door, and as you are putting your shoes back on, you hear muffled moaning coming from the kitchen. You peek back in and see Barbie still standing by the kitchen counter. Her skirt is on the floor around her ankles and she's feverishly rubbing her pussy under her panties. With her other hand she's squeezing one of her massive tits. Wow, guess she was really horny. You sneak out of the house quietly. You don't think she noticed you spying on her, but she probably wouldn't have even cared. You head back to the store, finish up your shopping, and head home. <<set $sunday11a=1>><<set $barbie.second=8>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<barbieloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet11.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/barbiehouse.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday116.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday117.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday118.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday119.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You feel like she's using you, and you don't really like it. You'll give her a chance and help her out, but you'll make sure she knows you're the one in charge here. <<you "Barbie, I feel like you're just using me for my body here.">> <<barbie "And what if I was? Would that be so bad?">> she replies, taking a step closer to you. You reach out and grab her ass. She gasps, then smiles at you excitedly. <<you "Just because you're technically my boss doesn't mean you get to boss me around. Remember that.">> <<barbie "Oh my, $you.fakefirstName! What has come over you this morning?">> she asks. You think about making a joke...something about cumming all over HER, but you don't have a chance to figure out the wording before she asks of you, <<barbie "Well then, what would a poor damsel in distress like me have to do in exchange for some help from her big strong knight in shining armor?">> You can think of a few things, so you lean in and whisper in her ear, <<you "I guess we'll find out, won't we,">> you say, as you gather up her groceries. <<you "Lead the way.">> She smiles and the two of you head out of the store. The walk to her house is short, just a couple of minutes. When you arrive, you both take your shoes off and put the groceries down in the kitchen. <<barbie "Can I get you anything?">> she asks. <<you "Coffee, please for the love of god, COFFEE!">> She laughs at that. <<barbie "I could use one too. Actually, do you think you could get a pot started? I need to freshen up.">> She slides a mason jar full of coffee across the counter and directs you to the coffee maker. You open the jar and take a long whiff of that wonderful dark powder. Oh god how I love coffee. <<you "No problem, Barbie. I got you.">> <<barbie "Thanks. I'll just be a minute.">> With that she disappears down the hallway leaving you with the coffee. You get everything prepped and turn on the machine. After a minute, it starts brewing, filling the room with the intoxicating smell of fresh brewed java. You've just poured yourself a cup and are about to take that first sip when Barbie comes back, but with significantly less clothing than before. <<barbie "So, $you.fakefirstName...what do you think?">> She's showing off her body, basically throwing herself at you. You can tell she wants you to just start stripping down and fucking her right here on the couch, but you're not going to make it that easy for her. <<you "Ms. Whitman...you're trying to seduce me, aren't you?">> <<barbie "What do you think about that, $you.fakefirstName?">> <<nobr>><<link "''//You know she really wants it,//''">><<set $barbie.note8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> and you wouldn't mind borrowing a little morning friction from her as well, but you'd rather tease her instead. The thought of getting her all riled up and then just leaving her there makes you happy, so... <<you "I think you need to call me Mr. $you.fakelastName.">> you demand. <<barbie "Yes Mr. $you.fakelastName.">> she complies. <<you "And I think you need to show me that ass of yours.">> She giggles, turns around and kneels on the couch. She sticks out her big ass and asks, <<barbie "Is this better, Mr. $you.fakelastName?">> <<you "That'll do.">> you reply. <<you "But I think you have too many clothes on, don't you?">> She immediately flips over pulls her tits out of her bra and slides her panties to the side, exposing her (surprisingly) clean shaven pussy. <<barbie "Is this better, Mr. $you.fakelastName?">> Better, but not there yet. You let out an over exaggerated sigh. <<you "I guess I'm just going to have to tell you exactly what I want.">> she seems to get even more excited at the prospect of you ordering her around. She looks up at you obediently. <<you "Take off EVERYTHING.">> She quickly complies. <<you "Now open all your holes for me you little cumslut.">> The filthy way you refer to her gets her even more excited. As she spreads wide her pussy and ass, you can smell her arousal. One last thing, <<you "Good, now open your mouth.">> She does. <<barbie "Is this what you want, Mr. $you.fakelastName?">> she asks. <<you "That's perfect. You're such a good girl.">> you say, and give her a little pat on the head. <<you "Now stay just like that and don't move.">> <<barbie "Yes, Mr. $you.fakelastName.">> You stand there admiring your work. Just yesterday, you were meeting your new boss for the first time. Now look at her. You pull out your phone and snap a picture of her so you can remember the moment (and to possibly blackmail her in the future, I mean...you never know, right?) <<you "I'll be right back. You just stay like that, OK?">> She nods happily. You head out of the living room, put your shoes back on and head out the front door, leaving her naked and horny on the couch. You head back to the store, pick up a few groceries, and head home. <<set $sunday11a=1>><<set $barbie.second=7>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<barbiecorruptionGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg town>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1110.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1111.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/barbiehouse.jpg" alt="barbie's house" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1112.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>She hasn't noticed you. She's trying desperately to flirt with an older gentleman who you assume, judging by the apron he's wearing, works at the store. Her flirting is very needy and very obvious. The man in the apron seems more confused than turned on. You imagine that Babs' flirting game is a bit rusty. She also probably has never flirted with any of the townspeople, so it probably all seems very strange to the old man. He leaves to go do something in the back room of the store, so you take the opportunity and call out to her, <<you "Hey Babs, you going to Coachella or something?">> Startled, she looks over her shoulder and recognizes you. She turns to face you. You get a good look at her outfit. It's pretty hilarious; everything from the little bow in her hair, to the fuzzy pink jacket; from the tight crop-top that can barely contain her tits, to the tiny miniskirt that can barely cover her pantyless pussy. You try hard not to laugh. She puts on a nervous smile. <<barbie "Oh, Hello again, $you.fakefirstName. No, what's coat jello? Anyway, no I'm just trying out a new style. What do you think?">> she asks, apprehensively. You walk up to her and, very obviously, look her up and down. <<you "You really don't want to know what I think.">> you reply, trying to be nice. She continues to push. <<barbie "Oh $you.fakefirstName, come on. Are you scared to tell me what you think?">> Fine bitch, you asked for it, so here goes. <<you "I think-">> you start to say, but you are suddenly interrupted by the store clerk returning from the back room. He's carrying Babs' groceries with him. She moves away to take them from him, abandoning your conversation. <<barbie "Well, $you.fakefirstName, I must be going.">> she says as she struggles to manage all her grocery bags. You've got an idea. <<you "There's no way you're going to carry all of that. Please, let me help you.">> you offer. <<barbie "Oh, no thank you. I'll manage,">> she says, as she continues to struggle. <<you "Don't be stupid Babs, you're clearly in over your head here,">> and you don't mean just with the groceries. She's at the door now, but she can't quite manage to get it open. She's had to shift around awkwardly so much now, her tits and her pussy are popping out of her outfit. You look over at the store clerk whose jaw is on the floor. You could easily rob this place right now and he'd never even notice. <<you "For fuck's sake Babs...really?">> you ask. She hesitates, then replies. <<barbie "Okay, I could use a hand, thank you.">> she says. You shake your head and take a few parcels. You both head off out the door. Her house is just around the corner so you walk there and before you know it you're heading inside with her. <<barbie "Can you please take off your shoes?">> she asks as you enter. You play along, for now. <<you "Sure thing.">> You put the groceries down in the kitchen. There's an awkward silence. She stands there nervously trying to show herself off and cover herself up simultaneously. You just eye her up like a wolf eyeing up a rabbit. She has no idea what she's gotten herself in to. You wait for her to ask the question you know she's going to ask. <<barbie "So $you.fakefirstName, you never told me what you think of my new look. Come on, tell me!">> She's pulled her top and her skirt both up and she's showing off her tits and slit, whining like a spoiled brat. You've had just about enough of this. It was entertaining for sure, but it's time to put her back in the cage, otherwise she'll start to forget that's where she belongs. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ae1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg town>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1111.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/banghead.gif" alt="barbie's house" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1110.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You actually feel bad for her now. Maybe you were a little hard on her yesterday, I mean, you just met the woman and you made her cry, then call you sir, and it looks like she's trying to dress sexy just like you told her to. Maybe you should give her some help; it looks like she desperately needs it. You walk up behind her, quietly so she doesn't notice you, and lean against the counter. <<you "Bubblegum princess is not the look I was expecting from you, Babs.">> She's so startled by your voice that she jumps up and throws a box of crackers she was holding up into the air. It goes directly into the spinning ceiling fan which wings it straight out the open front door and into the street. You both watch it go like spectators at a golf tee. After a few moments grappling with what just happened, you look back at Babs. <<barbie "Well what are the chances of that?">> she says with a smile. You both burst out laughing. Maybe she's not that bad after all. She could certainly be improved though, starting with that outfit. As your laughter subsides, you look her up and down. She notices and asks, <<barbie "What do you think?">> <<you "Well,">> you say, through gritted teeth, <<you "I appreciate the effort.">> She smiles wide and starts speaking very quickly. <<barbie "I was thinking about what you said yesterday, and at first I was very upset, of course, but after thinking about why you would have said it, I thought, 'well, he's a psychologist, and a counselor, maybe he was just showing some tough love and telling me the hard things that I needed to hear,' and then that got me thinking about how you said to dress sexier and I thought, 'I see these sexy college girls all the time in their skimpy pink outfits so maybe if I wore an outfit like that,' and I knew just the place to...">> Her voice trails off as she notices you banging your head against the wall and moaning despondently, <<you "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Pleeeeeeaaaassssee Staaahhhhppp! Dear god Babs, please stop for the love of all that is holy, PLEASE STOP TALKING.">> She looks a little hurt, but she stops talking and obediently waits for your next words. <<you "OK, I need to be real with you here. When you dress like that, you look like a fool. You look like someone who is trying really hard to be something they're not, and it comes off as desperate and pathetic.">> She looks like she's about to cry, but before she does, you intercede. <<you "NO no no, stop with the tears for fuck's sake Babs. I'm going to help you. I know you're trying to be sexy, you just maybe forgot how.">> She looks up at you with hope in her eyes. <<barbie "you'd do that for me?">> You shrug, <<you "Well, I'm not really doing anything else right now so...yes, I'll do that for you. Now take me to your house.">> <<barbie "But what about all my groceries?">> <<you "You'll come back and get them later. Let's go go go!">> You put your hand on her back and quickly usher her out the door. Once you two are out of the store, she leads the way around the corner to her house. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1af1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1115.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1113.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1114.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "I think that you've got to be out of your fucking mind if you believe for one second that anyone who sees you in that ridiculous outfit doesn't know exactly what you're doing. It's so pathetic Babs.">> She looks like she's going to cry. You keep pushing. <<you "I'm legitimately surprised that you managed to find teeny bopper clothes in your size. Where'd you get 'em? Forever 51?">> Her lip is quivering as tears begin to run down her face. You could do this all day. <<you "I guess the one good thing about wearing this is that now everyone knows you're a worthless fucking whore. I always knew that. From the first minute I met you, I knew.">> She can't even look at you. She just stands there in her shame. You think about what you just called her: worthless fucking whore. Nah that's not exactly correct. <<you "You know Babs, you're not a whore. No, people actually want to fuck whores. They'll pay money to fuck whores. But, just look at you; who would pay money to fuck you?">> She's quietly sobbing now. You hear her trying to say something, but she doesn't have the will to get the words out. <<you "What are you trying to say Babs?">> Her reply is barely a whisper, <<barbie "Just go...please...just leave.">> You need to remind her that you're the one telling her what to do, not the other way around. You grab her firmly, forcefully spin her around, and push her over to the kitchen counter. She tries to push away, but you grab her even tighter and push one of her legs up onto the counter. You hold her by the hair and speak softly in her ear, <<you "Did you forget that I'm the one in charge here? Did you forget that I own you?">> <<barbie "No,">> she replies, timidly. You grab her hair even tighter and pull her head back. She winces from the sudden pain. <<you "No, what?">> Through tears, she utters, <<barbie "No sir.">> <<you "I'm not convinced, Babs. I think you need to learn this lesson again.">> You reach out and grab a long, thick, glass tube that's sitting in the dish drying rack. It looks to be some sort of turkey baster. This'll do, you think to yourself. You spit on it to get it slippery then without any warning, you forcefully stick it right in her asshole. She screams from shock and pain. You're still holding her head with your left hand as she reaches back instinctively to remove the invading object. You grab her hand with your free hand and yell, <<you "NO!">> She stops fighting and just whimpers in pain. You take her hand and move it to the glass tube, wrapping her fingers around it. Then you command, <<you "Hold it in there until I tell you that you can take it out.">> She has no will to defy you any more. She does as she's told. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ae2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1116.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday112.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday113.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday114.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday115.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Once you think her asshole has suffered enough, you tell her she can remove the tube. She pulls it out with a *pop* sound as it exits her ass. You grab her by the throat, move her over to the living room and push her down onto the couch. She's scared, but dazed from the overwhelming brutality of your actions. Now it's time to stop playing around. Before you have your fun, you want to get her off. After all, you are a gentleman. Actually, you just want to force her to orgasm against her will. You grab her by the pussy and start fingering her, deep and hard. You start hitting that g-spot and her body starts to convulse. As she reaches her climax, she starts squirting all over what you would assume is a pretty expensive rug. What a messy little fucktoy she is. Once she's finally squirted her last drop, you pull your hand out of her cunt and push her back onto the couch. Your hand is covered in her juices, which you fling back across her still convulsing body. Even though she just experienced an earth-shattering orgasm, You're sure she's feeling the deepest shame she's felt in a long while. Well, she ain't seen nothing yet. <<you "Did you like that, Fuckslave?">> you ask. She quietly replies, <<barbie "Yes sir.">> <<you "I can't hear you, Fuckslave,">> you say. She replies with a sudden burst of defiance in her voice, <<barbie "I said YES SIR!">> <<you "Don't you fucking raise your voice to me!">> You grab her and roughly pull her up from the couch. You sit down and drag her over your knee. You grab her by the throat and start spanking her. She lets out a little scream with each hit. After several, you whisper in her ear, <<you "Have you learned your lesson, Fuckslave?">> <<barbie "Yes sir,">> she says, quietly, through her tears. <<you "Good,">> you exclaim. You push her onto the floor and stand up. You drop your pants releasing your rock hard cock. Before she even knows what's going on, you grab her head and shove your cock right down her throat. She struggles mightily with this new turn of events, but you hold her firmly in place and she has no other choice but to adapt. While she's holding your cock in her throat, you say, <<you "I'm gonna use your throat like a fuck toy Babs. That's all you are.">> She offers no response. You start rythmically pumping in and out of her mouth, banging your dick against the back of her throat with every thrust. She's taking it rather well. Too well, you think. Her eyes are closed and you can tell she's trying to go to her "happy place." Well there are no happy places here. She needs to learn that. You feel yourself about to cum. You feel you should get her attention, so you grab her by the back of the head and push yourself even farther down her throat. Her eyes pop open (bye bye, happy place) and you shoot your roping load right down her throat. To her credit, she takes a nut like a champ. As you pull your cock out of your toy, strands of your cum mixed with her slobber dribble out and onto her big fake tits. <<you "Look at the mess you made. Are you a messy Fuckslave?">> you ask as you rub the cum slobber all over her chest. She looks up at you nodding and says, <<barbie "Yes, Master.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//Wow, Master huh?//''">><<set $barbie.note10=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You think to yourself...I didn't ask for it, but I'll take it. <<set $sunday11a=1>><<set $barbie.second=1>><<set $barbie.blow=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<barbiecorruptionGain 1>> <<barbieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg campus>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday112.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday113.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday114.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You aren't really dressed for working out, but you decide you need to know more about this woman. She seems busy with her excercise and doesn't notice you walking up behind her. She's doing a downward dog pose, with her ass sticking up in the air and her head down. You walk around in front of her and start stretching. You've invaded her personal space, and it doesn't take long before she notices. She looks up at puzzled and says, <<brianna "Can I help you?">> <<you "Nah, I'm good,">> you reply, and continue to limber up. She keeps staring at you in disbelief. <<brianna "Well, do you mind?">> she asks as she gestures to the immediate area around her. <<you "Nah, you're good,">> you reply, and start to mimic her yoga pose. You continue as if nothing is wrong and you don't have a care in the world. She clearly doesn't know what to do next. You're pretty sure most guys she deals with are not this forward. You think she may escalate things here, but somewhat to your surprise, she just keeps doing her yoga, although now keeping a constant eye on you. After a while, she musters up some courage and asks, <<brianna "So is this your thing?">> Without looking at her, you ask, <<you "Is what my thing?">> <<brianna "Creeping on women in public?">> she asks, with a smug little smile. <<you "Don't flatter yourself, honey. I just wanted to do my yoga over here in the shade. I mean, that's why you chose this spot too, am I right?">> You seem to have got her there, and she's momentarily at a loss for words. Eventually, she composes herself. <<brianna "Well, I was here first you know.">> she says, indignantly. <<brianna "It wouldn't have hurt to ask if you could join me.">> <<you "And it wouldn't hurt for you to be friendly either. You don't own the entire campus do you?">> You've put her a little off guard. You guess that <<nobr>><<link "''//she prides herself on being friendly,//''">><<set $brianna.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> and your questioning that particular facet of her personality has made her a little self conscious. <<brianna "Okay, you're right. Sorry. I'm just used to having this spot to myself. I'm Brianna, by the way.">> <<you "No problem.">> you say as you continue your yoga. There's an awkward pause and she looks at you suspiciously like she can't quite figure you out. <<brianna "And you are?">> she asks. <<you "$you.fakefirstName.">> She continues to look at you. You <<link "continue your yoga." "sunday 1-1ca1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg campus>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday119.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1110.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1111.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1112.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to just be friendly and direct. You walk over to her as she's finishing off one of her positions. As you get near, you ask, <<you "Excuse me, do you mind if I join you over here in the shade? It's pretty hot today for yoga in the sun."?>> She smiles and replies, <<brianna "Sure. Be my guest.">> She gets up from the ground and stretches out a little bit. She seems disinterested in you, but you want to keep the conversation going. <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName,">> you say, as you extend your hand for a handshake. She pauses momentarily then smiles and shakes your hand. <<brianna "I'm Brianna Benson, nice to meet you.">> she says. She continues to stretch. You continue to try to talk to her. <<you "So do you work at the school or are you just here to do yoga?">> <<brianna "No, I work here. I teach Phys. Ed.">> <<you "With a body like that, I'm not surprised.">> She smiles at your compliment. You smile back. <<brianna "Well, it's a lot of hard work, but I think it's important to take pride in your body, don't you?">> <<nobr>><<link "''//She clearly takes pride in her body.//''">><<set $brianna.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You...not so much. You're not out of shape, by any means, but you could certainly use some fitness tips. <<you "I guess if I had a body like that, I'd want to show it off too.">> <<brianna "Hey, your body isn't that bad you know. How often do you do yoga?">> <<you "Well...in all honesty...never. I just wanted an excuse to come over here and talk to you.">> She laughs and blushes a little. <<brianna "Well, I can't say I'm not a little flattered, but you should try some yoga for real. It's a really great low-stress workout.">> <<you "Yeah, I'm not sure I know what to do.">> you confess. <<brianna "That's why you need a good teacher like me, silly!">> she says, playfully. <<brianna "Here, try the pose that I'm doing.">> You try your best to copy her pose. You can't help but be distracted by her amazing body. <<you "Am I doing it right?">> you ask. <<brianna "That's a good start! Try to extend your arms a little more. Really reach up and feel the stretch.">> You do as she says. You've never done yoga before, and it's surprisingly hard. You can feel the burn in muscles all over your body as you fight to maintain your form and balance. Brianna makes it look easy. You keep looking back at her toned body. You start to imagine her doing naked yoga and feel your cock start to rise. You'd be really embarrased if she saw your boner right now, so you step behind her so she's not facing you. Without turning around, she asks, <<brianna "What are you doing back there?">> <<you "I'm just looking at your form. I want to make sure I'm doing this right.">> you lie. She giggles and says, <<brianna "Okay, whatever you say.">> Standing behind her has not led to any progress on Operation Deflate Boner. She looks even better from back here. You fantasize about bending her over, ripping off her yoga pants and pounding her tight, wet pussy. Congratulations, your erection has reached level 100. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1cb1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg campus>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1117.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1118.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1119.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/leafblower.jpg" alt="Man with leaf blower" class="left"> <</nobr>>You take out your phone and decide to snap a few pictures of her. You can never have enough pictures of people. They can give you a lot of information about a person, if studied properly. Just like reading people in real time, reading details about them from pictures is a valuable skill to have as a con man... And you're totally going to jerk off to them later. She strikes a strong pose with one arm flexing her bicep and the other extended upward at an angle. You can tell she's pretty strong. Mental note, don't let her punch you in the dick - it will probably hurt. As you snap the picture, you realize she's looking at you. She definitely knows what you're doing. You keep taking pictures, but prepare yourself, mentally, for getting punched in the dick. Surprisingly, she keeps posing for you. She's actually into it, showing off her toned body for you. She slides her shorts down a little, teasing you with the promise of her pussy. She runs her fingers across her chest, seductively. You can't believe it, but you're quickly ruling out the possibility of getting punched in the dick. She shifts her hips from side to side, striking a different sexy pose every few seconds. As she continues to flirt with your camera, your hand instinctively starts rubbing your ever inflating boner through your pants. She sees what you're doing, and rather than being repulsed, it seems to turn her on even more. She starts gently rubbing her crotch and massaging her breasts. She takes a quick moment to look at her surroundings, making sure you are the only person around. Then she looks back with a smile and starts to take off her top and flash you her breasts. You're finger is poised over the shutter button on your phone, primed and ready to catch a shot of those titties when... You are suddenly interrupted by the sound of a leafblower. A landscaping crew has arrived on scene, totally ruining the moment. You put your phone away as the woman quickly resumes yoga, as if the interaction never happened. You wait a few minutes for your erection to subside and then head home. <<set $sunday11c=1>><<set $brianna.intro=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg campus>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday117.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1117.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You keep staring at this beautiful woman in front of you. You want to just walk up and talk to her, but you're a little nervous. Being in an unfamiliar place has you a little off your game. You've never thought of yourself as very attractive, I mean, you're OK. But you can usually use your charm and charisma to get women. Make yourself seem mysterious, make them laugh, pretty soon you're back at their place asking where you should throw out the condom. But today, you're just not feeling it. You catch her eye as she's adjusting her shorts. Instinctively, you wave to her. You can see her giggle and she looks away. You sit there like a cringey idiot with your hand still in the air. Nice move. You sit there for a few more minutes silently berating yourself for not being smoother. Maybe you'll see her around and get another shot, you hope. After all, it is a very small town. As you get up to leave you look back at her. She's strikes a strong pose, showing off her toned, athletic body. As you catch her eye she smiles and winks at you. Maybe you'll get that second chance sometime after all, you think, as you walk back home. <<set $sunday11c=1>><<set $brianna.intro=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg campus>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday115.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday116.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday117.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday118.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You can tell that Brianna is becoming increasingly frustrated by the fact that you are not paying her any attention. She said she's used to being alone when she does her yoga here, but you're guessing that she's actually hoping that someone like you comes by and tries to get a little closer to her. After a few more minutes, she speaks up again, <<brianna "Don't you think you're being a little bit weird, just coming up out of nowhere to do yoga right next to me?">> <<you "Is that what this is all about? Or are you just mad that I'm not paying you any attention?">> You can tell from her expression and body language that you've hit the nail on the head here. She really does want your attention, but she covers it up and attempts to play it cool. <<brianna "Now who's flattering themselves, huh mister cool guy?">> She's got you there, and you actually respect her a little more now for calling you out. But you also know she's a little attention whore, and you're getting tired of the act. Time to put an end to it. You flash her a calm smile. <<you "Look you can try to play it down all you want, but we both know what's going on here.">> <<brianna "Oh? What exactly do you think is going on here?">> she asks playfully. Ok, you think to yourself...here goes. <<you "Well, you could have done yoga at home, in private, but you didn't. You came all the way here and did it right in the middle of campus. You're dressed up in the tightest, skimpiest clothes you could find. You're hair is all done up and your make up is perfect. You're not even breaking a sweat out here.">> She gives you a cute little face that lets you know you've caught her. You continue, <<you "No, I think you came out here hoping that guys would stare at you, fantasize about you, and maybe come over and hit on you. Am I right?">> <<brianna "Okay, maybe I do want them to look at me, I mean, it takes a lot of hard work to keep a body in shape like this. So I'm not going to be ashamed to show it off!">> She turns around and squeezes her ass, bouncing her firm cheeks up and down in front of you. She's not wrong about her body. It's amazing and it must have taken her a lot of work to maintain it. <<you "See, you admitted it. Was that so hard?">> She pauses for a moment, then asks, <<brianna "So, since you know so much about me, mister smarty pants, then tell me something about you. Like, what are you doing here on campus?">> <<you "I just got hired here for the upcoming term. I'll be teaching Psychology and Human Sexuality. I'm also the new head of psychological counseling.">> <<brianna "So that's how you knew so much about me, huh? You're a head shrinker?">> You chuckle to yourself...If only she knew who you really were. <<you "That's right.">> you say. <<brianna "Well, I guess we're colleagues then. I teach Physical Education.">> She's a gym teacher. With a body like that, it makes sense. She continues <<brianna "So then, mister psychology and human sexuality. Tell me, what do I want now.">> She's still showing off her ass to you, looking back over her shoulder with a flirtatious expression. You think carefully about what to do next, then decide...fuck it, yolo. You grab her by the throat from behind and pull her body against yours. She gasps from shock, but doesn't resist at all. In fact, she starts grinding her ass against your crotch while you whisper in her ear. <<you "I don't think I have to tell you. You and I both know what you really want.">> She's breathing heavily now as you continue to softly choke her. <<nobr>><<link "''//She instinctively reaches down with her hand and tries to push your pants down.//''">><<set $brianna.note3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Just before she does, you release her and she stumbles forward, dazed and horny. You go right back to calmly doing yoga, and, after she's recovered, she does the same. After a while, you've had enough, so you start to walk back towards your apartment. She calls after you, <<brianna "See you around campus, $you.fakefirstName!">> You just ignore her and head home. <<set $sunday11c=1>><<set $brianna.intro=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<briannacorruptionGain 1>> <<briannaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg campus>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1113.jpg" alt="Brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1114.jpg" alt="Brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1115.jpg" alt="Brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/leafblower.jpg" alt="Man with leaf blower" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday1116.jpg" alt="Brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're lost in your daydream when she suddenly says, <<brianna "$you.fakefirstName, come closer and look at my arms. I want you to get a good look at my form.">> You take a step forward, being careful not to bump into her. She glances back then says, <<brianna "No, closer. Here, I'll do it.">> She backs up a step and your cock pokes her right in the center of her ass. She stops dead in her tracks. She says nothing. You both stand there, awkwardly. Maybe you're both realizing that if not for a few thin layers of fabric, you'd probably be in her ass right now; well, maybe just the tip. You're not sure what's going through her mind right now. You think there's a 50/50 chance she's going to turn around and kick you in the junk. But she doesn't, not at all. In fact, she just keeps the lesson going. <<brianna "Ok good, now extend your arms up, slowly.">> As she says it, she pushes back even more into your rock hard member. She grinds her ass up and down on it. When you woke up this morning, you really weren't sure what was going to happen to you today. After all, new island, new town, new identity, a whole new range of experiences to explore. That said, if someone told you that getting a free lapdance in the park was on the table, well...would you have believed them? I'm guessing not. Her movements are getting more and more assertive as she continues to subtly (and not so subtly) grind against you. She's lifted up her hips now so her pussy is rubbing right against your hard dick. You hear her breathing become louder and faster. Then she ups the ante. <<brianna "That's really good, $you.fakefirstName. Now use your hands to feel the correct position of my hips.">> Translation, grab my hips and grind me harder. Understood. You grab her hips and she shudders with pleasure. Her eyes glaze over and she throws her head back in passion. You whisper in her ear, <<you "You are an excellent teacher.">> She giggles with delight. You grind harder and faster, both of you edging towards climax. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's practically moaning now, moving her hips faster and faster.//''">><<set $brianna.note4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She's on a mission to cum and you're happy to be along for the ride. Just as you are both about to blow your respective wads, you're interrupted by the sound of a leafblower very nearby. You both snap to your senses and remember where you are. The landscaping crew hasn't noticed what you're doing...yet. You quickly separate and stand there, nervously. You look down at her crotch, her tight pants now soaked with her juices. <<you "I think you may need to do some laundry.">> you joke. She laughs and points to your crotch, <<brianna "You too buddy.">> You look down and realize yours are soaked too. She's a wet one this Brianna. You start laughing with her, both of you laughing harder and harder as the ridiculousness of your situation sinks in. She grabs her yoga mat and uses it to cover her wet crotch. She tosses you a towel from her gym bag. You try, in vain, to dry yourself off. You're about to leave when she gives you a business card with her number and says, <<brianna "You did great today. I teach lessons on the side, if you ever want to practice some more. Call me, OK?">> You take the card an reply, <<you "Of course I will! You're the best yoga teacher I know.">> She smiles and winks at you then heads off. You head back to your apartment, trying to cover your wet crotch and hoping to god you don't run into anyone you know. Luckily, given your current situation, it's unlikely that would happen. <<set $brianna.contact=true>><span class="alida">**Brianna's number has been added to your contacts**</span> <<set $sunday11c=1>><<set $brianna.intro=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<briannaloveGain 1>> <<briannaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>> <img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $day is 11 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0>>The phone rings a couple times and someone picks up. <<brianna "Hello this is Brianna Benson, who is calling?">> <<you "It's your new yoga student.">> <<brianna "$you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName! What's the matter, you want another lesson already?">> <<you "I think I need a cold shower after the last one, to be honest.">> <<brianna "I know what you mean!">> <<set $brianna.call11=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $brianna.call11 is 1>>You just called her and now you're gonna call her again? Have you no game? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $brianna.text11 is 1>>You just texted her. Don't call her too. It makes you seem needy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0>>The phone rings a couple times and someone picks up. <<brianna "Hello this is Brianna Benson, who is calling?">> <<you "It's your new yoga student.">> <<brianna "$you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName! What's the matter, you want another lesson already?">> <<you "I think I need a cold shower after the last one, to be honest.">> <<brianna "I know what you mean!">> <<set $brianna.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call11 is 1>>The phone rings a few times and then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey you! You caught me about to jump in the shower.">> <<you "A cold one?">> <<brianna "Oh I don't need a cold shower anymore. I...took care of myself, if you know what I mean.">> <<you "Oh fuck, you keep talking like that and I really will need a cold shower!">> She laughs. <<brianna "You're funny. Maybe we'll bump into each other on campus tomorrow.">> <<you "You mean like we 'bumped' into each other during yoga?">> <<brianna "Oh you're bad! I gotta go. See ya later, $you.fakefirstName.">> <<you "See ya!">> <<set $brianna.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1>>The phone rings a few times and then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey you! You caught me about to jump in the shower.">> <<you "What a coincidence, I'm naked too!">> <<brianna "You about to take a shower as well?">> <<you "No, I'm just out and about in town.">> She laughs. <<brianna "You're walking around town, naked?">> <<you "Listen, the human body is a beautiful and natural- Oh shit it's the cops. Gotta go!">> <<set $brianna.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.call12 is 1>>You just called her. You can't call her again, silly! <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.text12 is 1>>You just texted her, now you want to call her? Kinda desperate, don't you think? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hello?">> <<you "Hey Brianna, it's $you.fakefirstName.">> <<brianna "Oh hey! I was hoping you'd call me.">> <<you "Well I really enjoyed the yoga lesson today, and I wanted to thank you.">> <<brianna "Yeah I think we both enjoyed it! Hopefully we can do it again soon.">> <<you "You got it. Well, thanks again.">> <<brianna "No worries. Make sure I see you soon!">> <<set $brianna.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 1 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey $you.fakefirstName! What's going on?">> <<you "Just seeing what you're up to.">> <<brianna "I'm about to go for a jog.">> <<you "Yoga? Now jogging? In the same day?">> <<brianna "You think this body maintains itself?">> <<you "I guess not. Well, godspeed! You're doing excellent work!">> She laughs. <<brianna "Bye $you.fakefirstName. See you soon.">> <<set $brianna.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey $you.fakefirstName! What's going on?">> <<you "Just seeing what you're up to.">> <<brianna "I'm about to go for a jog.">> <<you "Yoga? Now jogging? In the same day?">> <<brianna "You think this body maintains itself?">> <<you "I guess not. Well, godspeed! You're doing excellent work!">> She laughs. <<brianna "Bye $you.fakefirstName. See you soon.">> <<set $brianna.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 1 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey $you.fakefirstName! What's going on?">> <<you "Just seeing what you're up to.">> <<brianna "I'm about to go for a jog.">> <<you "Yoga? Now jogging? In the same day?">> <<brianna "You think this body maintains itself?">> <<you "I guess not. Well, godspeed! You're doing excellent work!">> She laughs. <<brianna "Bye $you.fakefirstName. See you soon.">> <<set $brianna.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 1 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey $you.fakefirstName! What's going on?">> <<you "Just seeing what you're up to.">> <<brianna "I'm about to go for a jog.">> <<you "Yoga? Now jogging? In the same day?">> <<brianna "You think this body maintains itself?">> <<you "I guess not. Well, godspeed! You're doing excellent work!">> She laughs. <<brianna "Bye $you.fakefirstName. See you soon.">> <<set $brianna.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1 and $brianna.call12 is 1 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey $you.fakefirstName! Are you calling from jail?">> <<you "Nah girl! Them cops can't hold me!">> She laughs. <<brianna "So are you still naked?">> <<you "Wouldn't you like to know.">> <<brianna "I am">> <<you "You are what?">> <<brianna "Naked.">> <<you "You little tease!">> She giggles. <<set $brianna.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 1 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 1 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey you! What's up?">> <<you "You wanna hear something funny?">> <<brianna "OK sure.">> <<you "I took a shower, and there's something wrong with my water heater. It actually was a cold shower">> She laughs. <<brianna "Well, maybe you really needed it after all!">> <<you "Yeah, maybe. Hey you don't happen to know anything about water heaters do you?">> She laughs again. <<brianna "Good night, $you.fakefirstName.">> <<set $brianna.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 1 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 1 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey you! What's up?">> <<you "Just wondering when I'm gonna get another pic from you.">> <<brianna "Oh no you don't. You gotta send me one first.">> <<you "I can probably do that...I think.">> She laughs. <<brianna "You don't sound too confident.">> <<you "Yeah its not something I do too often.">> She laughs again. <<brianna "Well, I'll be waiting!">> <<set $brianna.call13=1>><<set $brianna.pic13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 1 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey you! What's up?">> <<you "Just wondering when I'm gonna get another pic from you.">> <<brianna "Oh no you don't. You gotta send me one first.">> <<you "I can probably do that...I think.">> She laughs. <<brianna "You don't sound too confident.">> <<you "Yeah its not something I do too often.">> She laughs again. <<brianna "Well, I'll be waiting!">> <<set $brianna.call13=1>><<set $brianna.pic13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call13 is 1>>You just called her. Leave her alone for now. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.text13 is 1>>You just texted her. Calling her too would be a little creepy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $brianna.call21 is 0 and $brianna.text21 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey $you.fakefirstName! I was hoping I'd hear from you today! How's it going?">> <<you "Not bad. I had my first class today. I think it went well.">> <<brianna "I bet all those girls are in love with you already.">> <<you "Jesus! I really hope not.">> She laughs. <<you "What are you up to?">> <<brianna "Playing around in the photo studio. Come join me! It's in the Fine Arts Building">> <<you "I just might do that.">> <<set $brianna.call21=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $brianna.call21 is 1>>If you were cool, you'd know not to call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $brianna.text21 is 1>>If you were cool, you'd know not to call her after you just texted her. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $brianna.call41 is 0 and $brianna.text41 is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up. <<brianna "Hey $you.fakefirstName! I was just thinking about you.">> <<you "Really?">> <<brianna "Yeah. I was thinking about how good you fucked me.">> <<you "Jesus!">> She laughs. <<you "I guess you're a little horny today.">> <<brianna "$you.fakefirstName, I'm horny everyday.">> <<you "Noted.">> <<set $brianna.call41=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $brianna.call41 is 1>>If you were cool, you'd know not to call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $brianna.text41 is 1>>If you were cool, you'd know not to call her after you just texted her. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 11 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Brianna its $you.fakefirstName. Thanks again for the yoga lesson! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> HaHaHa! I'm looking forward to our next one! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> We gonna get together soon? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Count on it. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya, yoga teacher. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya, yoga student hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text11=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $brianna.call11 is 1>>You just called her. Don't text her too! Sheeesh! <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 11 and $brianna.text11 is 1>>Really? What else could you possible have to text her about? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call11 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Brianna its $you.fakefirstName. Thanks again for the yoga lesson! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> HaHaHa! I'm looking forward to our next one! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> We gonna get together soon? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Count on it. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya, yoga teacher. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya, yoga student hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> About to get in the shower </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Damn girl are you nekkid? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> <<link [img[images/brianna/briannaselfie1.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("briannapics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> What do you think? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I think I'm gonna save this picture for later! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.call11 is 1>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> About to get in the shower </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Damn girl are you nekkid? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> <<link [img[images/brianna/briannaselfie1.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("briannapics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> What do you think? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I think I'm gonna save this picture for later! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.call12 is 1>>You just called her, now you need to text her? C'mon man, you're better than that. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $brianna.text12 is 1>>Don't text her again. That would be weird. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Brianna its $you.fakefirstName. Thanks again for the yoga lesson! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> HaHaHa! I'm looking forward to our next one! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> We gonna get together soon? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Count on it. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya, yoga teacher. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya, yoga student hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 1 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> About to go for a jog </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Yoga in the morning jogging in the evening </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Damn ur dedicated </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Damn right! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Its how I stay hot hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 1 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> About to go for a jog </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Yoga in the morning jogging in the evening </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Damn ur dedicated </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Damn right! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Its how I stay hot hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 1 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> About to go for a jog </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Yoga in the morning jogging in the evening </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Damn ur dedicated </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Damn right! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Its how I stay hot hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> About to go for a jog </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> Yoga in the morning jogging in the evening </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Damn ur dedicated </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Damn right! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Its how I stay hot hehe! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 1 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 1 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I was looking at that pic you sent me </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Oh yeah? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> <<link [img[images/sunday1/dickpic.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("youpics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Thought I'd return the favor </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Not bad! But next time show your whole body! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Why do guys think we just want to see your dick lmao </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 1 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I was looking at that pic you sent me </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Oh yeah? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> <<link [img[images/sunday1/dickpic.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("youpics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Thought I'd return the favor </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Not bad! But next time show your whole body! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Why do guys think we just want to see your dick lmao </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 1 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 1 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> You wanna hear something funny? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Sure </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> My water heater is broken </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I actually took a cold shower </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Lmao </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Did it work? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Nope </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1 and $brianna.call12 is 1 and $brianna.text12 is 0 and $brianna.call13 is 0 and $brianna.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey you still naked? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> <<link [img[images/brianna/briannaselfie1.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("briannapics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> <<link [img[images/sunday1/dickpic.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("youpics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Where's the rest of you? lmao </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Just sent the important part </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 1 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 1 and $brianna.call13 is 1 and $brianna.text13 is 0 and $brianna.pic13 is 1>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> <<link [img[images/sunday1/dickpic.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("youpics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> How's this? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Not bad! But next time show your whole body! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Why do guys think we just want to see your dick lmao </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> You gonna send me another now? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> <<link [img[images/brianna/briannaselfie.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("briannapics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call11 is 1 and $brianna.text11 is 0 and $brianna.call12 is 0 and $brianna.text12 is 1 and $brianna.call13 is 1 and $brianna.text13 is 0 and $brianna.pic13 is 1>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message"> <<link [img[images/sunday1/dickpic.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("youpics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> How's this? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Not bad! But next time show your whole body! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Why do guys think we just want to see your dick lmao </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> You gonna send me another now? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> <<link [img[images/brianna/briannaselfie.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("briannapics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.call13 is 1 and $brianna.pic13 is 0>>You already called her. Don't text her too! Chill out. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.text13 is 1>>You just texted her. Leave her alone, dude. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $brianna.call21 is 0 and $brianna.text21 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey what are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Playing around in the photo studio </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Where's that? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> In the Fine Arts Building </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Come join me! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> <<link [img[images/brianna/briannaselfie2.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("briannapics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text21=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $brianna.call21 is 1>>Be cool. Don't bug her again. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $brianna.text21 is 1>>Be cool. Don't bug her again. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $brianna.call41 is 0 and $brianna.text41 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey sexy! You got anything for me today? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Hehe! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Hold on a min </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> <<link [img[images/brianna/briannaselfie3.jpg]]>> <<script>> Dialog.wiki(Story.get("briannapics").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Fuck you're hot! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Wait, where are you? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Wouldn't you like to know! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $brianna.text41=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $brianna.call41 is 1>>Be cool. Don't bug her again. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $brianna.text41 is 1>>Be cool. Don't bug her again. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>><<bg apartment>><<set $sunday11b=1>> <img src="images/sunday1/lessonplan1.jpg" alt="a person working at a computer" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $lesson1 is 1>>You decide it's best to have everyone in the class talk about their sexual history. Once it's all out in the open, it will be easier to figure out just what they know and don't know. Some of them may resist, but it will be important to assert your authority early in the school term. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>> You decide you want the class curriculum to be driven by the students. They will get the best experience and will be less resistant to learning new things if they feel like they have some agency in what is being taught. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1117.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/barbiecloset.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1111.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1118.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You arrive at her house and head inside. She stands there awkwardly looking like she's not sure what to do. <<you "Which way's the bedroom?">> you ask. She looks down a hallway and says, <<barbie "Back there, why?">> <<you "Because I'm going to make you look sexy, but like... normal sexy, not...">> you gesture to her whole outfit, <<you "...weird, sad sexy.">> She starts to pout and tries to say something, but you don't have time for that. <<you "GO! BEDROOM! NOW!">> She hurries off down the hallway and you follow. When you arrive in her bedroom, she opens her closet door, then stands there waiting for you to say something. You don't even look in her closet, you keep looking at her. <<you "OK Babs, how old are you?">> She swallows hard and starts breathing faster. <<barbie "I'm 39,">> <<nobr>><<link "''//she says cautiously.//''">><<set $barbie.note11=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "Babs, how old are you?">> She realizes she's going to have to be straight with you. <<barbie "$barbie.age.">> <<you "You look very good for $barbie.age. That's not an insult, it's a compliment. Don't think of yourself as a faded 18 year old, think of yourself as a hot $barbie.age year old, and dress like that. How did you get that younger professor to fuck you?">> She tenses up at the mention of her past indiscretions. You notice her apprehension. <<you "Look we both know what you did. No sense being shy about that shit now, am I right?">> This seems to relax her and she says, <<barbie "Well, I'm not sure he really thought I was all that attractive. He told me that he just had a sort of boss fetish and it was just a one time thing">> You doubt that whomever it was she fucked didn't find her attractive. In fact, if that little weiner really had a boss fetish, he was probably dreaming about all the different ways he wanted to bone her. Then one day she just flipped the open-pussy-switch and made his year. Lucky little weiner. But, getting back to the topic at hand... <<you "OK, let's not make this harder than it has to be. Do you have a pair of tight jeans that make your ass look good?">> She goes for a pair right away. <<barbie "Yes these.">> She hands them to you. <<you "Do you have a skimpy, tight top that makes your tits look good?">> She pulls out a red spaghetti strap tank top and hands it to you as well. <<you "Great.">> you say as you toss them both onto her bed. <<you "Put those on, I'll wait in the living room.">> You start to leave but stop and grab a black leather jacket from the closet. <<you "This too,">> you say as you toss it to her. <<you "Take that stupid bow out of your hair.">> She nods and starts getting changed as you head out to of the bedroom. Just before you leave you call out, <<you "And take off all that weird eye makeup. You look like you're about to get facefucked in a porn video.">> You take a moment to picture that in your head then you leave to wait in the living room. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1af2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1119.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1120.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cockout.gif" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday116.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday117.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday118.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday119.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>After a few minutes waiting in the living room, Babs makes her entrance. She looks like that mom that's a regular in the spankbanks of all her son's friends, or like your hot boss who has no idea she's going to be blowing you in a few minutes. <<you "See Babs, this is a great look for you.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back. <<you "Now let me see how your tits look in that top.">> She hesitantly unzips the jacket, then pulls it open to reveal her massive knockers. You have no idea what material that top is made of, but it must have been designed by NASA to be able to hold back such enormous breasts. <<you "Goddamn Babs, you are really getting your money's worth out of that top,">> you say. She laughs and looks down at her massive breasts. <<you "Take off that jacket and let me get a better look.">> She does as she's told. You've got to give her credit, she's kept herself in great shape (along with some custom silicon upgrades). She's really enjoying showing off now, exuding happines and confidence. You try to gauge how comfortable she's feeling. <<you "Babs, just between you and me, how much did those tits cost?">> She giggles, <<barbie "I don't even know. They were my ex-husband's idea. He paid for them.">> <<you "Well, I'm glad he did!">> you exclaim. She laughs even harder now and says, <<barbie "Me too, I guess!">> You both start laughing, then she pulls her shirt up and her massive boobs flop out into the open. She giggles as she shows them off to you, shaking and bouncing them a little. <<barbie "You were right about this, I feel great!">> You smile and look right at her as you unzip your pants and pull out your cock. The mood in the room has changed significantly. Babs looks suddenly...uncomfortable. <<barbie "What are you doing?">> she asks as you stroke your dick. <<you "I figured you'd want to thank me for helping you.">> you say, nonchalantly. Her mind is struggling to adjust to what's happening. Then she blurts out, <<barbie "But aren't you gay?">> This is certainly not what you thought was going on in her head. <<you "You think I'm gay? Why, because I'm kinda mean and I have great fashion sense?">> She stares at you incredulously. <<barbie "Well, yeah?">> <<you "Well, I'm not. So get over here and suck my cock I don't have all day!">> you yell. She startles at first, but then quickly complies. She gets on her knees in front of you and gets to work. She sucks cock like an expert, alternating between deep strokes and working the sensitive tip. She uses her hands to stroke you while she licks the head of your cock. As she sucks you off, you keep getting glimpses of her massive boobs jiggling around below. You stand up quickly, and she backs up waiting for your next move. <<you "Push your tits together Babs.">> you say. She smiles and does as she's told. The great thing about fucking big grapefruit tits like hers is that they make the perfect dick-sized hole in between them. Maybe her tits were designed by NASA too. Whoever designed them, pushing and rubbing your dick in between them is quite the feeling. And you're pretty sure Babs is enjoying herself too. But now it's time to see how much of a slut she really is. You pull your dick out from between her tits and stand there with it in her face. She know exactly what to do next. She grabs your thighs and starts fucking her face with your cock; choking and slobbering, spit and drool dripping down across her big bouncing tits. You stand there, getting increasingly close to climax, just thinking about the situation. Your boss, whom you made cry yesterday, is on her knees devouring your cock. And all you did was give her some fashion advice. This is already shaping up to be a really weird day. You feel yourself getting very close so you warn her, <<you "Babs, I'm gonna cum!">> She pulls her head off your cock and sits back on her heels. <<you "Push your tits together!">> She smiles and does as she's told, just as you bust and spray shot after shot of warm cum all across her chest. It drips down and pools between her tits as she licks her lips. As you fall back on the couch, she gets up and sits down next to you. The two of you stare off mindlessly. <<barbie "Still got it,">> she says with a laugh. <<you "Agreed,">> you reply. <<set $sunday11a=1>><<set $barbie.second=2>><<set $barbie.blow=1>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<barbieloveGain 1>> <<barbieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1121.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/barbiehouse.jpg" alt="barbie's house" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1124.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You smile and slowly walk over to her, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When you get close to her you ask, <<you "What have you got there, Barbie?">> and point to the tangerine. She holds it out to you and says, <<barbie "You want some? It's really good.">> You take it from her, then ask, <<you "Is it wet and juicy?">> She giggles and winks at you. <<barbie "It's juicy...and VERY wet.">> she whispers. You eat a few pieces and give the rest back to her. She was right, your fingers are all covered in juice. You reach them out in front of her and say, calmly but firmly, <<you "Clean them.">> An excited look flashes in her eyes and she bites her lip, coyly. <<you "Go on. You know what to do.">> With your approval, she leans forward and takes your fingers in her mouth, sucking them each clean, individually. You smile and ask her, <<you "Is there somewhere else we could go?">> She knows exactly what you're thinking, and she's thinking the same thing. She takes you by the arm and leads you out of the store. You two walk quickly around the corner and into a nearby house (which you assume is hers). The moment you get inside, she starts grabbing you and trying desperately to kiss you. You push her off. She looks a little surprised. You say, <<you "Not yet.">> She's clearly hornier than all hell, but she waits patiently for you to speak. <<you "Barbie, I want you to go to your room and change into the sluttiest thing you own. I'll be waiting in the living room.">> She hurries off excitedly and after several minutes she returns wearing skimpy pink and green lingerie. It's EXTREMELY slutty. <<barbie "Is this slutty enough for you, $you.fakefirstName?">> she asks as she squeezes her big ass. <<you "It'll do. And you should call me sir.">> you say. <<barbie "Yes sir.">> she says with a smile. <<nobr>><<link "''//She seems to get even more turned on at the prospect of calling you sir.//''">><<set $barbie.note12=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> It makes sense for someone in her position. When you spend all day bossing people around, having to make all the decisions, and having to be responsible for all the consequences; sometimes you just want someone else to take charge and just tell you what to suck on. You have no problem being that someone else. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ag1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1121.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/barbiehouse.jpg" alt="barbie's house" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1122.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You smile warmly at her and walk over to greet her. <<you "Good Morning, Barbie. I was hoping I might run into you here.">> She pulls you in for a hug and gives you a slightly-too-long kiss on the cheek. Somehow during your hug, she's managed to squish her tangerine on your chest. You both look down and notice the stain on your shirt. You both start giggling and you joke, <<you "Barbie, this is literally my last clean shirt.">> She puts on an exaggerated look of worry. <<barbie "Oh no! I'm so sorry!">> She keeps giggling. You play along with her joke. <<you "You should be, Miss Tangerine. How am I supposed to go around for the rest of the day with this mess on my shirt?">> you ask, facetiously. <<barbie "Well I can't have one of my valued employees being all wet and messy can I? I guess I'm going to have to take care of you. C'mon, we can get you cleaned up at my house. It's just around the corner.">> Well, this is a fortunate turn of events. She's taking you to her house. You get the feeling there's more than just a clean shirt in your future. A couple minutes walk and you both arrive at her house. She takes off her shoes at the front door and you do the same. <<barbie "OK, gimme that shirt,">> she says, gesturing to your t-shirt. You take it off and make to hand it to her. She takes a moment to subtly admire your chest. You feel a little nervous and are trying to think of something to say when she speaks first. <<barbie "Oh shit,">> she says, looking down at her clothes. <<barbie "I think I got some on me too. Guess I'll have to throw this in the wash as well.">> With that, she takes off her top revealing a lacy blue bra beneath which cradles her massive breasts. She grabs your shirt out of your hands and heads down a hallway, you assume to the laundry room. As she walks away, she says, <<barbie "You can just wait in the living room. I'll be back in a minute.">> <<you "OK.">> you say as you wander into the living room. It's a weird feeling walking around her house without your shirt. Even though you two seemed to have an instant connection yesterday, she's still basically a stranger, and you're in her living room, half-naked. Still, she seems to be completely comfortable, after all, she's half naked too. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ah1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1123.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're waiting patiently in the living room when Barbie returns from the laundry room. Not only is she not wearing her shirt, but she seems to have removed her skirt as well. She's stripped down to just her underwear now. You can't take your eyes off of her body. She notices you looking and smiles seductively. You nervously joke, <<you "Looks like you needed to wash that skirt too, huh Barbie?">> She laughs and says, <<barbie "Well, I've been a bit of a dirty girl this morning.">> <<you "Nothing wrong with that. I mean, we all get a little dirty sometimes, right?">> She takes a few slow steps closer to you and says, <<barbie "Of course we do, that's just life.">> You're pretty sure of where this is all going, and you continue to push it in that direction. <<you "I think it's kinda fun to get a little dirty now and then. What do you think?">> <<barbie "Oh, absolutely! Even when we get a little dirty, it's nothing that can't be cleaned up later, right?">> She's standing really close to you now, as you look up at her from your seat on the couch. She's lightly and casually rubbing her body, as if instinctually. You're starting to get really turned on too; you can feel the blood rushing to your cock. <<barbie "You wanna get a little dirty with me, $you.fakefirstName?">> she asks. You don't have enough blood in your brain to say anything witty, so you just nod. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ah2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1110.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1111.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1112.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1113.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1114.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1115.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1116.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Your gaze moves slowly across her voluptuous body. She rubs her pussy through her panties with one hand, while the other massages her breasts through her lacy bra. <<barbie "Tell me you want to see my tits, $you.fakefirstName.">> What else can you say, she's got you. <<you "I want to see your tits, Barbie.">> She smiles and then slowly and sensually removes her bra, teasing you a little before freeing her two behemoths. She licks her lips, seductively and asks, <<barbie "Do you know what I want you to do next?">> she asks in a sultry voice. <<you "I have a pretty good idea,">> you say as you start to take off your pants. <<barbie "I want you to get really hard for me, OK baby?">> She smiles and starts to take off her panties. You stare at her beautiful pussy, fantasizing about sliding your cock into it. <<you "Not gonna be a problem, Barbie.">> you say, as you stroke your rock hard shaft. You continue to let her set the pace, after all, it's worked out pretty well so far. <<barbie "Stand up baby,">> She says as she continues to rub her body. You eagerly do as you're told. She squats down slowly, completely naked now except for her high heels, rubs her pussy and says, <<barbie "You've been such a good boy, I think it's time for me to drain those balls.">> She crawls forward and takes your throbbing cock in her mouth. The feeling is amazing, and after her teasing, you know you'll need to focus a little to keep from cumming too fast. She slowly bobs up and down on your cock, her lips and tongue working the tip while she strokes the shaft with her hand. She definitely knows her way around a dick. From what you knew about Barbie's situation, and from the nature of the interactions you've had with her so far, you assumed she was probably pretty lonely and possibly very horny. <<nobr>><<link "''//Looks like you were right.//''">><<set $barbie.note13=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You start to wonder if the whole squished tangerine thing was just an excuse to get you back to her place so she could blow you. Honestly, she's probably just trying to convince herself that she's still got it, even in her late 40s. If that's the case, you're happy to let her use you for the confidence boost. After a few minutes, Barbie starts to get serious about this whole "drain those balls" thing. She grabs you by the thighs and starts to deepthroat you. You can feel yourself hitting the back of her throat every time she bobs her head, but she just keeps pushing it deeper and deeper. She must sense that you are getting close to cumming so she pulls off and says, <<barbie "Not yet, baby. Sit down and let me finish you off.">> You flop back down on the couch and she slides up to you on the floor. She sits right between your legs and starts quickly and firmly stroking your pipe with her hand, while edging the tip with her tongue. The feeling is overwhelming and soon you're right on the brink. She must sense that you're close because the second your first shot hits her tongue, she closes her lips over your cock and takes your entire huge load in her mouth. You fall back into the couch, completely spent, as she giggles and plays with the cum in her mouth. There's still very little blood in your brain, but you manage to say three words: <<you "Best boss ever.">> She laughs at that, your cum gargling in her throat. You chuckle along from the couch. She leans forward, again taking your dick in her hand. With a proud smile she swallows your load and gives you a kiss right on your dick. <<barbie "You better believe it, baby.">> She says. <<set $sunday11a=1>><<set $barbie.second=4>><<set $barbie.call11=0>><<set $barbie.text11=0>><<set $barbie.blow=1>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<barbieloveGain 1>> <<barbieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1125.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1126.jpg" alt="barbie close up" class="left"> <</nobr>>Barbie is standing in front of you, showing off he ample assets. She's waiting for you to command her, so you do. <<you "Turn around baby, lemme see you from the front.">> She does exactly as you tell her to, showing off her huge breasts, barely covered by her lacy bra. She rubs her hands up and down them, stimulating her nipples and breathing heavily. You issue another order, <<you "Sit down and spread your legs.">> She complies immediately. <<you "Good girl. Now take your tits out.">> you say. She pulls them free from her bra and lets them hang out in the open. She smiles at you like she's posing for a photoshoot. You take out your hard cock and start rubbing it slowly. <<you "Are you a little whore, Barbie?">> you ask. Without hesitation, in a sultry voice, she replies, <<barbie "Yes sir.">> <<you "Are you my little whore?">> She replies again this time in an even more sultry voice, <<barbie "Oh god YES SIR.">> <<you "And what do little whores eat?">> you ask. She gets down on her knees and replies, <<barbie "Cum, sir.">> You smile at your little whore kneeling on the floor in front of you and say, <<you "Well then, what are you waiting for?">> With that, she excitedly crawls forward, puts her lips around your pulsating cock and starts to suck. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ag2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg barbiehouse>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1117.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1118.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1119.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1120.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesunday1121.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You grab her by the back of the head and forcefully pound your cock down her throat. She gags and chokes as bubbles and strands of spit and slobber dribble down onto her tits. She bounces them up and down as you push deeper and deeper into her warm, slutty throat. When you feel like she could use some air, you chivalrously pull your dick out and grant her a breath. She licks the slobber off your cock and tickles your balls a little. You gotta admit...she's a pretty good little whore. You feel like you should get more comfortable so you lie down on the floor and push your cock up in the air. She crawls in between your leg and waits patiently like an obedient dog. <<you "Suck it.">> you command. She immediately begins bobbing up and down on your pole. You grab her head and push it down on your cock. She sputters and gags, slobber dripping from her mouth. You thrust your hips, fucking her face like it was a pussy, pushing your dick even deeper. She chokes and slobbers again, but she's loving it. She smiles wide as she uses her spit to lube up and stroke your shaft. You think about how you ended up here. It didn't really take much effort. She pretty much threw herself at you. Now she's letting you fuck her throat and calling you sir. You must have really made a good impression on her yesterday. You stand up and look down at your good little whore. She looks up at you with those big blue eyes. She's sitting back on her heels with her hands on the ground between her legs. She looks like a puppy being trained how to sit, or a little whore being trained how to swallow a cock. You thrust violently into her mouth over and over. Just when you think she can't take any more, she surprises you by pushing your dick even farther down her throat, choking herself. Her eyes widen and tear up as she holds your cock in. Then with a gasp, she pulls it out, takes a breath, and continues sucking. She's moaning now as she rubs her wet pussy with one hand and cradles your balls with the other. The whole time, she has your turgid member deep in her throat. She continues to choke and slobber on it while she tickles your ball sack. As she pumps her head back and forth, you can hear the wet sound of your cock head hitting the back of her throat with every stroke. You're getting very close now, and you decide you want to leave your mark on your little whore. You pull your cock out of her wet slobbering mouth and push her down so you're jerking off right above her face. You grab her head and tilt it back as she instictively opens her mouth to receive your bounty. She smiles as you pump out rope after rope of sticky white cum. It dribbles down her face and into her mouth. Your load blown, you collapse onto the couch and after a few minutes you ask, <<you "Did you get enough cum, little whore?">> She smiles and replies, <<barbie "Yes sir.">> <<set $sunday11a=1>><<set $barbie.second=3>><<set $barbie.call11=0>><<set $barbie.text11=0>><<set $barbie.blow=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<barbiecorruptionGain 1>> <<barbieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday122.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday123.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/protectnuts.jpg" alt="a squirell protecting his nuts" class="left"> <</nobr>>You enter the room, quietly. She doesn't notice you as she is too busy with the thermostat. A steady stream of curse words flows from her mouth as she struggles with the little electronic box on the wall. <<gloria "FUCK YOU! Stupid fucking piece of shit! WHY THE FUCK WON'T YOU WORK?!?!">> The image of this classy woman dressed up all professional like, but screaming profanities at the top of her lungs is actually quite comical. You can't hold back your laughter and you start to chuckle as you lean against the wall of the classroom. She hears you and turns around suddenly. Her big, brown eyes are fiery with anger. She throws up her hands as she yells, <<gloria "What the fuck is so goddamn funny, huh?">> The more you try to stop laughing and answer her question, the more you laugh, increasingly uncontrollably. <<gloria "Stop fucking laughing at me!">> she yells. You're trying to stop, you really are, but you can't. The giggles have set in and you just have to ride out the wave. <<gloria "Get the fuck out of my classroom,">> she commands. You hear her but you are just too deep in your laughing fit to be able to do anything. <<nobr>><<link "''//The more you laugh, the angrier she gets.//''">><<set $gloria.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> The angrier she gets, the funnier it is. The funnier it is, the more you laugh. She's fuming now, her little hands balled up into clenched fists as she grinds her teeth. She approaches you as you continue to laugh. She starts to hit you, directing her blows at your torso. <<gloria "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!">> she screams as she pummels you with her fists. She's a skinny one, but she has wiry strength and hits harder than you expected. You instinctively raise your arms up in front of your chest and try to block as many of her shots as you can. This is no longer as funny as it was a few seconds ago. As she throws a punch, you grab her arm by the wrist and use your strength to control it. She swings with the other arm and you do the same thing with your other hand. She struggles against you, but she's definitely not strong enough to break free. The look on her face is a mix of shock and aggrivation. You have a pretty good idea of what's coming next so you preemptively lift your leg and use it to cover your balls. As predicted, she thrusts her knee towards your crotch, but it collides with your leg and glances off to the side; rule number one, protect your nuts. You're no longer laughing. You were actually planning on coming in to help her with whatever problem she was having, before you started laughing at her, of course. Now you're just pissed off that she tried to squish your grapes. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2aa1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday122.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/thermostat.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday124.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You walk into the room, annoucing yourself so as not to startle her. <<you "Hello?">> you say. She turns around, anger still boiling behind her expression. You ask her, <<you "Is there something I could maybe help with?">> She sighs and throws up her hands. <<gloria "I don't even fucking know at this point. I've been in this fucking sauna of a classroom sweating my tits off for almost an hour trying to make this fucking thermostat work. I just wanted to get set up in my new classroom before tomorrow and now... now I just want to scream...or cry...I don't know.">> You smile at her, empathetically. Sounds like she's had a really shitty day so far. <<you "I totally understand your pain, I just got hired, I don't know where my classroom is. I don't know where my office is. It's just all a real fucking mess.">> She smiles and laughs a little. <<gloria "Yeah, it's a huge fucking mess! I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I called maintainence and they said they'd send someone over, but they never showed up!">> <<you "Well,">> you say, <<you "I'm not great with electronics, but maybe I can help? My name is $you.fakefirstName, by the way, $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> <<gloria "Gloria Long. Nice to meet you. Sure, give it a shot if you want, but I think the thing is really broken.">> she says. You look closely at the thermostat and realize that you don't have the slightest idea how it works. You start experimenting, pushing different buttons to try to figure out what they each do. Gloria stands beside you, watching closely. You're getting increasingly sweaty. It feels like it's getting hotter in the room with every passing minute. Gloria seems to be feeling the heat as well. You can hear her breathing heavily as she unbuttons her blouse a little and fans herself with an empty folder. Suddenly she snaps and starts frantically stripping off her blouse. <<gloria "Arrggghh!! I can't take it any more! I'm so fucking hot and sweaty!">> she screams. She defiantly throws her blouse on the floor revealing a pair of perfect tits nestled in a sexy black bra. Beads of sweat drip down her neck and chest. Your cock awakens at the sight. She looks at you, looking at her, and says, <<gloria "You're not shy are you?">> You chuckle nervously. <<nobr>><<link "''//Damn, you think...she's not easily embarrassed.//''">><<set $gloria.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "No. I think it's perfectly acceptable, given the situation.">> She laughs. <<gloria "Well good. Glad you're not a prude or something.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2ab1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1212.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1211.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You stand in the doorway and yell, <<you "Ma'am, can you keep it down in here? I can hear you clear across the building.">> She whips around to face you. There's red hot anger in her expression. <<gloria "Did you just call me 'ma'am'?">> You look her up and down. She's extremely attractive. Beautiful brown hair, beautiful fit body; you'd put her age at about 40, but she's probably one of the hottest 40-year-olds that you've ever met. <<you "Well I don't think you're young enough anymore for me to call you 'miss,' do you?">> you joke. Her anger swells to white hot. You may have misread the room with that little quip, but there's nothing you can do about that now. She stares daggers at you from across the room. You're calculating in your mind what possible next moves she might make. You're estimating 50% she kicks you in the nuts, 25% she just leaves, 25% another unknown possibility. <<gloria "Who the fuck do you think you are?">> she says slowly, through gritted teeth. You debate whether you should tell her your name or not. She will find out eventually, but that last 25% is making you nervous and you don't want to give away any information. You decide that since the first joke went over so well, maybe you'll try another. <<you "I'm just a boy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him.">> The second joke does not go over well. She fumes at you from the other side of the room. <<you "Get it? It's like the line from that movie...the one with Hugh Grant...remember?">> She storms past you and out the door, pushing you aside on her way out. You lean out the door and yell down the hallway after her, <<you "Oh come on! You're like 40, how do you not remember that movie?!?!">> <<gloria "FUCK YOU!! I'M $gloria.age!!">> she screams as she exits the building, slamming the door behind her. I think you just made a new friend! <<set $sunday12a=1>><<set $gloria.intro=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday122.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday121.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You stand in the doorway debating what to do. She seems like she's having a bit of a moment, so maybe you should just let her be. Then again, she could probably use a helping hand. Best to first figure out exactly what's going on. <<you "What seems to be the problem here?">> you ask. She spins around and sees you standing there. She breathes a sigh of relief and says, <<gloria "Thank god you're finally here. I called you over an hour ago! What the hell is going on with the maintainence department at this school?">> You try to interrupt, <<you "Oh no, I'm not with the maint-">> She continues talking right over you. <<gloria "This stupid fucking thing only blows hot air and it won't stop doing it!">> she says, pointing at the thermostat. <<gloria "I've tried everything and nothing works, I mean,">> she gestures to the whole room, <<gloria "just feel how fucking hot it is in here right now!">> You again try to tell her that you're not a maintainence worker, but she's not paying attention. She's packing up her stuff and continuing to talk on and on. <<gloria "...and there's no way I'm going to stay here if it's going to be hot like this. I'm sweating through this fucking blouse. This thing is silk, you know!">> She's headed out the door. <<nobr>><<link "''//You're about to tell her that you're not from the maintainence department, but before you can, she speaks again.//''">><<set $gloria.note5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<gloria "Here take this,">> she says as she hands you a business card, <<gloria "and call me the minute you get this fixed. I just can't believe that this is how they expect me to work! There's no way I will stand for that level of disrespectful...">> Her voice trails off as she walks down the hall and out of the building, talking the whole way. You stand alone in the sweltering classroom, thinking about the beautiful little tornado of a woman you just met. You look at the card: Eva Long - Mathematics Department. Well, the good news is she gave you her phone number. The bad news is she thinks you're the maintainence guy. <<set $gloria.contact = true>><<set $sunday12a=1>><<set $gloria.intro=4>> <span class="alida">**Gloria's number has been added to your contacts**</span> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday125.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday126.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday124.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday127.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You push her back against her desk and press your body against her so she can't try to kick you again. She knows you're too strong for her so she tries to talk her way out of your grasp. With a look of well practiced false confidence, she asks, <<gloria "Well, are you going to fucking let me go, or do I start screaming 'RAPE'?">> You smile at her. This one has moxy. You like her a little more now. <<you "The building's empty. Scream all you want.">> you say, calmly. She smiles smugly, <<gloria "You sure about that?">> You're pretty sure. You've spent the last 10 minutes wandering around the building and didn't see or hear anyone except her. That said, it would be really dumb to get thrown in jail over something as stupid as this. She's standing her ground and she seems to be almost as good at manipulation as you are. Game recognizes game. She'd make a good con man...woman. <<you "If I let you go, are you gonna try to nut shot me again?">> you ask. She glares at you for a few seconds then sighs and says, <<gloria "No.">> The anger fades from her face and she smiles softly. <<gloria "Sorry about that.">> she says. You loosen your grip on her wrists. <<you "You know I was just defending myself...">> you say, diplomatically. <<gloria "Yeah I know...">> she says in a shy voice. Then suddenly she fakes like she's going to kick you in the nuts. You jump back and instinctively block. She laughs out loud. <<gloria "Gotcha! Jumpy-pants!">> You laugh along nervously. Her laughter grows and she pats you on the shoulder. You keep laughing too, but inside you can't help but think this chick is a little fucking crazy. But she's your kind of crazy. In the scuffle between you two, some of the buttons on her blouse have come undone, and her skirt has ridden up a bit. You can't help but notice her black lingerie peeking out from beneath her clothes. You feel your cock start to twitch. She notices your gaze and smiles, devilishly. <<gloria "Guess I should cover up, in case anyone were to walk in. Don't want them to think you're a rapist, right?">> she says as she starts to button up her shirt. You smile broadly. There's something about this crazy chick that really turns you on. <<you "What's your name?">> you ask. She smiles and says, <<gloria "Gloria.">> <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName.">> She's done getting her clothes all straightened out now. <<gloria "Well, $you.fakefirstName, I'm leaving. It's way too hot in here.">> she says as she heads towards the door. You're about to reply when she reaches out and gently rubs your cock through your pants and says, <<gloria "Sorry about trying to pop your pecker, sweetie.">> and with that, she's gone. <<nobr>><<link "''//You thought you had the upper hand there for a minute.//''">><<set $gloria.note3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Now you're just standing in an empty room, sweating and nursing an apprehensive boner. Damn, you think to yourself...she's good. <<set $sunday12a=1>><<set $gloria.intro=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<gloriacorruptionGain 1>> <<glorialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/sunday1/thermostat.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday128.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/wires.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday129.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>The thermostat is set on heat mode, but the temperature reads 72 degrees farenheit. Even when you turn it off heat mode, you can still hear air blowing from the vents. You point up to the vent on the ceiling right above her desk and ask, <<you "Can you stand up on your desk and put your hand up to the vent? I want to see if it's still blowing hot air after I switch it off of heat mode.">> <<gloria "Sure.">> she says as she starts to climb up on her desk. It's a little bit of a struggle for her in her tight black skirt and high heels. She's on all fours on the desk, and giving you quite the show for a few moments. Your cock awakens further. You try hard not to pop a massive boner in front of her. Finally she stands up and takes a moment to gain her balance. She holds her hand up to the vent as you fiddle with the controls. Every change you make seems to have no effect on the hot air coming out of the vents. she stays up there for a few minutes while you keep experimenting, but it's no use. She carefully gets down from the desk and comes over to stand beside you. You have the thermostat unit removed from the wall, though still connected to the wiring. <<gloria "Fuck it.">> she says. Suddenly she pushes you aside, reaches out, grabs the thermostat and yanks it hard off the wall. There is a shower of sparks and a loud popping sound as she severs the wires. You jump back, instinctively. As she stands there with the now disconnected thermostat in her hand, you hear the fans immediately wind down and stop. The room is still now. There's no more hot air blowing from the vents. You look at her, a little <<nobr>><<link "''//shocked by her drastic action.//''">><<set $gloria.note4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She shrugs and says, <<gloria "Problem solved!">> You both burst out laughing. It's a surreal situation, you both standing there, sweating; her half naked holding a broken thermostat while live wires sticking out of the wall emit occasional sparks. <<you "Yeah, I guess that's one way to fix it.">> You both continue laughing for a few more moments until the laughter naturally dies down. <<you "What are you going to tell maintainence about this?">> you ask. She puts the thermostat unit down on the desk and starts putting her blouse back on. <<gloria "Nothing. I already told them it was broken, right?">> She's not wrong, the thermostat is definitely broken. <<gloria "Besides, I don't plan on being here when they arrive.">> she says as she gathers up her things. The two of you head out the classroom door and down the hallway towards the building exit. As you near it, she asks, <<gloria "Are you the new sex teacher this term?">> You frown at her. <<you "Why do you say it like that? It makes me sound like Lester the Molester.">> She laughs and says, jokingly, <<gloria "No, Lester was the sex teacher last term...but he got fired.">> <<you "What for?">> you ask. <<gloria "Molesting.">> she replies. You laugh at her joke and she smiles at you. <<gloria "Thanks for trying to help me, sweetie,">> she says as she pulls you in for a hug. You start to part ways when she turns back and says, <<gloria "Make sure I see more of you around campus, $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> You flash her the "OK" sign and wink. She smiles back. She's pretty cool. You decide you like her. <<set $sunday12a=1>><<set $gloria.intro=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<glorialoveGain 1>> <<glorialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday122.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/taser.jpg" alt="a taser" class="left"> <</nobr>>You walk down the hall to her classroom and take a moment to listen. You hear jazz music playing softly inside. From the glimpse you got of her, you recognized that she had a pretty hot body. Time to see if she's gonna let you play with it. You throw the door open with out knocking. She jumps at the noise and spins around to see who just came in the room. She looks at you very nervously. She's breathing heavily and fidgeting with her hands. <<annie "Who are you? What are you doing?">> she asks in a shaky voice. You eye her up like a piece of meat. You were definitely right about her body. It's 100% certified, grade-A juicy. A pair of tight blue jeans hugs her sexy, round hips and a tight, button-down shirt can barely hold back her two massive, natural breasts. She's more than nervous now, with you leering at her. Her eyes keep darting to her purse on the desk, then back to you. They are filled with genuine fear. You had figured you would just come in and flirt with her, maybe toe the line on a sexual harassment suit, but now...you see the terror in her eyes, and it kinda turns you on. You hold complete power over her. She is at your mercy. <<you "I'm not going to rape you, if that's what you're thinking,">> you say, as you casually walk towards her purse on the desk. She's still frozen in fear in the corner of the room. When you said the word "rape," you could see her wince a little. <<nobr>><<link "''//You start to get the idea that she may be a rape survivor.//''">><<set $annie.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You know the morally right thing to do would be to just back off her, apologize, and leave...but looking at her cowering in the corner is giving you a massive, hardened-steel boner. Damn, you think to yourself...I'm fucked up in the head. As you near the desk, you reach into her purse and find a taser. You pull it out and hold it up to her. <<you "Is this what you were looking for? We're you planning on using this on me?">> As you say it, you push the button on the taser and electricity arcs across its prongs, making a snapping sound. The sound causes her to shiver and you can see tears in her eyes. You're really thinking you should back off now, you're clearly traumatizing this poor woman...but you're also alone in this building with her...and you're having too much fun. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2ba1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday122.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/taser.jpg" alt="a taser" class="left"> <</nobr>>As you near the door, you can hear jazz music playing on the other side. You open the door and step into the room. Your entrance startles the woman inside. She grabs her purse off of a nearby desk and starts frantically digging through it looking for something. You back up a step so you are in the doorway. You put your hands up apologetically. <<you "Whoa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I was just wondering if you could maybe help me?">> She stops looking through her purse and eyes you up, suspiciously. This woman is VERY on edge. <<annie "Who are you and what are you doing here?!">> she says, forcefully. <<you "It's okay, I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. I just got hired here and I was hoping you could help me find my office.">> She takes her hand out of her purse, but still remains suspicious of you. <<annie "What class are you teaching?">> she asks. This is starting to feel like a pop quiz or something. You calmly reply, <<you "Psychology and Human Sexuality. I'm also the new Head Psychological Counselor.">> She sets her purse down on the desk and takes a deep breath. Her expression relaxes a little bit, but she's clearly still on edge. You try to calm her down a little. <<you "Listen, I really am sorry. I didn't consider how it would feel for a woman, alone in the building, to suddenly be surprised by a strange man. That was really stupid of me and I truly hope you can forgive me.">> Your words seem to have done the trick. She lets out a nervous laugh and says, <<annie "Next time, knock, OK?">> You smile at her. <<you "I pinky swear.">> you say, holding up your pinky. She laughs some more. <<you "Just out of curiosity, what were you going for in your purse?">> you ask. She pulls out a taser and activates it. There's a snapping sound as the electricity arcs between the prongs. Your eyes widen and you say, <<you "Definitely knocking next time.">> <<annie "Yeah, you better.">> she says with a smile. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2bb1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday129.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/taser.jpg" alt="a taser" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/onfloor.jpg" alt="a man lying on the floor" class="left"> <</nobr>>As you approach the classroom door, you can hear jazz music playing softly from behind it. This gives you an idea. For some reason, you are feeling rather mischevious today, so you decide to play a little prank on this woman. Under the cover of the music, you quietly open the door, and sneak into the classroom. She has her back to you, standing on the other side of the room by her desk. She's looking through her purse for something. You quietly creep closer, slowly and carefully so as not to alert her. As you get within a few steps of her, you notice that her body seems to tense up ever so slightly. You freeze, wondering if she heard you, and hoping she didn't. After a moment, you continue moving forward, preparing to spring up and yell "Hello!" or "Surprise!" at any moment. You're seconds away from making your presence known when suddenly, the woman glances over her shoulder and notices you. You stop dead in your tracks like a deer in headlights. She lets out a panicked, bloodcurdling scream; so loud that it can probably be heard clear across campus. Before you can react, she pulls a taser out of her purse and slams the prong end straight into the middle of your chest. The feeling is unlike anything you've ever experienced. Every muscle in your body immediately begins to rapidly alternate between contracting and relaxing. You no longer have any control over your motor functions. You're still trying to say something to stop her, even as you fall to the floor, essentially paralyzed. As you lie there, struggling to breathe, move, and think, you hear her high heels clicking their way rapidly out the door and down the hallway. You can hear her screaming the whole way out of the building and into the parking lot. You're alone now. You have time to think. You regret your decision. You try not to involuntarily shit yourself. <<set $sunday12b=1>><<set $annie.intro=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday122.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday128.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday1210.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>As you approach the classroom door, you can hear soft jazz music playing on the other side. You don't want to startle this woman, seeing as she probably thinks she's alone in the building, so you gently knock on the door and wait for a response. From inside the room, you hear a sudden flurry of activity. After a few moments, a sweet voice from behind the door says, <<annie "Come in.">> You take that cue, open the door, and step inside. Now you get your first good look at the woman in the classroom. She's dressed casually in jeans and a button down shirt, both of which accentuate her curvacious body. Her hair is long, blonde, and silky. She peeks at you nervously from behind a pair of glasses, and fidgets with her hands on her jeans. She's extremely cute and you are smitten with her already. <<you "Hi,">> you say, apprehensively. She smiles timidly and replies, <<annie "Hi.">> You don't know what to say next, but you're desperate to end the uneasy silence in the room. <<you "...Hi.">> You blurt it out instictively and are immediately embarrased by your awkwardness. You blush. She giggles. <<annie "HI!">> she says, jokingly waving at you from across the room. You're even more embarrased now. You smile as you feel beads of flop sweat start to form on your forehead. <<you "OK, I'm just gonna leave. Have a nice life.">> you say as you turn back towards the door. She laughs and stops you. <<annie "No, stay! I was just kidding around a little.">> she says. Her reassuring tone compels you to remain. <<you "Can I try that again?">> you ask. She giggles. <<annie "OK.">> she says. You turn and head out the door closing it behind you. After a dramatic pause, you knock again. <<annie "Come in,">> she says. You assertively fling the door open, step inside and strike a superhero pose with your chest out and your hands on your hips. She breaks out laughing at the sight. <<you "Hello, beautiful woman!">> you say in your best superhero voice. <<you "My name is $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName! I am a confident and desirable man and I would like to talk to you!">> She's still laughing, and she begins to mock-applaud your second attempt. <<annie "Much better! Much better!">> she says through her laughter. You smile broadly and take a funny little bow after your performance. Her laughter subsides, and she reaches out for a handshake, saying, <<annie "I'm Annie McGrath. Nice to meet you.">> You shake her hand and smile. She asks, <<annie "So what would you like to talk to me about.">> You haven't thought about that, so your nervousness rears its ugly head once again. <<you "Ummmm...">> you say, as you stall for time. She saves you from yourself. <<annie "Let's start with why you're here, OK?">> she says <<nobr>><<link "''//with a warm, reassuring smile.//''">><<set $annie.note3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "Yes, right! I am a teacher. I teach Psychology and Human Sexuality!">> you say, somewhat robotically. She giggles a little and responds in a similar tone, <<annie "Cool! I am also a teacher. I teach English!">> <<you "What a coincidence! I speak English every day!">> you joke. She seems to like this and laughs out loud. Her laughter makes you feel more confident. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2bd1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday123.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday124.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday125.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're standing there smiling at her with the taser in your hand. She continues to quietly cry in the corner. This certainly has not gone as expected, but you never know what's going to happen when you meet new people, am I right? Then, all of a sudden, she starts unbuttoning her shirt. You shoot her a look of confusion. This is even more unexpected. <<you "What are you doing?">> you ask. <<annie "Just...just get it over with,">> she says, meekly through her tears. Damn. Even for a fucking psycho like you, this kinda feels bad man. You look at her in disbelief. <<you "Didn't you hear me? I said I'm NOT going to rape you.">> She stops what she's doing and looks at you. Her expression is a mixture of confusion, fear, and hope. <<annie "Will you please leave then?">> she asks. You frown at her and think about what to do next. She's clearly very upset. You need to make sure she doesn't tell anyone about this. Even though you, technically, haven't done anything wrong...it's gonna be the word of a poor-little-rape-victim against a horny-pervert-sex-teacher. You don't like your odds. You take a step towards her and she cowers, unable to look you in the eye. You hold out the taser for her to take. After a moment of you standing there, she notices that you're giving it back to her. She reaches out, slowly, like a nervous chipmunk, then she quickly snatches the taser out of your hand and points it back at you. You put your hands up and back away slowly. You speak calmly, <<you "Listen, miss I-don't-even-know-your-name...I think there has been a huge misunderstanding here. I just came in to see if you could help me find my new office.">> Her eyes widen and she says, <<annie "You work here?">> <<you "Yes. Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> you reply. <<you "And you?">> you ask. She takes a moment to reply. <<annie "English.">> <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> <<annie "Annie McGrath.">> <<you "Okay, Annie McGrath. Now we both know each other, and since we're going to be working together, I think it's best that we keep this little misunderstanding to ourselves.">> She thinks for a moment, then says, quietly, <<annie "Fine.">> <<you "Good. See ya around, Annie McGrath.">> you say and head out the door. She doesn't reply. As you walk down the hallway, you can hear her sobbing in the classroom. You probably should not be that aggressive with her going forward. On the other hand, she was about to just strip down and let you have your way with her. You're pretty sure a soft breeze would break her; definitely something to think about. <<set $sunday12b=1>><<set $annie.intro=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<anniecorruptionGain 1>> <<annieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday126.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday127.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday128.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/walkout.jpg" alt="a man walking out the door" class="left"> <</nobr>>She puts the taser back in her purse and sets it back down on the desk. You take a moment to look at her, discreetly. She really is quite beautiful. Her long, silky blonde hair and cute round face make her look like a real-life Disney princess. She notices you looking at her, and smiles, nervously. You awkwardly look away, trying to pretend you weren't just oogling her. An uncomfortable silence sets in as you both stand there wondering what to say next. You try to break it. <<you "So...I don't think you told me your name.">> She smiles and replies, <<annie "I'm Annie. Annie McGrath. I teach English.">> <<you "It's a pleasure to meet you, Annie McGrath.">> you say with a smile. She blushes and smiles back at you. She still seems a little off her game. You think she's probably just still recovering from the scare you gave her. But there's something else about her expression and body language that you can't quite pin down. She seems overly alert, but also curious; overly anxious, but overtly adorable. It's like she wants to connect with you, but something inside is vehemently restraining her from doing so. You can't quite figure her out, which doesn't often happen to you. You're momentarily lost in thought when her voice snaps you back to attention. <<annie "So how exactly is it that you can't find your office?">> She asks with a smile. <<you "Oh that? It's because I'm a bit of a moron, actually.">> She laughs out loud at your joke. It's the first time you see her anxiety wane a little and that makes you smile. You continue to joke, <<you "I went through the entire hiring and orientation process without actually asking where my office is.">> She laughs even more heartily. You continue, <<you "I don't even know if I have an office.">> She's struggling to control her laughter now. You join in laughing at your situation. There's something very theraputic about laughing alongside someone. It seems to relax her, completely. Your laughter subsides leaving another empty hole in the conversation. After a moment, you say, <<you "I also don't know where my classroom is.">> A laugh involuntarily leaves her mouth, becoming a cute kind of snort on the way out. Her eyes widen in embarrasement and she covers her mouth. You can't help but giggle, and your laughter triggers hers. The two of you laugh harder even than before. After you've both settled down, she says, <<annie "Well, I wish I could help you find your office and your classroom, but I really have no idea where they are. I'm afraid you might have come all the way here to campus for nothing.">> <<you "Well, I got to meet you, so that makes it all OK!">> you say, cheerfully. It's a pretty cringey line and you half-expect her to laugh at you. Instead, she surprises you a little, seeming to take it to heart. She smiles. <<annie "Aww! That's really sweet, thank you. I'm really happy I met you too!">> she says. <<nobr>><<link "''//She seems like a very wholesome girl.//''">><<set $annie.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> It's not often that a person in your line of work gets to meet someone wholesome, unless they're the mark, of course. But now with your fresh start, your new take on life...maybe this time can be different. Maybe there could be something good and pure between the two of you. You're getting too far ahead of yourself now, so you decide it would be a good time to part ways with Annie. You politely say your goodbyes and head out of the classroom. As you walk down the hallway towards the building exit, you hope that you will be able to get to know Annie better in the future. <<set $sunday12b=1>><<set $annie.intro=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<annieloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday1211.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday128.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesunday1212.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You get to the heart of the conversation. <<you "So, actually, I was hoping you could help me find my office. I just got hired and I have no idea where it is. I also don't know where my classroom is. Actually, I'm surprised I even remembered how to get to campus.">> She struggles to contain her laughter. <<you "I NEED HELP PLEASE HELP ME!">> you beg. She puts on an expression of mock suspiscion, taking off her glasses and using them to toy with her lip. It's extremely sexy and you can feel a sudden blood flow increase to your pecker. Calm down little guy, you think to yourself. <<annie "Hmmm...I don't know...What's in it for me?">> she asks. <<you "Dinner, wherever you want, whenever you want, my treat.">> you say. You've surprised even yourself with your directness, but she seems to be quite taken by it. She responds emphatically, <<annie "You got yourself a deal, mister!">> You smile at the sudden fortunate turn this conversation has taken. She smiles back. You gesture towards the door and say, <<you "OK then, lead the way.">> <<annie "Ummm...about that...">> she says, hesitantly. You give her a suspiscious look. <<you "You have no idea where my office is.">> She shakes her head. <<annie "Nope.">> she replies. <<you "You have no idea where my classroom is.">> She shakes her head again. <<annie "Nope.">> You frown at her and say, sarcastically, <<you "Well then, I guess I'm going to have to find another beautiful woman to take out to dinner.">> It's the second time in the short conversation that you've called her beautiful, and this time you notice her blushing at the compliment. <<annie "Aww...don't be like that.">> she says with feigned sadness. <<you "No, a deal is a deal, Miss McGrath. I am a man of my word and I'm sticking to my guns.">> She strikes a sexy pose, turning around to show off her ass and sensually playing with her hair. <<annie "Are you sure about that, Mr. $you.fakelastName?">> she asks. You reply immediately. <<you "No. Absolutely not. I retract my previous statement. Please give me your phone number before I fuck this up.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//She breaks out laughing and reaches out her hand.//''">><<set $annie.note4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<annie "Give me your phone,">> she says. You give it to her and she punches in her contact info. <<annie "Call me soon OK?">> <<you "OK!">> you say, with a beaming smile. <<annie "Bye, Mr. $you.fakelastName!">> she says. <<you "See you soon, Miss McGrath.">> you say as you exit the classroom. That worked out surprisingly well, you think to yourself. You're not usually that flustered by attractive women, but something about Annie McGrath has you shook. You head out of the building smiling and thinking about the next time you'll get to see her. <<set $annie.contact = true>><<set $sunday12b=1>><<set $annie.intro=4>> <span class="alida">**Annie's number has been added to your contacts**</span> <<empathyGain 1>> <<confidenceGain 1>> <<annieloveGain 2>> <<annieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>><<set $day=14>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/sunday1/rogermickey.jpg" alt="roger and mickey" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/beers.jpg" alt="beers" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/rogermickey.jpg" alt="roger and mickey" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/patreon.jpg" alt="patreon logo" class="left"> <<if $alida.intro is 3 and $barbie.second is 6 and $brianna.intro is 4 and $gloria.intro is 3 and $annie.intro is 3 and $kristen.intro is 1 and $katie.intro is 3 and $maria.intro is 3>><<set $sunday14=1>> <<elseif $alida.second is 7 and $barbie.second is 6 and $brianna.intro is 4 and $gloria.intro is 3 and $annie.intro is 3 and $kristen.intro is 1 and $katie.intro is 3 and $maria.intro is 3>><<set $sunday14=1>> <<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.blow is 1 or $barbie.blow is 1>><<set $sunday14=3>> <<else>><<set $sunday14=2>> <</if>> <</nobr>>You figure you should probably try to get some sleep. It's been a pretty long day. Even so, you don't feel very tired, so you decide to step outside your apartment for a little fresh air. Out in the little courtyard betweeen the apartment buildings, there's a few tables and chairs. At one table, you notice two older men drinking some beers and laughing with each other. When they see you, they motion for you to come join them. You head over and introduce yourself. <<you "Hey guys. I'm $you.fakefirstName. I just moved in.">> you say. They each introduce themselves. <<roger "Hey, $you.fakefirstName. I'm Roger... like the rabbit. This is my partner, Mickey.">> <<mickey "I'm Mickey...yes, like the mouse.">> You chuckle at their jokes. <<mickey "You want a cold one, $you.fakefirstName?">> <<you "Don't mind if I do. Thanks.">> you say as you take the beer and sit down. You pop the bottle cap off using the edge of the table (cool guy style). Mickey holds up his bottle. <<mickey "Cheers!">> he offers. You clink your bottle against his and take a big swig. <<mickey "So you just moved to the island, huh. Let me guess...Harrington Institute, right?">> <<you "Yep that's right. I'm teaching there.">> you say. Roger chimes in. <<roger "We can always tell. Young, single guy, new to town, doesn't smell like fish. It's gotta be the Institute.">> he says. Mickey laughs and you join him. <<you "Well...you got me.">> you say, taking another swig. <<you "So do you guys work there too?">> <<roger "No no no. We're both...self employed.">> he says. <<you "Drug dealers?">> you ask, jokingly. They both laugh out loud. <<mickey "Oh nothing like that. I'm a writer and Roger is an artist.">> <<you "Wow! That's great you guys can just make a living doing creative things you enjoy. How do you actually get money from it though?">> They tell you that people who enjoy their work donate to them on <a href="https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark" target="_blank">PATREON.</a> You're happy that there are generous people out there willing to donate their hard earned money to help creative people make a living doing what they enjoy. People who donate like that are really fucking awesome! <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-4a">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>> <img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $day is 12 and $gloria.call12 is 0 and $gloria.text12 is 0>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<gloria "Gloria Long. Who is this?">> <<you "$you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> <<gloria "I don't know any $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. If you're selling something or trying to get me to donate to something, the answer is no.">> <<you "I'm the guy from your classroom. The one you gave your card to.">> <<gloria "Oh great! Did you get it fixed?">> <<you "I'm not in the maintainence department. I'm a teacher like you. I just got hired.">> There is a pause. <<gloria "Well why the fuck didn't you say so?!">> She hangs up. <<set $gloria.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $gloria.call12 is 1>>You just called her and it didn't go that well. Don't call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $gloria.text12 is 1>>You just texted her, now you want to call her too? Bad idea. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.call12 is 0 and $gloria.text12 is 0 and $gloria.call13 is 0 and $gloria.text13 is 0>>The phone rings several time then someone picks up. <<gloria "Hello?">> <<you "Gloria Long?">> <<gloria "Yes, who is this?">> <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. We met earlier today in your classroom.">> <<gloria "Oh you're from maintainence right?">> <<you "Actually, no. I was trying to tell you earlier, but I'm a new teacher, not a maintainence guy. I just wanted to introduce myself.">> <<gloria "Oh fuck! So you mean that my classroom is gonna be like a fucking sauna tomorrow?!">> <<you "Yeah, probably. Unless the real maintainence guy ever showed up. Sorry. Seems like you had a shitty day.">> She laughs. <<gloria "Oh...you have no idea. What did you say your name was again?">> <<you "$you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> <<gloria "Well, $you.fakefirstName, it's nice to meet you.">> <<you "You too, Gloria.">> <<set $gloria.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.call12 is 1 and $gloria.text12 is 0 and $gloria.call13 is 0 and $gloria.text13 is 0>>The phone rings twice then someone picks up. <<gloria "Mister not a maintainence guy! How's it going?">> <<you "Ummmmm...">> <<gloria "Hey sorry I was a bitch before. It's been a really shitty day.">> <<you "Yeah no problem. We all have shitty days sometimes.">> <<gloria "So...what's up?">> <<you "I just wanted to talk to you before we started classes tomorrow. You know, make sure there was no confusion, no hard feelings.">> <<gloria "Oh no no. No hard feelings. I just...nevermind. Hey have a good night. I'll keep an eye out for you on campus.">> <<you "Same. Goodnight.">> <<set $gloria.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.call12 is 0 and $gloria.text12 is 1 and $gloria.call13 is 0 and $gloria.text13 is 0>>The phone rings twice then someone picks up. <<gloria "$you.fakefirstName?">> <<you "Hi Gloria.">> <<gloria "Hey what can I do for you?">> <<you "Just curious if you ever heard back from maintainence about your classroom">> <<gloria "Fuck no! That department is full of barely funcitoning retards! Pardon my...sorry about...sorry I said retard.">> <<you "I'll forgive you. Well what are you going to do about class tomorrow?">> <<gloria "I don't know...wear a bikini, maybe?">> <<you "I support that.">> She laughs. <<gloria "Yeah I bet you do! Anyway, thanks for checking in, $you.fakefirstName. Am I gonna see you tomorrow on campus?">> <<you "Sure. I'll wear my speedos!">> <<set $gloria.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.call13 is 1>>You just called her. Don't be a weirdo. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.text13 is 1>>You texted her already. Don't call her too, stalker. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $gloria.call21 is 0 and $gloria.text21 is 0>>The phone rings and rings then an automated message plays. //The wireless customer you are trying to reach has a voicemail box that is not set up.// <<set $gloria.call21=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $gloria.call21 is 1>>Don't call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $gloria.text21 is 1>>She didn't answer the text. Don't call her too. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $gloria.call41 is 0 and $gloria.text41 is 0>>The phone rings and rings then an automated message plays. //The wireless customer you are trying to reach has a voicemail box that is not set up.// <<set $gloria.call41=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $gloria.call41 is 1>>Don't call her again. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $gloria.text41 is 1>>She didn't answer the text. Don't call her too. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 12 and $gloria.call12 is 0 and $gloria.text12 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Gloria this is $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. We just met in your classroom. I'm not from the maintainence dept. I'm a new teacher. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> So my classroom is still like 1000 degrees? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I'm afraid so </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Fuck </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey why didn't you tell me you weren't maintainence? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I tried but you didn't let me get a word in </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> God you sound like my ex </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> That was a joke </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $gloria.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $gloria.call12 is 1>>You just called her. Don't text her too. Weirdchamp. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $gloria.text12 is 1>>You shouldn't text her again. What would you say? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.call12 is 0 and $gloria.text12 is 0 and $gloria.call13 is 0 and $gloria.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Gloria this is $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. We met earlier in your classroom. I'm not from the maintainence dept. I'm a new teacher. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> So my classroom is still like 1000 degrees? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Probably. Unless actual maintainence showed up </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Fuck </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey, not your problem. Sorry I sorta bulldozed you </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Yeah I tried to tell you, but you kinda just took off </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Sorry. Anyway nice to meet you have a good night. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> You too. Night </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $gloria.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.call12 is 1 and $gloria.text12 is 0 and $gloria.call13 is 0 and $gloria.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Gloria its $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. Are we cool? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Yes! Sorry I was bitchy. REALLY BAD DAY! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> That sucks. Sorry. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> That's okay </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Not your problem. Sorry again </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Apology accepted. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> I'd like that. Have a good night. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Goodnight </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $gloria.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.call12 is 0 and $gloria.text12 is 1 and $gloria.call13 is 0 and $gloria.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey did you ever hear back from maintainence? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> No. Assholes </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Haha. Sorry that sucks. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> FUCK MY LIFE! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> UGGGHHHH!! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Bad day? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> The fucking worst. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Sorry I don't want to bother you with my problems. Have a good night. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Goodnight </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $gloria.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.call13 is 1>>You just called her. Don't be desperate. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $gloria.text13 is 1>>You shouldn't call her after you just texted her. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $gloria.call21 is 0 and $gloria.text21 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Gloria how's classes going? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> ... </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $gloria.text21=1>> <</nobr>> Guess she's not available. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $gloria.call21 is 1>>Stop bugging her. Be better than that. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $gloria.text21 is 1>>Stop bugging her. Be better than that. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $gloria.call41 is 0 and $gloria.text41 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Gloria how's classes going? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> ... </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $gloria.text41=1>> <</nobr>> Guess she's not available. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $gloria.call41 is 1>>Stop bugging her. Be better than that. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $gloria.text41 is 1>>Stop bugging her. Be better than that. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>> <img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $day is 12 and $annie.call12 is 0 and $annie.text12 is 0>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<annie "Hello?">> <<you "Hey Annie, it's $you.fakefirstName. $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> She giggles. <<annie "Hey didn't I just talk to you?">> <<you "Yeah I just wanted to say that even though I was kinda awkward back there, I really was serious about taking you to dinner.">> <<annie "Aww that's sweet you called. Don't worry you weren't that awkward.">> <<you "Thanks for the confidence boost. I've been a little off my game since I moved here. I'm still getting used to it I guess.">> <<annie "Well, I thought you were funny and charming! And you better be serious about that dinner, mister!">> <<you "One hundred percent!">> <<annie "Good! Well, have a good one!">> <<you "You too. See ya later.">> <<set $annie.call12=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $annie.call12 is 1>>You're gonna call her again right after you just called her? SMH. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $annie.text12 is 1>>You're gonna call her right after you texted her? Creeper. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.call12 is 0 and $annie.text12 is 0 and $annie.call13 is 0 and $annie.text13 is 0>>The phone rings several times then someone answers. <<annie "Hello?">> <<you "Annie McGrath, it's $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> She giggles. <<annie "Well hello there, $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName! How are you?">> <<you "Oh, not bad. How about you?">> <<annie "Just peachy! Hey were you serious about that dinner?">> <<you "Yeah. Did I not seem serious?">> <<annie "No it's not that...just...did you mean like...a date?">> <<you "Yeah. Is that...do you still want to go?">> She giggles again. <<annie "Oh yes! I just...I wasn't sure. It's been a while since I've dated anyone.">> <<you "Well no pressure or anything, but I'd like to get to know you better.">> <<annie "Me too! Hey listen, I got something on the stove I gotta go. See you soon!">> <<you "Goodnight!">> <<set $annie.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.call12 is 1 and $annie.text12 is 0 and $annie.call13 is 0 and $annie.text13 is 0>>The phone rings several times then someone answers. <<annie "$you.fakefirstName?">> <<you "Hey Annie! What's up?">> <<annie "Nothing much, just making dinner. What's up with you?">> <<you "Nothing.">> There's a pause. <<annie "So...did you need something?">> <<you "Annie...I'll be honest...I don't remember why I called you.">> She laughs. <<annie "Well, maybe when you think of it, you can call me back, OK?">> <<you "I'm an idiot. Have a good night.">> She laughs again. <<annie "Goodnight, $you.fakefirstName.">> <<set $annie.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.call12 is 0 and $annie.text12 is 1 and $annie.call13 is 0 and $annie.text13 is 0>>The phone rings several times then someone answers. <<annie "$you.fakefirstName?">> <<you "Hey Annie! What's up?">> <<annie "Nothing much, just making dinner. What's up with you?">> <<you "Nothing.">> There's a pause. <<annie "So...did you need something?">> <<you "Annie...I'll be honest...I don't remember why I called you.">> She laughs. <<annie "Well, maybe when you think of it, you can call me back, OK?">> <<you "I'm an idiot. Have a good night.">> She laughs again. <<annie "Goodnight, $you.fakefirstName.">> <<set $annie.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.call13 is 1>>You just called her and now you want to call her again? That's a bit weird don't you think? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.text13 is 1>>Girls don't like clingy guys. You just texted her. Leave her alone for now. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $annie.call21 is 0 and $annie.text21 is 0>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<annie "Hi $you.fakefirstName! How's your first day going?">> <<you "So far, so good. How about you?">> <<annie "My first class isn't until tomorrow.">> <<you "Extra day off? Slacker!">> <<annie "You're just jealous!">> <<set $annie.call21=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $annie.call21 is 1>>Stop being so needy. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $annie.text21 is 1>>Stop being so needy. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $annie.call41 is 0 and $annie.text41 is 0>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<annie "Hi $you.fakefirstName! How are you?">> <<you "Better now that I'm talking to you.">> <<annie "Awwww! You're so sweet I could just eat you up!">> <<you "And you're so sweet I could just eat you...">> <<you "You know what? Never mind.">> <<annie "Huh?">> <<you "I gotta go, see ya!">> <<set $annie.call41=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $annie.call41 is 1>>Stop being so needy. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $annie.text41 is 1>>Stop being so needy. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 12 and $annie.call12 is 0 and $annie.text12 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Annie, it's $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. It was really nice meeting you just now. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Awww you too! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I don't know that many people here yet so thanks for being cool </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Hey no problem! You're funny and sweet so it was pretty easy </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Were you serious about that dinner? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Of course I was! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Good! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> See you again soon I hope </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $annie.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $annie.call12 is 1>>You just called her. It would be a little creepy if you texted her too. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 12 and $annie.text12 is 1>>You want to text her again? What's left to say? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.call12 is 0 and $annie.text12 is 0 and $annie.call13 is 0 and $annie.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Annie, it's $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. It was really nice meeting you today. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Awww you too! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I don't know that many people here yet so thanks for being cool </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Hey no problem! You're funny and sweet so it was pretty easy </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Were you serious about that dinner? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Of course I was! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Good! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> See you again soon I hope </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $annie.text12=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.call12 is 1 and $annie.text12 is 0 and $annie.call13 is 0 and $annie.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey there. What are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Making dinner. What about you? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Being bored </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Haha well I'm not sure I can help with that right now </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> What are you gonna make? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Just some baked chicken and vegetables </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Easy stuff </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Well, good luck and enjoy! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Thanks! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $annie.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.call12 is 0 and $annie.text12 is 1 and $annie.call13 is 0 and $annie.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey there. What are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Making dinner. What about you? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Being bored </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Haha well I'm not sure I can help with that right now </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> What are you gonna make? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Just some baked chicken and vegetables </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Easy stuff </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Well, good luck and enjoy! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Thanks! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $annie.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.call13 is 1>>Don't bother her again. You're gonna creep her out. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $annie.text13 is 1>>Really dude? You want to text her again? Be cooler than that. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $annie.text21 is 0 and $annie.call21 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey there. What are you up to? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Just watching some YooToob </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Don't you have class? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Not until tomorrow </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Lucky </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> How did your first class go? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I was worried a bit, but it went really well! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> That's great. Well, see you tomorrow, maybe! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> See ya! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $annie.text21=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $annie.call21 is 1>>Dude, you're really annoying! Stop bugging her. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $annie.text21 is 1>>Dude, you're really annoying! Stop bugging her. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $annie.text41 is 0 and $annie.call41 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Annie </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey $you.fakefirstName. What's up with you? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I was just thinking about you </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Aww that's sweet! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Class is starting gotta go </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Am I gonna see you again soon? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Count on it! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Yay! </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $annie.text41=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $annie.call41 is 1>>Dude, you're really annoying! Stop bugging her. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $annie.text41 is 1>>Dude, you're really annoying! Stop bugging her. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg laundry>> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday132.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/laundrysign.jpg" alt="a sign in a laundry room that warns customers to remove their clothes" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday133.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>She leaves with her laundry and you figure she's done using the machines...probably. Even if some of the clothes that are still being washed may be hers, you don't really care. No matter whose clothes they are, you need to use that machine right now, so you take action. One of the machines has just finished it's spin cycle and turned off. You open it up and see a load of what seems to be women's clothes inside. You start pulling the damp clothes out in large handfulls and dumping them on a nearby table. Someone is likely going to be pretty mad about that, but that's not your problem. You throw half of your clothes in, use some quarters to buy detergent from the vending machine, start the washer, and sit down in a chair in the corner to wait for your load to finish. You fart around on your phone while you are waiting. After a few minutes, the brunette woman returns. She sees the wrinkled pile of wet clothes sitting on the table and immediately looks at you with suspicion. <<katie "Did you do this?">> she asks, gesturing to the pile of wet clothes. You casually look up from your phone. <<you "Yep.">> you say and return to your phone. The woman stands there looking at you, incredulously. She's momentarily speechless. She's struggling to think of what to say, and she blurts out, <<katie "Why would you do that?!">> Without looking up from your phone, you point to a sign on the wall warning people not to leave their clothes unattended. She looks at the sign, then back to you. <<katie "The polite thing to do would have been to just ask me if I could move my stuff.">> she says, clearly annoyed. <<you "No, the polite thing to do would have been not to use all the machines at the same time. There are other people living in this apartment complex, you know.">> You think that this may aggrivate her more, not that you care, but instead, she seem to relent somewhat. <<katie "I'm sorry but I had a lot of laundry to do and not that much time.">> she says. You point to the half of your laundry that is still waiting to be washed and say, <<you "Oh yeah? Me too, sweetheart. But I had the decency to just use one machine and be patient. Besides, your wet clothes have only been sitting there for a few minutes. Just throw them in the dryer. This really shouldn't be that big of a deal.">> She frowns at you for a moment, then does as you suggested. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3ba1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg laundry>> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday138.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday139.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's about to leave with her laundry when you stop her and ask, <<you "Excuse me, are you using all of these machines?">> She looks a little embarrased and says, <<katie "Yes, sorry. I just had a lot of laundry to get done and this was the fastest way to do it all.">> You think it's kinda selfish to use all the machines at once, but she did apoligize so maybe that makes it a little better. Just then one of the machines ends it's cycle and shuts off. <<katie "Oh that one's mine that just finished. You can use that if you want.">> Perfect timing, you think to yourself. She puts down her clean laundry and starts to move the wet laundry from the washer to the dryer. You head to the detergent vending machine and are deciding which one to buy when she speaks to you from across the room. <<katie "Hey you can use some of mine if you want,">> she says, pointing to a big bottle of detergent on the table. <<katie "Those little ones from the machine are so expensive.">> You smile and walk over to her. <<you "Thank you. I owe you one.">> you say. She smiles back at you as she finishes up loading the dryer and starts it. She watches you as you start loading your clothes in the washer. <<katie "So I'm guessing you just moved in, right?">> You give her a sly smile and say, jokingly, <<you "Very perceptive...or...are you stalking me?">> She plays along, returning the same sly smile and asks, <<katie "Well...can't it be both?">> <<you "Oh my god! Are you some sort of horrible sex predator or something?">> you say, continuing the joke. She quickly steps in front of you, putting herself between you and the exit. <<katie "Well...now that you know my secret...I'm afraid I...I can't let you leave.">> she says with a sexy smile. You shrug and sit down on top of one of the machines. <<you "Ok, but if I'm going to be living in the laundry room now, I'll need plenty of snacks and a daily handjob.">> She laughs at your joke. <<katie "Well, I can only help you with one of those things.">> she replies. <<you "Good, cause I didn't really need snacks anyway.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//She laughs even more at that one.//''">><<set $katie.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She's really quite beautiful, you think; even moreso when she smiles. Mental note: make her smile as much as possible. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3bb1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg laundry>> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday1312.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/laundrysign.jpg" alt="a sign in a laundry room that warns customers to remove their clothes" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/redsockwhite.jpg" alt="a red sock mixed in with white laundry" class="left"> <</nobr>>She leaves the laundry room with her clean clothes. You stand there looking at all the machines...not an unused one to be found. You figure you'll have to wait until one becomes available so you set your dirty clothes down on a table and sit down to wait. After a minute or two, the brunette returns. She walks down the line of machines and stops to check the progress on each one. She IS using all the machines at once. What a selfish bitch, you think to yourself. After checking the machines, she again leaves and you are again alone in the room. You look over at the wall and see a sign that warns people not to leave their laundry unattended. You let out a little snort of laughter to yourself. There really should be a sign that says, "Don't be a selfish asshole and monopolize all the machines. Thank you!" You're no longer concerned about getting your laundry done. Now you just want to fuck over this selfish woman. You peek outside the laundry room to make sure she's not on her way back here. Seeing nothing, you go back in and head over to the machines she's using. You open them up and see that her whites are separated from her colors. You pull a soaking wet red sock out of her colors and throw it in with the whites. You restart the machines and stand there smiling to yourself. <<you "Hope you like pink, bitch!">> you say aloud to no one. You gather up your dirty clothes and quickly leave the scene before she returns. <<set $sunday13b=1>><<set $katie.intro=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg laundry>> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday138.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday1310.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday139.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>The woman takes her clean clothes and leaves the room. You look at all the machines, but they are all in use. You sit down to wait for one to become available. After a few minutes, one of the machines ends its spin cycle and you hear it shut off. Just then, the pretty brunette woman comes back and hurries over to the machine. As she's unloading it, she says, <<katie "Sorry, this one's mine. I'll get this stuff out of here and you can use it.">> You smile back and reply, <<you "No worries.">> <<katie "No, I shouldn't be using all the machines at once, that's pretty rude. I just had so much laundry to get done and I figured it would be faster this way.">> she says. You point to your own huge pile of laundry and say, <<you "Yeah, I know how you feel!">> Her eyes widen and then she looks ashamed. <<katie "Oh shit! Now I feel even worse! I'm so sorry.">> She's seems to genuinely feel bad about it, so you decide not to make her feel worse. <<you "Really, it's no big deal.">> you say, reassuringly. Your fresh start on the island has made you more forgiving. After all, a few weeks ago you were on the run from mobsters, hiding out in roach motels and eating vending machine meals; having to wait a few extra minutes for a laundry machine should be the least of your worries now. <<nobr>><<link "''//She still seems remorseful, though.//''">><<set $katie.note5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<katie "No, I still feel bad. Let me make it up to you. I won't feel right until I do.">> she says with a smile. This has taken a very fortunate turn for you. A few minutes ago, you were just trying to get some clean clothes for tomorrow. Now one of your beautiful neighbors is offering to "make it up to you." Not bad, right? She speaks again, <<katie "You're new here, right?">> <<you "How did you know?">> you ask. <<katie "Small town, you know how it is.">> she replies. <<you "Yes I am new here. Just arrived yesterday, in fact. I'm a new teacher at The Harrington Institute.">> Her face lights up when you say this. She smiles wide <<katie "Hey cool! I teach there too! I'm a music teacher.">> <<you "Wow this is a small town.">> you say. She giggles a little. <<katie "Well, how about I show you around campus tomorrow to make up for my faux pas, sound good?">> <<you "Sounds good. But how will I find you?">> you ask. <<katie "Just meet me in the faculty break room in the admin building at lunch time.">> she says. <<you "Faculty break room, admin building, lunch time...Got it!">> She smiles and starts to leave when you ask, <<you "Wait, what's your name?">> She facepalms and rolls her eyes. <<katie "Oh my god, silly me. I'm Katie. Katie Reynolds. Pleasure to meet you.">> she says as she extends you her hand. You shake it and reply, <<you "$you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. Pleasure's all mine.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back then heads out the door. You're glad you weren't too hard on her for using all the machines at once. It wasn't really that big of a deal, and now you have a lunch date for tomorrow! <<set $sunday13b=1>><<set $katie.intro=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<katieloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>> <img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $day is 13 and $katie.call13 is 0 and $katie.text13 is 0>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<katie "Hello?">> <<you "It's $you.fakefirstName.">> <<katie "Oh. Hey snitch.">> <<you "Oh. Hey horrible sex predator.">> You both laugh. <<katie "NSA, FBI, if you're listening, I swear he's joking. I'm not a horrible sex predator.">> <<you "Don't believe her! She said she was gonna chain me to the wall in her apartment!">> <<katie "Yeah but only if he was into that sort of thing. Come to think of it, $you.fakefirstName, are you into that sorta thing?">> <<you "Uhhhh....I gotta go.">> <<katie "Pussy!">> <<set $katie.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $katie.call13 is 1>>You're gonna call her again after you just called her? Nah, you're not that stupid, are you? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $katie.text13 is 1>>Yo dude, chill. You just texted her. Don't call her too. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $katie.call21 is 0 and $katie.text21 is 0>>The phone rings and rings but no one picks up. <<set $katie.call21=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $katie.call21 is 1>>You're gonna call her again after you just called her? Nah, you're not that stupid, are you? <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $katie.text21 is 1>>You're gonna call her after you just texted her? Why bro? <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $katie.call41 is 0 and $katie.text41 is 0>>The phone rings a few times and someone picks up. <<katie "Well well well... look who finally decided to call.">> <<you "Wait... did I forget to call you or something?">> <<katie "Nah. Just fucking with you.">> <<you "Oh ha ha ha. You're hilarious.">> <<katie "I know.">> <<you "And you're fucking sexy.">> <<katie "Yeah. I know that too.">> <<katie "See ya soon!">> <<set $katie.call41=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $katie.call41 is 1>>You're gonna call her again after you just called her? Nah, you're not that stupid, are you? <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $katie.text41 is 1>>You're gonna call her after you just texted her? Why bro? <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 13 and $katie.call13 is 0 and $katie.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> The cops are on their way </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> You know what snitches get, $you.fakefirstName? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Stitches? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> That's right $you.fakefirstName </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Snitches get stitches </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Im terrified </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Yeah, you should be </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Sleep tight $you.fakefirstName </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $katie.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $katie.call13 is 1>>So your plan to get her to like you is to be really clingy and text her right after you called her? Cool. Let me know how that goes. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $katie.text13 is 1>>Text her again? Stop bugging her. Don't be weird. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $katie.call21 is 0 and $katie.text21 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey Katie </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> ... </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $katie.text21=1>> <</nobr>> Not answering. Probably busy. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $katie.call21 is 1>>Leave her alone. Quit bugging people so much. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $katie.text21 is 1>>Leave her alone. Quit bugging people so much. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $katie.call41 is 0 and $katie.text41 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey sexy </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey snitch </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> You're really sticking with that joke, huh? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> I'm no quitter </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Haha </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $katie.text41=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $katie.call41 is 1>>Leave her alone. Quit bugging people so much. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $katie.text41 is 1>>Leave her alone. Quit bugging people so much. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg laundry>> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday134.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday136.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday135.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/sunday1/spanking.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday137.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>After loading and starting the dryer, she sits down in another chair and waits for her laundry. After what just happened, there's no way she's going to leave her stuff unattended again. Periodically, she shoots an annoyed look in your direction and lets out an overly dramatic sigh. You can tell she wants to get in a fight with you, but she's too polite to start it. She's hoping that you'll notice her little mini hissy fits and ask her what's wrong. <<nobr>><<link "''//Then she can set it off.//''">><<set $katie.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Instead, you just sit there, continuing to fuck around on your phone and waiting for your laundry to finish drying. In response, she increases the volume and frequency of her angry little noises. Eventually, you catch her eye and after a moment of sustained eye contact, you start to laugh. She does not like this one bit. <<katie "What are you laughing at?">> she asks, rudely. <<you "I'm laughing at you and your little frowny pants grumblings over there.">> <<katie "I don't appreciate when people laugh at me!">> she says, loudly. <<you "And I don't appreciate when grown women act like children.">> you reply. She seems really offended by this. Her eyes widen and she stands up and yells, <<katie "I'm not acting like a child! If anyone is acting like a child, it's you!">> You look straight at her. <<you "I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.">> you say, calmly. The fact that you're remaining relaxed and not engaging with her makes her even more angry. She walks up, gets right in your face and yells, <<katie "I want an apology! You can't talk to me like that! No one talks to me like that! I demand-">> You cut her off by suddenly grabbing her by the back of the head and dragging her across your lap. You're sick of her yelling and complaining and you've decided she needs a good spanking so she'll learn her place. She's so shocked by your actions that she puts up little resistance. You smack her ass hard over and over, alternating between cheeks while berating her. <<you "So you want to act like a bratty child?! Then I'm going to treat you like a bratty child!">> you yell. <<you "Apparently your daddy never taught you your manners, so now you need a new daddy to make the lesson stick!">> You continue smacking her ass. She makes little forced moans with every hit. You can't say for sure, but you think she actually may be enjoying this a little. <<you "You've been a bad girl! Say 'I'm a bad little girl'">> you yell. She doesn't respond so you wind up and level a really hard smack on her ass. She screams at the sudden pain. Now you've got her attention. You repeat your command, <<you "SAY IT!">> She immediately replies. <<katie "I'm a bad little girl!">> She yells. <<you "Say 'I need to be punished!'">> you yell. <<katie "I need to be punished!">> she screams. You continue to spank her as she moans. <<you "I want you to say 'please punish me.'">> She resists, saying nothing. You wind up and yell, <<you "SAY 'PLEASE PUNISH ME!'">> accentuating each word with a hard slap. She screams out, <<katie "PLEASE PUNISH ME DADDY!!">> Well well well. You didn't ask for that last part. <<nobr>><<link "''//Seems like she is into this after all.//''">><<set $katie.note3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Noted. You give her one last good smack then push her off your lap and on to the floor. She lies there in a heap for a minute, recovering from the shock (and likely arousal) that you caused her. When she finally gets up, you can see that her shirt has been pulled down in the scuffle and her bra is showing. You're laundry is now done, so you start gathering it up. She just looks at you with a dazed and lustful expression. You grab your clothes and head out the door leaving your newly met neighbor breathing heavily in the laundry room. This was the first lesson she needed to learn, but you don't think it will be the last. <<set $sunday13b=1>><<set $katie.intro=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<katiecorruptionGain 1>> <<katieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg laundry>> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday1311.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday132.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday1310.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>She slowly stops laughing, leaving a lull in the conversation. <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName, by the way. $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName,">> you say, extending your hand. She shakes it and replies, <<katie "Katie Reynolds. Nice to meet you, $you.fakefirstName.">> <<you "Likewise.">> <<katie "So you're teaching at Harrington Institute then, right?">> she asks. <<you "OK, Now I'm legit starting to get nervous. How do you know so much about me? Be honest...I'm not gonna end up chained to the wall in your apartment, am I?">> you ask. She laughs and replies, <<katie "Only after a few dates. And only if you're into that sort of thing.">> You smile and joke, <<you "I'll try anything once...as long as you don't want to stomp on my balls.">> <<katie "I'll try to restrain myself, but I make no promises.">> she says with a smile. <<you "All joking aside, how did you know I'm teaching at Harrington?">> you ask. <<katie "Well, it's a small town and I know everyone here, so I know you're new. And the only new guys who come here to the island are either working at the school or working on the fishing docks. You don't smell like fish, so it must be the school.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//You're impressed by her perception and deductive reasoning.//''">><<set $katie.note4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Those are skills that you pride yourself on and that you use so often. It's fun to meet someone else who uses their brain the same way. <<you "Well, I guess you got me. I'm assuming you teach there too?">> <<katie "Yes. I teach music. And you?">> <<you "Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> She looks at you sideways. <<katie "Who's the horrible sex predator now, hmmm?">> You feign outrage and reply, <<you "Just because I'm a single man who came to an all girls reform school to teach human sexuality...">> Your voice trails off, <<you "...yeah, I'll admit...it sounds pretty bad when you say it out loud.">> She laughs heartily. <<katie "Nah, you're good. I was just playing around.">> she says, warmly. You laugh along for a few moments, then ask, <<you "Katie, can I get your number?">> She leans back on the washing machine and flashes you a seductive smile. <<katie "Come here and give me your phone.">> she says. You do as she asks. She takes your phone and punches in her contact info. You smile and say, <<you "Great. Now I can give this to the cops!">> and you run out of the laundry room. As you do you hear Katie yell, <<katie "You better not snitch!! I know where you live!!!">> <<set $sunday13b=1>><<set $katie.intro=2>><<set $katie.contact to true>> <span class="alida">**Katie's number has been added to your contacts**</span> <<empathyGain 1>> <<katieloveGain 1>> <<katieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg pool>> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday1311.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday1312.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cannonball.gif" alt="cannonball dive" class="left"> <</nobr>>You take off your shoes and socks and walk over to the pool. She watches you with a sly smile. You catch her eye, smile back, then start dipping your toes in the pool as well. She giggles at the sight. The two of you keep testing the water and occasionally smiling at each other. Then, suddenly, she begins to take off her shirt. You are momentarily shocked by her bold move, but you try to play it cool. She stretches her arms high up above her head, giving you a great view of her supple body. You figure, if this is the game she wants to play, you're down. You take off your shirt too. You throw it over onto a nearby deck chair and then give her a look so as to say, "your move." She gives you a look back: "You don't think I'll do it?" You return her look with: "Do it then, pussy." She again looks back at you, but this time the look says: "Don't start something you can't finish." This has now become a stripping contest. She giggles and slides out of her shorts revealing a lacy pair of panties beneath. You match her and take off your shorts too leaving you in only your boxers. <<nobr>><<link "''//Then she decides to really make a statement.//''">><<set $maria.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> In full view of your leering gaze, she takes off her bra, momentarily revealing the full glory of her immaculate breasts. You can't take your eyes off of them. She definitely notices you looking. She smiles, then puts her shirt back on over her now free swinging bosoms. Then, with nearly perfect form, she dives into the pool. She swims nearly the whole length of the pool underwater, and when she finally surfaces, she looks at you with a smokey, "come-hither" gaze. You need no further motivation. You cannonball into the pool creating a giant splash and spraying water all over her. When you surface she's laughing out loud at your clownish behavior. The two of you swim around and play in the pool without saying a word to each other, only uttering laughter every so often. You can't take your eyes off of this beautiful woman, and she can't seem to take her eyes off of you either. Your steamy eye contact is getting both of you pretty aroused, even though you still haven't spoken. After a while, she swims over to the edge of the pool and hoists herself out to sit on the side. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3ca1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg pool>> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday131.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday135.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday133.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You figure it would be a good idea to get to know this woman better. After all, you don't know that many people in town, she's your neighbor, and she's hotter than the center of the earth. You approach her with a smile and ask, <<you "So how's the water?">> She looks at you and giggles. <<maria "Wet.">> she replies. <<you "That's cute.">> you say, with a laugh. She smiles. <<maria "I know.">> she says. <<you "My name's $you.fakefirstName, what's yours?">> you ask. <<maria "I'm Maria. Nice to meet you.">> she replies. <<maria "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?">> <<you "Yes I just moved to the island, yesterday, in fact.">> you say. She smiles and replies warmly, <<maria "Well welcome then! What made you decide to move here?">> she asks. <<you "I'm a new teacher at The Harrington Institute.">> <<maria "See that's what I thought! Barbie sent out a memo saying that you would be starting this term. You're $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName, right?">> <<you "That's me! So you teach there too then?">> you ask. <<maria "Yeah I teach Theater Arts.">> she replies. You smile. You're entire life is basically just acting, so meeting another actor (or acting teacher, at least) is refreshing in some strange way. That said, you can't really let on that your whole life is one big performance, so best to play dumb here. <<you "Ahhh soo you're an actress! I don't think I could ever do that...too stressful.">> you say. She blushes and says, <<maria "Well, I'm not really an actress...unless you count failed ones.">> You give her a puzzled look. She picks up on your confusion and gives you <<nobr>><<link "''//a little more info.//''">><<set $maria.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<maria "I used to want to be an actress, but I just couldn't make it work out. So, you know what they say...Those who can't do, teach.">> You laugh a little and reply, <<you "I guess so, but I don't think there's anything wrong with teaching. It's a noble profession and it takes a certain special kind of person to be a good teacher. I think we should be proud of ourselves!">> This seems to really cheer her up. She smiles wide and says, <<maria "Yeah maybe you're right! We should be proud! Thanks for saying that. It was what I really needed to hear right now.">> You look at her, curiously. You're really intrigued by this woman and you wonder what she's going through at the moment that would have her needing this encouragement. <<you "I'm glad I could cheer you up a little, but if you don't mind me asking, what's going on with you right now that has you down?">> she seems to withdraw a little bit from the conversation. You try to reassure her. <<you "I don't mean to be nosy, it's just I'm a psychologist and a counselor. It's kinda my thing. I apologize. You don't need to tell me anything if you don't want to.">> She thinks about it for a moment, then smiles and says, <<maria "Actually...it would be really nice to have someone I could talk to about all this stuff. Listen, I was about to go swimming. Maybe you could join me and we could have a little pool therapy session? If you wouldn't mind, of course.">> You smile warmly at her. <<you "It would be my pleasure.">> you reply. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3cb1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg pool>> <img src="images/sunday1/toepool.jpg" alt="a toe in the pool" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday132.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to be a little devious and play a prank on this woman. Maybe she will warm up to you if she knows you have a good sense of humor. As she's looking away from you, you slowly begin sneaking up behind her. Your plan is to quickly grab her from behind and pretend that you are going to push her into the pool. It's a good excuse to get your hands on her, you think. You're within a couple steps of her now. She's right at the edge of the pool, still toeing the water. It's now or never. You spring forward and grab her from behind. You put one arm over her shoulder and around her upper body. This way you can stop her momentum so she doesn't actually fall in the pool. You're trying to be a bit of a dick, but not "push a stranger into the pool for no reason" level of dick. In a flash she reacts by grabbing your arm tightly, shifting her weight back, and hip tossing you over her shoulder. Time seems to slow to a crawl as you hang in mid air above the pool. Several thoughts race through your head: 1) she is much stronger than I thought, 2) she must have some self defense training, 3) women probably don't like strange men sneaking up on them and grabbing them from behind, and... finally, 4) my phone is still in my pocket. You hit the water with a mighty splash and submerge completely. When you resurface and manage to wipe the water from your eyes, you see the woman leaning over the pool looking at you. <<maria "That's what you get for being a fucking creep!">> she says, then walks away. This is not how you wanted this to go. You wonder where you can find a bag of rice. <<set $sunday13c=1>><<set $maria.intro=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg pool>> <img src="images/sunday1/deckchair.jpg" alt="sitting in a deck chair" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday133.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday134.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to just sit in one of the deck chairs and see what happens. You stretch out and lean back, keeping an eye on the woman. You're not just staring at her like a creep, but you are paying attention to her. She seems to be paying attention to you as well. Every so often she looks over at you and smiles. You mostly just smile back, nervously, or avoid eye contact, awkwardly. Every so often, she seems to move around a little, deliberately changing poses, almost like she's modeling for you. Is she flirting with me? you wonder. Maybe she is, but then again maybe she's just stretching or enjoying the evening air. You're usually better at picking up on these things, but for some reason, recently you've been having trouble seeing them. She's standing closer to you now. Every so often she does a little stretch, showing off her curvaceous body. When she does, she lets out a little, breathy moan. She rubs her hands across her body, seemingly straightening out her clothes, but in a way that is very, very sexy. Your penis begins paying attention to the current situation. Just when you've nearly worked up the courage to go over to her and introduce yourself, she starts to leave. You've likely missed your chance. As she passes you on the way out of the pool area, she says, <<maria "Just so you know, when a hot girl is looking at you and smiling at you and rubbing her hands all over her body...that means she wants you to come over and talk to her.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//Shit! She DID want you to talk to her!//''">><<set $maria.note5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You jump up to stop her as she's walking away. <<you "We can talk now if you want.">> you say. <<maria "Too late. Better luck next time.">> she replies. You yell after her, <<you "So there's going to be a next time?">> She laughs and looks back at you over her shoulder. <<maria "I'm Maria, by the way.">> she says, then disappears around the corner. You stand there for a moment then realize you didn't tell her your name. <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName!">> you yell. No response. I don't think she heard you. Fuck. <<set $sunday13c=1>><<set $maria.intro=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>> <img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $day is 13 and $maria.call13 is 0 and $maria.text13 is 0>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up. <<maria "Hey, awesome guy! What's up?">> <<you "Hey Maria. Listen, I just wanted to call and make sure I didn't overstep any boundries there. I mean, we don't really know each other and I asked you some pretty personal questions.">> <<maria "No, not at all. Personal questions are how people get to know each other. How else would we?">> <<you "I guess you're right. Still, I just wanted to make sure it was OK with you.">> <<maria "A kind, intelligent, funny, good looking guy who listens to all my problems without getting bored and tuning out? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm okay with that.">> You both laugh. <<you "OK, I won't keep you then. I enjoyed meeting you. Have a good night.">> <<maria "I'm really glad we met. I'll see you soon, right?">> <<you "I'm pretty sure we'll be running into each other.">> <<set $maria.call13=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $maria.call13 is 1>>You just got off the phone with her. You're really gonna call her again? Chill bro. Go jerk off or something. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $maria.text13 is 1>>You know what you get when you're needy and desperate, and you call a girl right after you just texted her? Well, not pussy, that's for sure. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $maria.call21 is 0 and $maria.text21 is 0>>The phone rings and rings and you get her voicemail. You decide not to leave a message; only boomers listen to those things anyway. <<set $maria.call21=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $maria.call21 is 1>>Don't call her again after you just called. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $maria.text21 is 1>>She said she can't talk right now. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $maria.call41 is 0 and $maria.text41 is 0>>The phone rings a couple times and someone picks up. <<maria "Prince Charming.">> <<you "Who, me?">> She giggles. <<maria "Of course you, silly! I had so much fun the other night!">> <<you "Me too! We should really try to top that, though. I think we can do it!">> <<maria "Challenge accepted!">> <<set $maria.call41=1>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $maria.call41 is 1>>Don't call her again after you just called. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $maria.text41 is 1>>You just texted her. Don't call her right after. Don't be that guy. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 13 and $maria.call13 is 0 and $maria.text13 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hey its $you.fakefirstName. That got kinda personal. I hope you're OK </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Yeah I'm OK. You really helped me feel better. Thanks! </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Well Im glad I helped. Sometimes you just need to talk things out. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Yeah totally </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Most guys I know don't like listening tho </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I'm not most guys </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message"> Haha that was a little corny </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> But it was pretty hot too </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $maria.text13=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $maria.call13 is 1>>You just hung up with her. What are you gonna do, text her "I really liked talking to you 30 seconds ago," or something? <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 13 and $maria.text13 is 1>>If you keep bugging her over and over you will get ZERO pussy. <<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $maria.call21 is 0 and $maria.text21 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Hi Maria what's up? </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> In class cant talk see you later? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> OK </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $maria.text21=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $maria.call21 is 1>>Don't bother her. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 21 and $maria.text21 is 1>>Don't bother her. <<link "Hang Up" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $maria.call41 is 0 and $maria.text41 is 0>><<nobr>> <div class="text"> <div class="chat"> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> I just want you to know I had a lot of fun the other night </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> Ooooo me too! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> When are we doing it again? </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Damn you really can't get enough of me, huh? I am pretty hot. </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> You're a dork. </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> A hot dork you wanna fuck </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> HAHA OMG STOP! </div> </div> <div class="mine messages"> <div class="message last"> I gotta go I'll hit you up later xoxo </div> </div> <div class="yours messages"> <div class="message last"> Later beautiful </div> </div> </div> </div> <<set $maria.text41=1>> <</nobr>> <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $maria.call41 is 1>>Don't bother her. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<elseif $day is 41 and $maria.text41 is 1>>Don't bother her. <<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg pool>> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday136.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday137.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday1310.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday139.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday138.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Just after you agree to go swimming with her, you remember that you do not have any swim trunks. <<you "Ummm...you know what? I don't have a swimsuit.">> you say. She giggles and says back, <<maria "Just swim in your undies...that's what I was going to do.">> Well then, you think to yourself...OK! She's looking at you expectantly, but you're not sure why. <<maria "Well?! Turn around! Don't creep on me!">> <<you "Oh right! Sorry!">> You turn around and so does she. You strip out of your clothes and assume she is doing the same thing. Once you're in your undies, you quickly get into the pool and she joins you. When you get a closer look at her, you can see that she's taken off her shorts and seemingly her bra also. She's just wearing her panties, along with her shirt to cover her breasts. Even with that, though, you can see her perfect tits through her wet shirt. It's a good thing your dick is submerged in cold water, otherwise you'd be sporting a massive woody right now. The two of you swim and play around in the water for a little while. As the sun starts to set, Maria is sitting on the edge of the pool, her hard nipples poking through her wet shirt, and her dark pubic hair showing through her panties. She seems very at ease in the moment, so you decide to continue your conversation from before. <<you "So what's been going on with you lately, Maria?">> She seems to pick up on your intention for this conversation. <<maria "Well...this is my third year here teaching at Harrington. It was supposed to be something I just did for one year to earn some money so I could keep pursuing my acting career. I think I'm realizing that I may never accomplish my dream of being a real working actress...and I think that...well...it just makes me feel like I'm giving up. Like I'm just not strong enough to keep fighting for it.">> You nod and keep looking at her. You keep your expression as neutral as possible. It's a good technique when you want to encourage someone to keep talking. It works here and Maria continues. <<maria "I feel like I'm letting so many people down, you know? All the people who believed in me; my acting teachers and my friends from theater school...they all thought I was going to be famous and super successful. But, I mean...look at me. I'm just stuck teaching acting at this little school in the middle of nowhere. I'm a failure.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//She's starting to become emotional.//''">><<set $maria.note4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You can see tears welling up in her eyes. You ask her a question. <<you "Maria, what do you define as success or failure for yourself. Before you answer though, really think about it. I'm not interested in how your acting coaches or your friends from theater school would define it. And I'm also not interested in just talking about success or failure as an actress, but in your life, in general. What would you define as success?">> She starts to answer, instinctively, but then stops herself. You can see that she is really thinking about what you asked her. After a few moments, she responds. <<maria "I think that success, for me, means being able to make a living doing something I enjoy. And it means doing something that's important that positively affects people around me. And I think that it means being happy.">> You look at her and smile. She looks back at you, waiting for you to say something. Then you ask, <<you "Well, do you enjoy teaching Theater Arts here?">> <<maria "Yes I really do.">> <<you "And I think you're clearly having a positive effect on your students, would you agree?">> <<maria "Yes.">> <<you "Well then, as far as I can tell...the only reason you're not happy is because you think you are a failure...but you're clearly not. We just determined that. Your happiness, or lack thereof, is tied up in the expectations of other people, people who really aren't a part of your life anymore, am I right?">> <<maria "Well...no, I guess they're not anymore.">> she says, pensively. You're starting to get through to her. Now it's time to wrap it all up. <<you "I can't tell you how to think or feel or how to live your life. But, in my experience, a lot of people let their life and their happiness be dictated by others, rather than setting those terms themselves. Once they make the decision to just do what makes them happy and say 'fuck it' to all the outside influences and expectations, only then can they find peace with their choices and their situation.">> There's a long silence as you both consider this idea. After a minute, she looks at you and says, <<maria "You're really good at this.">> <<you "Well, it is my job, after all.">> You both smile and sit silently for a few minutes. Everything that needed to be said has been, and now you're just happy to be enjoying the evening, together. Eventually, you speak up, <<you "I had better be going, I need to get up early for classes tomorrow.">> She smiles and starts to get out of the pool with you. She probably has early classes as well. As you are gathering up your clothes, she hands you her phone and asks for your number. You punch it in under the contact name $you.fakefirstName (Awesome guy). She laughs when she sees it, then sends you a text so you have her number too. As you leave the pool area, but before you part ways, she suddenly hugs you. It's not just a polite hug, but a long, warm and genuine one. It makes you feel loved, for lack of a better word. The two of you say your goodbyes and head off back to your respective apartments. You feel like you've really made a connection with Maria, and you're very happy that you will be seeing more of her in the future. <span class="alida">**Maria's number has been added to your contacts**</span> <<set $sunday13c=1>><<set $maria.intro=2>><<set $maria.contact = true>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<marialoveGain 1>> <<marialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg pool>> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday137.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday138.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday1310.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariasunday1313.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>The two of you sit there at the edge of the pool, her sitting on the side, you still in the water. You keep looking right at each other. It's almost as if your are having a contest to see who will talk first. Eventually, she lets out a laugh and says, <<maria "Are you going to ask me my name or what?">> You smile back at her. <<you "How long have you been wanting to say that?">> you ask. <<maria "Ever since you took your shoes off you big idiot! I'm practically throwing myself at you and you can't even be bothered to say anything?!?!">> You pull yourself up out of the pool so you're sitting right next to her. She plays with her hair a little in anticipation of your reply. It's extremely sexy. <<you "Well then...what is your name?">> She replies, <<maria "Maria Diaz. And you are?">> <<you "$you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> you say. She gives you a playful shove that almost sends you back into the pool and says, <<maria "Damn! Now was that so hard?">> You laugh and she does too. You gaze at her, checking out her body. She looks so damn sexy in her wet swim clothes. Her tits and pussy clearly accentuated. She's giving you a serious eye-fucking too. Your cock begins to rise. You're trying hard to play it cool, and not pop wood in front of this girl. It's not very easy though, because she is giving you horny looks and playing with her clothes in a way that says "I want to take these off." To try to take your mind off of her body, you ask, <<you "So what do you do here on the island?">> She smiles. <<maria "I'm a Theater Arts teacher at Harrington.">> she replies. <<you "Well that's funny, I teach there too. I can't believe I haven't seen you around.">> you joke. She's not fooled. <<maria "You just got hired didn't you?">> she asks, though she already knows the answer. You remain silent. <<maria "You're the new sex teacher.">> Usually you'd make a stink about referring to you as a sex teacher. It bothers you because it makes you sound like a pervert. But given the current social climate...you figure it's best to play into it a little and see what happens. <<you "I am indeed the sex teacher.">> you say, with a smile. She leans in to you, putting her hand on the back of your head and whispers in your ear, <<maria "I bet there's still a few things I need to learn.">> The sexy tone of her voice and the feeling of her warm breath in your ear is enough to make your cock spring to attention. You shift your legs around to try to cover it, but she looks right at it with excitement. She raises her eybrows and says, <<maria "Maybe I can teach you a few things as well.">> You make a bold move and grab her hair, <<nobr>><<link "''//pulling her in for a rough kiss.//''">><<set $maria.note3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She doesn't resist, in fact, she reciprocates. Your tongues fight for dominance in each other's mouths for a minute or two, then she breaks off and pulls away. Your heart is racing from arousal. She's breathing heavily and smiling at you, her eyes wide with passion. She takes a deep breath and lets it out. <<maria "I...think I need to be going.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "Yes it's getting pretty late.">> you reply. You both quietly get up from the pool and start to gather up your clothes. As you are both leaving, you give her a little smack on the ass. She giggles with delight and heads off to her apartment. You watch her enter the door, and before she does, she looks back at you one last time. You wink and smile. She blushes and covers her face with her hand, then disappears into her apartment. You think to yourself, I'm going to like living here. <<set $sunday13c=1>><<set $maria.intro=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<mariacorruptionGain 1>> <<marialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/knock.jpg" alt="fist knocking on a door" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1310.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/spill.jpg" alt="spilled soup" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday139.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>You've had just about enough of this. All you wanted was to make yourself a nice dinner in peace and quiet, but your neighbor seems to have other plans. You put down the knife you've been using, wipe your hands on a towel then head out your front door. You walk next door to your neighbor's apartment and pound your fist on the door. You yell, <<you "Can you fucking keep it down in there?!?!">> from the other side of the door, you hear a woman yell, <<kristen "What?!?!">> You repeat. <<you "Can you fucking keep it down in there?!?!">> You hear angry, little footsteps quickly approaching the other side of the door. Suddenly it's flung open, revealing an extremely annoyed, petite redhead holding a fire extinguisher. She's quite beautiful, even though she looks like she wants to punch you. <<kristen "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!?!">> she yells. You yell right back. <<you "I WANT YOU TO STOP MAKING SO MUCH GODDAMN NOISE!!">> She looks at you, incredulously. It gives you a moment to look at her and her apartment. She seems to be covered in some sort of reddish, thick liquid. You look past her into the apartment and see that the kitchen is also covered in the liquid; most likely soup, judging from the spilled soup pot on the kitchen floor. There are scorch marks on the wall and ceiling by the stove and smoke hangs in the air. Just then she shakes her head, rolls her eyes and says, <<kristen "I don't have time for this!">> in an exasperated voice. She swiftly slams the door in your face. You stand there, momentarily stunned. You can't believe that bitch just slammed the door in your face. You pound on it again. <<you "Get the fuck back here bitch!! We're not done talking!!">> you yell. She replies, <<kristen "If you don't fuck off in the next 30 seconds I'm calling the cops!">> OK then. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's got you.//''">><<set $kristen.note1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You leave back to your apartment...but this is far from over. <<set $sunday13a=1>><<set $kristen.met = true>><<set $kristen.intro=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/knock.jpg" alt="knocking on a door" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/greasefire.jpg" alt="a grease fire" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/spill.jpg" alt="a spill on the floor" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/extinguisherspray.jpg" alt="a fire extiguisher spraying" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday137.jpg" alt="kristen's face" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday138.jpg" alt="kristen's face" class="left"> <</nobr>>Things next door sound like they're escalating rather dramatically. You'd better make sure whoever it is over there is OK. You hurry over and start pounding heavily on the door. You yell, <<you "Are you OK in there?!">> There's no response. The smoke alarm is still blaring, so it's likely whoever is inside can't hear you. You try the door handle, and to your surprise, it opens. You step inside to a catastrophic scene. First and foremost, the stove is on fire. Bright yellow flames rise up into the hood fan above, and smoke billows about the kitchen ceiling. The kitchen is a disaster as well; there's a large soup pot on its side and a massive pool of what you assume is soup covers the floor. By the edge of the kitchen, a cat paws at what appears to be a large beef roast in its litterbox. You are momentarily stunned silent and motionless by the sheer absurdity of the sitution you have just entered into. Suddenly, a petite firecracker of a redheaded girl charges into frame from a side hallway wielding a fire extinguisher. She screams as she unleashes the full fury of the extiguisher on the flames in the kitchen. After a few moments, she's vanquished the dragon, so to speak. She stands there, eyes wide, shivering with adrenaline, knuckles white, gripping the fire extinguisher. <<you "Are you OK, miss?">> you ask. The shock of your voice must have really startled her. In her already fight-or-flight state, she whips around to face you and instinctively sprays the fire extinguisher at you. You are covered in a white powdery chemical that, even though you don't know what it is, you're sure is not healthy for you. You cough and sputter and try to wipe the powder off your face. She's suddenly mortified as the realization of what she's just done sinks in. She drops the fire extinguisher and hurries over to you to see if you are OK. You sit down on her couch, still coughing and wiping your eyes. She grabs a wet towel from the kitchen and helps you wipe off the chemicals. <<you "You really got me there.">> you joke, between coughs. She laughs but you can tell she feels really bad about what happened. She's cleaned off enough powder so you can open your eyes now and get a good look at her. She's quite beautiful with pale skin and long red hair. She has smokey eyes and a warm smile. <<kristen "I think I got most of it. Are you going to be OK?">> she asks. You're feeling much better so you reply, <<you "Yeah I think I'm good now.">> She looks at you and smiles. You don't know what to do so you just smile back. She looks back at the scene in the kitchen and buries her head in her hands. You feel like you should say something to lighten the mood. <<you "So...got any dinner plans?">> She looks up at you with an annoyed expression. You fear you may have misjudged the room and that she's going to kick you out of her apartment. But she doesn't; actually, she starts laughing. Her laughter is contagious and you start in as well. Before long you're both laughing uncontrollably at the ridiculous situation. Every time you look over to the kitchen, you both start laughing even harder, until you have tears in your eyes. Once you've both laughed your limit, you speak. <<you "I'm not going to ask how this happened, but I will ask, is there anything I can help you with?">> She takes a moment to look over the scene. She seems like she really wants to ask for your help, but is hesitant to do so. You try to reassure her. <<you "Look, it really wouldn't be a problem for me. It looks like you could maybe use some help right now.">> Though you thought your words may have helped her open up to you, they seem to have the opposite effect. She stand up and says, <<kristen "No No. Don't worry. I got this under control. Thanks anyway, but I don't need your help.">> The way she says it is polite, but firm. <<nobr>><<link "''//It's as if she knows she needs you, but won't admit it.//''">><<set $kristen.note2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Curious. <<you "Are you sure?">> you ask. <<kristen "I'm sure.">> she replies, adamantly. You shrug and head to the door. As you are leaving, she says, <<kristen "Sorry again about the fire extiguisher thing.">> You smile and say, <<you "No Problem. I'm $you.fakefirstName, by the way. I live next door.">> <<kristen "Kristen. Nice to meet you.">> she replies. You nod and then head out the door leaving her to clean up her disastrous apartment alone. <<set $sunday13a=1>><<set $kristen.met = true>><<set $kristen.intro=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<kristenloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday131.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday132.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday138.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday137.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>As much trouble as you are hearing from the other side of that wall, you figure it's not really any of your concern. You continue prepping for your dinner. After a few moments, you hear a sudden hissing sound from the apartment next door. Was that a fire extinguisher? Shortly after, the smoke detector stops screeching and everything seems to settle back down. After a few minutes, however, there is a knock at your door. You're curious who would be knocking at your door since you've only been living in this apartment for about 24 hours at this point. You head to the door and open it, revealing a beautiful, young, readheaded woman. She's petite and thin, with pale skin and an intricate tattoo of roses on her right shoulder. She's barefoot and just wearing a skimpy nightie that barely covers her body. You stand there staring at her, trying to figure out who she is and what the hell is going on. She notices the look on your face and starts to speak. <<kristen "Hi. I'm Kristen. I'm your neighbor. What I'm about to say is all going to seem a little weird so please just let me finish before you say anything, OK?">> You continue to look at her, now even more confused. You can do nothing but silently nod. She smiles and continues. <<kristen "First off, I'm sorry about all the calamity next door. I know the wall are thin so you probably heard all of it pretty clearly.">> You nod. She continues. <<kristen "That was me destroying the dinner that I was making for myself and my parents who are going to be arriving in less than an hour. And now, my outfit is ruined, the dinner is beyond salvageable, and my entire apartment smells like there was just a grease fire in it...which there was.">> There's a momentary silence as she allows you to consider what she just described. The whole situation from beginning to end has been so unexpected, all you can manage to utter is, <<you "How?">> She sighs as if she knew this is what you would ask. Though she seems a little embarrased, she explains. <<kristen "I was making a roast, some soup, and homemade sweet potato fries. I accidentally knocked the roast off the counter. It took one bounce and landed in my cat's litterbox.">> You look at her in stunned disbelief. She gives you an "I know, right?" look and continues her story. <<kristen "So I panicked about the roast and knocked the entire soup pot over onto the kitchen floor.">> You wince as you imagine it. She keeps going, <<kristen "Then I slipped on the soup and when I tried to catch my balance, I spilled some oil on the stove and started a grease fire.">> She pauses for dramatic effect as you keep staring at her, mouth agape. <<kristen "But don't worry...everything's fine. The fire's out now.">> she says. You silently nod. The way she's been telling the story, she's definitely working up to something, though you've been too intrigued to realize. Now she's got there, to the crux of it. <<kristen "So here's the deal. I don't have time to make another dinner, and clean up myself and the apartment before my parents get here. And, I don't tell many people this, but I'll tell you, since fate has seemingly thrust us together-">> At that moment, she pauses long enough for you to think to yourself, "who talks like this?" You refocus as she continues, <<kristen "I HATE MY PARENTS. They constantly judge me, and the reason I came to this island, in the middle of nowhere, was to get away from them. All I want, more than anything in the world right now, is to have a perfect dinner that leaves them no reason to judge or belittle me.">> She gives you a moment to <<nobr>><<link "''//allow all of this information to sink in//''">><<set $kristen.note3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> before getting to what she really wants. <<kristen "So, I want to know if you would please allow me to hijack whatever meal you're making over there-">> she says, gesturing to your kitchen, <<kristen "-so that I can clean up and get dressed before they get here. I know we don't know each other and I know that I appear to be a strange, crazy person; all I can say is that you are my only hope right now. I need you.">> Wow. That's a lot to take in. Obviously you're going to do it. Your beautiful neighbor shows up at your door half naked and desperate...you may be an asshole sometimes, but you're not stupid. You're going to help her, the questions are why and how? <<set $kristen.met = true>> <<link "Use her desperate situation to sexually humiliate her." "sunday 1-3aca">><</link>> <<link "Genuinely feel bad for her and volunteer to help her out." "sunday 1-3acb">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1313.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday133.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday134.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday135.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday136.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>You look her up and down. She stands there smiling, trying to appeal to you. <<you "So what are you going to do for me?">> you ask. She's momentarily confused. She was probably so focused on her own shit that she never thought that anyone WOULDN'T agree to help her outright. <<kristen "I don't...What do you mean?">> she asks. <<you "Well, you want me to do something for you, and I'm asking what you are going to do for me in return.">> you reply. She thinks about it for a moment and asks, <<kristen "Do you want some money or something?">> She's starting to get the right idea, but you definitely don't want money. You figure this is a perfect situation for you to see how slutty your new neighbor is willing to be. After all, she's pretty desperate, and desperate girls make for fun toys. <<you "No, you don't have to give me money...just show me your tits.">> you say, calmly. She's shocked and disgusted. She instinctively covers her chest with her arms. <<you "Hey don't get shy now. You're the one talking about 'you're my only hope,' and how, 'fate has seemingly thrust us together.' I got no problem making dinner for you and your shitty parents. I just need some...remittance.">> She shoots you an angry look, but then relents. <<kristen "Fine.">> she says, lowering the top of her nightie and showing off her perfect breasts. <<kristen "Will you do it now?">> she asks. You're having too much fun with this to stop at just seeing her tits. Besides, now that she's agreed to do this, you wonder how much more she'll show you. <<you "I think you should just take off that nightie all together...you know, to really persuade me.">> <<kristen "Fuck off!">> she says, defiantly. You sigh and say, <<you "OK, your choice. Mom and Dad will probably be pretty disappointed though.">> as you start to close the door. <<kristen "WAIT!">> she yells, stopping you. <<kristen "I'll do it.">> she says. You watch her lustfully as she slowly and delicately slips out of her nightie. She's standing fully naked on your doorstep now, in full view of the entire apartment complex. Her expression radiates shame, regret and humiliation. But you have not yet begun to humiliate her. <<kristen "There! I did it. Are we done now?">> You laugh a little and reply, <<you "No little girl, we're not done until I say so. Understand?">> <<kristen "Yes.">> <<you "Yes what?">> <<kristen "Yes...sir.">> she says, angrily. <<you "Good. Now be a good girl and squeeze your pussy for me.">> you command. She reluctantly complies, pressing her hands against her pubis and accentuating her lips. You look at this elegant, young woman who you've turned into a teasing, little whore standing naked in your doorway. She's probably willing to do a little more, you reckon. She looks at you, waiting for you to tell her what to do next. You admire her perfect body. Young and fresh. When it comes to hot bodies, there really is no substitute for youth. You guess she's about 22 or 23. At that age, gravity is still losing mightily. <<you "Turn around and spread yourself open for me.">> you command. She hesitates so you reassure her. <<you "Just do this last thing then I promise I'll help you.">> She reluctantly agrees and turns away from you. You get out your phone to take a secret pic of her. She'll never know. She spreads her ass cheeks revealing her cute little pink pussy and asshole. You snap a couple of pics and quietly put your phone back in your pocket. After a few moments of shameful posing, she asks, <<kristen "May I put my clothes on now...sir?">> <<you "You may.">> you reply. She quickly gets dressed and then asks, <<kristen "So you're going to make dinner...and it's going to be good, right?">> she asks, hesitantly. <<you "Just go and clean up your mess. I'll make your dinner just like I said I would.">> She nods then turns and hurries back to her apartment. Less than an hour later, you stop by and drop off the dinner you made. You saved some for yourself, of course. You considered just not making it for her in the end, but you are a man of your word. If <<nobr>><<link "''//she was willing to publicly degrade herself for you,//''">><<set $kristen.note4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> then who are you to go back on a deal? She probably hates you now...but that doesn't mean you can't have some fun with her in the future. <<set $sunday13a=1>><<set $kristen.intro=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<kristencorruptionGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1312.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cacciatore.jpg" alt="chicken cacciatore" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1311.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1314.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>This poor girl seems to be in a remarkably shitty situation and you genuinely feel bad for her. You have more than enough food to make a dinner for her and her family as well as yourself. <<you "You go and clean up. I got dinner covered. I'll bring it over when it's ready.">> Her eyes light up and you legitimately think she might start crying. She hugs you tightly saying, <<kristen "Thank you thank you thank you!!">> Then she plants a long, firm kiss right on your lips. <<kristen "You are literally my hero!">> she says before turning and running back to her apartment. You shake your head and return to the kitchen where you continue preparing the meal. You make a delicious chicken cacciatore using a pressure cooker to speed up the process a little. It comes out just in time and you bring three portions over to your neighbor. You knock on the door and she opens it. You step inside to a surprisingly clean apartment. It still smells a little smokey, but other than that, you would never be able to tell that the kind of catastrophe she described had ever happened. You also get a good look at your neighbor. She's cleaned up pretty well too. She's wearing a lacy, white top and a short but flowy, dark blue dress. She looks sexy but classy. Her look is classic beauty; like she'd be pinned up on the barracks wall of some GI in WWII. She notices you looking and shows off a bit, holding her skirt out a little. <<kristen "Not bad, right?">> she asks. You look at the seemingly miraculous clean up, then at her effortlessly beautiful visage. <<you "I think you're bullshitting me, cause there's no way you cleaned up the huge mess you described, and managed to make yourself look that good in 45 minutes.">> She smiles and says, <<kristen "What can I say...I'm talented. Well talented at cleaning up my messes, at least.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//You chuckle at that.//''">><<set $kristen.note5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "You know, I don't even know your name.">> you say. She smiles warmly and replies, <<kristen "Kristen Drew. Nice to meet you.">> <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> you say as you reach out to shake her hand. She waves off your handshake and hugs you. <<kristen "Thank you again. Thank you so much. Really.">> she says with genuine gratitude. You smile and say, <<you "Come by tomorrow night and let me know how it went, OK?">> She looks at you and smiles. <<kristen "Bet.">> she says. You think that means yes. <<set $sunday13a=1>><<set $kristen.intro=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<kristenloveGain 1>> <<kristenloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <img src="images/intro/respectwomen.jpg" alt="respect women poster" class="left"> <</nobr>><span class="barbie">PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:</span> This game contains some pretty dark themes and material. If you choose to take the dark path with the main character, he will basically become a monster who extorts, blackmails, humiliates, and sexually dominates women. This game is 100% fantasy and I want to make it clear that in no way do I support any of this behavior in real life. People who do things like that should be buried under the prison, as far as I'm concerned. Strive to be good to each other. Respect women. Seriously. <<link "CONTINUE" "title page 3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <img src="images/intro/thankyou2.jpg" alt="thank you" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/thankyou.jpg" alt="thank you" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/thankyou3.jpg" alt="thank you" class="left"> <</nobr>><span class="barbie">MESSAGE TO THE PLAYER:</span> Thank you for downloading <span class="barbie">Confidence Man.</span> With this project, I'm trying to craft a deep and satisfying story with well developed characters, where your choices as the protaganist really matter and drastically change your relationships with other people. The vast majority of choices you make in your interactions will result in unique scenes and will permanently change how characters react to you in the future. CHOICES MATTER. FOR REAL. This game is, and always will be, free of charge. If you paid money for it...YOU GOT SCAMMED. Sorry. If you do enjoy this game, I humbly ask that you consider supporting me on <a href="https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark" target="_blank">PATREON.</a> Donations do not support the development of the game, but they help me with my personal expenses, which allows me to spend more time on developing the game. If you don't want to donate, that's totally cool. Instead, please consider reviewing the game on F95ZONE or wherever you downloaded it. Thank you again for playing. Without you, the player, this game has no purpose. I genuinely hope you enjoy your experience. <span class="alida">SYNOPSIS:</span> You play as a con man who has been put into witness protection and relocated to a small coastal island town. You become employed as a professor of Psychology and Human Sexuality at the Harrington institute. There will be plenty of people for you to meet, plenty of choices for you to make, and plenty of mystery for you to unravel... And there's a buncha fuckin' too. As of the Chapter 1.2 Update, this game is playable in Hardcore Mode where the story's forward and back buttons will be disabled. If you choose to BEGIN GAME IN HARDCORE MODE, you will not be able to "re-do" any choices without loading a previous save or restarting the game. If you change your mind mid-game, you can Toggle Hardcore Mode from the corresponding button on the sidebar menu. <<button "BEGIN GAME IN NORMAL MODE" "input first name">><</button>> <<button "BEGIN GAME IN HARDCORE MODE" "input first name">> <<run $("#ui-bar-history").toggle()>> <<set $hideHistory = $("#ui-bar-history").css("display") == "none">> <</button>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <img src="images/intro/alidacar.jpg" alt="alida's car" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/alidahouse.jpg" alt="alida's house" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/alidalivingroom.jpg" alt="alida's living room" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday129.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/alidatravel.jpg" alt="alida backpacking on a mountain." class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Of course I will. You're, like, my only friend!">> you say with a smile. She laughs and you both head over to her car. You're meeting a lot of new people, so that line is not going to work for long. Better take advantage of it now. You both hop in her car and in seconds, you're speeding down the road together. As before, Alida seems to only have two speeds when driving: stopped, and as fast as possible. The engine screams as you fly through the streets of the little town. You're still very uncomfortable going this fast, but Alida seems to not be bothered by any of it. After a few minutes drive she suddenly comes to a stop, parking the car in front of a little blue house at the edge of town. You both get out and start walking up the path to the front door. The house has an unusual architectural design and the lawn and garden are well manicured. <<you "Cute house!">> you exclaim. She smiles wide. <<alida "Thanks! I did the garden myself!">> she says. She seems really proud of herself. It must have been a lot of hard work to make the garden look that good. You head inside and she drops her purse on the coffee table in the living room before flopping into a big armchair. You take a seat on the couch and relax for a moment, attempting to relieve some of the tension you still have from the hectic car ride. After a few moments, you ask, <<you "So what was it that you wanted to show me?">> She smiles at you and says, <<alida "Before I do that, let me ask you something.">> You smile back. <<you "Sure, what is it?">> <<alida "Do you think it's OK for educators like us to have side gigs? You know, to make some extra money?">> she asks. You think for a moment, then reply. <<you "Well, I don't see why not, as long as your duty to your students comes first. I think that educators in this country are often underpaid, especially ones who are new to the profession. That can be a tough introduciton to the field. If they were paid more, we might have better luck retaining more of them. But until that happens...I think you kinda gotta do what you gotta do.">> you say. She looks at you with a satisfied smile. <<you "Sorry, maybe that was a little longwinded.">> you say. <<alida "No! Not at all! I agree with you. I just wanted to know what you think before you see what I wanted to show you.">> she says. Your curiosity is increasing by the second. What is this thing she wants to show you? <<you "OK, you have me very curious. What is it that you want to show me?">> you ask. <<alida "Wait here. I'll go get it ready. Promise you'll wait here.">> she says. <<you "I promise.">> you reply. She giggles and heads off down the hallway towards the back of the house. You sit alone in her living room, looking around. You notice that there are a lot of pictures of Alida backpacking and doing extreme sports like whitewater kayaking and the like. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's a real thrill seeker,//''">><<set $alida.note14=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> you think to yourself. Makes sense...the way she drives. Your butthole puckers at the thought. After a few minutes, she calls to you from the back of the house. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2cb1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <img src="images/intro/alidacar3.jpg" alt="alida's car" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/alidahouse.jpg" alt="alida's house" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/alidalivingroom.jpg" alt="alida's living room" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/jointroll.jpg" alt="alida rolling a joint" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/jointsmoke.jpg" alt="two people smoking a joint" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday128.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday129.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>You shrug and smile. <<you "Say less. Let's go.">> you say, and hop in the passenger seat of her car. She giggles and says, <<alida "Buckle up!">> You start to get your seatbelt on when she punches the gas and the car takes off like a rocket. The two of you speed down the road together, whizzing past the scenery so fast that you barely have time to figure out what you're seeing. You look over at Alida. She has a huge smile on her face as the wind whips her hair around the inside of the car. She's a bit of a thrill seeker, this girl. After a short drive, you arrive at a small but pleasant looking blue house at the edge of town. Its interesting architectural style and well-landscaped garden make it stand out from the other nearby houses. It's a standout house for a standout personality like Alida's, you think to yourself. She parks the car in front and the two of you get out and head inside. <<alida "Make yourself at home,">> she says with a friendly smile. <<you "Thank you.">> you say, as you take a seat on the couch. <<alida "You want something to drink?">> she asks. <<you "Just some water would be great, thanks.">> you reply. She heads to the kitchen. You notice many pictures of Alida backpacking in the wilderness. <<nobr>><<link "''//Seems as though she likes adventure.//''">><<set $alida.note14=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She returns with a glass of water. As you drink it, she opens a little, wooden box on the coffee table and produces a bag of weed, a metal grinder, and some rolling papers. She quickly grinds up some weed and rolls it into a joint with the skill that only a regular weed smoker can muster. She grabs a lighter out of the box and sparks up, making sure that the joint is burning evenly before taking a big rip and passing it to you. You don't smoke weed that often. Not that you have anything against it, but you usually don't have the free time to just zone out for a couple hours, especially in a line of work that requires clear-headed thinking. Today, however, you've got some time. Getting stoned with your new, beautiful, big-tittied friend seems like a great idea. The two of you smoke the joint, letting its euphoric effect wash over you. Your mind starts to wander all over the place, as does hers. The two of you start talking about all manner of things; from puzzling, scientific mysteries to funny, pet animal anecdotes, from silly, childhood stories to deep, philosophical thought exercises. Eventually, she steers the subject to sex. <<alida "So, since you're a pervert sex teacher,">> she says, jokingly. You correct her, <<you "Genius pervert sex PROFESSOR. I have advanced degrees, you know.">> She lets out a stoned giggle. <<alida "OK, sorry PROFESSOR. But I have a kinda weird thing that I need to talk about with someone.">> she says. Her joking tone is gone, and she seems a little uncomfortable now. You can tell from the shift in her demeanor that what she wants to talk about is probably more serious than typical stoned talk. You fight through the effects of the weed and try your best to be "professional" here. <<you "I'm assuming this kinda weird thing is a kinda weird sex thing, right?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "OK, shoot.">> you say. She hesitates. <<alida "Are you sure this isn't going to be too weird for you">> she asks. You play along and act the part of your alter-ego. <<you "Of course not. It's my job.">> you say, reassuringly. It seems to work as Alida's expression changes from apprehensive to confident. <<alida "OK...well, it's about a thing... that is kinda...a weird sex thing. I'm not sure what to think about it or if there's something wrong with me.">> she says. You're certainly intrigued by this. <<link "You want to know more." "sunday 1-2cd1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday123.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="black car burnout" class="left"> <</nobr>>She stands there with that silly, displeased look on her face. You look right at her. <<you "What?">> you ask, indignantly. She looks even more pissed now. <<alida "I was going to come over here and give you a chance to be a decent person and apologize for yesterday.">> she says. You let out a derisive laugh. This seems to make her even more upset. Good. <<you "That's funny,">> you say. <<alida "What is?">> she asks. <<you "The fact that you think it's me who owes you an apology, not the other way around.">> She looks at you, confused, in disbelief. <<alida "Why the fuck would I apologize to you?">> <<you "You called me Captain Creepy just for looking at you. You yelled it out in front of a whole bunch of people. That's fucking rude. I wasn't even staring at you, and even if I was,">> you pause for dramatic effect, <<you "You probably would have liked it. That's probably why you were dressed so slutty in the first place; to get guys to stare at you, right?">> She looks away, not making eye contact. <<nobr>><<link "''//You know you're right.//''">><<set $alida.note6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "So if I'm Captain Creepy, what does that make you, Queen Slutty?">> She's had enough at this point. <<alida "Fuck you!">> she yells and storms back to her car. As she's pulling away in a burst of tire smoke, you yell, <<you "See ya later, Queen Slutty!">> <<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=5>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday123.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday121.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>You put your hands up in front of you and say, <<you "Hey, white flag OK? Can we parley?">> She wrinkles up her face in confusion. You think it might have been "parley." <<you "It means to discuss terms with an enemy.">> you tell her. She rolls her eyes and says, <<alida "I know what it means, asshole. I'm a history teacher.">> Fuck. You work with her too. FUCK. <<you "I'm just gonna say my piece and then I'll leave. OK?">> She gives you a "get on with it" hand signal. You continue, <<you "I'm sorry I gave you the finger yesterday. I realize now that you were just joking around, and I misinterpreted it. You're probably a perfectly nice person. I was really tired and irritable from traveling, but that's not your fault. I'm not trying to make excuses, I just want you to know why I acted that way. Since we're going to be working together-">> she cuts you off. <<alida "You work at Harrington?">> she asks. <<you "Yes. I'm new.">> She looks at you like she's in the process of making a decision. <<alida "OK. Apology accepted.">> she says with a polite smile. You're relieved so you smile back. <<you "Good. I didn't like the idea of starting off my time on the island that way.">> you say. She smiles wider and says, <<alida "Well thanks for the apology. Sorry about the Captain Creepy thing too. I was just joking, like you said...but...sometimes people misinterpret things I say. I'm glad we cleared it up.">> <<nobr>><<link "''//You two may be more alike than you thought.//''">><<set $alida.note7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "Me too.">> you say. You both stand there for a few more moments, then part ways. She hops back in her car and peels out leaving you standing in a cloud of tire smoke. You think back to yesterday. So she's the crazy fuckin' driver. Noted. <<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=6>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday123.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday121.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>As she approaches you, you say, <<you "Please stop calling me that. I don't appreciate it.">> She's momentarily taken aback by your serious demeanor. <<alida "Woah! I was just joking around. Don't be so sensitive.">> she responds. You continue in a serious tone, <<you "I'm not being overly sensitive. I don't like you calling me that and I want you to stop.">> She frowns at you for a moment then replies. <<alida "Sorry. I didn't know you didn't have a sense of humor.">> she says. You're starting to get a little frustrated with this girl. Better try explaining yourself. <<you "It's not about that. It's about I'm new on the island, and I'm assuming you know everyone already. If you go around calling me Captain Creepy, then that creep label is going to stick and I don't want that. You don't hear me calling you Queen Slutty, do you? No. So do me the same courtesy, OK?">> She still seems a little annoyed; maybe because you're not playing along with her joke, or maybe because of the "Queen Slutty" thing. Either way, she shrugs and shakes her head, seemingly retreating, and says, <<alida "OK sure. Whatever you say. No more Captain Creepy. I promise.">> She shoots you a little smile and you return one back. She heads off down the sidewalk and you decide to go in the other direction. Your exchange with Alida may have turned her off to you, but in the long run, it may be worth it. <<nobr>><<link "''//She knows who she's dealing with,//''">><<set $alida.note8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> and she knows that you don't like her fucking with you. Maybe you will end up getting closer to her, maybe not. But you've certainly taken a stand, and that makes you feel good about yourself, at least. <<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=7>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday121.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"><img src="images/alida/alidasunday125.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday122.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday124.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>You smile and play along with the joke for now. You think maybe if you apologize again for staring at her yesterday, she might appreciate your sincerity and stop calling you creepy. <<you "Just going for a walk and 100% not creeping on girls.">> She giggles at your joke. You continue, <<you "Listen, I'm really sorry about staring at you like that yesterday. I was so exhausted from the journey I was just totally checked out. If I'm honest, I didn't even see you there.">> <<alida "No problem. I'm just giving you shit. It's just...how I am, I guess.">> She smiles a wide and mischevious grin. <<alida "I'll stop calling you creepy. Small town like this...those labels tend to stick.">> she says with a wink. You let out an internal sigh of relief. You're already going to be a suspected creep. After all, you're a single, straight guy who took a job teaching sex to much younger women at a reform school. That's a pretty creepy baseline. <<you "So what are you up to today?">> you ask. <<alida "Just out for a little drive. I spotted you walking along and figured I should say hello.">> <<you "Thanks, that's actually really nice. I don't really know too many people yet.">> <<alida "And what are you doing today?">> she asks. <<you "Well...I was trying to find my office on campus, but...">> Your voice trails off and she interjects, <<alida "So you're a new teacher?">> she asks. <<you "Yes, I just got hired a few days ago.">> you reply. Her eyes light up and her smile widens. <<alida "That's awesome! I teach here too! History. What are you teaching?">> You pause, realizing that after you answer her question, you're probably going to be labeled "Lord High Admiral Creepy" but you answer anyway. <<you "I'm teaching Psychology-">> you say. She continues smiling. <<you "-and Human Sexuality.">> Her smile fades and she frowns at you. <<alida "You know it's getting really hard not to call you creepy, right?">> she says. You laugh and she chuckles a few times. <<you "I know, I know. But it's a really important subject for young people to learn. Sex is something that every young woman is going to need to know about. And the way I see it, it's best they're learning about it from a professional.">> Her eyes widen and she asks, <<alida "So you're a sex professional is what you're telling me? You're not making this better for yourself, you know that, right?">> You realize it sounds bad when you say it like that, and you laugh, nervously. She seems to sense your anxiety and tries to calm the situation. <<alida "I'm just joking with you again. I understand what you mean. Maybe if I had a sex teacher like you when I was younger then I wouldn't be so fucked up.">> You stand there trying to unpack that last sentence she said. <<you "You're a very forward person, you know that?">> you ask. She laughs and replies, <<alida "I've heard people say stuff like that...usually not as nicely.">> she says, smiling. <<you "Oh? What do they usually say?">> you ask. She hesitates to answer and you see, for the first time, a hint of apprehension creep into her confident demeanor. <<alida "I don't want to bother you with that stuff. Let's just say that my filter is kinda...broken. I usually end up saying stuff that gets me in trouble.">> she says. There's something about her that you are drawn to. She seems genuinely nice, but also brutally honest. <<nobr>><<link "''//She doesn't seem to hold anything back,//''">><<set $alida.note9=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> until you asked her about how she'd been treated by others in the past. Then she hesitated; that's a sore spot for her. She's a very intriguing person. You really want to get to know her better, so you shoot your shot. <<you "Am I gonna get in trouble if I say I want your phone number?">> You really hope this works. A warm smile forms on her face. <<alida "Of course not! Gimme your phone.">> she says. You hand her your phone and she punches in her number under the name Alida (Cute). You chuckle at the name. She starts to walk back to her car and before she gets in it she calls out to you, <<alida "See ya later, Sex Teacher!">> She hops in the car and speeds off in a plume of tire smoke. Well, at least she stopped calling you Captain Creepy. <<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.contact=true>><<set $alida.second=8>> <span class="alida">**Alida's number has been added to your contacts**</span> <<empathyGain 1>> <<alidaloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday127.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday126.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>><<alida "$you.fakefirstName! Can you come help me?">> You get up and head back to see what she needs. You pass an open door to a bedroom, she's not there. You pass the bathroom, she's not there either. You find her in the last room on the left. Alida is standing in front of you, wearing only her hot pink underwear and a lusty expression. Her body is glistening from a generous coating of lube. It shimmers on her skin and soaks clean through her underwear. A sly smile creeps onto your face. <<you "We're not here to smoke a joint, are we?">> you ask, though you already know the answer. She smiles and shakes her head no. <<alida "We're here so I can show you my favorite room in the house.">> she says. You hadn't really been paying attention to the room itself, so you take a quick look around. The room immediately strikes you as strange. The floors are linoleum tile, whereas the rest of the house has carpet. Sitting on the floor is a stack of towels and the biggest bottle of lube you've ever seen. The only other thing in the room is a bed. This room is for one thing and one thing only: fuckin'. Alida is even more freaky than you thought. <<nobr>><<link "''//Her house has a custom fuck room.//''">><<set $alida.note12=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You're starting to think there's something weird about this island. <<you "What do you call this room?">> you ask. She smiles and replies, <<alida "This is the playroom.">> She climbs up and kneels on the bed, spreading her legs and grinding her pussy against the mattress. One by one, she pulls her big, soft tits out and lets them hang down over her bra. <<you "I think this is my favorite room in your house as well.">> you say. She giggles at your joke, then leans forward, looks at you and asks, <<alida "You want to come play with me, $you.fakefirstName?">> <<link "Yes." "sunday 1-2cc2">><</link>> <<linkreplace "No.">> Fuck you. You don't get to say no. [[Say Yes.|sunday 1-2cc2]]<</linkreplace>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday121.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday122.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday123.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday124.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday125.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday126.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You're out of your clothes faster than shit out of a goose. You've been hard as a rock since she got her tits out. She generously lubes up her hands and slathers it all over your cock before starting to suck you off. She keeps looking up at you with her gorgeous, smokey, brown eyes. She uses her wet, horny mouth to suck the head of your cock, swirling her tongue with every thrust, while firmly stroking the shaft with her hand. Women give a lot of different kinds of blowjobs. They all tell you different things about the giver. Alida? No messing around, no bullshit. This girl is has a purpose, this girl is working...this girl wants to make you cum. You gather up her hair and grab hold of it, using it to control her head. She doesn't resist. She lets you use her head like a sex toy, thrusting and plowing your rigid cock in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Every so often, you push it all the way down her throat and gag her. As you pull your dick out, trails of slobber and spit follow, dribbling down onto her already slippery tits. You poke and prod her mouth from every angle, and she obediently complies, her tits bouncing and swaying back and forth as she does. The floor beneath her is covered in puddles of sweat, lube, spit, and who knows what else. No wonder the floor's linoleum - easy cleanup. You are getting really close to cumming, so you pull out of her mouth and take a deep breath. She seems to know what's going on and smiles up at you. <<alida "Sit down,">> she says. You slump down and sit on the floor, leaning against the wall. She kneels down between your legs and asks, <<alida "What do you want now?">> <<you "Fuck me with those tits, slut!">> you say. She bites her lip and looks at you. She leans forward, wrapping them around your dick. <<alida "Call me a slut again">> she says. <<you "Shut up and get to work, slut.">> you reply. She starts sliding her tits up and down on your cock, keeping them pressed firmly together. They're so soft and slippery and the pressure feels great on your cock. Her mouth certainly felt great too. A little too great. That shit was gonna make you bust early for sure. It's nice to slow things down a little. She jiggles her tits playfully on either side of your cock. Little drops of lube and spit fly off of them and spatter all over the place. She giggles and looks at you with those beautiful eyes as she licks the tip of your dick. <<you "You think you're cute, huh slut?">> you ask. <<alida "Of course!">> she says, proudly. <<you "Whose slut are you?">> you ask. <<alida "I'm your slut, $you.fakefirstName! I'm your filthy little cum slut!">> You remind her, <<you "Sluts don't use their mouths for talking.">> She immediately takes you in her mouth, sucking and deepthroating you, changing the angle of her head so your cock is rubbing against different parts of the inside of her mouth. It feels amazing, like no blowjob you've ever gotten. Every so often she raises her eybrows at you, as if to say "I'm pretty good at this, right?" She is, indeed, pretty good at this. You feel like you're gonna cum any minute now, and this time, you're not gonna slow things down. You stand up and start jerking off above her face. She tilts her head back and prepares to receive your load. Sucking on her fingers and rubbing her tits she says, <<alida "Cum on my face, $you.fakefirstName! Make me your filthy little cum slut!">> Who are you to argue with that? You explode and shower burst after burst of thick, white cum onto her eager, little face. She revels in it, taking each rope as if it was a generous and valued gift. After you're done, she sucks the last few drops of cum from your dick and kneels in front of you jiggling her tits and playing with your huge load. You walk slowly to the bed and flop down on it, exhausted. She comes over and joins you. You turn to look at her and she looks back. Her face is still covered in your cum. <<alida "You still down for that joint?">> she asks. You just close your eyes and smile. <<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=3>><<set $alida.call12=0>><<set $alida.text12=0>><<set $alida.blow=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<alidacorruptionGain 1>> <<alidaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday1210.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday127.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday128.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday129.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday1211.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday1212.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "I'll tell you right now, most things that I encounter with patients, things they think are 'kinda weird,' are usually not really that big of a deal.">> you say. This seems to encourage her to open up even more. <<alida "Well that makes me feel a little better.">> she says, smiling. She continues, <<alida "So...do you know what cum tributes are?">> This you actually do know. <<you "When men ejaculate on pictures of women they are attracted to. They film it and put it on the internet as their form of tribute to the woman in the picture.">> you reply. She looks at you, intently. <<alida "What do you think about them?">> she asks. You're more interested in what she thinks about them, and it was her who brought this up, so you Uno Reverse her. <<you "Well, what do YOU think about them?">> you ask. She smiles and wags her finger at you. <<alida "No No No. I asked you first.">> she says. If this were a real therapy session, you would not let the patient guide the line of questioning like this, but this is just two friends smoking a joint and talking about shit, so you figure it's okay to answer. <<you "Well...first off, I can say that like anything that's being debated on the internet, there's no easy way to examine this phenomenon. Some women say it's misogynistic, and I can see why they would feel that way. Some men say that it's a form of praise, and I can see why THEY would feel that way also.">> You pause, hoping that she may now start to open up on the subject. <<alida "So I read an article about it from a feminist writer who I really respect. She said that what makes it wrong is that the people in the pictures never intended the picture to be used for someone else's sexual gratification. Like if it was a porn star, fine. They want people to look and jerk off. But if you're not a porn star, then it's really offensive.">> She looks to you to gauge your reaction. You think for a moment then reply. <<you "I definitely understand what she's saying. I mean if you just posted some normal picture of yourself on social media, then someone makes a video of themselves jerking off on that picture...I can see how many people would feel violated by that experience.">> you say. <<alida "I can understand that too, but here's the thing...">> she pauses. She's working up the courage to say it. <<alida "The thought of someone thinking that I'm so attractive that they cum just from looking at a picture of me...the thought that they want to cover my picture in their cum and fantasize about the real me covered in their cum...">> Her voice trails off. You finish her thought for her.. <<you "It turns you on.">> you say. <<alida "YES! IT TOTALLY DOES! Does that make me a bad person?">> she asks. <<nobr>><<link "''//So she likes guys who idolize her.//''">><<set $alida.note13=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Better say something to reassure her. <<you "I don't think so. Not at all. You feel bad because someone you respect has brought up a moral conflict with something that arouses you, sexually. I can't tell you how to feel about that, all I can say is that different people are turned on by different things. It's not often something we can control. I'll also say that sometimes we disagree about specific things with people whom we respect. That doesn't mean that you have betrayed them or something, it just means that you don't agree about everything, and I think that's just fine.">> She smiles even more warmly at you now. Seems like you said the right thing there. She stands up and says, <<alida "I'm really glad that you feel this way. I think I can trust you. Will you come with me to my bedroom? I need your help.">> Woah, she went from 0 to 100 pretty fast there. But then again...the way she drives...maybe not so unexpected. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2cd2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday1213.jpg" alt="alida and you on a bed" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday128.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday129.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1210.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1211.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1212.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1213.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1214.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>She leads you to her bedroom and you sit down on the bed. You're thinking about what to do, but she's already got a plan, apparently. She takes off her shirt and bra, unleashing those two big, beautiful boobs you've been thinking about since yesterday. She picks up a little, pink makeup mirror from her dresser and sits down on the bed next to you. She hands you the mirror. You're still too busy thinking about her tits. Then, she asks, <<alida "Can I suck your dick then watch you cum on me in this mirror?">> You think for a minute this might somehow be a trick question. Anytime the answer is so obvious, you naturally get suspicious. Still... <<you "Of course you can suck my dick and I will cum anywhere you want me to!">> you say with a big grin. She giggles, grabs the mirror back from you and says, <<alida "Well get your pants off then, Professor!">> You drop your pants and she gets down on her knees. Kneeling in front of you, she gives your knob a preemptive little suck. She looks up at you for a moment while she starts slowly sucking your cock. She's focusing on the head of your dick and you can feel her swirling her tongue around the tip inside her mouth. She holds up the mirror so she can watch herself blow you. Her eyes are focused on the image of herself engaged in such a raw, hedonistic act. She's seemingly entranced by herself. You think about whether or not you would get turned on watching yourself eat a girl out in a little hand mirror. Probably not. The logistics of eating pussy don't really allow for great field of vision. After a few minutes she pulls your cock out of her mouth, stands up and gently pushes you down onto the bed. You lie on your back and she hops up there with you and keeps sucking. She gives you the mirror and you hold it up, allowing her to admire her work in real time. She takes your pipe farther and farther down her throat, gagging as the tip bangs against her tonsils. Her big, soft tits gently swing beneath her as she sucks. She's getting you very close and you don't want to bust too early so you tap her on the back and say, <<you "You need to slow down.">> She pulls her mouth off of you and giggles. <<alida "Need a little break,">> she asks. You nod. While she's giving you a little break, she gets off the bed and strips off her shorts and panties. Now all she's wearing is a pair of sneakers and a smile. Watching her strip naked, seeing her tits jiggle while she does it, spying her cute little pussy for the first time, these things are not helping you in your mission to not prematurely ejaculate. You attempt to think unsexy thoughts. She returns to the bed to continue her work. She keeps working your pole, alternating between sucking it and stroking it firmly with her hand. She spits on it to keep it slippery. You keep holding the mirror up for her and she keeps glancing at herself in it. With your other hand, you reach behind Alida and start fingering her pussy. Her body shudders at your touch. The sounds of her smacking and slobbering on your cock make you even more aroused. Her hair, draped across your chest, tickles and tingles your senses, further exciting your pecker. Sensing you're close to cumming again, she gives you another little break. <<alida "Get up baby. I want you to fuck my mouth.">> she says. You have no objections. You stand up and she gets on all fours with her face right in front of your cock. You grab her by the back of the head and thrust you dick into her mouth, pumping in and out of it like it was a pussy. Her huge udders swing beneath her with every thrust. She's getting used, and she certainly likes it. You think back to meeting her yesterday at the ferry terminal and you're pretty glad you managed to be so fucking charming. For the third time now, you feel like you're about to cum. This time, no amount of slowing down will stop it. The die has been cast, so to speak. You tap her on the back of the head and she knows exactly what that means. She pulls away from your cock and you frantically start jerking it in her face. She grabs the makeup mirror and says, <<alida "Not on me, do it on the mirror. I want to watch you cum tribute me!">> At this point, your gonna cum on whatever's in front of you, so its a good thing she put that mirror there. She looks in the mirror and sees herself lustily looking back as you cover her image with your jizz. When you've finished she stares at the mirror, transfixed by the vision of herself covered in your cum. She licks her fingers like she's seducing her own reflection. Then, as you stand there, your penis slowly deflating, she licks your seed off the mirror and slurps it down. It's official - Alida Mayana - Certified Freak, Seven Days A Week. <<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=4>><<set $alida.call12=0>><<set $alida.text12=0>><<set $alida.blow=1>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<alidaloveGain 1>> <<alidaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

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<<nobr>> <<if $day is 12 and $brianna.pic13 is 0>> <img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie1.jpg" alt="brianna naked selfie"> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.pic13 is 0>> <img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie1.jpg" alt="brianna naked selfie"> <<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.pic13 is 1>> <img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie.jpg" alt="brianna naked selfie"> <<elseif $day is 21>> <img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie2.jpg" alt="brianna selfie"> <<elseif $day is 41>> <img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie3.jpg" alt="brianna selfie"> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/sunday1/rogermickey.jpg" alt="roger and mickey" class="left"> <</nobr>>The three of you keep talking for a few more beers worth of time. There's a lull in the conversation and Roger asks, <<roger "So what do you think of our little island?">> You think for a moment, then you reply. <<if $sunday14 is 1>><<you "It's been OK, I guess.">> you reply. Roger shoots a knowing look over at Mickey. Then Mickey asks, <<mickey "You haven't noticed anything unusual about the women?">> You think about his question. <<you "Honestly, I can't say that I have.">> you reply. They both laugh out loud leaving you confused. <<roger "If you haven't noticed, then you must really not be on your game!">> Roger says. It is true that you have not really been doing well with women since you arrived on the island. Still, you're confused as to what these two guys are talking about. <<you "OK is one of you gonna let me in on the secret?">> you say. They seem to take pity on your stupid ass and Mickey replies, <<mickey "Well...this doesn't really matter to us, since we're gay, but we do notice things-">> Roger cuts him off, <<roger "And one thing we've noticed since settling on the island...the women here seem extremely horny!">> he says with a chuckle. You think about it. You hadn't really noticed. Mickey continues. <<mickey "We're not really sure what's going on here. Is there a paranormal storm that gives a single guy super powers and turns his life into a porn game? Is it some age old war between ancient demons fighting over the power of the magical lights? Did some shadowy company create mind altering chemicals that they're using to control all the women on this island? I don't know. All I know is women are throwing themselves at good looking, single guys like you as if you're Hollywood casting directors.">> <<elseif $sunday14 is 2>><<you "It's been OK, I guess.">> you reply. Roger shoots a knowing look over at Mickey. Then Mickey asks, <<mickey "You haven't noticed anything unusual about the women?">> You think about his question. <<you "Come to think of it...they do seem extra flirty.">> you reply. They both laugh out loud leaving you confused. <<roger "So you HAVE noticed!">> Roger says <<you "I guess I have. But what's the big secret?">> you say. They seem to take pity on your stupid ass and Mickey replies, <<mickey "Well...this doesn't really matter to us, since we're gay, but we do notice things-">> Roger cuts him off, <<roger "And one thing we've noticed since settling on the island...the women here seem extremely horny! Every single guy who shows up to work at the Institute seems to have the women flocking to him.">> he says with a chuckle. Mickey continues. <<mickey "We're not really sure what's going on here. Is there a paranormal storm that gives a single guy super powers and turns his life into a porn game? Is it some age old war between ancient demons fighting over the power of the magical lights? Did some shadowy company create mind altering chemicals that they're using to control all the women on this island? I don't know. All I know is women are throwing themselves at good looking, single guys like you as if you're Hollywood casting directors.">> <<elseif $sunday14 is 3>><<you "Honestly...it's been a roller coaster so far.">> you say. They shoot each other an knowing look as you continue speaking. <<you "I don't know if you guys would have noticed this, since you're both gay, but...some of the women on this island...they're fucking horny as hell!">> Both of your new friends start laughing out loud. <<roger "See, I told you he'd notice!">> Roger says to Mickey with a smile. You realize these guys may actually understand what's going on, so you keep talking about the phenomenon. <<you "What the hell is going on here? I mean did some paranormal storm give me superpowers and turn my whole life into a porn game? Am I caught in the middle of some age old war between ancient demons fighting over the power of the magical lights? Did some shadowy company create mind altering chemicals that they're using to control all the women on this island? I don't know what it is, but I'm telling you guys...women are throwing themselves at me like I'm a Hollywood casting director or something.">> <<else>><</if>> The three of you continue drinking your beers and discussing the phenomenon. You all have your theories, but Mickey seems to have the simplest one that really makes sense. <<mickey "I don't think it's really anything strange. I think it's just human nature, right?">> <<you "What do you mean?">> you ask. <<mickey "Well think about it. The island is small. Not a lot of people here to choose from. There's not really too many jobs here other than The Institute and the fishing boats. Most single guys who grow up here either leave the island when they're 18, or they go work on the boats.">> Roger nods in agreement. You suspect these two have formulated this theory together. Mickey continues, <<mickey "The Institute's teachers are mostly women; that makes sense, since it's an all girls school. So if you're a single woman on the island who's looking for an eligible man, what are your choices?">> The question hangs in the air, then Roger answers it. <<roger "The rarely-sighted, single man teaching at The Instiitute, or a bunch of guys who smell like fish and spend their paychecks drinking themselves stupid at the bar every night.">> It's all starting to click in your mind. With the slim pickings in the man market on the island, no wonder the women are all so horny. <<roger "These poor girls have probably been burning through batteries for their vibrators at a staggering rate!">> The three of you laugh out loud at that thought. You've probably had enough beer to fall asleep now, so you say your goodbyes to your new friendly neighbors and head back to your apartment. You think to yourself, that conversation was extremely enlightening. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-4aa">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg details>> <img src="images/intro/thankyou2.jpg" alt="thank you" class="left"> <</nobr>><div class="credits">The End of Chapter 1.</div>Before you continue to Chapter 2... <div class="center"><span class="alida">**IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED THAT YOU SAVE TO DISK NOW**</span></div> If you enjoyed your experience so far, and wish to donate, You can do so on <a href="https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark" target="_blank">PATREON.</a> Donations do not support the development of the game, but they help me with my personal expenses, which allows me to spend more time on developing the game. You could also really help out by leaving a review on F95ZONE, or wherever it was that you downloaded the game. The more reviews the game gets, the more people will be able to find it and enjoy it for themselves. Or, you can join the <a href="https://discord.gg/UYGkDB7kBr" target="_blank">Confidence Man Discord Server</a> to hang out with other people who enjoy the game. Now... <<link "On to Chapter 2" "chapter2 intro">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday128.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/alidatravel.jpg" alt="alida backpacking on a mountain" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday1214.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cockout.gif" alt="you pulling your cock out" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday1215.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>You continue to lie on the couch with your eyes still closed. From behind you, you hear Alida. <<alida "So...I'm gonna go get that thing I wanted to show you. You still want to see it, right?">> she asks. You reply without opening your eyes. <<you "I said I would do it, right?">> you ask her. <<alida "Yeah but...I don't know...I just wasn't sure.">> she replies, meekly. <<you "Alida, when I say I'm going to do something, I do it. I expect the same from you. Remember, you agreed that after I see whatever this is and tell you what I think about it, then you'd owe me one.">> you say. <<alida "Well what do you want me to do to repay you?">> she asks. From the shift in her tone of voice, without even looking at her, you can tell that she's trying to be cute and flirty with that question. But you're not falling for it. <<you "I will let you know when you need to know. Now go get whatever it is you want to show me. I don't have all day.">> you say, firmly. <<alida "OK. I'll be back in a few minutes.">> she says. You hear her footsteps trail off down the hallway towards the back of the house. Once she's gone you open your eyes and take the opportunity to look around a little. Once you're in someone's house, you can learn a lot of information about them, if you know where to look. There are a lot of pictures of Alida backpacking and posing in front of stunning natural wonders. This combined with the way she drives...<<nobr>><<link "''//she's probably an adrenaline junkie.//''">><<set $alida.note14=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Why the hell is she living and working on this boring little island then? You came to the island because boring means safe. But someone who drives as recklessly as Alida is not too concerned with safety. You are intruigued, but you'll have to think more about this later, because you hear Alida coming back. You lay back down on the couch and close your eyes again, before she sees you. <<alida "Hey sleepyhead! Did I lose you?">> she asks. <<you "No.">> you reply. <<alida "Then open your eyes and take a look.">> she says. You open your eyes and look at her. She's wearing different clothes than before. You have to actively stifle a laugh as it tries to escape your mouth. Her outfit is, in a word, shameful. It's a very tight, very short, lime green dress and matching lime green, fishnet kneestockings. She's paired that with big, black, platform heels and finished the outfit off with a chain around her waist and a dog collar around her neck. She looks like she's about to get assfisted in a porn video. <<alida "So? What do you think?">> she asks. <<you "I have no words.">> you say. You're genuinely struggling here. Alida lets out a giggly squeal that jolts you and pains your ears. <<alida "I know, right?! Isn't is SOOOOO CUUUUUTTEE?!?! I saw it online and I just had to order it! Even though it came all the way from Japan or Korea or something like that, and it took, like, a MILLION YEARS to get here, I still just had to have it!! The website said it was some sort of cosplay thing, whatever that means. I don't know, all I know is I LOOOOVVVEEE IT!!!">> You can't take much more of this. You need to do something to grab her attention so she'll shut the fuck up. You stand up, unbuckle your pants, and whip out your cock. She audibly gasps at this turn of events. You give her an unbelieving look and say, <<you "Like you weren't expecting this? You owe me one, remember?">> She rallies from her initial surprise. <<alida "What are you going to do to me, mister?">> she says, in her best fake, innocent-virgin voice. Yeah, you think, she's good to go. Time to destroy this bitch. <<you "Alida, I'm going to throatfuck you until you can barely function, then I'm going to cum all over your face. And don't forget what I said: when I say I'm going to do something, I do it.">> you tell her. Her eyes widen as she watches you stroke your cock to full mast. She pulls both her tits out of her dress, letting them hang down like udders. She squats down in front of the couch, lifting up her dress and rubbing her pussy; anticipating the absolute annhiliation that is about to befall her. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2ca2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1215.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1216.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1217.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1218.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1219.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1220.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1221.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday1216.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>You figure you should start with some foreplay, so you grab her hair and shove your fingers deep down her throat, gagging her. She instinctively starts stroking your cock with her hand. When you pull your fingers free, she gasps for air. You cup your hand in front of her face. <<you "Spit in it.">> you command her. She complies and spits in your hand. You roughly rub her slobber all over her floppy tits, smacking and manhandling them. She winces as she continues stroking your dick. Enough appetizer, time for the main course. You shove your cock in her mouth and start thrusting. You hold her head firmly by its hair handle and bang your dick against the back of her throat. With every pump she makes wet, sloppy gagging noises. After several seconds she tries to pull away, but you maintain a firm hold and push even deeper down her throat, just to remind her who's in charge here. As you remove your cock and she struggles to breathe, spittle dribbles down between her tits. You squeeze them together and jiggle them around. <<you "You're a pretty little whore, you know that?">> you ask as you kiss her face a couple times. She looks up at you and smiles. <<alida "Yes.">> she says. <<nobr>><<link "''//See, all she wanted was a little compliment.//''">><<set $alida.note10=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> This is easier than training a dog, you think, as you jam your rod back into her mouth. You hold her head with both hands and hammer away at her throat. Her eyes start to roll back in her head as she fights for air. When you finally let her breathe, she spits and drools. You catch some of it and use it as lube to rub her pussy a little. <<you "You've been a good whore, so I think you deserve a little reward.">> you say. She smiles back at you, unable to form words. You insert three fingers into her wet pussy and start forcibly massaging her G-spot while she rubs your cock. As you increase your speed and ferocity, she trembles and leans back on the couch to keep from collapsing. She screams and moans in pleasure and pain as you finger her to a squirting climax. She's dazed and breathing heavily, standing over a puddle of her own juices. Her legs are wobbly, and you can see that she's struggling to recover from the brutal and primal orgasm you just gave her. But this is no time to rest. It's time to really put her to work. You grab her by the hair and neck and drag her to her feet. You throw her face down on the couch so her head and tits hang over the edge. You fuck her face in this position, savagely thrusting down her throat as you lean over and finger her asshole. She gasps and gags, and trails of slopper drip from her mouth. When you pull out, you manage to catch a really big glob of it in your hand. You rub it all over her face, smearing her makeup, humiliating her, and marking her as your own. She's gasping for air, still recovering from your savagery. You grab her and flip her on her back. She's too dazed to resist. Holding her down with one hand, you stick your cock in her mouth and violently start fucking her throat upside down. From this angle you can get your dick even farther down there. She grabs your thighs and digs her nails in a little. You pull out to give her air and she slobbers all down her face and into her hair. You plunge back into her mouth, this time holding her down so she can't claw at your legs. You pound her face harder than ever before; so hard, you think she may pass out any second. Good thing you're about to cum. You grab her by the hair and drag her off the couch and to her knees in front of it. She's barely coherent, but she knows what's about to happen. She tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and sticks out her tongue. She rubs her tits as she prepares to receive your load. You shoot wad after wad of thick, gooey, white cum all over her face, hair and tits. You use her tongue to clean the last drop off your cock, then you gather some of your seed off of her body and smear it on her face. You let go of her hair and she collapses onto the floor. After a few moments recovering from your orgasm, you realize that there's really nothing else you need from Alida, so you start getting your clothes on. The whole time, she sits on the floor, lustily staring at you, smiling, and rubbing your cum all over her body. She's been a very good little whore today. Maybe you should tell her that? After all...<<linkreplace "a little compliment can go a long way.">> Nah bro. Just dip. <<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=1>><<set $alida.blow=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<alidacorruptionGain 1>> <<alidaloyaltyGain 1>> [[CONTINUE|sunday 1-2]]<</linkreplace>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday1217.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/wtf.jpg" alt="what the fuck venn diagram" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/massageoil.jpg" alt="hands pouring massage oil" class="left"> <</nobr>><<alida "OK! Come on back! Last door on the right!">> she calls to you. You get up and head back down the hallway, ever more curious now. When you get to the room, you open the door to reveal something wholly unexpected. Alida is standing, fully naked, in front of a massage table. It's the only thing in the room, except for a little chest of drawers that has a stack of towels, and a bottle of lube on top of it. You stand there, stunned. She giggles at your shock. <<alida "You didn't just bust your nut did you?">> she asks. You are still flabbergasted. You can't make your mouth utter words, so you just shake your head no. <<alida "Good! I haven't even shown you yet.">> she says. Suddenly, your mind recognizes the opportunity for a wiseass joke and springs back to lucidity. <<you "I think you're showing me quite a lot, actually.">> you say. She laughs out loud. You can't help but notice her tits bouncing as she does. <<alida "So...this is how I make extra money. I'm a massage therapist on the side.">> she says. You can't help but wonder if she's actually a licensed massage therapist. That training does take some time and money to complete. And she did mention that she needed extra cash, so maybe she didn't have enough money to get a license. But she does have a pretty professional looking setup here, what with the table and the... Wait...WHAT THE FUCK are you thinking about this shit for? She's NAKED! There's a MASSAGE TABLE! There's LUBE! GET IT TOGETHER, MAN! She stands there, patiently smiling at you as you struggle to catch up to what's about to happen. You're still not sure what to do next. Luckily, Alida guides you. <<alida "So, you have to get naked too. That's how this works.">> she says. She doesn't have to tell you twice. You start stripping down as she goes and picks up a bottle of massage oil. Once you're naked too, she smiles and says, <<alida "OK, now let's get you all lubed up!">> Just then, a thought pops into your head and you blurt out, <<you "Hey just so you know, I don't have a condom with me.">> She giggles and responds. <<alida "Well, I like your enthusiasm, but this is just your first session, so I don't think you'll need one today.">> Does that mean she's gonna let you raw dog her? Or is she saying she's not gonna go far enough today that you'd need a condom? You know what...who fucking cares! Something really awesome is about to happen, and at the end of it, you're pretty sure you're gonna have empty balls. <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2cb2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg alidahouse>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1222.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1223.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1224.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1225.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1226.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1227.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasunday1228.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Alida throws a towel over the table and you climb on. <<alida "Lie face down,">> she says. You flip on to your stomach, being careful not to break your cock. <<alida "Now close your eyes and relax.">> she says. You close your eyes. seconds later, you feel her climb on top of you and start rubbing her lubed tits against your back. It's not exactly the best massage, but it feels really good. She slides them up and down your back, leaving a trail of fragrant smelling massage oil behind. <<alida "How does that feel, baby?">> she asks. <<you "So good...">> you say, dreamily. She giggles and says, <<alida "Let me try a different position.">> She turns around 180 degrees and straddles your butt. She pours a generous helping of lube across her ass and lets it drip down onto your lower back. Then, slowly, she starts grinding on your ass with her pussy. As she uses her wet mound to smear the oil across your body, you can hear her breathing heavily and letting out little grunts and moans. She's really getting off on this. You can feel the wetness on your back and ass. At this point, judging by her arousal, it's not just lube that's making things wet down there. After a few minutes, she climbs off. You're so relaxed, you're almost drifting off to sleep. She gives you a little smack on the ass to get your attention. <<alida "Flip over.">> she says. You do as she says. She settles in between your legs and generously lubes up your cock. Then she takes it full in her mouth and starts sucking it, looking at you with those sultry, big, brown eyes. She works the head of your dick with her tongue while she strokes the shaft firmly with her hand. The looks she's giving you are turning you on to no end and you close your eyes to keep from not cumming too early. As if she senses your feeling, she slows things down and takes her mouth off your dick. Instead, she slides it in between her big, soft tits, spitting on it for lube, and slides them up and down on it. You groan in ecstasy as she switches back and forth between fucking you with her lubed tits and stroking you with her lubed hand. <<alida "Don't cum just yet, baby.">> she says, winking at you. <<you "I'm trying real hard not to.">> you say. She smiles. <<alida "Stand up, $you.fakefirstName. I want you to use me.">> You stand up and she kneels on the floor in front of you. She strokes your cock and says <<alida "Fuck my face, $you.fakefirstName. I can take it.">> You grab her hair and she starts sucking your dick. She moves her head in rythym and you follow. She takes each thrust down her throat with ease, occasionally taking a few seconds to come up for air, then getting right back to it. Just when you think she can't take anymore, she surprises you and takes your cock even deeper down her throat and holding it there. She looks you in the eyes as if to say, "See, I told you I could take it." Finally she pulls her mouth off of you, takes a deep breath and asks, <<alida "You close, baby?">> <<you "Yeah,">> you grunt. She squeezes her lubed tits together and puts your dick in between them. You immediately start thrusting forcefully, edging ever closer to your climax. You grunt and she opens her mouth and moans. You stick your fingers in her mouth and she greedily sucks on them while you continue to pound away at her tits. You're getting close to cumming, so you start thrusting faster and harder, but a little too hard. Alida loses her balance and awkwardly steadies herself with her hand. You jack your cock furiously as she regains her balance. Just as she does, you grab her head and shoot your load all over her face. It covers her tongue and drips down onto her tits. Once you've finished, she looks up at you with a smile and says, <<alida "That one's on the house.">> then she licks your dick a little. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's really good at this!//''">><<set $alida.note11=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You take a deep breath and reply, <<you "You sure this is only your side gig?">> you ask. She giggles. Alida, you think, may be your favorite person on this island. <<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=2>><<set $alida.blow=1>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<alidaloveGain 1>> <<alidaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg citynight>> <img src="images/sunday1/marshacondo.jpg" alt="marsha's condo exterior" class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marsha5.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/marsha/marshaintro1.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/sunday1/manwithbinoculars.jpg" alt="man with binoculars" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/burnerphone.jpg" alt="a burner phone" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/voicemail.jpg" alt="voicemail notification" class="left"> <</nobr>>Meanwhile, far away... The building used to be a school before it closed and was redeveloped as condominiums. This part of the city had seen many changes in the past decade. There were a lot of condo conversions like this one that brought with them the young, professional class millenials looking to set down roots, but not wanting to do so in the suburbs, the way their parents had a generation prior. The rideshare driver pulled up in front, and Marsha and her date stumbled out of the car and up to the condo-building's gate. Marsha struggled, against her inebriation, to put in the right code on the lock. After a few tries and much laughter, she managed to get it and she and her date went inside and up to her loft on the top floor. The loft was of a clean, modern design with lots of floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a great view of the neighborhood. Marsha sat down on a stool by the door and struggled to get her shoes off, looking at her date with lusty eyes. He looked back at her with the same passion. The tight black dress she was wearing had slits all the way up each side, showing off her beautiful chocolate thighs. The alcohol, the dancing at the club; it had all made her very horny. Her date felt the same way and started taking off his clothes and making his way towards the bedroom. She managed to get her shoes off, then followed him to the bedroom and stripped out of her dress, letting it drop to the floor. They both stumbled into the bed, now naked and uncontrollably aroused. Marsha fell back on to the bed and her date entered her and began to swiftly pound away at her pussy while she moaned with pleasure. He slowed down a little and she looked up and smiled up at him. They continued hammering away, unaware that someone was secretly watching them. Across the street, in a darkened, empty apartment, a man sat in a chair, holding binoculars and facing the window. From this vantage point, he had a direct sightline into Marsha's condo. Those big floor-to-ceiling windows offer a nice view, but when you're too drunk and horny to remember to close the blinds...privacy can be an issue. The man pulled out a cheap burner phone and placed a call. <<man "Yeah she's here...">> he said, then listened. <<man "No, she's with some guy...white guy...I think it's her boyfriend...what do you mean how do I know? Because he's bangin' her brains out right now!">> The man listened again to the person he called. <<man "You sure you want me to wait?... OK, you're the boss...yeah I'll keep watching.">> The man hung up the phone and directed his attention back to Marsha's bedroom. It may not be the most exciting job in the world, he thought, but the view sure is nice. Drunk and horny, Marsha continued fucking the night away. She didn't notice the missed call and voicemail from Marshal Buck on her phone. <<billy "It's Billy. I think I'm being followed. I'm not sure just yet, maybe I'm just being paranoid. Either way, be careful.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "end chapter 1">><</link>>

<<if $hint is 1>><span class="barbie">''Choices:''</span> <span class="barbie">Confidence Man</span> is a game about choices. The choices you make will shape the person you become, and will ultimately determine the outcome of your story. Choices will be significant and will have lasting effects on both you and the characters with whom you interact. Some choices will open or permanently close future options and story arcs for you and other characters. Choose wisely! There are a few choices in the introduction which will be labeled either <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span>. This will only occur in the introduction and is designed to give you some insight into the types of choices associated with each route. The main story will not have such hints, and you will need to make your choices based on the situation, and/or your knowledge of the characters with whom you are interacting.<<set $tutorial1=1>> <<elseif $hint is 2>><span class="barbie">''Your Personality:''</span> You've made a choice with another character. Through these choices you will gain either <span class="brutality">Brutality Points</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy Points.</span> -<span class="brutality">Brutality points</span> are gained by actions of force, domination, and violence. This could be something as minor as emotionally or psychologically manipulating someone during a conversation, or something as serious as physically harming someone. Players who chose mainly to follow the <span class="brutality">Brutality route</span> will find themselves using blackmail, intimidation, and violence to achieve their goals and dominate other characters to bend them to their will. -<span class="empathy">Empathy points</span> are gained by actions of charm, caring, and sensitivity. Actions such as helping other characters with their problems, in order to gain their trust, will net the player <span class="empathy">Empathy points</span>. Players who choose mainly to follow the <span class="empathy">Empathy route</span> will use their charisma to achieve their goals; befriending and romancing other characters to gain their allegiance. Certain choices later in the game will only become available to you if you have a high enough <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span> score, respectively.<<set $tutorial2=1>> <<elseif $hint is 3>><span class="barbie">''Relationships:''</span> You've made progress in your relationship with another character. Interactions with other characters may raise either their <span class="love">Love Points</span> or their <span class="corruption">Corruption Points</span> -<span class="love">Love points</span> represent how fond other characters are of you. <span class="love">Love points</span> will typically be gained from <span class="empathy">Empathy</span> actions. -<span class="corruption">Corruption points</span> represent how much control you have over other characters and how much you can influence them to do things that go against their values. <span class="corruption">Corruption points</span> will typically be gained from <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> actions.<<set $tutorial3=1>> <<elseif $hint is 4>><span class="barbie">''Confidence and Loyalty:''</span> You have earned a <span class="confidence">Confidence Point</span> and raised another character's <span class="loyalty">Loyalty Points.</span> -<span class="confidence">Confidence</span> is a special statistic that is not specifically related to either <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span>. <span class="confidence">Confidence</span> represents not only your own level of confidence in your choices and actions, but also other characters' confidence in you as a person. <span class="confidence">Confidence points</span> are rare and can only be earned in specific situations. Earned <span class="confidence">Confidence points</span> can be spent like currency to unlock choices that would be otherwise unavailable to you. -<span class="loyalty">Loyalty points</span> represent how much other characters will follow your commands or help you in certain situations. <span class="loyalty">Loyalty points</span> can be equally earned through either <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span> routes.<<set $tutorial4=1>> <<elseif $hint is 5>><span class="barbie">''Taking Notes:''</span> The next passage has information that can be recorded for your reference. Look for a <span class="note">//''bold blue italic link''//</span> somewhere in the middle of the passage and click it to add notes about this character to their Character Notes page, which can be accessed from the corresponding button on the sidebar. During the game, You can refer to these notes when making future decisions.<<set $tutorial5=1>> <<elseif $hint is 6>><span class="barbie">''Other Important Information:''</span> You can check the <span class="love">Love</span>, <span class="corruption">Corruption</span>, and <span class="loyalty">Loyalty</span> of different characters by clicking the "Character Stats" button on the sidebar menu. Lastly, if you would like to see the names of the actresses playing each character, you can visit The Casting Couch by clicking the corresponding button on the side bar.<<set $tutorial6=1>> <<elseif $hint is 7>><span class="barbie">''Student Relationships:''</span> Your relationships with students are different from your relationships with other, non-student characters. Student relationships are developed by either gaining or losing <span class="trust">Trust Points</span>, which represent how much a student trusts you; <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>, which represent how much a student is sexually attracted to you; and <span class="obedience">Obedience Points</span>, which represent how much power you hold over a student. Unlike in relationships with non-student characters, each of these types of points can be gained OR LOST, depending on your actions. Students may start with certain amounts of different types of points when you first meet them. For example a goody-two-shoes type may already have some <span class="obedience">Obedience Points</span>, or the class slut may start with some <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>. Students with a high enough <span class="trust">Trust Score</span>, and/or <span class="lust">Lust Score</span>, may let you initiate sexual acts with them, or they may initiate sexual acts with you. If they have a high enough <span class="obedience">Obedience Score</span>, you may be able to coerce, blackmail, or intimidate them into sexual acts. You can view each student's scores from the Student Stats button on the sidebar.<<set $tutorial7=1>><<set $students=1>> <<elseif $hint is 8>><span class="barbie">''Class Discussions:''</span> The format of dialogue will change during class discussions to make it easier for you to follow who's talking in a nine-person conversation. Character's dialogue will appear in custom dialogue boxes like these: <<speech "Grace">>Hi, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Hello!<</speech>> Your thoughts and inner monologue will appear like this: <div class="thought">I think Grace is a sweet girl!</div> And all narration will appear in regular text, just like in the rest of the story. Dialogue will only be presented like this during class discussions and other scenes where many people are speaking.<<set $tutorial8=1>> <<elseif $hint is 9>><span class="barbie">''Teaching Style:''</span> Before each lesson, you will decide how you wish to conduct your class. Choosing different teaching styles will affect the relationship scores of your students. Additionally, during the discussion, you will be able to react in different ways to events unfolding in the class. These choices will not result in a unique scene like many of the other choices in the game, but they will elicit certain reactions from students, and may cause their <span class="trust">Trust</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, or <span class="obedience">Obedience</span> scores to increase or decrease.<<set $tutorial9=1>> <<elseif $hint is 10>><span class="barbie">''Student Files:''</span> You now have access to the personal files for all of the students in your class. You can view these files from the Student Files button on the sidebar. These will provide you with valuable information about students' personalities and backgrounds. This information can be used to help make decisions when interacting with your students. Additionally, you will receive access to the student file of any student you choose to counsel during afternoon counseling hours, if they are not already in your class. It will be especially important to review these files, as you will naturally have less information about students you do not teach regularly.<<set $tutorial10=1>> <<elseif $hint is 11>><span class="barbie">''Class Discussion Reviews:''</span> After Class Discussions, you will have a chance to go to your office and record any information you learned about your students in their Student Files. You, the player, will be asked to choose from a number memories. Some will be correct memories of what you learned in the discussion, while others will be things that you may be remembering incorrectly. Click on any links you think are correct to record that information in a student's file. Be careful though, any information you choose will be recorded in the student's file whether it is correct or incorrect. Incorrect information may lead you to make poor choices in the future.<<set $tutorial11=1>> <<elseif $hint==12>><span class="barbie">''Counseling Sessions:''</span> During Counseling Sessions, a student will approach you, usually seeking advice about a problem. You will have the choice of different paths to take with her, based on your <span class="brutality">Brutality</span> or <span class="empathy">Empathy</span> scores, or a combination of both scores. If you wish, you may spend a <span class="confidence">Confidence Point</span> to unlock any of the choices as well. During your conversation with the student, you will be asked to make a series of choices which will result in either Gain or Loss of the student's <span class="trust">Trust</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, or <span class="obedience">Obedience</span> points. Reading the student's file ahead of time can give you some information that will help with these choices. Earning enough of any one of these points during the session will let you give the student your phone number. This will unlock an encounter when she calls you later in the game. For the purpose of learning the new system, the first counseling session will be with a Guest Star character who is not part of the main storyline. Your choices here WILL NOT affect the main story. Future sessions with students who are in your class WILL affect the main story direction.<<set $tutorial12=1>> <<else>> <</if>>

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<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <img src="images/intro/gtfo.jpg" alt="buddy christ telling you to GTFO" class="left"> <</nobr>>You heard Buddy Christ. <<link "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" "Title Page">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=3>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight1.jpg" alt="you in bed" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight2.jpg" alt="you in bed" class="left"> <</nobr>>You take care of all your pre-sleep needs and climb into bed. You even manage to take off your clothes and get under the covers this time. As you lie there, you think about everything that you've been through recently, especially on this strange little island. You also think about meeting your new students tomorrow. You can't help but be a little anxious about it, but you put those worries to rest. After all, you're quite good at getting people to do what you want them to. You've done it to some pretty powerful and serious people, so a few bratty reform school girls shouldn't be that big of a problem. You start to drift slowly off to sleep. In this hazy place, somewhere between waking and slumber, you think of the women you met today. They all stick in your mind for one reason or another. This place is your home now, and whatever happens with these women, you are all living on the same little island together. You'll probably be seeing a lot more of them. For now though, it's time to...to... <<link "...sleeeeeep." "marsha cutaway 1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<if $marsha.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Marsha Marshall">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Marsha Marshall"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("marsha notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/marsha.jpg" alt="marsha avatar"><br> <<else>> You have not met any other characters yet. <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $alida.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Alida Mayana">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alida Mayana"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/alida.jpg" alt="alida avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $barbie.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Barbie Whitman">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Barbie Whitman"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("barbie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/barbie.jpg" alt="barbie avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $brianna.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Brianna Benson">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Benson"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/brianna.jpg" alt="brianna avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $gloria.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Gloria Long">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Long"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/gloria.jpg" alt="gloria avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $annie.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Annie McGrath">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie McGrath"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/annie.jpg" alt="annie avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $kristen.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Kristen Drew">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Drew"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/kristen.jpg" alt="kristen avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $katie.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Katie Reynolds">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Reynolds"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/katie.jpg" alt="katie avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $maria.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Maria Diaz">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Diaz"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/maria.jpg" alt="maria avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $marsha.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/marsha.png" alt="marsha" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">MARSHA MARSHALL:</span> <<if $marsha.note1 is 1>> <br> -Her dad is a retired hero cop. <<else>> <</if>> <<if $marsha.note2 is 1>> <br> -Marshal Buck is her mentor. <<else>> <</if>> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $alida.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/alida.png" alt="alida" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">ALIDA MAYANA:</span> <<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $alida.note1 is 1>>-She likes to show off her body.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note2 is 1>>-She's single and looking for a boyfriend.<<else>><</if>><</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $alida.note3 is 1>><br>-She likes to drive fast.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note4 is 1>><br>-She is an excellent driver and knows the local roads well.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note14 is 1>><br>-She's a thrill-seeking adrenaline junkie.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note5 is 1>>-She is a reckless driver.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note6 is 1>>-She dresses slutty so guys will look at her.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note7 is 1>>-People often misinterpret her and that can cause her trouble.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note8 is 1>><br>-She likes to mess with people, but agreed not to mess with you.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note9 is 1>><br>-Her brain-to-mouth filter is broken and she sometimes unintentionally offends people.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note10 is 1>><br>-She'll do anything for a compliment.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note11 is 1>><br>-She gives people "massages" to earn money on the side.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note12 is 1>><br>-She has a custom room in her house that's just for fucking.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.note13 is 1>><br>-She likes when guys idolize her and she's turned on by cum tributes. <<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $barbie.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/barbie.png" alt="barbie" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">BARBIE WHITMAN:</span> <<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $barbie.note1 is 1>>-She has narcissistic tendencies.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note2 is 1>>-She's alone and seems very lonely.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note3 is 1>>-She cheated on her husband and estranged her family.<br>-She lost her previous job and is on thin ice with her new bosses.<<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $barbie.note4 is 1>>-She is in a very fragile emotional state.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note5 is 1>>-She had sex with a younger guy to prove she's still attractive as she's getting older.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note6 is 1>>-She's probably into rough sex.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note7 is 1>>-She'll keep the peace with you as long as you are still of value to her.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note8 is 1>>-She's trying to seduce you.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note9 is 1>>-She's feeling self-conscious about getting older.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note10 is 1>><br>-It wasn't hard to extort her into submission.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note11 is 1>><br>-She lied about her age, saying she was 39 when she's actually $barbie.age.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note12 is 1>><br>-She likes being submissive in sex.<<else>><</if>> <<if $barbie.note13 is 1>><br>-She's very lonely and very horny.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $brianna.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/brianna.png" alt="brianna" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">BRIANNA BENSON:</span> <<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $brianna.note1 is 1>>-She prides herself on being friendly.<<else>><</if>> <<if $brianna.note2 is 1>>-She works hard to stay in shape and is proud of her body.<<else>><</if>><</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $brianna.note3 is 1>><br>-She's probably into rough sex.<<else>><</if>> <<if $brianna.note4 is 1>><br>-She's probably into having sex in public.<<else>><</if>> <<if $brianna.note5 is 1>><br>-She likes being demeaned during sex.<<else>><</if>> <<if $brianna.note6 is 1>><br>-She has incredible sexual stamina.<<else>><</if>> <<if $brianna.note7 is 1>><br>-She's on birth control.<<else>><</if>> <<if $brianna.note8 is 1>><br>-She has no problem getting naked in front of you.<<else>><</if>> <<if $brianna.note9 is 1>><br>-You think she likes you.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $gloria.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/gloria.png" alt="gloria" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">GLORIA LONG:</span> <<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $gloria.note1 is 1>>-She really hates being laughed at.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note2 is 1>>-She is not prudish or easily embarrassed by nudity.<<else>><</if>><</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $gloria.note3 is 1>><br>-She is tough and will not be easily dominated.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note4 is 1>><br>-She is impulsive and generally don't give a fuck.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note5 is 1>>-She takes up a lot of space in a conversation. <<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note6==1>><br>-She is very sexually aggressive and dominating.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note7==1>><br>-She likes to take control in sexual situations.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note8==1>><br>-She admires your unabashed desire for her.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note9==1>><br>-She likes teasing you and making you wait.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note10==1>><br>-After insulting her the other day, you've now made peace.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note11==1>><br>-Seems like she want's to take charge in romantic situations.<<else>><</if>> <<if $gloria.note12==1>><br>-She's very sexually aggressive and likes toying with you.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $annie.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/annie.png" alt="annie" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">ANNIE MCGRATH:</span> <<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $annie.note1 is 1>>-She might be a rape survivor.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note2 is 1>>-She seems like a wholesome girl.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note3 is 1>>-She seems very kind and caring.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note4 is 1>><br>-She seems to like your sense of humor.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note5==1>><br>-She seems to be terrified of everything.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note6==1>><br>-She's scared of men, but is trying to overcome her fear.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note7==1>><br>-She's turned off by aggressive advances.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note8==1>><br>-She's really into you despite her reservations about men.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note9==1>><br>-You've made peace with her despite your disastrous first meeting.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note10==1>><br>-She's attracted to shy guys and turned off by aggressive guys.<<else>><</if>> <<if $annie.note11==1>><br>-She helped you get over your shyness; she really likes you.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $kristen.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/kristen.png" alt="kristen" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">KRISTEN DREW:</span> <<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $kristen.note1 is 1>>-She's not afraid to call the police on you.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.note2 is 1>>-She's stubbornly independent.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.note3 is 1>>-She hates her parents because they always judge and belittle her.<br>-She moved to the island to get away from them.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.note4 is 1>><br>-She was willing to be publicly sexually humiliated to get what she needed.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.note5 is 1>><br>-She implied that she is experienced at covering up her mistakes.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.note6==1>><br>-She has a troubled relationship with her parents.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.note7==1>><br>-She is undeniably attracted to you.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.note8==1>><br>-She let you extort her into sexual acts.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.note9==1>><br>-She is secretly an exhibitionist.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $katie.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/katie.png" alt="katie" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">KATIE REYNOLDS:</span> <<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $katie.note1 is 1>>-She's very argumentative.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note2 is 1>>-She has a quick wit and a good sense of humor.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note5 is 1>>-She has a good moral compass and attempts to right her wrongs.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note3 is 1>><br>-She has daddy issues and is aroused by punishment.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note4 is 1>><br>-She is very perceptive and good at deductive reasoning.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note6==1>><br>-She seems nicer than you thought she was when you first met her.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note7==1>><br>-She's deeply morally conflicted by her desire for sexual "Daddy" play.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note8==1>><br>-She's accepted and embraced her desire for sexual "Daddy" play.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note9==1>><br>-She's an expert sexual tease.<<else>><</if>> <<if $katie.note10==1>><br>-She's turned on by the prospect of getting caught.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $maria.met is true>> <img src="images/notes/maria.png" alt="maria" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">MARIA DIAZ:</span> <<else>><</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $maria.note1 is 1>>-She doesn't back down from a challenge.<<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note2 is 1>>-She tried to pursue and acting career, but has not been successful.<<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note5 is 1>>-She likes you but wants you to make the first move.<<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note3 is 1>><br>-She liked it when you kissed her roughly.<<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note4 is 1>><br>-She feels like she disappointed her mentors and peers when she quit acting. <<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note6 is 1>><br>-She likes your cute dorkiness. <<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note7 is 1>><br>-She remembered your name. <<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note8 is 1>><br>-She's into BDSM, and she's a sub. <<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note9 is 1>><br>-She's down for some Teacher/Student roleplay. <<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note10 is 1>><br>-She has the best tits and ass you've ever seen. <<else>><</if>> <<if $maria.note11 is 1>><br>-She's quite proud of her tits. <<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $mikayla.met is true>><<set $mikayla.file=1>> <img src="images/files/mikayla.png" alt="mikayla" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''MIKAYLA MORRISON:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> Felony Posession of a Controlled Substance with Intent to Sell -to wit- Amphetamine-Dextroamphetamine (more commonly known as Adderall). Miss Morrison was found to be in posession of a number of pills in excess of state felony limits. She admitted to distributing Adderall to individuals at her school. She pleaded No Contest to the charge and chose the option to attend Harrington. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> Mikayla Morrison is the daughter of Bertrand and Cynthia Morrison. Bertrand Morrison is a US Senator, Cynthia Morrison is the CEO of Politiscope Media International, a global political media conglomerate. <<else>><br> <</if>><br><span class="barbie">Class Discussion Notes:</span> <<if $mikayla.mem1 is 1>><br>-Mikayla has a boyfriend.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem2 is 1>><br>-Mikayla is a virgin.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem3 is 1>><br>-Mikayla was set to be Valedictorian at her last school.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem4 is 1>><br>-Mikayla is a lesbian.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem5==1>><br>-Mikayla hates her parents.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem6==1>><br>-Mikayla really loves her boyfriend Geoffry<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem7==1>><br>-Mikayla hates her parents.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem8==1>><br>-Mikayla is always happy.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem9==1>><br>-Mikayla is afraid she's with the wrong guy.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem10==1>><br>-Mikayla has a recurring sex dream.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem11==1>><br>-Mikayla thinks pornstars will eventually regret having been pornstars.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem12==1>><br>-Mikayla is addicted to porn.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem13==1>><br>-Mikayla had sex with a girl.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem14==1>><br>-Mikayla's boyfriend Geoffry had sex with a guy.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem15==1>><br>-Mikayla had sex with a girl.<<else>><</if>> <<if $mikayla.mem16==1>><br>-Mikayla's boyfriend Geoffry is secretly gay.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<set $files=0>> <<if $barbie.intro is 1>><<set $barbie.name='Babs'>> <<elseif $barbie.intro is 3>><<set $barbie.name='Babs'>> <<else>><<set $barbie.name='Barbie'>> <</if>> <<set $alida.call21=0>> <<set $alida.text21=0>> <<set $alida.call22=0>> <<set $alida.text22=0>> <<set $barbie.call21=0>> <<set $barbie.text21=0>> <<set $barbie.call22=0>> <<set $barbie.text22=0>> <<set $brianna.call21=0>> <<set $brianna.text21=0>> <<set $brianna.call22=0>> <<set $brianna.text22=0>> <<set $gloria.call21=0>> <<set $gloria.text21=0>> <<set $gloria.call22=0>> <<set $gloria.text22=0>> <<set $annie.call21=0>> <<set $annie.text21=0>> <<set $annie.call22=0>> <<set $annie.text22=0>> <<set $katie.call21=0>> <<set $katie.text21=0>> <<set $katie.call22=0>> <<set $katie.text22=0>> <<set $maria.call21=0>> <<set $maria.text21=0>> <<set $maria.call22=0>> <<set $maria.text22=0>> <<set $mikayla={ lust: 0, trust: 1, obedience: 1, met: false, age: 19, file: 0, mem1: 0, mem2: 0, mem3: 0, }>> <<set $grace={ lust: 0, trust: 1, obedience: 2, met: false, age: 19, file: 0, mem1: 0, mem2: 0, mem3: 0, }>> <<set $alyssa={ lust: 1, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 19, file: 0, mem1: 0, mem2: 0, mem3: 0, }>> <<set $kaylee={ lust: 1, trust: 1, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 18, file: 0, mem1: 0, mem2: 0, mem3: 0, }>> <<set $olivia={ lust: 1, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 19, file: 0, mem1: 0, mem2: 0, mem3: 0, }>> <<set $jasmine={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 18, file: 0, mem1: 0, mem2: 0, mem3: 0, }>> <<set $lauren={ lust: 1, trust: 1, obedience: 1, met: false, age: 18, file: 0, mem1: 0, mem2: 0, mem3: 0, }>> <<set $sophia={ lust: 0, trust: 0, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 19, file: 0, mem1: 0, mem2: 0, mem3: 0, }>> <<set $bellinda={ lust: 1, trust: 1, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 18, counsel: 0, c1: 0, c2: 0, c3: 0, }>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered-image"><img src="images/collages/titlecardchapter2.jpg" alt="chapter 2 collage"></div> <</nobr>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-1a">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $day=21>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/monday2/shower.jpg" alt="a man showering" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="pouring a cup of coffee" class="left"> <</nobr>>You wake up feeling refreshed and energized. You yawn away the last lingering grogginess and head for the shower. As the warm water rains down over your body, you think about meeting your students today. You wonder what they will be like and how many you will be teaching. A thought enters your head: I'll be teaching students who have been here for almost a year. They will likely all know each other already. I could be walking into the middle of some pretty spicy 19-year-old-girl drama. You shudder a little. <<if $barbie.call13 is 1>>You know that your office and classroom are in the Psychology Building. $barbie.name told you that when you called her last night. You do not, however, know where the Psychology Building is. You'll have to stop by her office and hope she can guide you to where you need to go.<<elseif $barbie.text13 is 1>>You know that your office and classroom are in the Psychology Building. $barbie.name told you that when you texted her last night. You do not, however, know where the Psychology Building is. You'll have to stop by her office and hope she can guide you to where you need to go.<<else>>You still have no idea where your office or your classroom are. Your best bet is to stop by the Administration Building and hope $barbie.name is there and that she can guide you to where you need to go.<</if>> After you're done in the shower, you get dressed and <<if $brianna.intro is 1>>pack a gym bag to take with you to campus. You're sure they have athletic facilities somewhere, and you'll probably have some free time today to workout if you want to. Better to be prepared. You <<elseif $brianna.intro==3>>decide bring a change of clothes with you, just in case. You <<else>><</if>>head to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. You're really glad you have coffee. You pour yourself a nice, hot cup and take a few minutes to drink it down. It makes you feel even more energized so you decide it's time to get out there and suck today's dick! <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-1b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <div class="credits">**The Founding Five**</div> <br><div class = "caption"> <<button "Jan Schneider">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Thank you, Jan Schneider!", "specialthanks26"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jan schneider").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCredits); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class = "caption"> <<button "Isaiah">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Thank you, Isaiah!", "characternotes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("isaiah").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCredits); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class = "caption"> <<button "Дмитрий Мазурок">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Thank you, Дмитрий Мазурок!", "specialthanks36"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Дмитрий Мазурок").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCredits); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class = "caption"> <<button "Luke Mofford">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Thank you, Luke Mofford!", "specialthanks27"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("luke mofford").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCredits); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class = "caption"> <<button "Kendergoblin">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Thank you, Kendergoblin!", "specialthanks27"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kendergoblin").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCredits); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div> <div class="credits">**Special Thanks**</div> <div class = "caption"> <br> <<button "Old Dirty Dog">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Thank you, Old Dirty Dog!", "specialthanks44"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("odd").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openCredits); <</script>> <</button>><br> </div><br> <span class="barbie">Ducimus - Who is Ducimus? He's the guy who, unfortunately, missed the Founding Five by just one day. But even though he's not in the Founding Five, he is still a tier 3 Patron, a true Con Man, and a much-appreciated member of the Confidence Man Community! <br>- <br>Pingupenguin91 - Who is Pingupenguin91? Well, besides being the coolest penguin in the snow, he's a tier 3 Patron, a true Con Man, and a much appreciated member of the Confidence Man Community! <br>- <br>Andrew Espinoza - Who is Andrew Espinoza? Well, he's a heck of a guy, an active tier 3 Patron, a true Con Man, and a much appreciated member of the Confidence Man Community! <br>- <br>Dennis Meadors - Who is Dennis Meadors? I'm guessing he's the most interesting man in the world! Also, a tier 3 Patron, a true Con Man, and a much appreciated member of the Confidence Man Community! <br>- <br>James Caliban - Who is James Caliban? Oh you know, just your average everyday FUCKING SUPERHERO! Also, a tier 3 Patron, a true Con Man, and a much appreciated member of the Confidence Man Community! <br>- <br>Pariahronin - Who is Pariahronin? He's an Artistic Contributor who has helped out a lot! Thanks for your help with photographic manipulation! Big thanks! <br>- <br><a href="https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark" target="_blank">Want Your Name Here Too?</a> <br>- <div class="credits">**Hustlers**</div> <br> Mopoga <br>Ruben Ryber <br>Mark Caswell <br>SeductiveSlugOnline <br>John Johnstone <br>Elmer Fudd <br>John <br>ggtersa <br>Chaucer73 <br>andreas <br>tenchifew <br>TDM <br>Stuart Fraser <br>Jellyfish26 <br>sonichaunter <br>James Foley <br>Jussi Mantsala <br> <br><div class="credits">**Grifters**</div> <br>afoz80 <br>Kessel van Veen <br>Adam Doochin <br>KOOLAID <br>Tyrarr <br>Willie <br>Keramas Kid <br>flecky <br>Johnny Boy <br>Fortifel <br>Ryan Blair <br>AuroraVT <br>humanmer <br>Zachary Harrison <br>Jack Riley <br>alltimewoat <br>Marolu Lubotai <br>Cameron Burr <br>Rom <br>Ceever <br>Charlie Scene <br>Luke Bronander <br>Charlie Murphy <br>Colby Sherrard <br>Kient Wong <br>Davias <br>Jonathan Black <br>Shairyaar Ahmad <br>calvin chan <br>humongous <br>Sonni Sani <br>TimeTraveler <br>KitKit <br>evan peat <br>Sir27 <br>dmoney9 <br>John Pillarella <br>FeralGoblin <br>Mystery <br>Deltaxion <br>Trevor Woodson <br>Cap'n Jack Sparrow <br>Sumanth <br>Vili-Pekka Lahtinen <br>VampireDuck <br>Sara <br>Callum Wiggins <br>Luke Michaels <br>Niall <br>HPLoveshaft <br>Werewindle <br>Tony Makara <br>sgebad <br>Preston C T <br>Kevin Spice <br>Will Trahan <br>v <br>Spike <br>Aussie Henry <br>Billstrom Billings-Clyde <br>Vekeal L <br>Thomas Plesner <br>Johnny Nguyen <br>Kacper Szepielak <br>NuclearGandhi <br>CosmicZord <br>sin138 <br>Arhiippa <br>Nerdy nerd <br>yanyaming <br>JC <br>Ryan Wilson <br>Joshua Maher <br>Sean <br>Almosy Amazin <br>Satsui <br>Hadresian <br>Tyler Hallam <br>Jasper <br>brainbug8 <br>hady thekidd <br>DexKiller62 <br>Steve Schleicher <br>Bebop Flop Top <br>Duck-y <br>Tommy </span> <br> <br><a href="https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark" target="_blank">Want Your Name Here Too?</a> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/autumnfalls1.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <br>Who is <span class="barbie">JAN SCHNEIDER?</span> Why my very first Patron, that's who! One of the founding, first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Jan Schneider, any of you perverts curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Autumn Falls, on her knees, taking a huge load on her face. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, JAN SCHNEIDER!" <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/deewilliams.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <br>Who is <span class="barbie">ISAIAH?</span> Why my second Patron, that's who! One of the founding, first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Isaiah, any of you deviants curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Dee Williams, MILF extraordinaire, taking BBC up the pooper. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, ISAIAH!" <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/autumnfalls.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <br>Who is <span class="barbie">OLD DIRTY DOG?</span> Why he's the creator of an awesome game called Casting Director. He's been giving me lots of great advice and help with Confidence Man! He's also a tier 3 Patron and a true Con Man! So, in honor of Old Dirty Dog, any of you horndogs who were curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Autumn Falls, covered in lube, getting railed on a couch. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, OLD DIRTY DOG!" <</nobr>>

<<if $mikayla.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/mikayla.jpg" alt="Mikayla." class="left"><span class="mikayla">MIKAYLA:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $mikayla.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $mikayla.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $mikayla.obedience>></span> <<else>>You have not met any students yet. Once you do, their stats will show here. <</if>> <<if $grace.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/grace.jpg" alt="grace." class="left"><span class="grace">GRACE:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $grace.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $grace.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $grace.obedience>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $alyssa.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/alyssa.jpg" alt="alyssa." class="left"><span class="alyssa">ALYSSA:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $alyssa.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $alyssa.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $alyssa.obedience>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $kaylee.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/kaylee.jpg" alt="kaylee." class="left"><span class="kaylee">KAYLEE:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $kaylee.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $kaylee.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $kaylee.obedience>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $olivia.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/olivia.jpg" alt="olivia." class="left"><span class="olivia">OLIVIA:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $olivia.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $olivia.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $olivia.obedience>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $jasmine.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/jasmine.jpg" alt="jasmine." class="left"><span class="jasmine">JASMINE:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $jasmine.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $jasmine.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $jasmine.obedience>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $lauren.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/lauren.jpg" alt="lauren." class="left"><span class="lauren">LAUREN:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $lauren.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $lauren.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $lauren.obedience>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $sophia.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/sophia.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><span class="sophia">SOPHIA:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $sophia.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $sophia.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $sophia.obedience>></span> <<else>> <</if>> <<if $bellinda.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"><span class="bellinda">BELLINDA:</span> <span class="trust">Trust: <<print $bellinda.trust>></span> <span class="lust">Lust: <<print $bellinda.lust>></span> <span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $bellinda.obedience>></span> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <div class="credits">Your Class</div> <br><<if $mikayla.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla Morrison">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/mikayla.jpg" alt="mikayla avatar"><br> <<else>> You have not met any other characters yet. <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $grace.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Grace Lovejoy">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/grace.jpg" alt="grace avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $alyssa.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa Stevens">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/alyssa.jpg" alt="alyssa avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $kaylee.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee West">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/kaylee.jpg" alt="kaylee avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $olivia.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia Stowe">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/olivia.jpg" alt="olivia avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $jasmine.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine Jacobs">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/jasmine.jpg" alt="jasmine avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $lauren.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren White">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/lauren.jpg" alt="lauren avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <<if $sophia.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia Perla">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/sophia.jpg" alt="sophia avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> <div class="credits">Counseling Students</div> <<nobr>> <<if $bellinda.met is true>> <div class="center"><<button "Bellinda Song">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Bellinda Song"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("bellinda file").processText()); Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <img src="images/avatars/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda avatar"><br> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="a bus" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="the admin building" class="left"> <</nobr>>After a few minutes waiting, you catch the campus shuttle bus out in front of the apartment complex. You pass the ride looking out the window and enjoying the scenery. You hadn't really thought too much about it before now, but this picturesque island really is a nice place to live. After a short ride, you are dropped off at the Administration building. You are about to head inside when a funny thought strikes you: this building kinda looks like a penis, doesn't it? It's a bold architectural choice, but you like it. You have a little, immature chuckle about the dick building before you head up the stairs and inside. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-1c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/intro/headmaster.jpg" alt="a bus" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiech2preview.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/coeds.jpg" alt="coeds" class="left"> <</nobr>>Once you're inside, you try to remember where $barbie.name's office is, but the building is very confusing. Luckily there are signs to guide you. You follow them down a few hallways and find her office. You look inside and see her working at her desk. She looks up at you over her reading glasses. <<barbie "Hello, Mr. $you.fakelastName. What can I do for you?">> she asks. Regardless of what happened between the two of you, she seems to be trying to act professionally with you. Makes sense, now that the school term has started. You decide to play along. <<you "I was wondering if you could direct me to where I need to go for my class.">> you say. She smiles, briefly. <<barbie "Of course. Let me finish up with this and I'll meet you out front in a couple minutes.">> she says. <<you "Sounds good.">> you reply. You head back through the hallways to the main doors and head outside. While you're waiting, you notice some sexy, young women sitting and chatting across from the building. You almost forgot that this is an all-girls school. You try no to stare too obviously at them. After a few minutes, $barbie.name joins you and you both head out to find your class. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-1d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/monday2/classroomdoor.jpg" alt="classroom door" class="left"> You find the building and head inside. $barbie.name shows you where your office is before leading you to your classroom. As you approach the door you start to feel just a little anxious. You can hear the voices of several young women on the other side of the door, talking and laughing. <<barbie "Well, Mr. $you.fakelastName, meet your class.">> she says. You open the door and <<link "step inside to see the girls you will be teaching." "monday 2-class1">><<set $hint=7>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Student Relationships"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfaces.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <br> You look over the room and see eight young women sitting in various desks. Some of them look up and smile at you as you enter, two of them look up and scowl, while two others sitting in the back just ignore you. $barbie.name leaves a class roster on the desk and then heads out the door, leaving you to your business. Well, you think, <<link "time to start class." "monday 2-class2">><<set $hint=8>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Class Discussions"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfaces.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <br> You are about to walk up to the chalkboard and write your name, to get things started, when you remember the lesson plan you sketched out yesterday morning. <<if $lesson1 is 1>>You decided to force everyone to stand up in front of the class and talk about their sexual histories.<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>You decided to ask everyone what they wanted to get out of the class.<<else>><</if>> You need to think hard about which way you want to go here, because how you conduct your class will affect how your students relate to you. <<link "You take one last chance to think about it." "monday 2-class3">><<set $hint=9>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Teaching Style"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfaces.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> How do you want to conduct the class? You could <<link "force everyone to stand up in front of the class and talk about their sexual histories" "monday 2-class4">><<set $lesson1=1>><</link>>, or <<link "ask everyone what they want to get out of the class." "monday 2-class4">><<set $lesson1=2>><</link>> <span class="alida">**BE SURE TO SAVE HERE IF YOU WANT TO COME BACK AND TRY THE OTHER ROUTE**</SPAN>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfaces.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> <<if $lesson1 is 1>>You decide that it's important for everyone to get over any squeamishness when talking about sex. After all, it's a human sexuality class discussion. You wouldn't get very far if people didn't talk about sex. Also, it will give you the opportunity to learn about how slutty these girls really are, and to exert your authority over the class early in the term. You head up to the board and write Professor $you.fakelastName on it. <<speech "You">>EVERYBODY QUIET RIGHT NOW!!<</speech>> They all stop talking and look up at you. <<speech "You">>My name is Professor $you.fakelastName. You may call me that, or Sir. Is that understood?<</speech>> Most of the students don't react. Some nod their understanding. <<speech "You">>I said IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?<</speech>> All of the students, except the two in the back who ignored you say "Yes," or some other iteration. Two in the front row smile at you. <<speech "Mikayla">>Yes, Professor $you.fakelastName.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yes, Sir!<</speech>> <<mikaylaobedienceGain 1>> <<graceobedienceGain 1>> <div class="thought">Good girls these two. They shouldn't be a problem.</div><<set $grace.met=true>><<set $mikayla.met=true>> One in the front row rolls her eyes. Her voice drips with sarcasm. <<speech "Olivia">>Yes SIR!<</speech>><<set $olivia.met=true>> <<olivialustLose 1>> <div class="thought">This one, on the other hand...</div> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>You decide that it's important for the students to guide the direction of the class discussion. After all, they're the ones who stand to benefit, or not, from these discussions. If they have some agency in what is being discussed, it might be easier to get through to them. You head up to the board and write $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName on it. You turn to face the class. <<speech "You">>Okay, let's get started, everyone. My name is $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName, but you can all just call me $you.fakefirstName.<</speech>> A girl in the front row raises her hand and you motion for her to speak. <<speech "Grace">>You want us to call you by your first name? I've never done that with a teacher before.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Of course. We're all just people, and we're in this thing together for the term, so we might as well be on a first-name-basis.<</speech>> She smiles, blushes, and nods at you. <<set $grace.met=true>> <<gracelustGain 1>> <<else>><</if>> You pick up the class roster from your desk. <<speech "You">>OK, I need to take attendance. Ummm...Mikayla Morrison?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Here!<</speech>><<set $mikayla.met=true>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> It's the angelic, petite blonde in the front row. She has expensive-looking and perfect everything; clothes, jewelery, teeth, hair, body...everything. She's a country-club, trust-fund, old-money kinda girl. From all of your experience, you can spot one of these from miles away. You mark her on your roster and continue. <<speech "You">>Grace Lovejoy?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Present!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracemeet.jpg" alt="grace"></div> It's the girl in the front row who spoke before. She raises her hand, energetically, as she says it. She's wearing pretty boring clothes, but you can still tell she has a great body. A silver, crucifix necklace hangs around her neck. She's a church mouse. She's so goody goody, she probably doesn't even realize she's hot. <div class="thought">Damn she's cute! I wonder what she's hiding under those clothes...I would give anything to-</div> <div class="thought">NOPE! STOP! FOCUS!</div> You push those thoughts from your head and refocus on the class. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> You notice that the two girls who scowled at you are now whispering with each other and giggling. The blonde one with the red bow in her hair is pointing at Grace and saying, mockingly, "Present." Do you <<link "call her out on it and ask for her name" "monday 2-class5">><<set $class121=1>><</link>>, or <<link "Look at her to let her know you notice, but you don't care." "monday 2-class5">><<set $class121=2>><</link>>

<<if $class121 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> You look at the girl and call her out.. <<speech "You">>Excuse me, miss. What is your name?<</speech>> She looks at you with a practiced, shit-eating smile. <<speech "Alyssa">>Alyssa Stevens.<</speech>><<set $alyssa.met=true>> <<speech "You">>Well, Alyssa...in this class you will be expected to be respectful to me and your fellow students. Are we clear?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>I said, ARE WE CLEAR?<</speech>> After a few extended seconds of scowling, she replies. <<speech "Alyssa">>Yes.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Good.<</speech>> <div class="thought">What a little cunt.</div> <<gracetrustGain 1>> <<alyssaobedienceGain 1>> <<alyssalustLose 1>> You mark Alyssa on your roster and notice her brunette friend is giggling at her while she continues to scowl. You look at the brunette. <<speech "You">> And what's your name, miss?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> She looks up and puts on a flirtatious smile. <<speech "Kaylee">>I'm Kaylee West.<</speech>><<set $kaylee.met=true>> <<speech "You">>Nice to meet you, Kaylee.<</speech>> <<kayleelustGain 1>> <div class="thought">My my...she's a flirty little one.</div> As you write her name down on the roster, you can see that Alyssa is mad at her now, probably because she was friendly with you. Kaylee looks at Alyssa, apologetically. These two seem to be a package deal, and you're pretty sure Alyssa is the alpha. <<elseif $class121 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> Your eyes meet the blonde girl's. Her smile drops. She thinks she's caught. You look at her for a few seconds. Grace is watching you, waiting to see what you're going to do. You just shake your head and sigh. <div class="thought">This isn't worth wading into. Grace probably needs to toughen up a bit anyway.</div> You look away from the blonde, and, seeing that you don't really care to intervene, she smiles, devilishly. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<alyssatrustGain 1>> You glance at Grace and can see that she probably thought you'd stand up for her. She seems disappointed that you didn't. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> But, she's a good little church mouse, so she buries all that deep inside and puts on a reluctant happy face. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<gracetrustLose 1>> <<gracelustLose 1>> You look back to your roster. <<speech "You">>Alyssa Stevens?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Present.<</speech>><<set $alyssa.met=true>> It's the blonde. She smiles at you as she makes her little joke at Grace's expense. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> You roll your eyes, but you smile too. <div class="thought">She's a bit of a cunt...but she's pretty funny. Reminds me of me...kinda.</div> <<alyssalustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Kaylee West?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Present.<</speech>><<set $kaylee.met=true>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> It's Alyssa's brunette friend. She makes the same joke then subtly looks to Alyssa for validation. Seems like these two are a team, and Kaylee's the beta. You shake your head, but smile at her joke too and she smiles back. <<kayleetrustGain 1>> <<kayleelustGain 1>> <<else>><</if>> <<speech "You">>Ok...Olivia Stowe?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Right here.<</speech>><<set $olivia.met=true>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<if $lesson1 is 1>>It's the sarcastic girl in the front row.<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>It's a girl in the front row.<<else>><</if>> She's got earbuds in her ears, listening to something on her phone. She's has thick-rimmed black glasses, a black beanie, and a yin yang t-shirt. You can see a stack of a few books clearly and prominently displayed on her desk. It's too far away to see all the titles on the spines, but you can make out //The Female Eunuch// by Germaine Greer and //Intercourse// by Andrea Dworkin. Those books, and the way she's proudly displaying them on the desk rather than keeping them in her backpack; you put her down as a punk feminist. <div class="thought">I think one of those books tells women to taste their menstrual blood.</div> <div class="thought">I'm all for equal rights...but...</div> <div class="thought">Ewwwwwww.</div> <<speech "You">>Jasmine Jacobs<</speech>> One of the girls in the back who ignored you silently raises her hand. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <div class="thought">Not the talkative type, I guess. I should at least try to get her to say something though.</div> <<speech "You">>You're Jasmine Jacobs?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yes.<</speech>><<set $jasmine.met=true>> She says it quickly, then looks away again. She's a tough one to read. You look at her for a moment, trying to pick up some sort of information about her. She's an absolutely tiny, mixed-race girl, probably about 4'10" and she has several tattoos. She's wearing a tight, black tank top and a black choker around her neck. <div class="thought">Emo style. Anti-social. Maybe it's just the normal angst of rebellious youth...?</div> <div class="thought">Or maybe this girl really has some fucked up shit she's dealing with.</div> You continue calling names. <<speech "You">>Lauren White?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Here. I'm Lauren White.<</speech>><<set $lauren.met=true>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> She gives you a quick, awkward but polite little smile, then looks away. She's a petite blonde who speaks with a slow, southern drawl. All the girls in the class look youngish, but this one looks YOUNG; as in get-you-in-a-lot-of-trouble young. You know all the girls at the school are of legal age...but...let's just say this: if she was auditioning for a porno, they'd ask for three IDs. You take one last look at her. Everything from her plain-jane style to her "please don't notice me, please pretend I'm not even here," body language, says wallflower. <div class="thought">It may be tough to get this one to open up in class. I may need to talk to her one-on-one.</div> <<speech "You">>OK. Last one. Sophia Perla?<</speech>> ... ... ... ... <<speech "You">>Sophia Perla. Are you here?<</speech>> Still silence. <<speech "Grace">><<if $lesson1 is 1>>Umm...Sir?<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>Umm...Mr...I mean, $you.fakefirstName?<<else>><</if>> Sophia's back there.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> She points to the other quiet girl in the back who ignored you. The girl looks up briefly then continues to ignore you; ignore everyone, actually.<<set $sophia.met=true>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, the trashy, ghetto hoochie in the back is Sophia.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Fuck you, Alyssa! You better shut the fuck up!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Or what?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah ghetto trash...or what?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Or I'm gonna come over there and shove Kaylee's head up your ass!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>HA! She'd probably like it!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Stay out of this, dyke!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviadyke.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>Takes one to know one!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Oh for god's sake! Can you all just grow up?!<</speech>> Everyone is yelling over top of each other now. <div class="thought">This is getting a bit out of control...</div> Grace looks at you nervously from the front row. <<speech "Grace">>Are you going to do anything about this?<</speech>> <div class="though">She's right, you have to do something.</div> Should you <<link "whistle loudly, just to get their attention, then try to calm everyone down" "monday 2-class6">><<set $class122=1>><</link>>, or <<link "Yell at the class for being so immature and assert your authority." "monday 2-class6">><<set $class122=2>><</link>>

<<if $class122 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/whistle.jpg" alt="whistling"></div> You put your finger and thumb in your mouth and let loose a mighty whistle. The sound is so loud and piercing in the confines of the small classroom that everyone immediately stops anything they're doing and reflexively covers their ears. <div class="thought">Well, that got their attention.</div> <<speech "You">>OK. Now we are going to need to figure out how to coexist with each other, and I mean NOW.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I'm sorry, <<if $lesson1 is 1>>Sir.<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>$you.fakefirstName.<<else>><</if>><</speech>> <div class="thought">Why is she sorry? She didn't even do anything.</div> <<speech "You">>You're fine, Grace. You didn't do anything.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Oh...OK!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"> <div class="thought">Oh little church mouse...sweet summer child.</div> <<gracelustGain 1>> <<gracetrustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>No, I'm talking to Sophia and Alyssa, and Kaylee-<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, KAYLEE!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And I'm talking to you, Olivia.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"> <div class="thought">Oh I don't think she liked being called out. I think I'm part of The Patriarchy now.</div> <<olivialustLose 1>> Kaylee smiles, smugly, at Olivia. <div class="thought">Kaylee seemed to like it, though.</div> <<kayleetrustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>We are going to be here, together, every day, for the whole term. You all have to be here. You have no choice. You know why? Because this isn't a college...it's a reform school. This is the last chance for all of you. It's here or prison.<</speech>> The effect of your words are sobering. They all remember why they're here and think about why they'd rather be here than in prison. <<elseif $class122 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/yelling.webp" alt="you yelling"></div> <<speech "You">>//''EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!''//<</speech>> The whole class stops and they all look at you. <<speech "You">>Jesus Fucking Goddamn Chocolate Frosted Christ! You all NEED to SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace upset"></div> <<gracetrustLose 1>> <<gracelustLose 1>> <<graceobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>I was planning on making this class pretty laid back, but now...I don't know if you little brats can handle that. Do I have to become a fucking fascist dictator just to get you all to grow the fuck up and act like adults instead of whiny, little girls?<</speech>> Mikayla smiles at you from the front row. <<mikaylatrustGain 1>> <<mikaylalustGain 1>> The rest of the class looks a little shocked and ashamed. <div class="thought">Looks like that got through to them.</div> <<else>><</if>> <<speech "You">>OK then. Let's get on with the class, shall we?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>That's fine with me, <<if $lesson1 is 1>>Sir!<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>$you.fakefirstName!<<else>><</if>><</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"> <<speech "You">>Thanks, Grace, but that was a rhetorical question.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>What's retoricul?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Oh Grace. Bless your heart.</div> <<speech "You">>It means that it's not really supposed to be answered.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Oh...um...OK. Yeah...I get it.<</speech>> <div class="thought">No you don't, but we need to move on.</div> <<if $lesson1 is 1>><<speech "You">>OK. For the first day of class, we need to get everything out in the open. We're going to be here every day, for the whole term, talking about sex. If anyone is squeamish about that, then it will be a big problem. It's a problem that we're going to take care of RIGHT NOW.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And how exactly are we going to do that?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I'm glad you asked, Alyssa. Each of you is going to tell the whole class everything about your sexual history.<</speech>> The reactions from the class range from indifference to arousal to outright horror. <<gracetrustLose 1>> <<alyssalustGain 1>> <<kayleelustGain 1>> <<speech "Lauren">>But...you can't do that. Can you?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes I can, Lauren. I can do whatever I want, and I can make you all do whatever I want too. I am in charge, and all of you are on your final chance here. You will do as I say!<</speech>> <<laurentrustLose 1>> <<laurenobedienceGain 1>> <<jasminelustGain 1>> <<sophialustGain 1>> <<mikaylalustGain 1>> <<mikaylatrustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Once we get this done, we'll all feel more comfortable talking about sex. It's like ripping off a band-aid. Just do it quick and dirty, and it will hurt less in the long-run.<</speech>> Kaylee raises her hand. <<speech "Kaylee">>I'll start!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Thanks, Kaylee. Go ahead.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"> <<speech "Kaylee">>So...I've never really had a boyfriend...but I've fucked 46 guys. I've given, like, A TON of blowjobs. And one of the guys, I did anal with, and I really liked it, but he said he liked my pussy better. But I want to try it again. Oh, and I really want to try fucking a bunch of guys at the same time!<</speech>> You picture that for a moment. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleegroup.jpg" alt="kaylee"> <div class="thought">You wanted to know how slutty the girls are? Well there's your answer...for Kaylee, at least. Goddamn she's a slut!</div> <<speech "You">>Thank you, Kaylee. That was very...honest.<</speech>> <div class="thought">And graphic.</div> <<kayleetrustGain 1>> <<speech "Olivia">>You ever eat pussy, Kaylee? Like maybe Alyssa's?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviadyke.jpg" alt="olivia"> <<speech "Kaylee">>Shut up!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Shut up!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Alright, knock it off. Olivia, you're next.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I haven't had sex with very many men, just two. But I did it because it was what society was pressuring me to do. I'm exploring my bisexuality now and I think that women are far better than men when it comes to sex. //The normal fuck by a normal man is taken to be an act of invasion and ownership undertaken in a mode of predation.//<</speech>> She smiles, proudly. <<speech "You">>Well, I see you're good at memorizing quotes.<</speech>> Her smile drops. <div class="thought">That's right little girl. I've read Dworkin too!</div> <<speech "You">>//The normal fuck by a normal man...// That's Andrea Dworkin. It's from that book on your desk, //Intercourse//. I've read it.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well...that's good. I guess you're not quite like all the other men out there. They all just think they're superior to women. But I think truly intelligent people like us know that it's women who are really the superior sex.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Uh oh...You fucked up girl.</div> <<speech "You">>You know, Dworkin also said, //The essence of oppression is that one is defined from the outside by those who define themselves as superior by criteria of their own choice.//<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Uh...well...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And she said, //If you want a definition of what a coward is, it’s needing to push a whole class of people down so that you can walk on top of them.//<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But she wasn't talking about women being opressors or cowards in those quotes...was she?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>No, of course not. She meant that MEN have been the opressors and the cowards.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>See! I was right!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Yeah she's not getting this.</div> <<speech "You">>No, SHE was right. YOU are wrong. And just parroting back her quotes so you sound smart isn't going to make you right.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashocked.jpg" alt="olivia"> <<speech "You">>Listen, Dworkin is right. Men, by and large, have treated women like shit for the last-<</speech>> The whole class seems to be paying attention now. <<speech "You">>Well...forever. Pretty much.<</speech>> They all laugh a little at that one. <div class="thought">I think I may be getting through to them.</div> <<speech "You">>But just because you can point to that truth, doesn't mean you're some kind of morally just crusader if you're using that truth to justify the same kind of opression, just against men. <</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"> The class is now riveted by this discussion. <<speech "You">>What are you really about, Olivia? Equality, or just getting a win for your team? If you're really about equality, then you need to be the better person, and forgo revenge for the sake of progress, I mean //REAL// progress.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviathink.jpg" alt="olivia"> <div class="thought">She's thinkin' about it. I think I may have gotten through to her...</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviabird.jpg" alt="olivia"> <div class="thought">OK, there may be some work still left to do.</div> <<speech "You">>Yes, excellent rebuttal, Olivia.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Who wants to go next?<</speech>> <<olivialustLose 1>> <<oliviatrustLose 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class7">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<speech "You">>OK. So for this class, I really want all of you to guide the direction of the discussion. If I'm just some guy up here telling you about sex, without considering what it is that you want to achieve in this class, then I've failed you as an educator. So I want each of you to tell me and everyone else what you want to get out of this class.<</speech>> Some people seem pleased about this. Others smirk and roll their eyes, while still others seem to be indifferent. <<gracelustGain 1>> <<gracetrustGain 1>> <<alyssalustLose 1>> <<kayleelustLose 1>> <<olivialustGain 1>> <<oliviatrustGain 1>> <<laurentrustGain 1>> <<laurenlustGain 1>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But...how are we supposed to know what to say? What if we say the wrong thing?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's just it, Mikayla...there's no wrong answer here. I genuinely need to know what you all want to learn so I can craft a curriculum that is interesting and valuable for all of you.<</speech>> Mikayla stares back at you, utterly confused. <<speech "Mikayla">>But how will we know what to study for the tests?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>There aren't going to be any tests.<</speech>> You're about to continue talking when... <<speech "Mikayla">>But...then...how will we be graded?<</speech>> <div class="thought">She's not getting this. She's probably the overachiever type. She needs to know she's the best. She needs the numbers to prove it to the world.</div> <<speech "You">>If everyone participates in the discussion in a thoughtful and meaningful way, you all will get A's.<</speech>> <<jasminetrustGain 1>> <<sophiatrustGain 1>> Mikayla looks very nervous at the prospect that EVERYONE could get an A just by participating. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <div class="thought">She'll come around, eventually. Maybe. Better keep going.</div> <<mikaylalustLose 1>> <<mikaylatrustLose 1>> <<speech "You">>So, as I was saying...I want all of you to really choose the direction for these class discussions. That doesn't mean that I won't be participating as well, but it's really going to be up to you to do most of the heavy lifting.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>So you're just pawning off your responsibilities on us? You're the teacher! You're supposed to be teaching us. No one's paying me a salary, you know!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Some pushback. This was not unexpected.</div> <<speech "You">>Alyssa...I don't know you that well yet, but you strike me as the type of person that doesn't like being told what to do.<</speech>> She hesitates, momentarily. <<speech "Alyssa">>No. I don't.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So do you really want some dorky old man standing up in front of you, droaning on and on, day after day, telling you how you should be having sex?<</speech>> <div class="thought">I got her thinking about it...</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK. That's fair, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Thanks, Alyssa. I'm glad you're on board.<</speech>> <<alyssatrustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Alyssa brings up a good point, though. I am supposed to be the "teacher" here. But I don't want to think of myself that way. I prefer mentor.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But what's the difference?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Well, Mikayla...the way I see it, a teacher, in the traditional sense, is just a knowledge hose. I have knowledge that you don't because I am the teacher and you are the student. You open your brains and I just fill them up with knowledge.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>OK, I get it! That sounds good!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>No, Mikayla. I don't think you are getting it. That model for education is total bullshit.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>But...WHY?!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Because it assumes that he knows everything and we know nothing. It assumes that just because he's standing up there and we're all sitting in rows facing him, that he's better than us, and that it's his job to make us better by teaching us.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>And he's right. That's total fucking bullshit.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>YES! Thanks, Olivia. That was a great explanation.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviasmile.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<oliviatrustGain 1>> <<olivialustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Do you all see what Olivia is getting at? Under that model, I'm the only one who knows the valuable knowledge. Any knowledge that any of you have on the subject is seen as having no value.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Got them thinking now. This is good!</div> <<speech "You">>So what do you all think about that?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>I think I have more knowledge about sex than anyone in this fucking class! Including you, $you.fakefirstName!<</speech>> Everyone giggles. You chuckle along with them. <<speech "You">>Thanks for being open about it, Kaylee. Maybe you'd like to be the first to tell everyone what you hope to get out of the class?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>OK, teach! I want to hear about everyone's wildest sex stories, and their wildest sexual fantasies!<</speech>> <div class="thought">OK, not exactly what I meant...</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee. That's not exactly what I meant, but that's fine. Why do you want to discuss that?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Cause that shit turns me on! I mean, this is Fucking Class, right? So let's talk about some fucking!<</speech>> Some of the girls laugh at this. Others, namely Grace and Lauren, seem uncomfortable. <<speech "You">>OK, show of hands. Who feels comfortable talking about that stuff in front of everyone?<</speech>> Kaylee, Alyssa, and Olivia's hands immediately shoot up. Sophia and Jasmine, who are now paying closer attention, also raise their hands, although hesitantly. Grace, Lauren, and Mikayla do not raise their hands. <<speech "You">>So Grace, Lauren, and Mikayla. I don't want to single you out, but this is gonna be a very long and awkward term for you three if you don't feel comfortable talking about sex. This is a Human Sexuality Class Discussion. We're gonna talk a lot about sex.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck Yeah!<</speech>> You smile at Kaylee. <<speech "You">>I appreciated your enthusiasm, Kaylee.<</speech>> She shoots you a flirtatious smile. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Thanks teach! I bet there are a few things I could teach you!<</speech>> <<kayleelustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Alright, Kaylee. Keep it in your panties OK?<</speech>> The class laughs. <<speech "You">>But Kaylee is actually making my point for me. I'm not some super-knowledgeable sex genius up here; I'm not the knowledge hose. I want to be a mentor, not a teacher. I'm here to facilitate the discussion, and to participate when I feel like I have something valuable to add.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class7">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>I'll go!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, Mikayla, go ahead.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylastory.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well, first off, I have a boyfriend and we've been together for 5 years now. His name is Geoffry and he comes from a very good family. And last summer, we were at his parents' summer home in Easthampton. And we had sex for the first time. It was SOOOOO romantic! Geoffry took me to a dance at the yacht club and-<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>It was SOOOOOOOOO ROMANTIC!!! Ge-oof-ery took me to the yacht club and I sucked his dick in the boathouse!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Then he ate my ass and I pooped a little in his mouth, but it's OK cause he comes from SUCH a good family!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU'RE BOTH SO IMMATURE!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yeah, Kaylee. After your long and illustrious history of sucking dicks, I'm not sure you're one to judge.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshocked.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<kayleetrustLose 1>> <<kayleeobedienceGain 1>> Alyssa laughs at Kaylee as she pouts. <<speech "You">>What are you laughing at, Alyssa? I know you haven't gone yet, but I'm willing to bet that weirdly specific poop-in-his-mouth reference didn't just materialize out of nowhere.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> Alyssa turns beet red and joins Kaylee in her humiliation. The rest of the class have a good laugh at their expense, even Lauren, Jasmine, and Sophia; all of whom seem to be more involved in the discussion now. <<alyssatrustLose 1>> <<alyssalustLose 1>> <<alyssaobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>You were saying, Mikayla?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylastory.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well, I was saying that Geoffry took me to the dance, and we had such a romantic evening. And afterwards, we went back to his summer house and we snuck upstairs, because his parents were asleep. And we went to his bedroom, and I...I gave him...you know...<</speech>> <div class="thought">Come on. Just say it.</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>...My virginity.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Is he the only guy you've been with?<</speech>> Since she's said literally one word the entire class, everyone turns to look at Jasmine. Jasmine, for her part, doesn't seem phased by the sudden attention. She focuses on Mikayla, waiting for her answer. <<speech "Mikayla">>Um...yeah. He was my first and we're still together, even after what happened at school when I...<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>...Well...even after I came here.<</speech>> There's a moment of silence. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>I think that's sweet. It's nice for you that he's sticking around.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Thanks, Jasmine!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Wow. What the fuck happened there. I never thought it would be Mikayla and Jasmine bonding. Shows what I know.</div> <<speech "You">>Thank you, Mikayla. OK, who wants to go next? Maybe...Alyssa?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>Come on, Alyssa. Like a band-aid.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well what do you want to know, huh? Like how many guys I fucked or how many dicks I sucked?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes, Alyssa. That is the general idea with this discussion.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK, Fine. I don't know how many guys I've fucked. I don't know how many dicks I've sucked. Most of the time when it happens, I'm too drunk to remember. I'm a dirty little slut. Is that what you want to hear? Huh? You fucking pervert!<</speech>> <div class="thought">OK, she's trying to make you break here with the "pervert" thing.</div> <div class="thought">Are you a pervert?</div> <div class="thought">Yes.</div> <div class="thought">Does she need to know that?</div> <div class="thought">No.</div> <<speech "You">>Alyssa. No one thinks you're a dirty little slut.<</speech>> Kaylee snorts out a little laugh. Grace smiles in the front row, but you're the only one who notices. <<speech "You">>If you can't remember everything, just tell us what you do remember. Once we all come clean, we'll all be on the same level and we won't need to be embarrased anymore.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>UGH! Fine!<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class8">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Can I go next?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Sure, Alyssa. Go for it.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I just want to talk about why everyone makes SUCH a big deal about sex. They all think it's like some sappy rom com shit. It's just sex. It feels good. We all do it. Why should it be a big deal?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Good, Alyssa. You're hitting on an important topic, I think. Societal issues with sex. Does anyone have anything to add?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Our patriarchal society makes sex out to be dirty so men can use it to denigrate women. If a woman likes sex, she's a slut. If a man likes sex, he's a stud. Simple as that.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Of course the femi-dyke makes it all about The Patriarchy!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Fuck you, Alyssa. You're so deep in the closet you're finding Christmas presents back there!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Shut up!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>BOTH OF YOU STOP!<</speech>> They are startled by your sudden change in demeanor. <<speech "You">>I'm sorry I had to raise my voice, but we need to stop just reflexively insulting each other. And I do mean it when I say it's reflexive. Alyssa...Olivia was supporting your point, and you just made fun of her. Why?<</speech>> She thinks for a few moments. <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't know. It's just what we do, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Do you think that's a good reason to keep doing something? Just because it's routine?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I mean...I guess not. But what else am I supposed to do? All she EVER talks about is The Patriarchy.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Have you ever thought of talking about The Patriarchy with her?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Woah hello Jasmine! I'm glad she's joining the conversation.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, Alyssa! Have you ever even thought about that?<</speech>> Olivia's tone is very judgemental and Alyssa immediately back goes into scowl mode. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>Olivia...Alyssa was literally about to open up to you and listen to you about your beliefs, your values and your world view. And then you shut her down. Why did you do that? It seems like it's counterproductive.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>I...I...don't know. It's like I just expect people to make fun of me, to argue with me. It's all I ever get. I'm trying to tell them all how important this shit is and they just won't listen! They just call me a dyke and move on.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Maybe they think it's important too, but they don't know as much about it as you. Maybe they're nervous about saying something wrong and being embarrassed. Maybe they agree with you, for the most part, but they just don't want to get into an argument. That kinda shit stresses a lot of people out, and sometimes they would just rather not have to deal with it.<</speech>> Everyone looks at Sophia as she says it. <div class="thought">She may not talk that much, but it seems like she's one smart cookie.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>I guess...<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>You're both just on defense 100% of the time.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I think you can always find the good in someone. You just have to give them a chance and forgive them when they're mean to you. If you're mean to them right back, you'll never have the chance to be friends.<</speech>> Alyssa laughs, derisively and rolls her eyes. Grace frowns for a moment. The whole class looks at Alyssa. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>What?<</speech>> <div class="thought">She doesn't even realize she made fun of Grace. But I think I gotta pick my battles.</div> <<speech "You">>Alyssa, shouldn't you say something to Olivia?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>...Sorry Olivia.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Thank you. I'm sorry too.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Thanks.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Progress.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class8">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well...I have had sex a lot. Everyone's always, like, making it out to be some big, special thing...but I think it's just sex. We all do it. We all enjoy it, I mean, unless you're doing it wrong. Why should we make such a big deal out of it. I like sex and when I want to do it, I do it.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Holy shit. She may actually have the most enlightened view on sex in this entire class.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Alyssa. I think that's actually a very mature view on the subject.<</speech>> <<alyssatrustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Can you give us some of the specific experiences that stand out?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>Come on. Everyone has to do it so we can all be on the same page.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, come on Alyssa. I did it.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Yeah Kaylee, we know. 46 times. Once in the ass.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK FINE! The ones that I remember the most...well...Professor $you.fakelastName was right about the poop thing.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Actually I was just joking about that, but OK.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>This one guy I dated really wanted to eat my ass, but I was embarrased. But he kept asking me, and one time I just let him do it. And he was so excited. And it actually felt really good. He was doing it back there and I was rubbing my pussy and...welll... I don't know what happened.<</speech>> <div class="thought">You pooped in his mouth?</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>I pooped in his mouth.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>YOU POOPED IN HIS MOUTH?!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>YOU POOPED IN HIS MOUTH?!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>YOU POOPED IN HIS MOUTH?!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>YOU POOPED IN HIS MOUTH?!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>YOU POOPED IN HIS MOUTH?!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>YOU POOPED IN HIS MOUTH?!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>YOU POOPED IN HIS MOUTH?!<</speech>> The entire class bursts out laughing. Alyssa is mortified and she starts to cry. As the laughter starts to die down, Sophia, of all people, walks over to Alyssa's desk. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>Come on, Alyssa! How can you not laugh at that? This guy was super excited to eat your ass and you pooped in his mouth! That's the funniest story ever!<</speech>> Alyssa and Sophia, for all the tension between them, exchange a smile. Alyssa wipes the tears from her eyes and starts to giggle along with the rest of the class. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>It was pretty funny, actually. After I did it, I was so embarrased. I said "I'm so sorry!" and he just said, "Why?" and I was like, "Um, I pooped in your mouth!"<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You know what he said?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>"Yeah, so?"<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>EWWWWWWWWW!!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>EWWWWWWWWW!!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>EWWWWWWWWW!!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>EWWWWWWWWW!!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>EWWWWWWWWW!!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>EWWWWWWWWW!!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>EWWWWWWWWW!!!!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssahappy.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>What did you do after that?<</speech>> Alyssa Shrugs. <<speech "Alyssa">>I let him finish, then I sucked his dick.<</speech>> The entire class busts out laughing again, even harder this time. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class9">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>> <<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><<speech "You">>OK! I feel like we're all starting to get more comfortable here. Who wants to go next?<</speech>> No one immediately raises their hand. <<speech "You">>How about you, Sophia?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>Nah. Not now. Maybe later.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, that's fine. I don't want anyone to feel too much pressure...but you'll all have to talk about this eventually, OK?<</speech>> They all acknowledge your point. Grace smiles, reluctantly. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>I'll go.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Thank you, Grace. Go ahead.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Um... I don't really think I can talk much about sex because...because...I'm a...a...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>You're a virgin, Grace! WE KNOW! How could we not know?!<</speech>> You can see Grace starting to get upset. She only allows it for a few moments, then she forces a smile back on to her cute face. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Yes. I'm a virgin. So I don't know exactly what I can talk about in a class like this...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Talk about how you're gonna be a bride of Christ some day!<</speech>> Grace scowls for a moment, but then manages to smile again. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Well...I don't think I would dedicate my life to The Lord in that way, not that...well...I like to think that I would find a way to have a loving relationship with my husband, and with The Lord.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, sex, one time, with the lights off, to make a kid. Then NEVER AGAIN!<</speech>> Kaylee and Alyssa laugh at this. The rest of the class seems uncomfortable, but they don't say anything. <div class="thought">Grace looks like she's going to cry.</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <div class="thought">She needs someone to stand up for her.</div> <<speech "You">>Hey Kaylee, don't-<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>''//STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!//''<</speech>> The whole class is stunned silent by Grace's sudden show of anger and backbone. <<speech "Grace">>ALL YOU AND ALYSSA EVER DO IS MAKE FUN OF ME!<</speech>> You can see from their expressions and body language that Alyssa and Kaylee are quite surprised. <<speech "Grace">>I NEVER MAKE FUN OF YOU! NOT EVEN BEHIND YOUR BACK! I'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO BE NICE TO YOU!<</speech>> The class is silent for a few moments. Grace is no longer yelling, but is still upset. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracecry.png" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>You two have everything SO GOOD here! You both have tons of friends! You hang out with all the cool girls!<</speech>> Grace is nearly gasping for air as she speaks. The crying, the emotionality, it's clearly having an effect on her. <<speech "Grace">>You have no idea what it's like to be me! No...ff...ff...FLIPPIN' IDEA!!!<</speech>> <div class="thought">I think she was about to swear!</div> <<speech "Grace">>I walk around this school EVERY DAY with this dumb FAKE smile on my face because that's what a good, Christian girl is supposed to do! I turn the other cheek!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>And you know what happens? Everyone either makes fun of me, or they feel sorry for me, or they just think I'm weird because I'm a Christian.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracecry.png" alt="grace"></div> Grace is nearly sobbing now. <<speech "Grace">>Do you have any idea what it's like to eat lunch ALONE EVERY DAY FOR A WHOLE YEAR?! While everyone else is laughing with their friends?!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Do you have any idea what it's like to try so hard to be friends with EVERYONE...and they all just hate you, or at best, they just ignore you?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Most times, I'm just happy when they ignore me, because at least they're not making fun of me.<</speech>> The whole class looks really ashamed. Grace has been so good a burying all her emotions, they probably never even thought about what it's like to be her. <<speech "Grace">>Sometimes I think maybe God is punishing me...because of my sin; because I'm a sinner. And I think his punishment is that I'm not allowed to have any friends.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But I just want ONE friend. Just ONE person I can talk to...and who will listen...and just...be there...and not make fun of me.<</speech>> Her sadness and anger are overwhelming her. <<speech "Grace">>Why can't I have that when everybody else does?!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracecry.png" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Why am I not good enough?<</speech>> Some of the girls are literally starting to cry. You see that even Kaylee is glassy-eyed. <<speech "Kaylee">>I'm sorry, Grace. I wasn't trying to be mean. I'm just a smart-ass, I guess. I mean, I make fun of Alyssa all the time, and she's my best friend.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah Grace, Kaylee's a real cunt sometimes, but I know she's just joking.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah but that's because you're already friends. You can be like that with your friends, but you gotta be friends first. Otherwise it's just mean.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Come on, Kaylee...</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>You're right.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I'm sorry, Grace.<</speech>> Grace wipes the tears from her eyes. From what she just described, you're pretty sure she's cried at school plenty of times. But she probably hides herself away in a bathroom stall when she does. After all...she's a good, Christian girl. <<speech "Grace">>Thanks.<</speech>> The two exchange a brief smile. <<speech "Alyssa">>I'm sorry too.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Alyssa, the alpha bully, apologizing to Grace, the little church mouse. WOW.</div> <<speech "Grace">>I forgive you. Both.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> Grace manages to smile again. It's her fake smile, granted, but there's probably a little real happiness behind it now. Alyssa and Kaylee still look ashamed. Grace's words seem to have really gotten to them. For once, maybe these two are actually starting to think about what it's like to be one of Harrington's outcasts. <div class="thought">PROGRESS!</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class9">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><<speech "You">>OK! I feel like we're all starting to get more comfortable here. Who's next?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>I'll go.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Now some of the quieter ones are volunteering. This is working out pretty well, actually.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>Hi. Um...I'm Lauren. I don't really know any of you that well.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Um...<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well...<</speech>> <div class="thought">Poor girl's shaking like a leaf...</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Come on, Lauren. It's OK. You wanna tell us about your first time?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well...there's not much to tell. My best friend was hanging around with these other people that she met at her job. And I didn't really know any of them, but she told me to come to their party. There was this guy there, Justin, and my friend said that he really liked me.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Was he cute?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, he was really cute!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Did he have a big dick?<</speech>> Everyone laughs, even Grace. <<speech "Mikayla">>Kaylee, stop it!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What? Details make the story!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, enough. Keep going, Lauren<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>So he was like really drunk...and I was kinda drunk too. I don't drink that much, so I get drunk pretty fast. He said he wanted to show me something out in his car. So I went with him. I was really nervous, cause I knew what he wanted to do. And then...well...we did it.<</speech>> ... ... ... ... ... <<speech "Olivia">>OK, I never say this, but Kaylee's right. Details make the story! How was it?!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well, it was...weird.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>The first time is always weird.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah thats what my cousin told me too. She said I just need to keep doing it and it gets better.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Your cousin is totally right.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Amen!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well, that was it. That's the only time I've ever had sex.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Did you cum?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Um...well...I think maybe I did.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>She didn't cum!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>She didn't cum!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>She didn't cum!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>She didn't cum!<</speech>> The whole class laughs. <<speech "Lauren">>How...how do I know if I came?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh you poor girl.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class10">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>Hey Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I don't think you're weird. I don't have any friends here either, really.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I can be your friend!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>I'd like that!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Stop it! You two are gonna make me fucking cry!<</speech>> The whole class laughs for a few moments. <<speech "You">>Lauren? Maybe you'd like to go next?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>OK, I guess I could go.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Thank you.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well... I know you all don't know who I am-<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I know who you are.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurensurprised.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>How do you know who I am?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>I know who everyone is. I know a lot of things!<</speech>> <div class="thought">I'm very curious about Jasmine. Most times she's quiet, but she seems to know everyone. When she does talk, it's usually something insightful. But her personality seems...practiced.</div> <div class="thought">There's something very strange and intriguing about this girl.</div> <<speech "You">>So Jasmine, does that mean you'd like to go after Lauren?<</speech>> She thinks about it for a minute. <<speech "Jasmine">>Sure. I'll do that.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Good! OK, Lauren. You want to continue?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>Well, except for Jasmine, I guess...I don't think anyone knows me. I'm Lauren White.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I think I want to talk about...size.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Size?<</speech>> Lauren blushes. <<speech "Lauren">>You know...like...penises.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>FINALLY, SOMETHING I CAN TALK ABOUT!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What do you want to know, girl?<</speech>> Lauren and the rest of the class laugh. <<speech "Lauren">>Well...I've only ever had sex once. I didn't really know the guy that well and we didn't really see each other again after.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Hit it and quit it! That's the best way!<</speech>> Everyone laughs again. <<speech "Lauren">>I guess. Um...I was just wondering, since he's the only guy...and I don't really have anything else to compare it to...how...big are guys' penises...like normally?<</speech>> You start to talk. <<speech "You">>Well, Lauren...I don't think-<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Hold up, teach. I got this one!<</speech>> You chuckle. <<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee. Take it away!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Most guys are like 5, maybe 6 inches.<</speech>> Lauren looks a little confused. <<speech "Lauren">>Really?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, really. Wait, how big was your guy's?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well...I didn't really measure...<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Just show us with your hands!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah! Show us!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Show us!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well...OK. It was...like...this?<</speech>> She holds up her hands about 10 or 11 inches apart. <<speech "Kaylee">>OH MY GOD!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OH MY GOD!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OH MY GOD!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>OH MY GOD!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>OH MY GOODNESS!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>OH MY GOD!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>OH MY GOD!!!<</speech>> The class is momentarily stunned silent. <<speech "Olivia">>But you're so tiny?! Where the fuck did you put it all?<</speech>> The class bursts out laughing. Lauren blushes, but she's giggling too. <<speech "Sophia">>OK, but Lauren...the question is, did you like it?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well.. we were both pretty drunk, and it was my first time. My cousin told me that everyone's first time is just kinda weird. I don't know if I liked it or not.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well yeah! You didn't cum!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>How do you know?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Because you said you didn't know if you liked it or not!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Have you ever had an orgasm, Lauren?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I think I did...once.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, so that's a no. Listen, sex feels kinda weird until you cum for the first time. Then you're gonna fucking love it!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I had an orgasm once.<</speech>> Everything in the class comes to a sudden and crashing halt. Everyone stares at Grace, mouths agape, eyes wide in shock and disbelief. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Just kidding! Gotcha!<</speech>> The entire class laughs. They all seem pleasantly surprised to find out that little church-mouse Grace trolled them. After a few moments, things settle back down again. <<speech "Sophia">>OK, Lauren. So you didn't cum, and it was kinda weird...but did it hurt?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well...maybe a little, at first. But not after that. After that it was fine.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So the little wallflower is a size queen!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Lauren, girl...why didn't I meet you sooner?! We have SOOOO much to talk about!<</speech>> Everyone laughs. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class10">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><<speech "You">>OK! Thanks Lauren. Who's going next? Sophia? You wanna give it a go<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>Well...I may not have sucked as many dicks as Kaylee-<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>That's right bitch!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>-And I never shit in some guy's mouth...<</speech>> Alyssa giggles. <<speech "Sophia">>But I've had a few boyfriends.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Gettin' that BBC in the ghetto, huh hoochie?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>FUCK YOU, KAYLEE!<</speech>> <div class="thought">I thought they were starting to get along...</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>What?! I was just joking! I thought we were all, like, being friends now and shit.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Just DON'T fucking call me ghetto, or hoochie!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Why not? Everyone calls me slut and I don't care!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>It's not the same thing.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well it's not my fault that she can't take a joke. She's supposed to be this hardcore, badass chick and she-<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Stop it, Kaylee! Leave it alone.<</speech>> Kaylee gives Alyssa a confused look, then shrugs and relents. <<speech "Kaylee">>OK! Fine. Sorry.<</speech>> <div class="thought">I didn't expect that being tough with the girls would actually lead to them bonding with each other. This is an unexpected development.</div> <<speech "Sophia">>So I've had a few boyfriends. And, YES KAYLEE, two of them were black guys and one of them had a HUGE cock.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>See? I knew we had something in common!<</speech>> The class giggles. You see that even the inexperienced ones like Lauren and Grace (who you just assume is inexperienced) are very interested in the discussion now. <<speech "Olivia">>You ever eat pussy?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviadyke.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>Not yet.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Come on, Sophia. You know who the winning team is!<</speech>> She shoots you a dirty look when she says it. You just shake your head and smile. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <div class="thought">Olivia is going to be an uphill battle.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Can we stop talking about pussy and get back to talking about cock?<</speech>> The class laughs. <<speech "Kaylee">>What? She can't just say he had a HUGE COCK and then just leave it at that!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>OK..what do you want to know?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>How big was it?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh my god! Is little Lauren a size queen?<</speech>> Lauren blushes but smiles. <<speech "Lauren">>Shut up!<</speech>> Alyssa giggles. <<speech "Sophia">>Well...it's not like I ever measured...but it was, like, TOO big.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Not for Kaylee. There's no such thing as too big for her.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Damn straight!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>We tried to have sex a few times, and I just couldn't do it. It hurt too much. And I don't think he liked it that much either. It was just awkward and weird.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But I thought bigger was always better...right, Professor $you.fakelastName?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Why is she asking me?</div> <<speech "You">>Mikayla...let me put it this way. You ever try to walk around in shoes that are three sizes too small for you?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>No.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Why not?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Because it would hurt.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>There you go. People have different sized body parts, and they don't always fit well with each other. To give you the male perspective on the subject-<</speech>> Olivia snorts and rolls her eyes in the front row. <<speech "You">>Can it, Olivia.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviabird.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>We're always led to believe that if your dick isn't 10 feet long, and thick as a baseball bat, that no girl will ever want to fuck you. But that's just not true.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Speaking of dick size...Lauren, you never told us how big your guy's was.<</speech>> Lauren smiles and blushes. <<speech "Lauren">>Well...I don't know. Normal size, I guess. I don't really have anything to compare it to.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Just show us with your hands.<</speech>> Lauren holds up her hands like she's telling a fish story. She holds them about 10 inches apart. The look on her face says "is this big?" <<speech "Alyssa">>OH MY GOD!! She IS a size queen!!!<</speech>> The class whoops and hollers. Lauren turns bright red and giggles. <<speech "Grace">>What's a size queen?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>It's a girl who want's the biggest dick she can get. Like Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Or Lauren, apparently!<</speech>> They all laugh again, including Lauren and Grace. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class11">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><<speech "You">>Alright. Jasmine. You're next.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> Jasmine gets ready to speak. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>Wait...sorry Jasmine. You think I could go first? I kinda want to talk about what Lauren was talking about. Is that OK?<</speech>> You and Sophia both look at Jasmine. <<speech "Jasmine">>Sure you can go next.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Thanks! So...Lauren. The reason I asked if it hurt was because I tried to have sex with a guy who was really big, and I couldn't do it because it hurt so much.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Sophia with the tight pussy FOR THE WIN!<</speech>> Everyone laughs <<speech "Sophia">>Thanks, Kaylee...I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Sophia, I'm glad you're getting involved in the conversation, but I think we may be getting a little off topic. What is it that you want to learn and discuss in this class?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Well...the guy that was...big, he was a black guy. And I dated another black guy too, but he wasn't nearly as big.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But I thought all black guys were big, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>NOPE!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Really?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Only in porn. I mean all the guys in porn have pretty big dicks, but I will tell you, from extensive personal experience, black dicks come in all sizes, just like white dicks, just like asian dicks, just like latino dicks, just like-<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK, KAYLEE! WE GET IT! YOU'VE HAD A LOT OF DICKS!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>You're just jealous, bitch!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Well then I guess I'm just wondering where that stereotype comes from? I'd like to discuss that, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Sophia, as much as I'd like to keep this discussion going, we're running short on time and Jasmine and Mikayla still need to go. So I'm going to put that topic, racial stereotypes in porn, into the curriculum and we'll definitely talk about it in the future. Sound good?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Sounds good to me! Thanks.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Okay Jasmine is next.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>So, I think all the things that people already mentioned would be interesting to talk about. I think that talking about how sex is weaponized against women, like Olivia said, is importatnt for us to learn. And I think I'd like to learn more about the racial stereotypes in porn as well...<</speech>> She continues talking. You observe her closely. <div class="thought">There's something going on here. She's just parrotting back all the things that everyone else talked about.</div> <div class="thought">It's like she want's everyone to think she's involved, but she doesn't want the spotlight on her.</div> Jasmine finishes talking. <div class="thought">She's clearly practiced this little act. She's really very good at screening and distracting people, deflecting conversations when they get too personal.</div> <div class="thought">She's a lot like me.</div> <div class="thought">Which means she's hiding something.</div> <div class="thought">But this is neither the time nor the place to push her on it.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class11">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><<speech "You">>Jasmine. You're next.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Well...I've had sex with four different guys. One of them was my boyfriend, I guess. We never really figured that out, but we were only having sex with each other, and no one else.<</speech>> The class is paying attention to Jasmine telling her story. You look and listen closely. Her body language, her facial micro-expressions, the rhythym of her speech and the tone of her voice. You can tell she's lying. But she's REALLY good at it. You should know. This girl is definitely hiding something, and she's practiced her "fake" self so much, that she can seemingly turn it on with ease. <div class="thought">Hmm...what is going on with this girl?</div> She finishes her story. You're probably not going to get any juicy info from her, not when she's in front of the class, at least. <<speech "You">>OK. Last one. Grace.<</speech>> Grace's smile drops and she looks mortified. She was getting so involved, she probably forgot she was going to have to go at some point. <<speech "Grace">>Do I have to, Sir?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Grace, what did I say at the beginning of class?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>That we have to do whatever you tell us to. Sir.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Do it!<</speech>> Grace puts on her chruch-mouse, reluctant smile. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Well...there was this guy from my church...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Did he have a big dick?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>I'm just kidding. Keep going!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, he told me that he really liked me. And we went to our church's Spring dance together. He was a really sweet guy. He was very nice to me.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So you fucked him?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>OH NO! Of course not!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I thought we were telling sex stories?!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah, but that's just it. I've never had...had...<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>...sex.<</speech>> She's clearly uncomfortable saying it. <<speech "Olivia">>That's OK, you know. It's not that big of a deal.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Just tell us what DID happen with the guy.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well...nothing, really. He was just really sweet and nice.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Did you guys make out, at least?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>Have you ever kissed anyone, Grace?<</speech>> Grace hesitates, thinking about what to say. <<speech "Grace">>I've never kissed A BOY.<</speech>> <div class="thought">That's not what she asked...</div> <<speech "Olivia">>That's not what I asked.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I...I really don't want to talk about it.<</speech>> She's about to cry. <<speech "Grace">>Do I have to do this, Professor $you.fakelastName<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes, Grace. You do.<</speech>> Tears are rolling down her face. <<speech "Grace">>Please don't make me do this<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, come on. Leave her alone.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>She doesn't want to talk about it.<</speech>> <div class="thought">I think everyone is getting just a little too comfortable here...</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/yelling.webp" alt="yelling"></div> <<speech "You">>QUIET!!!<</speech>> Everyone immediately stops talking. <<speech "You">>Now I've been giving you girls a little leeway here, because you've all been following my orders. But disobedience WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!<</speech>> <<oliviaobedienceGain 1>> <<sophiaobedienceGain 1>> <<laurenobedienceGain 1>> <<alyssaobedienceGain 1>> <<alyssalustGain 1>> <<kayleeobedienceGain 1>> <<mikaylaobedienceGain 1>> <<mikaylalustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Grace, you WILL do as you're told!<</speech>> She wipes the tears from her eyes. <<speech "Grace">>Yes Sir.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracecry.png" alt="grace"></div> <<graceobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "Grace">>I've never kissed a boy...but I kissed a girl.<</speech>> Olivia smiles. <<speech "Olivia">>DETAILS! NOW!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>She was a girl from school, Becca, and we were on the same school bus. She sat with me, cause she was new and she didn't know anyone. We were friends.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Keep going, Grace.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>One day on the bus, Becca told a joke and I was laughing so hard. Then she started laughing too. Then she just kissed me. And I didn't stop her.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>So you liked it?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It felt weird, but really good too. I never felt anything like that before.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>So what happened with you two?<</speech>> Grace starts to cry again. <<speech "Grace">>Someone on the bus saw us and they told someone else, and then the whole school knew that we were sinning. My parents found out too, and they said the most horrible things about us. I was so scared!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Then what happened?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>They were so mad...so they pulled me out of my school and said that I could never see Becca again, and that her whole family were sinners for raising her that way. And then they sent me here, to Harrington.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Wait...What?</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Wait...What?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>You mean you didn't get sent here by a judge or something? I thought we were all here to avoid going to prison, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Nope. My parents made me go here.<</speech>> Everyone lets this sink in. <<speech "Alyssa">>Hold up, so your parents were SO mad that you kissed a girl, that they decided to send you to live in an all-girls reform school, on a remote island, in the middle of nowhere...with a bunch of girls?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I think they thought it was one of those places where they...like...un-gay you.<</speech>> <div class="thought">This might just be the greatest thing I've ever heard!</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>I'm calling it right now. She's gonna be diving muff in like a week!<</speech>> The class bursts out in laughter. Graces looks embarrased, still, but manages to giggle a little. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class12">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>><</nobr>><<speech "You">>OK, last one is Mikayla. Go ahead, Mikayla.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>I...I don't know what to say.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Just say whatever is on your mind. There's no right or wrong answer here.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>But there's ALWAYS a right or wrong answer! How can there not be a right or wrong answer!<</speech>> <div class="thought">This poor girl. The education system has squeezed all the critical thinking out of her.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Mikayla. Just pretend we're not in a class. We're just a group of people discussing sex.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>But how can I pretend we're not in a class?! We're sitting in a classroom!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I don't think I can do this!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Mikayla, let me ask you something. How do you usually do in school? Like how did you do in your last school?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I was Valedictorian in...or...well, I was GOING to be Valedictorian in my last school...until I...until I came here.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And I bet that was really challenging, right?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylastory.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Oh Yes! It had to work so hard! I studied every night for hours and on the weekends too!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And I bet you had to take a lot of tests, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Oh my god, YES! There were all the tests for school, then there were all the college placement tests too! But I did really well on all of them!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So you really like overcoming challenges then, right?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>It's like the best feeling in the world! You know something is going to be really hard, but you just keep at it, and then when you finally do it, it feels so good. It makes me feel like...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Like you've really accomplished something. And you feel proud!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>YES!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Well, I know this class doesn't have the structure that you're used to, and that makes you really uncomfortable. But think of it this way. Adapting to this new kind of class, and being successful in it, that's a whole new challenge for you.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Imagine how good you will feel when you overcome it and you get to see that A+ on your report card.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Grace">>You got this, Mikayla.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, you can do this!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Come on, Mikayla. You can do this!</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>OK. I'll try.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's the spirit! So what do you want to talk about in this class?<</speech>> <<mikaylatrustGain 1>> <<mikaylalustGain 1>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well...I guess I've always wondered why so many people cheat on each other, and why so many people get divorced. I mean, me and my boyfriend, Geoffry...we're still together, even though I had to come here...and he stayed back at my last school.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>It's cause we're not evolved to be tied down to one person.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>No, it's because society pressures women to be the good little housewife, while the men get to fuck around all they want!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But that's how God wants it. Genesis 2:18 //Then the Lord God said, “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.”// Women are the helpers.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Oh come on, Grace! You really believe that you should be confined to the kitchen for the rest of your life just because you were born with a pussy instead of a dick?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It's in the Bible, Olivia!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well, maybe she doesn't care what's in the Bible, Grace!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I'm not saying she has to think the same as me, I'm just saying that's what I believe.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>That's fine, Grace. Everyone is allowed to believe whatever they want. We don't all have to agree.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class12">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> Your students seem to be getting along rather well. With the way this class discussion started, you were sure you'd have to lay down the law with them, and force them to talk about their deepest sexual secrets, humiliating them in the process. But, strangely, once they got the ball rolling, all of them, even Grace, seemed to be comfortable enough to talk about these things in front of each other. All except Jasmine, that is. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"> <div class="thought">She's a mysterious one. If I didn't have so much experience reading people, I probably would never have known she was lying. She's hiding something.</div> <div class="thought">Lauren is a quiet one too, but I don't think she's lying about anything. She just needs to feel comfortable opening up.</div> <div class="thought">Sophia seemed very standoffish at first. She definitely has some anger issues too. But she seemed to soften her shell a little.</div> <div class="thought">The rest of them will probably not be a problem...except maybe Olivia. She might be someone to spend some one-on-one time with as well.</div> <<speech "You">>Alright, ladies. That's it for today. Same time tomorrow and don't be late!<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-classend">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> The class seems to be getting along really well now. They're talking and laughing with each other as the end of the class period nears. <div class="thought">They're discussing some really deep shit without insulting each other. And they all seem to be really involved in the discussion. I'd say this is a win!</div> <<speech "You">>OK EVERYONE! CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!<</speech>> Everyone stops talking and looks up at you. <<speech "You">>Thank you. I hate to interrupt the discussion when it's going so well, but we are about out of time.<</speech>> After you say it, the vibe in the classroom seems to change, dramatically. Everyone seems to be a little on edge and unsure of themselves. You have a pretty good idea what's up. <div class="thought">They all made nice in here, in the classroom, away from all the other eyes in the school.</div> <div class="thought">But now they have to go back out there, and everyone's going to expect them to act the way they always do.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-classend">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfaces.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> As you wrap up class, and the girls get ready to leave the classroom, you can see a definite shift in all of their demeanors. Mikayla and Grace put on their big, happy smiles, Olivia packs up her feminist books and puts her "fuck off" face back on. Jasmine, Lauren, and Sophia seem to shrink back into themselves. Alyssa and Kaylee seem to go right back into gossipy bitch mode. As they head out into the hallway, you follow and watch as they dispurse into the crowd of other students already there. To your dismay, they seem to all be right back in their previous roles. You even catch Alyssa and Kaylee, standing with a group of girls, making fun of Grace, and then Sophia, as they each walk by. <div class="thought">I guess it's easy to act like friends when there's no one else watching.</div> <div class="thought">I can't believe I actively tried to humiliate these girls, and ended up creating a safe space for them.</div> <div class="thought">Apparently I'm a good teacher...even when I'm trying to be a bad one.</div> <div class="thought">I will have to be careful about this, though. The worst thing that could happen would be for them to rise up and unite against me. Giving them a little space for the first class was OK, but I'll need to maintain authority in classes from now on. Who knows what might happen in the future..</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfaces.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> As if on cue, you can see them reverting to their prior selves. Mikayla puts on her million-dollar smile. Olivia puts her earbuds in and her "fuck off" face on. Alyssa and Kaylee seem to slip back into gossipy-bitch mode. Jasmine and Sophia put their shells back on and try to not be noticed. One good change, though, is that Grace and Lauren seem to be friends now. <div class="thought">That makes me happy. Small victories, right?</div> As your students leave the classroom, you follow them to the hallway and watch as they dissolve into the sea of other girls. You notice Alyssa and Kaylee group up with another bunch of bitchy-looking girls. As Grace and Lauren walk past the group, Grace smiles at them. Some of the girls laugh at her, mockingly. Alyssa and Kaylee don't join in, but they don't do anything to stop the other girls either. <div class="thought">Small victories.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiefiles.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're standing in the hallway outside your classroom when you hear someone call your name from behind you. You turn around and see $barbie.name. <<barbie "Mr. $you.fakelastName. I'm glad I caught you.">> she says. <<you "What is it, $barbie.name?">> <<barbie "I wanted to let you know that I gave you access to all the students' personal files. They're all stored on our server, and you can view them at any time if you want to learn more information about a certain student. I'd recommend studying up, especially for those students you teach, and those you will be working with in counseling sessions.">> <<you "Thanks, $barbie.name.">> <<barbie "I just need you to sign this form saying that you will keep their files confidential.">> She holds out a piece of paper on a clipboard and hands you a pen. At the bottom, there's a signature line with a little sticker that says <<nobr>><<link "SIGN HERE." "monday 2-break1">><<set $hint=10>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Student Files"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="computer screen" class="left"> You have some time to kill, so you head upstairs to your office. you sit at the desk and turn on the computer. You're keen on checking out your students' files to learn more about them, but also to record some information that you learned today. You CLICK ON THE STUDENT FILES BUTTON ON THE SIDEBAR TO READ ALL THE FILES. <</nobr>> <span class="alida">**IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ EACH STUDENT'S FILE IF THIS IS YOUR FIRST PLAYTHROUGH, OTHERWISE YOU RISK MISSING VALUABLE INFORMATION ABOUT THEM.**</span> <span class="alida">**YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO READ THE FILES**</span> Once you are finished reading the files, you <<link "return to your desk to try to remember what you learned." "monday 2-break2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<if $grace.met is true>><<set $grace.file=1>> <img src="images/files/grace.png" alt="grace" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''GRACE LOVEJOY:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> None. Miss Lovejoy was enrolled at Harrington at the request of her parents. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> Grace Lovejoy is the daughter of William and Prudence Lovejoy. William Lovejoy is an Evangelical Pastor at Shining City Fellowship Church and Prudence Lovejoy is the church's Choir Director. <<else>><br> <</if>><br><span class="barbie">Class Discussion Notes:</span> <<if $grace.mem1 is 1>><br>-Grace is a virgin.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem2 is 1>><br>-Grace kissed a girl.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem3 is 1>><br>-Grace is a virgin.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem4 is 1>><br>-Grace has had an orgasm before.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem5==1>><br>-Grace has bisexual desires.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem6==1>><br>-Grace is ashamed of her sins.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem7==1>><br>-Grace is trying to save everyone's souls.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem8==1>><br>-Grace's parents are dead.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem9==1>><br>-Grace is afraid of going to hell for liking girls.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem10==1>><br>-Grace is one of Kaylee's JustFans subscribers.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem11==1>><br>-Grace thinks pornstars are evil.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem12==1>><br>-Grace's thinks it's not her place to judge others.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem13==1>><br>-Grace feels bad for hurting a guy friend who had a crush on her.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem14==1>><br>-Grace actually had sex but never told anyone.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem15==1>><br>-Grace thinks that being kind to your partner is key to romantic relationships.<<else>><</if>> <<if $grace.mem16==1>><br>-Grace thinks that talking about relationships is boring.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $alyssa.met is true>><<set $alyssa.file=1>> <img src="images/files/alyssa.png" alt="alyssa" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''ALYSSA STEVENS:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> Underage Possession and Consumption of Alcohol, Contributing to the Delinquency of a Minor, Felony Operating a Motor Vehicle While Intoxicated. Miss Stevens was pulled over and failed a field sobriety test, and a breathalyzer test. She was found to be intoxicated, and in possession of alcohol. She was, at the time, with an individual found to be 16 years of age, who was also intoxicated. That individual's name is redacted from this file because they are or were a minor at the time of the incident. Miss Stevens pleaded Guilty to all charges and was sent to Harrington. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> Alyssa Stevens is the daughter of Caroline Sharpe and Jason Stevens (deceased). Jason Stevens was the creator of a popular sports betting website, www.bigfatbetz.com. Upon his death, Caroline Stevens changed back to her maiden name, Sharpe. She inherited www.bigfatbetz.com and sold it to a larger competitor for an unknown, but suspected eight-figure sum. <<else>><br> <</if>><br><span class="barbie">Class Discussion Notes:</span> <<if $alyssa.mem1 is 1>><br>-Alyssa may have a drinking problem.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem2 is 1>><br>-Alyssa has never pooped in a guy's mouth.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem3 is 1>><br>-Alyssa is very casual about sex.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem4 is 1>><br>-Alyssa is nice to everyone.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem5==1>><br>-Alyssa might be trying to get you fired.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem6==1>><br>-Alyssa has had sex with other girls.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem7==1>><br>-Alyssa has probably been sexually abused while drunk.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem8==1>><br>-Alyssa has a good relationship with her parents.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem9==1>><br>-Alyssa is afraid of people knowing she likes girls.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem10==1>><br>-Alyssa gets along real well with her mother.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem11==1>><br>-Alyssa thinks the porn industry is corrupt and exploitative.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem12==1>><br>-Alyssa thinks girls going into porn know the risks.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem13==1>><br>-Alyssa feels bad for using a guy to piss off her mom.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem14==1>><br>-Alyssa is secretly a porn star like Kaylee.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem15==1>><br>-Alyssa thinks she ruins all her romantic relationships.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alyssa.mem16==1>><br>-Alyssa never gets emotional.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $kaylee.met is true>><<set $kaylee.file=1>> <img src="images/files/kaylee.png" alt="kaylee" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''KAYLEE WEST:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> Felony Prostitution, Indecent Exposure, Public Intoxication, Underage Consumption of Alcohol. Miss West was arrested during a police prostitution sting operation which targeted a suspected prostitution ring running out of The Riverbrook School, where she was a student. At the time of her arrest, Miss West, who was of legal age, was witnessed to engage in both Oral and Vaginal copulation with an individual who exchanged money for her services. Miss West was also intoxicated under the legal drinking age. Her prostitution charge, originally a misdemeanor, was converted to a felony because the incident occured within 1000 feet of a school. She pleaded Guilty to all charges and was sent to Harrington. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> Kaylee West has 1.2 million Instantgrum followers and over 2,500 JustFans subscribers. <<else>><br> <</if>><br><span class="barbie">Class Discussion Notes:</span> <<if $kaylee.mem1 is 1>><br>-Kaylee likes anal sex.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem2 is 1>><br>-Kaylee is afraid of big dicks.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem3 is 1>><br>-Kaylee knows a lot about sex.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem4 is 1>><br>-Kaylee is afraid of big dicks.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem5==1>><br>-Kaylee has WILD sexual fantasies.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem6==1>><br>-Kaylee is extremely intelligent.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem7==1>><br>-Kaylee has trouble reading the room.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem8==1>><br>-Kaylee is proud to be a slut.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem9==1>><br>-Kaylee thinks Grace is a slut.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem10==1>><br>-Kaylee is afraid guys will dump her because she's slutty.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem11==1>><br>-Kaylee idolizes pornstars for their talent.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem12==1>><br>-Kaylee is struggling to make money on JustFans.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem13==1>><br>-Kaylee is a prostitute.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem14==1>><br>-Kaylee has sugar daddies.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem15==1>><br>-Kaylee would only date other pornstars.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kaylee.mem16==1>><br>-Kaylee is always in a romantic relationship.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $olivia.met is true>><<set $olivia.file=1>> <img src="images/files/olivia.png" alt="olivia" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''OLIVIA STOWE:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> Disturbing the Peace, Felony Trespassing, Misdemeanor Assault and Battery of a Peace Officer, Disobeying a Peace Officer, Resisting Arrest. Miss Stowe participated in an unlawful political protest related to the #MeAlso movement. During the protest she unlawfully entered private property (location redacted at property owner's request) and handcuffed herself to a metal railing. During her arrest, she scratched a police officer's face with her fingernails. She pleaded Guilty to all charges and was sent to Harrington. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> Olivia Stowe is the daughter of Devin and Elizabeth Stowe. Devin Stowe is a freelance investigative journalist, and Elizabeth Stowe is a freelance artist. Olivia Stowe has a political themed YooToob channel called "Matriarchy" which has over 400,000 subscribers. <<else>><br> <</if>><br><span class="barbie">Class Discussion Notes:</span> <<if $olivia.mem1 is 1>><br>-Olivia reads feminist theory.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem2 is 1>><br>-Olivia has only had sex with women.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem3 is 1>><br>-Olivia wants to destroy The Patriarchy.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem4 is 1>><br>-Olivia often argues with people.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem5==1>><br>-Olivia doesn't like to bend to authority.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem6==1>><br>-Olivia likes to push Alyssa's buttons.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem7==1>><br>-Olivia is a true believer in the #MeAlso Movement.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem8==1>><br>-Olivia gets along with Alyssa.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem9==1>><br>-Olivia is afraid she might realize she doesn't like girls.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem10==1>><br>-Olivia is a Christian.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem11==1>><br>-Olivia thinks the porn industry is exploitative.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem12==1>><br>-Olivia thinks prostitution is fundamentally wrong.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem13==1>><br>-Olivia was hurt by a former guy friend whom she slept with.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem14==1>><br>-Olivia is in love with Alyssa.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem15==1>><br>-Olivia thinks communication is key in romantic relationships.<<else>><</if>> <<if $olivia.mem16==1>><br>-Olivia used to be a real girly girl when she was younger.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $jasmine.met is true>><<set $jasmine.file=1>> <img src="images/files/jasmine.png" alt="jasmine" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''JASMINE JACOBS:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> Felony Breaking and Entering, Felony Burglary, Felony Criminal Trespassing, Resisting Arrest. Miss Jacobs was found squatting in an interior room of a vacant office suite in the Westland Industrial Park. She had been living there after aging out of the state foster care system. She was found to be in possession of clothing, electronics, and other items that were property of the building owner. When confronted by police, Miss Jacobs attempted to flee the scene on foot, but was apprehended. She pleaded Guilty to all charges, and the judge presiding over the case, noting special circumstances, chose to send her to Harrington rather than prison. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> Jasmine Jacobs' parents were killed in a motor vehichle accident when she was eight years old. She spent 6 months living with a relative who was later deemed to be an unfit guardian. Jasmine was put into Child Protective Services and bounced around different group and foster homes until she aged out of the system at age 18. <<else>><br> <</if>><br><span class="barbie">Class Discussion Notes:</span> <<if $jasmine.mem1 is 1>><br>-Jasmine is a practiced liar.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem2 is 1>><br>-Jasmine is very angry all the time.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem3 is 1>><br>-Jasmine is a practiced liar.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem4 is 1>><br>-Jasmine is very angry all the time.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem5==1>><br>-Jasmine was in love with her foster brother.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem6==1>><br>-Jasmine fantasizes about having sex with a girl.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem7==1>><br>-Jasmine empathizes with Alyssa losing her father.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem8==1>><br>-Jasmine doesn't like anyone in the class.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem9==1>><br>-Jasmine is afraid of things outside of her control ruining relationships.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem10==1>><br>-Jasmine has a crush on Lauren.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem11==1>><br>-Jasmine wants to be a pornstar.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem12==1>><br>-Jasmine thinks porn is becoming less stigmatized.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem13==1>><br>-Jasmine tried to blackmail her creepy foster dad.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem14==1>><br>-Jasmine faked her own death once.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem15==1>><br>-Jasmine thinks empathy is important in romantic relationships.<<else>><</if>> <<if $jasmine.mem16==1>><br>-Jasmine is sick of Kaylee's bullshit.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $lauren.met is true>><<set $lauren.file=1>> <img src="images/files/lauren.png" alt="lauren" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''LAUREN WHITE:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> Felony Possession of a Controlled Substance -to wit- Cannabis, Felony Operating a Motor Vehicle Under the Influence of Drugs. Miss White was pulled over during a routine traffic stop with an additional 3 passengers in her car. During the stop, officers found approximately five grams, a felony amount under state law, of Flower Cannabis in the passenger cabin of her vehicle. After being detained, Miss white later failed a Urine Swab Test, showing positive for THC, the psychoactive component of Cannabis. Miss White pleaded Not Guilty to all charges. Her defense argued that it was impossible to prove that the drugs were hers or that she even knew of their existence. They also argued that there was no probable cause for the initial traffic stop. Miss West was found Not Guilty of Felony Possession, but was found Guilty of Felony Operating Under the Influence. Because it was her first offense, the judge sent her to Harrington. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> Lauren White is the daughter of Christopher and Sandra White. Christopher White owns two car dealerships and Sandra is a private piano teacher. The state where Lauren lives is known for its strict drug laws. <<else>><br> <</if>><br><span class="barbie">Class Discussion Notes:</span> <<if $lauren.mem1 is 1>><br>-Lauren is a virgin.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem2 is 1>><br>-Lauren has never had an orgasm.<<elseif $lauren.mem2==2>><br>-Lauren has ==never== had //m//an//y// orgasm//s//.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem3 is 1>><br>-Lauren is a virgin.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem4 is 1>><br>-Lauren has never had an orgasm.<<elseif $lauren.mem4==2>><br>-Lauren has ==never== had //m//an//y// orgasm//s//.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem5==1>><br>-Lauren is an exhibitionist.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem6==1>><br>-Lauren has had anal sex.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem7==1>><br>-Lauren agrees with Olivia about The Patriarchy.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem8==1>><br>-Lauren has a terrible relationship with her parents.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem9==1>><br>-Lauren and Kaylee are bonding.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem10==1>><br>-Lauren is a lesbian.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem11==1>><br>-Lauren thinks prostitution should be legal.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem12==1>><br>-Lauren has never watched porn.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem13==1>><br>-Lauren probably has a crush on Mikayla.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem14==1>><br>-Lauren has been in several romantic relationships.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem15==1>><br>-Lauren is scared to talk about her feelings with her love interests.<<else>><</if>> <<if $lauren.mem16==1>><br>-Lauren probably has a crush on Mikayla.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>><<if $sophia.met is true>><<set $sophia.file=1>> <img src="images/files/sophia.png" alt="sophia" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''SOPHIA PERLA:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> Felony Assault with a Deadly Weapon. Miss Perla was involved in an altercation with another female individual outside of a gathering in a nearby residence. During the altercation, Miss Perla kicked the other individual in the head with a steel-toed boot, rendering the individual unconscious. Miss Perla pleaded No Contest to the charge. Several teachers from her school testified on her behalf as Character Witnesses and the judge decided to send her to Harrington. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> Sophia Perla was on the Distiguished Honor Roll at her school which was reserved for the top 10 students. <<else>><br> <</if>><br><span class="barbie">Class Discussion Notes:</span> <<if $sophia.mem1 is 1>><br>-Sophia doesn't like being called //ghetto//.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem2 is 1>><br>-Sophia loves huge dicks.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem3 is 1>><br>-Sophia has a tight pussy.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem4 is 1>><br>-Sophia loves huge dicks.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem5==1>><br>-Sophia seems more talkative lately.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem6==1>><br>-Sophia has a recurring sex dream.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem7==1>><br>-Sophia's assault charge was actually an accident.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem8==1>><br>-Sophia does not want to talk in class.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem9==1>><br>-Sophia is afraid of her anger issues and her jealousy.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem10==1>><br>-Sophia hates Jasmine.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem11==1>><br>-Sophia doesn't think being a pornstar should be stigmatized.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem12==1>><br>-Sophia was once a prostitute.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem13==1>><br>-Sophia was tricked into having sex on a hidden camera.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem14==1>><br>-Sophia loves to fuck rich guys.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem15==1>><br>-Sophia thinks that jealousy can ruin romantic relationships.<<else>><</if>> <<if $sophia.mem16>><br>-Sophia has never dated anyone.<<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="computer screen" class="left"> You finish reading all the files. You copy all the information on to your phone so you can CHECK IT WHENEVER YOU WANT FROM THE STUDENT FILES BUTTON ON THE SIDEBAR. Now you're ready to <<link "return to your desk to try to remember what you learned." "monday 2-break3">><<set $hint=11>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Class Discussion Reviews"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>

<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla has a boyfriend">><<set $mikayla.mem1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla is a virgin">><<set $mikayla.mem2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/grace/gracemeet.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Grace is a virgin">><<set $grace.mem1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Grace kissed a girl">><<set $grace.mem2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa may have a drinking problem">><<set $alyssa.mem1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa has never pooped in a guy's mouth">><<set $alyssa.mem2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee likes anal sex">><<set $kaylee.mem1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee is afraid of big dicks">><<set $kaylee.mem2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia reads feminist theory">><<set $olivia.mem1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia has only had sex with women">><<set $olivia.mem2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine is a practiced liar">><<set $jasmine.mem1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine is very angry all the time">><<set $jasmine.mem2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren is a virgin">><<set $lauren.mem1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren has never had an orgasm">><<set $lauren.mem2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia doesn't like being called //ghetto//">><<set $sophia.mem1=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia loves huge dicks">><<set $sophia.mem2=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <br> <br> [[CONTINUE|monday 2-break4]]<</nobr>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla was set to be Valedictorian at her last school">><<set $mikayla.mem3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla is a lesbian">><<set $mikayla.mem4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/grace/gracemeet.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Grace is a virgin">><<set $grace.mem3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Grace has had an orgasm before">><<set $grace.mem4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa is very casual about sex">><<set $alyssa.mem3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa is nice to everyone">><<set $alyssa.mem4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee knows a lot about sex">><<set $kaylee.mem3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee is afraid of big dicks">><<set $kaylee.mem4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia wants to destroy The Patriarchy">><<set $olivia.mem3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia often argues with people">><<set $olivia.mem4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine is a practiced liar">><<set $jasmine.mem3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine is very angry all the time">><<set $jasmine.mem4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren is a virgin">><<set $lauren.mem3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren has never had an orgasm">><<set $lauren.mem4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia has a tight pussy">><<set $sophia.mem3=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia loves huge dicks">><<set $sophia.mem4=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <br> <br> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break4">><</link>> <</nobr>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=1>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="computer screen" class="left"> <</nobr>>You have some time now, so you can TEXT OR CALL PEOPLE USING THE CONTACTS BUTTON ON THE SIDEBAR. If you're done contacting people, you should <<link "get on with your day." "monday 2-break5">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/evalong1.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <br>Who is <span class="barbie">Дмитрий Мазурок?</span> One of the founding, first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Дмитрий Мазурок, any of you creepers curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Eva Long, doggy style, taking it up the ass. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, Дмитрий Мазурок!" <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/lenapaul.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <br>Who is <span class="barbie">LUKE MOFFORD?</span> One of the founding, first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Luke Mofford, any of you sleazy bastards curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Lena Paul, wet and slippery, getting dicked down in the tub. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, LUKE MOFFORD!" <</nobr>>

<<set $contacts=0>><<if $brianna.intro==1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/gym.jpg" alt="university athletics building" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday210.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday211.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide now would be a good time to get in a workout. You head to the athletics building and as you are about to enter, in your peripheral vision, you see a familiar woman heading into another entrance about 100 feet away. Was that...Brianna, the horny yogi? It's probably worth the extra 100 feet to find out, right? You hustle over and see her inside the lobby area, looking at something on her phone. When she sees you, she looks at you, seductively. You head over to talk to her. <<you "You look...familiar.">> you say, with a sly smile. She smiles back <<brianna "Brianna...yoga...ring any bells?">> she says. <<you "Oh yeah. The girl who tried to pull my pants down on the quad!">> She giggles and says, <<brianna "HEY it takes two to tango, you know! It's not like I just pounced on you. You were kind of a dick anyway.">> <<you "Yeah, but you liked it.">> you say. She thinks for a moment then smiles. <<brianna "Maybe.">> she says. <<brianna "So...I was just about to work out. I reserved one of the small rooms...um...number 4, I think. You want to join me?">> she asks. <<you "Sure. Saves me the trouble of reserving a room myself.">> you say. <<brianna "OK, well I need to use the restroom first, then I'll meet you in exercise room 4.">> With that, she heads towards the ladies room. Just before she does, though, she looks back at you and flashes you her ass. And what an ass it is. All that yoga has certainly paid off. You're getting super horny, just standing there in the gym lobby. You almost want to <<link "follow her in to the restroom and fuck her brains out." "monday 2-brianna1a">><</link>> But you could also just meet her in the exercise room. After all...private exercise room...you're pretty sure you could <<link "give her a good workout in there too." "monday 2-brianna1b">><</link>> <<elseif $brianna.intro==2>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="university fine arts building" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday214.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/clothingrack.jpg" alt="clothing rack" class="left"> <</nobr>>You head outside and go to check out the Fine Arts building next door. It's a smallish building, tucked away in amongst a grove of trees. There's a little parking lot next to it, partially shielded from view by the building itself. The building has a front entrance at the top of some steps, and you can see a smaller, side entrance as well. As you approach, you happen to see Brianna walking in the side door. You follow her in and down a hallway to a Photography Room. She's inside taking pictures of herself. You enter the room and she notices you and smiles warmly. <<you "So this is what you're up to, huh?">> you say. <<brianna "Yep! One of my hobbies.">> <<you "Yoga, photography, public indecency...you have a lot of hobbies!">> you say. She giggles. <<you "So just in here taking pictures huh? Are we even allowed in here?">> you ask. <<brianna "Probably not. But there's no one here, so it's not a big deal, right?">> she asks. <<you "I guess not.">> you reply. She looks really sexy taking all these pictures of herself. You almost want to <<link "ask her if maybe she could take some nudie pics using your phone...please?" "monday 2-brianna1d">><</link>> But you also notice some racks of clothing in the room, presumably for modeling shoots. You could <<link "tell her to model some clothes for you." "monday 2-brianna1c">><</link>> <<elseif $brianna.intro==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/gym.jpg" alt="gym" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2112.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide since you have some time to kill, you'll go for a little jog. Good thing you brought that change of clothes. You head out on the campus and run for about 25 minutes. It's good exercise and it makes you feel much better once you're done with it. You want to take a shower, so you find the Student Athletics Building and head inside. Just as you are about to head into the men's locker room to shower, you see someone familar heading into the women's locker room. It's the woman you saw doing yoga yesterday; the one who let you take creepshots of her. You kinda want to follow her into the locker room to creep on her some more. But that's gonna be risky...much riskier than taking a few photos of her in a public place. That said...no guts no glory. What do you do? <<link "Sneak into the women's locker room and try to creep on her." "monday 2-brianna1e">><</link>> <<link "Play it safe and leave her be." "monday 2-brianna1f">><</link>> <<elseif $brianna.intro==4>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/building.png" alt="building" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/restrooms.png" alt="restrooms sign" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/pee.webp" alt="peeing" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2114.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're wandering around the campus, just aimlessly exploring. You really have to pee. Must have been too much coffee this morning; that and maybe the anxiety about your first class. You figure you can hold it until you get back to the Psychology Building, but as you start to walk back towards it, you realize this may be more of an emergency than you thought. You spy a nearby building. You don't even know what building it is, but you know it's the building you're about to piss in. You start to quickly head that way. You rush in and see a sign pointing to restrooms. This one is going to be a fucking photo finish. You burst through the door of the restroom, kick open a stall, get your cock out just in time, and let loose like a fucking race horse. You feel like Tom Hanks in that baseball movie. Your stream seems to go on forever. It feels so good to empty your bladder and you moan loudly. <<you "OH GOD YEAH! AHHHHH! OHHHH!">> Once you've finally finished, you flush and head out of the stall to wash your hands. <<you "Oh FUCK ME that was good! Woo!">> you say, aimlessly. Suddenly, you look up towards the sink and see a woman standing there looking back at you. You recognize her. It's the woman who you saw doing yoga yesterday. You waved at her, and even though you felt kinda dorky, she smiled at you. But now you're both in the bathroom together... <<link "Talk to her and figure out what's going on." "monday 2-brianna1g">><</link>> <<link "JUST FUCKING RUN!" "monday 2-brianna1h">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg gymlobby>> <img src="images/monday2/gymreceptionist.jpg" alt="gym receptionist" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/overflowing.jpg" alt="toilet overflowing" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/gymreceptionist.jpg" alt="gym receptionist" class="left"> <</nobr>>You REALLY want to just follow Brianna into the women's restroom and fuck her brains out. From the little show she just gave you, you're pretty sure she'd like you to do that too. The building seems to be pretty empty too. The only problem is the receptionist. She's sitting at a desk right by the bathrooms and she'd definitely see you if you went into the women's room. You need to create a distraction...but how? You think for a minute, then you formulate a plan. You head into the men's bathroom and look to see if there's any one in there. Seeing that it's empty, you prepare to put your plan in motion. You're not proud of what you're about to do...but you're totally gonna do it anyway. You grab a huge wad of paper towels and throw them into one of the toilets. You open up the back tank of the toilet, and fuck around with the mechanisms inside so that the toilet will continuously flush once you push the lever. <<you "Well...here goes nothing.">> you say to yourself and flush. The water rises quickly and the toilet begins overflowing. You hurry out of the restroom to avoid the ever-worsening flood. You approach the receptionist; she's clearly a student. <<you "One of the toilets in there is clogged and it won't stop flushing! There's a flood in there!">> She leaps up and runs into the men's room to survey the scene. Now's your chance. <<link "You head into the women's room to look for Brianna." "monday 2-brianna1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg gym>> <img src="images/bg/gym.jpg" alt="gym" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/barbell.jpeg" alt="gym" class="left"> <</nobr>>You change your clothes in the locker room and then head down the hall to exercise room number 4. It's a little room with a few pieces of equipment and some yoga mats; perfectly sized for two people. Brianna isn't there yet. She's probably still in the bathroom. You take a look around at the equipment. There's a weight bench, and a barbell rack that pique your interest. Brianna will probably want to do yoga; that seems to be her workout of choice. You'd really like to give her a different workout (wink wink). From what happened between you two yesterday, and what just happened outside the bathroom in the lobby, you're sure she wants you to work her out too. This may actually be an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. You haven't had a good, intense workout in a few weeks. Your muscles are stiffer when you wake up these mornings, and you've noticed some added anxiety in the evenings. Now may be the time to burn off some of that extra energy. You're mindlessly lifting and playing with one of the dumbells when Brianna enters the room. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/monday2/handingphone.jpg" alt="handing over your phone" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday215.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday216.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You really want to spice things up with Brianna here, but you're a little nervous and not sure how she'd react. Then you think back to yesterday. She's a pretty horny girl. You give it a shot. <<you "So, Brianna...could you, maybe, take some...spicier pics. Maybe use my phone?">> You hold your phone out to her and hope for the best. She smiles at you, devilishly and snatches the phone out of your hand. <<brianna "You mean spicy like this?">> she asks, as she pulls up her shirt, revealing her cute, little tits. <<you "Yes, that's exactly what I was hoping for!">> you say with a huge smile. <<brianna "I bet you were, you horny little devil!">> She snaps a pic of herself in that pose. <<brianna "How about this one next?">> She pulls her shorts down, revealing a pair of lacy, black panties. She climbs up onto a table and kneels on it. It takes her a few moments to get the camera angle right, but eventually she takes a nice, clean, close-up shot of her perfect, round ass. Your cock is really starting to take an interest in what's going on in this room right now. Brianna seems to be getting pretty excited too. She's breathing heavily and giggling flirtatiously. You're literally about to whip your cock out and just put it to her when you both hear footsteps approaching. Brianna quickly pulls her pants back up and her shirt back down. She grabs you by the hand and you both hurry out of the room. As you are leaving, you can hear a voice asking, "Hello? Who's in here?" You're pretty sure you made it out just in time. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1d1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday217.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday219.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You want to make Brianna into your private model. After all, she seems to really like showing off her body, and you're happy to tell her exactly how you want her to do it. <<you "Brianna, put your phone away. You're going to be my private model. Up for a little dress up?">> you ask as you gesture to the clothing rack. She looks at you with excitement and arousal in her eyes and giggles. <<brianna "Oh that sounds naughty! I like it! Tell me how you want me!">> she says as <<nobr>><<link "''//she starts stripping off her clothes//''">><<set $brianna.note8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> and heading for the clothing rack. <<you "Find something over there that's reeaaal slutty!">> you say with a smile. <<brianna "Oh that I can definitely do!">> she says. Oh I'm sure you can, you think. You notice some backdrops and lighting setups. You pull one of the backdrops, a pastel pink one, down and turn the lights on. You look at the backdrop through your phone's camera while Brianna is changing clothes. It looks pretty damn professional if you say so yourself. These phones really have fucking amazing cameras nowadays. Brianna has selected a pretty slutty outfit, indeed. Tiny, tight, black jean shorts with whorish, fishnet stockings. A skimpy, red, cropped tank-top with the word "Devil" written on it. It's fucking naughty and you fucking love it. "Hey Penis! Wake the fuck up! You're on in a few minutes!" You snap a few pictures, telling Brianna exactly how she should pose and act. She eats it up, obediently following your every command and eye-fucking the camera whenever she can. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1c1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="fine arts building" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday217.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/briannacar.jpg" alt="briannas car" class="left"> <</nobr>>You and Brianna run all the way back out the side door of the building. Your heart is racing from the sexual energy and the adrenaline rush of nearly getting caught. <<you "Holy shit that was close!">> you exclaim. <<brianna "I know! I'm so excited right now! That was such a rush!">>she says. She's breathing heavily too. The looks she's giving you...you can tell she's really turned on too. <<brianna "I have to tell you something...">> she says. You're pretty sure you know what she's going to say. <<you "OK...">> <<brianna "The chance that we could get caught...it makes me SO FUCKING HORNY!">> <<you "Me too!">> you say. You like where this is going. She grabs your hand again. <<brianna "Come with me!">> she says. <<you "Where are we going?">> you ask. She giggles. <<brianna "We're going to see how many different positions we can get into in my car!">> FUCK. YES. WE. ARE! <<you "Lead the fucking way, Brianna!">> you say. She squeals with delight and you both <<link "run around to the back of the building where her car is parked." "monday 2-brianna1d2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/briannacar.jpg" alt="briannas car" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday211.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday212.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday213.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday214.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday215.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday216.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>The car is parked in the back of the building, hidden mostly from view. Anyone on the street won't be able to see what's going on, but if anyone happens to come back here, they'll totally catch the two of you. That's what makes it so fucking HOT! Her car is an SUV. As you approach the passenger door, She unlocks the car and nearly pushes you in. Only now do you realize the car must be a UK import, because the steering wheel is on this side. Looks like you're in the driver's seat. Brianna hops in the other door and you get your cock out. She starts sucking you off, slowly and sensually. With every stroke, she takes your entire cock down her throat and back out again. You adimire her body as she's doing her work. It truly is AMAZING. Your hand wanders down her back and into the waist band of her shorts. You can't wait to get them off her. As if reading your mind, she stops sucking your dick and smiles at you. <<brianna "Slide over here! I want to ride that dick, baby!">> she says as she starts to take off her shorts. You join her and try to get your pants off. It's pretty awkward with the two of you trying to move around and get undressed in the car, but you manage, and before long, she's bouncing up and down on your cock in the passenger seat, moaning and giggling with pleasure. You pound away at her tight, little pussy from beneath her. She uses all her athleticism and flexibility to bounce her ass rapidly within the tiny confines of the car. So far, she's been fucking you. But that's about to change. <<brianna "Now I want you to fuck me...FUCK ME FROM BEHIND!">> As she yells it, she slides off of you and shimmies her way into the back seat, head first, with her ass sticking out between the front two seats. It takes you a moment to get into the proper position, but once you do, you enter her from behind and start hammering away at her wet pussy. She throws her head back, screaming and moaning in ecstasy while you hold her by the chin and thrust deeper and deeper into her. <<brianna "Harder! Fuck me harder $you.fakefirstName!">> You try to fuck her harder, like she's asking, but it's hard to get leverage in the position you're in. She takes control and climbs back into the front. She pins you up against the passenger side door with her ass and starts slamming herself back into you with even more force. She holds on to the car's B-pillar so she can fuck you even harder. You're getting pretty close to cumming, and Brianna just continues hammering away at your cock. You tap her and say, <<you "Switch...I need to switch!">> She giggles and slides off your dick. <<brianna "Let's do it in the back seat next!">> she says, as she climbs back there. She sits down and spreads her legs wide. You slide in right in front of her and have just enough room between the front and back seats to get your shaft into her and start fucking. As you pump her pussy harder and harder, she looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes; smiling and biting her lip, moaning and taliking a stream of filth to you. <<brianna "Fuck $you.fakefirstName! Fuck my pussy baby! Fuck me harder! HARDER!">> The car is shaking from your powerful thrusts. You're pretty sure some people may have noticed what you're doing back here, but it's WAY too late for that now, so you might as well keep pounding Brianna's little pussy until you nut. Speaking of which...you feel it coming, so you try to pull out. As you do, you realize you don't have enough room to actually get out of her pussy. You start to panic, but it's already too late. You let loose a torrent of cum deep inside Brianna, grunting and moaning as you do. She screams <<brianna "OH GOD!! I CAN FEEL IT INSIDE ME!">> You continue to squeeze out the last few spurts, then she schooches back and lets you pull out. <<you "Shit I'm sorry! You're on the pill, right?">> you ask. <<nobr>><<link "''//She laughs and gives you a 'no shit, Sherlock,' look.//''">><<set $brianna.note7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<brianna "What do you think?">> <<set $brianna.second=4>><<set $brianna.call21=0>><<set $brianna.text21=0>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<briannaloveGain 1>> <<briannaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="admin building" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $brianna.second==1>>After your little fuck session, you and Brianna part ways. You both have shit to do today, and you're sure you'll be seeing each other again soon.<<elseif $brianna.second==2>>After your little fuck session, you and Brianna part ways. You both have shit to do today, and you're sure you'll be seeing each other again soon.<<elseif $brianna.second==3>>After your little fuck session, you and Brianna part ways. You both have shit to do today, and you're sure you'll be seeing each other again soon.<<elseif $brianna.second==4>>After your little fuck session, you and Brianna part ways. You both have shit to do today, and you're sure you'll be seeing each other again soon.<<elseif $brianna.second==5>>After all that excitement, you hope that you will see that woman again.<<elseif $brianna.second==7>>After that strange but fortunate encounter with Brianna, you really hope you'll get a chance to see her again. You'd like to get to know her better.<<else>><</if>> It's nearly lunch time, and you're feeling pretty hungry. Plus you have counseling hours all afternoon, and you'll need to eat before then. You <<link "head back towards the front of the campus where the Cafeteria and the Administration Building are." "chapter 1.1end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/building.png" alt="building" class="left"> <</nobr>>You walk back towards the front of campus. You pass a few buildings on the way. You're not sure what's inside them, and you don't really have time to explore. <<link "You press onward." "monday 2-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday217.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday218.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You think you've taken enough pictures of her with this particular outfit. Time to switch it up. This one was slutty, but what would Brianna look like in something professional. You've never seen her dressed up in something like that. <<you "Brianna, time for a little roleplay.">> you say. She smiles wide. <<you "I think I saw a red suit and skirt outfit over there. I want you to look very professional.">> you tell her. <<brianna "Yes, Sir!">> she replies, enthusiastically. That's the spirit, you think to yourself. As she's over by the clothing rack changing, you pull down another backdrop. This one is made to look like we're outdoors. You find a box marked "Props" on a table and take a look inside. You find, among other things, a fake microphone - the kind a news reporter would use. Sexy reporter? You can get behind that! Brianna steps in front of the backdrop and you hand her the prop mic. She giggles a little, but then puts on her best serious face. You start snapping pictures with your phone as Brianna cycles through poses. She really does look like a news reporter on location somewhere. You half expect some drunk teenager to photobomb and show his ass in the background or something. Just when you're both getting into the roleplay fantasy, you hear footsteps approaching. Brianna drops the microphone and looks at you in panic. There's no time to get her out of those clothes, or even turn off the lights and roll the backdrop back up. She grabs her clothes off the floor and you both run out the side door, just as someone enters from the main door. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1c2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/grove.jpeg" alt="trees" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2120.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2121.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2122.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2123.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2124.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You both run out the side door of the building, Brianna still in her reporter outfit. You both hide in a little grove of trees next to the building. There's a bench back here and the trees largely shield you from anyone's view. Your heart is racing from the adrenaline surge, and you can tell Brianna's is too. You definitely got the idea yesterday that she might be turned on by getting freaky in public. It looks like you were right; she's looking at you with very horny eyes, and already starting to take off her skirt. She starts to take off her jacket, and you grab it while her arms are still stuck in the sleeves. You use it to restrain her and pull her in for a rough kiss. Your tongues swirl around each other in your mouths. You grind your hard cock forcefully against her through your pants and she giggles with delight. Looks like she likes to play things a little rough. We'll see how rough we can get with her. She quickly strips off the rest of her clothes and so do you. You leave them in a pile on the dirty forest floor. She sits down on the bench, looking up at you and eagerly awaitng her coming violation. You stand in front of her with your rock hard dick in her face and she immediately starts to get to work, stroking your shaft with both hands and vigorously sucking the head with her gorgeous lips and dextrous tongue. She continues like this for a minute, then you decide it's time to see what she's really made of. You grab her head with both hands and, without even the slightest warning, you slam your entire cock all the way down her throat. She doesn't even flinch. She takes the entire thing and holds it in her throat while gagging and bouncing her hips up and down in delight. After a few seconds, you pull out and she immediately says, <<brianna "Oh $you.fakefirstName! I love it when you fuck my face!">> Well...better give her what she wants then. You slam your cock back in her throat and hold it there for several more seconds. When you allow her to breathe again, she gasps and smiles up at you with her tongue out. Time to give her a little reward, you think. You lie down on the bench and she climbs on top in 69 position. You're so focused on eating her pussy the best you can, you can't really tell what she's doing to your cock down at the other end. What ever it is, it feels GREAT! After a few minutes slobbering on each other's bits, she sits up, shimmies herself down to your cock and starts riding. She swirls her hips around before using all her athleticism to vigorously bounce up and down on top of you. She's starting to run low on energy, so you figure it's your turn to put the work in. You slide her off of you and lay her down of the bench with her legs spread wide. You climb over her and start pounding away at her soaking-wet pussy. She looks you right in the eyes. <<brianna "Break me, $you.fakefirstName! Break my fucking pussy!">> She's screaming so much filth at you that you quickly approach your climax. She senses whats happening and as you pull out, she quickly jumps down from the bench and gets on her knees just in time to catch your load all over her face and in her mouth. She sucks the last few drops out of your dick and smiles up at you. <<brianna "You wanna take a picture of me now, $you.fakefirstName?">> she asks. <<you "I do...but I think I left my phone in the studio.">> you say. You both laugh at that, then start to clean up and get dressed. <<you "See you around, Brianna.">> you say. She smiles at you with your cum still on her face.<<set $brianna.second=3>><<set $brianna.call21=0>><<set $brianna.text21=0>> <<brianna "Oh yeah you will!">> she says. <<brutalityGain 1>> <<briannacorruptionGain 1>> <<briannaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg restroom>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2110.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You enter the restroom and find it empty, except for Brianna. She's looking at you with lusty eyes. <<brianna "What took you so long? I've been waiting for you!">> she says. <<you "I had to distract the receptionist so she didn't see me come in here.">> you say. Brianna smiles at you. <<brianna "Good thinking!">> she says. <<you "Yeah, I thought so.">> you reply. <<brianna "So how long do we have?">> she asks. <<you "Oh I think she's going to be occupied for quite some time.">> you say with a smile. She's looking right at you, gently rubbing her hands on her body. <<brianna "You know...yesterday...when you grabbed me like that...I just wanted you to rip my clothes off and use me. I wanted you to treat me like a little fuck toy!">> <<you "Well then...you're really going to like what's about to happen next.">> you say, as you start taking off your clothes. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg restroom>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday217.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday218.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday219.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2110.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2111.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2112.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2113.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>She rips off her skirt and gets down on her knees in front of you. You don't waste any time. You grab her head with both hands and start savagely fucking her face with your thick, hard cock. She easily takes every thrust making little gulping noises every time the head of your dick bangs against the back of her throat. You keep facebashing her for a minute or so, then you pull your cock out to give her a little breather. She takes a deep breath then immediately starts jerking you off while licking and slobbering all over your dick. This girl is a FUCKING CHAMPION COCKSUCKER! She goes from jerking you with both hands and licking your knob one minute, to jerking you with one hand and sucking your balls the next. She licks, she teases, then she goes back to sucking. Sucking becomes deepthroating as she puts her hands behind her back. Deepthroating becomes facefucking as you hold her head and pound away. You pull your cock out to let her breathe, but she immediately lunges for it and gets it back in her mouth. This little whore can't get enough! <<you "Don't stop you little whore!">> you bark at her. <<nobr>><<link "''//She seems to get even more turned on by you demeaning her.//''">><<set $brianna.note5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You pull her up on to her feet and throw her over the counter. She throws one leg up and you plow into her pussy from behind. <<brianna "Use me, $you.fakefirstName! Use me like your little fucktoy!">> she screams. <<you "You like that, whore? You like getting fucked in this dirty bathroom, filthy cum whore?">> <<brianna "OH GOD YES!!! Make me your cum whore $you.fakefirstName!">> You flip her over so she can look at you while you destroy her pussy. She moans and smiles up at you while you jackhammer your cock into her wet, sloppy cunt. <<you "You like that cock, you fucking pig?">> <<brianna "OH GOD!! FUCK ME!!">> <<you "You like it? You like it you dirty little animal?!">> <<brianna "I'm a dirty fucking pig! Fuck my pussy harder $you.fakefirstName!">> You grab her face and stick your thumb in her mouth. She sucks on it, eagerly. You wrap your hand around her neck and you can see the excitement in her eyes as you start to choke her. But you've had enough fun out here for now. You drag her by the hair off the counter and into the disabled stall. <<you "Show me what all that yoga's been for, fucktoy!">> you yell. She balances on one leg and extends the other one behind her like a ballerina. You grab her roughly and hammer away in this position. To her credit, the yoga has been paying off. She effortlessly holds this difficult position while you ravage her pussy from behind. The sound of your cock slamming her wet gash echoes off the tile walls. <<you "Whose whore are you?!">> you ask. <<brianna "$you.fakefirstName's whore! I'm $you.fakefirstName's dirty, filthy whore!">> You grab her raised leg and plant it back on the ground. Then you lift up her other leg and put it up on the toilet seat. You push her head down towards the toilet bowl, grab her hips, and start wrecking her pussy from behind. <<brianna "YEEESSS!!! FUCK MY PUSSY!! FUCK MY LITTLE, WHORE PUSSY IN THIS FILTHY TOILET STALL!! USE ME LIKE THE WORTHLESS FUCKING WHORE I AM!!">> <<you "TAKE THAT DICK YOU FUCKING WHORE!! THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GOOD FOR YOU DIRTY CUM WHORE!!">> <<brianna "YESS!! I'M A DIRTY CUM WHORE!! I'M <<print $you.fakefirstName.toUpperCase()>>'S FILTHY LITTLE CUM WHORE!!">> All this extreme dirty talk has you about to cum. You pound away for a few more strokes then pull out and throw your little fucktoy down on the dirty bathroom floor. She gets on her knees, with her hands behind her back, like a good, obedient, little pig. <<brianna "CUM FOR ME, <<print $you.fakefirstName.toUpperCase()>>. CUM ALL OVER MY FACE!! MAKE ME YOUR LITTLE CUM DUMPSTER!!">> You jerk it a few more times, then unload spurt after spurt of cum all over her face. You're just about finished getting the last few drops out when she lunges upward and takes your dick in her mouth. She sucks the last bit of cum out of your cock then sticks out her tongue and giggles. <<brianna "Did I do a good job?">> she asks. <<you "You did very good, little cum whore.">> you reply. She smiles proudly. You get dressed, leaving her kneeling in the filthy bathroom stall with your cum all over her face, and sneak back out of the women's room.<<set $brianna.second=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<briannacorruptionGain 1>> <<briannaloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg lockerroom>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2111.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2113.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/cum.gif" alt="dick cumming" class="left"> <</nobr>>You sneak into the locker room, making sure no one sees you enter, It seems empty, but when you peek into the showers, you see the woman looking right at you. She's standing in a shower stall, wearing only a towel. So this is how it's going to end, you think to yourself. She's gonna scream, then everyone is gonna hear it. An army of security guards will rush in here and knock you unconscious. You'll wake up, hours later, in some jail. They'll figure out who you really are and you'll be sent back to the city. You'll be hunted down and executed on some dusty back road, your body left as carrion for scavenging animals. To your complete and utter surprise, she does not scream. She instead drops her towel, and starts showering, all the while looking you right in the eyes. Your cock springs to attention. This is a very unexpected but fortunate turn of events. If this chick is letting you just watch her shower, you might as well get off. After all...no guts no glory. You get your cock out and start jerking off in front of her. She keeps looking you right in the eyes while you do it. The water from the shower hose rains down on her hard body. You imagine how warm and slippery she is right now. You keep jerking ever more furiously. She can tell you're starting to get close, and you can tell that she's getting turned on by the whole situation. She bites her lip and starts nodding at you, encouraging you to cum. She lowers the shower hose so it's spraying right onto her clit. She winces with pleasure as the water stimulates her sex. You reach your climax and shoot a few spurts out onto the floor. She smiles at you then turns away and continues showering like nothing happened. You think about how crazy it was you were just jerking off like 10 feet away from her while she showered and watched you. Then, as the blood starts flowing back into your brain, you remember that you are in the women's locker room, with your cock out. You put it away and quickly sneak back out.<<set $brianna.second=5>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $brianna.second=6>> <<bg lockerroom>> <img src="images/monday2/shower.jpg" alt="shower" class="left"> <</nobr>>As much as you would like to get a look at that woman naked, you think about the possible consequences that come with that decision. If she catches you, and you end up in jail for being a filthy little pervert...you will most certainly end up dead. No guts no glory is all good when the stakes are not this high, but you think this time...better safe than sorry. You head to the men's locker room and shower. Feeling clean and refreshed, you head out of the building to <<link "continue your day." "monday 2-breakend">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg gym>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday213.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday212.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>She looks at you and you immediately pretend to have been lifting. <<you "998...999...ONE THOUSAND!">> you grunt. You drop the dumbell back on its rack and pretend to catch your breath. <<you "Phew! Good warm up!">> you say. Brianna giggles at your tomfoolery. <<brianna "Nice one, stud!">> she says. <<you "Yeah. It takes a lot of work, but it's worth it!">> you say. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless. <<brianna "Oh, of course! You gotta feel that burn!">> <<you "Well, it's not really that hard...for guys like me, of course.">> <<brianna "And what kind of guy are you, $you.fakefirstName?">> she asks. You think for a moment. There could be an opportunity here. <<you "I don't know, Brianna. What kind of guy am I?">> you ask. She picks up a pair of small, running weights and turns so you can see her perfect ass through her yoga pants. She looks back over her shoulder at you. <<brianna "I guess I'll have to find out. Are you gonna show me?">> she asks. OK, you think...she wants it. But it might be fun to tease her a bit, make her wait for it. <<you "Oh Brianna...I would love to, but I'm worried you might not be able to keep up. Yoga is one thing, but my workouts are a bit more intense.">> <<brianna "You don't think I could handle them?">> she asks. <<you "How about you start with a little yoga...just to loosen up a bit. I'll watch your form and then decide whether I think you're ready for the real workout.">> She raises an eyebrow at you and says, <<brianna "Challenge accepted!">> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1b2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg gym>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2114.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Brianna gets down on one of the yoga mats and starts doing some simple but very tantilizing positions. She's on all fours with her ass in the air, she's on her knees with her head thrown back, she's...she's...she's really making your dick hard. OK, you decide, she's ready for the real workout, you think. <<you "You know what High Intensity Interval Training is?">> you ask. She looks up at you and smiles. You lock the door. <<linkreplace "Now it's fucking on!">><<nobr>><div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2115.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2116.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div><</nobr>> You quickly strip out of your gym clothes and start stroking your hard cock. Brianna pants and giggles with glee as she sits down on the weight bench to prepare for the workout. <<you "OK, Brianna. I want non-stop intensity! We gotta keep our heart rates up!">> you tell her. She smiles wide and nods enthusiastically. You grab her head with both hands and start working out her throat. You encourage her as you do it. <<you "That's it, Brianna! Good job!">> you say. You thrust a few more times then pull out to give her some air. She takes a few huge, gasping breaths and you ask, <<you "You ready for a second set?">> She smiles and nods. <<brianna "Yes please!">> she eagerly replies. You slam your cock back into her mouth and continue facefucking her. She takes you with no struggle. <<you "OK! NEXT POSITION!">> you yell. Brianna complies and hangs from the barbell rack. You tear open her yoga pants and get a big whiff of her musky pussy. You pound away at her as she moans. She seems to already be nearing her orgasm, so you catch her by surprise, pull out, and roughly finger her G-spot, bringing her to a squirting climax. She struggles to recover, but there's little time. <<you "Gotta keep up the intensity!">> You say as you guide her back down to the floor and fuck her face for a few more thrusts. She's struggling to keep up, but you gotta keep the pressure on, so you flip her over and get her on all fours on the weight bench and prepare for the next set. <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2117.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> You piston your cock in and out of her wet pussy while she moans and screams. You give her encouragement. <<you "That's it, Brianna! Keep it up! 10 more seconds!">> you cheer. Just when she's about had enough, you pull out and finger her G-spot again, even more intensely than before. She cums for the second time this workout. There's no time for her to rest as you, again, plow into her slobbering cunt, getting one leg up on the rack so you can get a better angle to fuck her senseless. You can't see her face from this position, but you can guess the expression on it from the sounds of ecstasy that are coming out of her. <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2118.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <<you "NEXT POSITION!">> you yell. You pull out and spin her around on the bench, then you pull her hips up so she's upside-down. You put your leg back up on the rack and start jackhammering her pussy. <<brianna "OH GOD!! Yes!! Fuck me, $you.fakefirstName! Work me out!">> she yells. Her toes curl as you decimate her gash. You can hear her juices sloshing around. The sound echoes off of the walls. She was struggling there for a moment, <<nobr>><<link "''//but now she's really in the zone.//''">><<set $brianna.note6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "ALRIGHT BRIANNA! LAST POSTITION! YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!">> you yell. <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/brianna/briannamonday2119.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> You quickly pull out and she slides herself off of the bench and down onto the floor. She squats in front fo you, and tilts her head up towards you. You can see her beautiful, chocolate ass sticking out of the huge hole in her yoga pants. You furiously stroke your cock over her pretty face, then unload a massive rush of cum onto it as she giggles. As you are finishing, you put your cock in her mouth and she dutifully sucks the last few drops out. You both collapse to the floor, completely spent. You take a few moments to catch your breath, then you both get dressed and head to your respective locker rooms for a nice shower. The exercise room is covered with various fluids, and smells strongly of sex. You feel a little bad for the person who has to use it next...but not too bad. <<set $brianna.second=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<briannaloveGain 1>> <<briannaloyaltyGain 1>> [[CONTINUE|monday 2-breakend]] <</linkreplace>>

<<nobr>> <<bg restroom>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2116.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday210.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/washinghands.jpg" alt="washing hands" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2114.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2115.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You look at her and she looks right back at you. As surprised as you are to see her in here, she was probably just as surprised to hear you do all...that. <<you "I think one of us is in the wrong place.">> you say. <<brianna "And who do you think that is?">> she asks. You were in such a rush coming in that you didn't look around at all, but you have a chance now. You look around the bathroom and you don't see any urinals. You do see a tampon machine on the wall though. FUCK. <<you "OK...so let me start by apologizing...">> you say. She laughs a little. You're glad she can laugh about this awkward situation. <<brianna "Boy, that was some good peeing">> she says with a smile. Guess she's seen that movie too. You chuckle, though you're super embarrassed. <<you "Do you think I could just wash my hands and then we never see each other again?">> you ask. She giggles. <<brianna "Sure thing. But I gotta break it to you...we're probably gonna see each other a lot.">> she says as you start washing. <<you "Let me guess...you teach here too?">> <<brianna "Yeah...yeah I do. And you?">> <<you "Yes. Today is my first day, actually.">> She laughs again. Even in this awkward situation, you notice just how beautiful this woman is when she laughs. You think for a moment; she could have just left, but she stayed in here to talk to you while you washed your hands. Maybe she does like you? You finish up and dry off. You toss the paper towel in the trash. <<brianna "Hey do you remember me from yesterday?">> she asks. <<you "Yeah, of course I do. You were doing yoga out on the quad.">> you reply. She smiles at you. You think things are heading in the right direction, so...<<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> you say as you extend your hand. She shakes it. <<brianna "Brianna Benson. Nice to meet you.">> she says. You both smile, and stand there awkwardly. After a few moments, she says, <<brianna "Well I'm gonna go.">> <<you "Yeah, me too.">> you say. Then you realize it will look bad if anyone sees you both leave at the same time. Actually, it will look bad if anyone sees you leave the women's restroom at all. <<you "Hey, umm...can you leave first and check if the coast is clear?">> you ask. She smiles and winks at you, then heads out the door. After a second or two she pokes her head back in. <<brianna "You're good.">> she says. You head out the door and into the lobby just in time to see her leaving the building. You follow her out and as she's walking away, <<nobr>><<link "''//she looks back at you and smiles.//''">><<set $brianna.note9=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Brianna Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You know her name now, and you peed in front of her. So that's progress, I guess.<<set $brianna.second=7>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<briannaloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg restroom>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2116.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>She stares at you with a surprised look on her face. You are mortified. You're afraid she might scream and people will think you're a pervert. You panic and bolt out of the bathroom. As you exit the building you can hear her laughing behind you. <<brianna "You didn't even wash your hands!">> she yells. Great. Now not only will everyone think you're a pervert, but you're a pervert who doesn't wash his hands. <<set $brianna.second=8>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="screen" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're still in your office and still have time to kill. <<nobr>><<if $brianna.call21==1 and $brianna.text21==0>>Do you want to <<link "go see Brianna in the photography room?" "monday 2-brianna1">><</link>><<elseif $brianna.text21==1 and $brianna.call21==0>>Do you want to <<link "go see Brianna in the photography room?" "monday 2-brianna1">><</link>><<else>><</if>><</nobr>> You should probably <<link "explore the campus a little." "monday 2-brianna1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<set $bellinda={ lust: 1, trust: 1, obedience: 0, met: false, age: 18, counsel: 0, c1: 0, c2: 0, c3: 0, }>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="admin building" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $katie.intro==4>>As you walk back towards the Administration Building, you remember that Katie, the woman you met in the laundry room last evening, invited you to have lunch with her. She said to meet here in the break room and she'd show you around campus. Sound's like you've got a little date! Go You! You wander through the confusing hallways of the Admin Building for a few minutes before you eventually stumble upon what you think is the break room. <<link "You head inside to see if Katie is there." "monday 2-katie2">><</link>><<else>>As you walk back towards the front of the campus, you spy the now familiar Administration Building, towering over the campus entrance like a magnificent, red-brick boner. Still makes you chuckle a little. You spot a sign pointing to the cafeteria, and since you don't really know where else you could get some lunch on campus...<<link "you head that direction." "monday 2-lunch1">><</link>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/bg/breakroom.jpg" alt="teacher break room" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday221.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>The breakroom is much smaller and, frankly, much shittier than you expected. For some reason, you were picturing dark, mahogany-wood paneling; big, leather armchairs; people smoking cigars and sipping brandy. Nope...just some cheap, plastic chairs; chipped Formica counter tops; and harsh, flourescent lights. This is not where you would chose to have a "date" with Katie. Speaking of...she's not here! You take a quick look around just to make sure, but still don't see her. You decide to just wait to see if she shows up. You grab a coffee cup and help yourself to some of the coffee from one of the (you're assuming) communal coffee pots. You take a sip and are amazed at how absolutely godawful the coffee is. What did you expect? It's cheap coffee that's been warming on a hotplate for hours. GROSS. You pour the rest down the sink. You're considering whether to pour out the whole pot and make a new one, just as a public service to any other coffee-drinking faculty members, when you hear a familiar voice from behind you. <<katie "You didn't drink that swill, did you?">> she asks. You turn around to see Katie smiling at you. <<you "Unfortunately yes...some of it got in my mouth.">> you say. She giggles at that and replies. <<katie "Harrington Rule Number One: Don't drink the coffee.">> <<you "I don't think this even IS coffee.">> you say. She laughs again. <<katie "So you want me to show you where to get, not only the best coffee, but also the best Mexican food in this town?">> she asks. <<you "OH DEAR GOD YES!">> you reply, enthusiastically. <<katie "Follow me!">> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-katie21">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg cafeteria>> <img src="images/monday2/cafeteria.jpg" alt="cafeteria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're wandering past the Cafeteria when you notice all the girls sitting in the outdoor tables are acting strange. Some of them are looking at you and smiling. Others are looking at you and whispering to each other. You could swear you heard someone say the words, "Sex Teacher." Well, you think to yourself...it was bound to happen eventually. You just didn't think you'd be labeled The Sex Teacher so quickly. Small town, small school...I guess word travels fast. <<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleemonday221.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssamonday221.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whispering" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleemonday222.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><</nobr>>You hear a familiar voice call out to you. <<kaylee "Hi, Professor $you.fakelastName!">> You turn and see a smiling Kaylee in a bikini. She shoots you a flirty look. You see she's sitting with Alyssa, who is also wearing a bikini. <<you "Miss West, Miss Stevens. Good to see you both.">> you say, professionally. <<you "What's with the wardrobe change?">> you ask. <<alyssa "We don't have afternoon class so we're gonna lie out and get some sun.">> Alyssa says as they both get up from their table. <<you "That sounds like a good plan.">> you say, preparing to leave. Kaylee catches you. <<kaylee "You should come with us, Professor! You look like you could use a little Vitamin D!">> she says. You start thinking about the connotations of "Vitamin D." There are a few dirty jokes you could make right now, but they would be WILDLY inappropriate. Since all the girls sitting out here seem to be gossiping about the new Sex Teacher...it's probably best to keep things above board here. <<alyssa "Yeah, Professor! Don't you want to get to know your students better?">> she says with a devilish smile. OK, you think...these girls are trying to fuck with me. <<you "Alyssa. I think you and Kaylee are trying to get me in trouble.">> you say. They both blush and smile. Kaylee puts on the innocent, little girl act. <<kaylee "What do you mean, Professor? We're just being friendly!">> she says. <<alyssa "Yeah, Professor. We're just trying to make you feel welcome.">> Alyssa says. Kaylee leans in and whispers in your ear. <<kaylee "Don't you want us to make you feel welcome?">> OH FUCK! This job is going to be the death of me. <<you "I appreciate the gesture, girls. But I've got too much going on this afternoon.">> you say. Kaylee pouts and Alyssa shrugs. They both slide out of the seating area and squeeze past you. Even though there's plenty of space, they each make it a point to rub their asses on your crotch as they slide past you. <<alyssa "We'll be thinking about you, Professor!">> Alyssa says as she grinds her ass on your groin. Kaylee then slides past you and really gives your cock a good rub with her ass. <<kaylee "I bet you'll be thinking about us too.">> she says. She's not wrong. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-lunchend">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>> <img src="images/grace/gracehappy.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenlunch.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whispering" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracelunch.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenlunch1.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>You hear a familiar voice call out to you. <<grace "Hi Prof...I mean, hi $you.fakefirstName!">> You turn around to see Grace and Lauren eating lunch at one of the outdoor tables. Lauren waves at you, timidly. <<you "Hi girls! How's it going?">> you ask. They both smile at you. <<grace "It's going great!">> Grace says, with a big smile. Lauren's smile widens. Seems like these two are happy to finally have a friend. You're happy to see that Grace isn't eating alone. <<grace "I just wanted to say that I really liked your class today.">> she says. Lauren nods. <<lauren "I did too. I was a little scared at first. It's not easy for me to talk about some of that stuff.">> she says. <<grace "Me either.">> Grace says. You smile at them. You're genuinely happy that you seem to have helped them. <<you "Well, I think both of you did an excellent job in class today. You were both very brave to speak up the way you did.">> you say. The girls both blush and giggle. Then Lauren asks, <<lauren "You want to have lunch with us?">> <<if $katie.intro==4>> <<you "You know what, Lauren, I actually just ate.">> you say. They look a little disappointed. <<you "But I'll see both of you again, I mean...we have class everyday. And you both know you can come to my office in the afternoons if you want any counseling.">> you say. Grace's smile beams at you, and even Lauren looks happy.<<else>> <<you "I was just going to grab something quick to-go. I'm a little short on time.">> you say. They look a little disappointed. <<you "But...I'll see both of you again, I mean...we have class everyday. And you both know you can come to my office in the afternoons if you want any counseling.">> They both smile at you.<</if>> <<grace "That's awesome! What do you do in counseling?">> Grace asks. Lauren looks interested as well. <<you "Well, it's just a place where you can talk about anything with me. If there's some question you have or a problem you don't know how to approach, or if there's something private that you want to talk about and you don't feel comfortable bringing it up in class...you can bring that to my office and we can discuss it.">> you say. Grace looks around, nervously, to make sure no one can hear her. Then she leans in and whispers in your ear. <<grace "Can we talk about...sex...stuff?">> she asks. This cute, innocent, church mouse whispering in your ear about sex...stuff, is making you feel a little uncomfortable, but a LOT horny. You try to remain professional. <<you "Absolutely. That's what I'm here for.">> you say. Grace giggles. Lauren smiles, even though she's not sure what's going on. <<you "Well, girls...I have to be going.">> They both smile and wave goodbye. You depart, and as you're walking away you can hear them loud-whispering, squealing and giggling together. You're pretty sure they're talking about you. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-lunchend">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/ahmed.jpg" alt="ahmed" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday222.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/ahmed.jpg" alt="ahmed" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/chairs.jpg" alt="chairs" class="left"> <</nobr>>You follow Katie out of the building and to a little, blue food truck parked on the edge of campus. An older man with a dirty, red apron and a Hawaiian shirt is cleaning up the area in front of the truck. He sees you and Katie approaching and smiles warmly at her. <<katie "Hi, Ahmed!">> Katie says with a smile. Ahmed replies in Arabic-accented English. <<ahmed "AHHH! Beautiful Katie! I am so happy you visit today!">> he says. He gives her a kiss on each cheek. She smiles. <<ahmed "And you have friend too?">> he asks, pointing to you. <<katie "Yes! This is my new friend, $you.fakefirstName. $you.fakefirstName, this is Ahmed. He's the best cook on the entire island!">> she says. Ahmed laughs out loud; a booming, belly laugh that startles you a little. He reaches out and shakes your hand, patting you on the back as he does. He has callused, strong hands; the kind of hands one gets from a lifetime of manual labor. <<ahmed "You are being too nice. I cook for you, my love! You are...are...making me good? I don't know how to say it...">> <<you "She's your inspiration; your muse.">> you say. He laughs and slaps you on the back again. <<ahmed "YES, you are inspiration! I don't know what muse means. What is muse?">> he asks. <<you "It's someone, often a beautiful woman, who inspires and artist.">> you say. Katie seems to blush a little when you say "beautiful." <<ahmed "YES I understand! Katie is beautiful muse!">> he bellows. Katie blushes even more and giggles a little. <<katie "You two are embarrasing me!">> she says. <<ahmed "I am sorry! You tell me what you want to eat today. You want the tacos again?">> he asks. She smiles and nods at him. You're surprised and a little confused. You figured the person making the best Mexican food in town would be Mexican. But you suppose that doesn't have to be the case. Ahmed seems to notice and says, <<ahmed "I know you are thinking...why is Egyptian making tacos, right?">> You smile and nod. He laughs again loudly. <<ahmed "I make the food that the people want! I make Mexican, I make Chinese, I make Italian, I make Greek...I make everything!">> <<katie "He does, and it's all the best on the island!">> she says. <<you "Could you make me Egyptian food?">> you ask. His smile is wider now than ever. He seems really happy you asked him to make you his native cuisine. <<ahmed "For you, friend of Katie, I make the best Ta'ameya you ever taste!">> he says. You're not sure what that is, but you want to try it. <<you "Sounds good! Thanks, Ahmed.">> you say <<ahmed "Thank YOU, $you.fakefirstName. Will be ready in a few minutes. You sit.">> he says, gesturing to a few chairs and tables in front of the truck. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-katie22">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>><<set $lesson1=2>> <img src="images/monday2/tacos.jpg" alt="tacos" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/taameya.webp" alt="ta'ameya" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday223.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/napkinwipe.jpg" alt="a napkin wiping a face" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/foodface.jpg" alt="food on your face" class="left"> <</nobr>>You and Katie sit down and wait for your food. You pass the time with a little chit chat; about the town, about how each of your classes are going, and the like. After a few minutes, Ahmed arrives at your table and places your food down in front of each of you on disposable plates. For Katie, a plate of absoultely delicious and authentic-looking tacos. <<katie "Thank you, Ahmed. This looks wonderful!">> she says. He smiles at her. For you, he's made something that looks like falafel, and smells like falafel. You're hoping it tastes like falafel too, because you fucking love falafel. <<you "Thank you, Ahmed. This looks great!">> you say. He laughs heartily and slaps you on the back again. <<ahmed "I think you really will like it!">> he replies. You and Katie dive into your food as Ahmed leaves to go clean up a little more. The food is incredibly good. So good, in fact, that the two of you eat in silence, only able to focus on how fucking good the food is. After a while though, as you start to slow down on the eating, Katie speaks up. <<katie "You've got a little sauce on you.">> she says, pointing to your face. You take a napkin and try to wipe it off. <<you "Did I get it?">> you ask. <<katie "No, it's on the left side.">> she says. You wipe the left side of your mouth. <<you "Now?">> you ask. <<katie "No, not your left, my left.">> she says. She's smiling at you as you wipe the other side of your mouth. <<you "Good?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<katie "Let me get it.">> she says. She then takes a napkin, very obviously dips it in your little dish of sauce and then smears it down the side of your mouth, giggling while she does it. She's a little prankster. This was all just a setup for her to play a little joke on you. How are you going to react? <<link "You play along with the joke and make fun of yourself." "monday 2-katie22a">><</link>> <<link "You smear some sauce on her face to even the score." "monday 2-katie22b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday223.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/napkinwipe.jpg" alt="a napkin wiping a face" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/foodface.jpg" alt="food on your face" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/coffeetogo.jpg" alt="coffee to go" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday225.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday224.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>She really got you here. Your delicious lunch is smeared all over your mouth. Katie sits across from you with a satisfied little smile on her face. You figure since you already have food all over you, you might as well ham it up a little and try to get her to laugh some more. After all, funny and charming seem to work pretty well for you. And Katie is really pretty when she laughs. You take a napkin and smear some of the sauce from the side of your mouth onto your cheek. <<you "Did I get it?">> you ask, facetiously. She laughs. <<katie "Still a little there.">> she says. You take the napkin and smear some on your other cheek. <<you "What about now?">> you ask with a smile. Katie's laughing even harder now. You smear some on your forehead. You look like a baby who's just learning where his mouth is. <<you "OK, now?">> you ask. Katie is laughing almost uncontrollably now, her eyes closed and head down in her hands. You glance past her and notice Ahmed is watching you and smiling as well. <<you "I'm sure I got it now. You wouldn't let me go around campus all day with shit all over my face, would you?">> <<katie "Oh my god stop! You're killing me.">> she says, still laughing. She gets up and walks over to Ahmed. You see the two of them laughing together, and they exchange a brief, few words. He reaches inside the food truck window and pulls out a towel. Katie pours a little water on it from the food truck's water cooler, then heads back over to you. She stands you up and uses the towel to carefully clean up your face. You both gather up your trash and head to throw it away in the bin in front of the food truck. Ahmed, without you even asking, has prepared two coffees for you two. He slides them through the window to you and you both take sips. It is perhaps the BEST coffee you have ever had. You're thinking you will probably be seeing a lot more of Ahmed. After a few moments, Katie smiles at you and says, <<katie "Well...I have a class I need to get to. You think you can find your way without me?">> <<you "Yeah, I'll be fine.">> you say, with a shy smile. She smiles back. Just as she's about to leave, she looks at you. <<katie "You've still got a little something on your lip.">> she says. Before you can figure out if she's joking or not, she says, <<katie "Here...let me get it.">> She then leans in and plants a long, soft and sensual kiss right on your lips. You're momentarily stunned as she separates her mouth from yours. She gives you that cute smile again. <<katie "I had a lot of fun.">> she says. <<katie "I'm sure we'll see each other around, right?">> she asks. You just smile at her dumbly. <<you "Right.">> you manage to say. She smiles one last time and heads off. You watch her go for a few moments, then you look back at Ahmed. He gives you a big smile and a thumbs up. <<you "Right.">> you say...to yourself. <<set $katie.second=8>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<katieloveGain 1>> <<katieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-lunch1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday224.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday226.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday223.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday227.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/coffeetogo1.jpeg" alt="single coffee to go" class="left"> <</nobr>>Katie sits across from you, smiling deviously. OK, you think...time to play! You take a napkin, and while maintaining eye contact with her, you wipe your face, then dip the already messy napkin into the sauce. <<you "Hey I think you have something on your face too.">> you say. She stops smiling and looks a little worried. <<katie "No I don't,">> she says. <<you "Oh, I think you do.">> you reply as you stand up. She stands up too. <<katie "No, no NO NO!!">> she squeals and giggles as you chase her around the tables. You manage to corner her and grab her, rubbing the napkin all over her face while she tries to stop you. She was laughing at first, but you can see from the look on her face now that you may have taken this too far. <<katie "Real nice,">> she says, with a little annoyed look on her face. <<you "You started it.">> you calmly reply. She snorts out a little laugh. Maybe you didn't fuck up too bad. You both head over to the food truck where Ahmed is. He gives Katie a strange look when he sees her face. She rolls her eyes. He hands her a damp towel and she uses it to wipe her face. When she's done, she throws it at you and it hits you in the face. She giggles at you with the dirty, wet towel covering your face. You slowly pull it away revealing behind it your overly-dramatic, annoyed expression. She sees it and giggles. <<katie "You're a bad boy, you know that?">> she asks. <<you "You like bad boys?">> you ask back. She thinks for a moment, then just giggles at you. <<katie "See you around, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says, and walks away. You watch her leave. She looks back over her shoulder at you, just once then keeps walking. You look over at Ahmed who has been watching you the whole time. He shrugs and gives you a sort of "eh, what can you do?" kinda look. <<you "Women...am I right, Ahmed?">> you say. He lets out a big belly laugh. <<you "Hey, you don't happen to sell coffee, do you?">> <<ahmed "The best coffee you ever taste!">> he proudly exclaims. Well, you think to yourself...at least there's coffee. <<set $katie.second=7>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<katiecorruptionGain 1>> <<katieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-lunch1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/kiranoir.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <br>Who is <span class="barbie">KENDERGOBLIN?</span> One of the founding first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Kendergoblin, any of you sleazy bastards curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Kira Noir, getting ass fucked and fingered, reverse cowgirl. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, KENDERGOBLIN! <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/intro/apartmentext.jpg" alt="apartment exterior" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/doornote.jpg" alt="note on a door" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/changeclothes.jpg" alt="changing clothes" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/yelling.webp" alt="singing loud" class="left"> <</nobr>>As the campus shuttle bus drops you off at your apartment complex, you think back on everything that has happened here on the island in the short time you've been here. You wonder what may have happened if you made different choices. How differently could things have turned out. If you had the opportunity to go back and relive your story...would you do it? It would be nice to have the option, at least. You walk slowly towards your apartment, enjoying the evening air. From afar, you notice a young woman leaving a note on your door. Before you can get her attention, she slips back into her apartment next door. That was Kristen, the girl with the kitchen disaster whom you made dinner for. You reach your apartment and see she's left your dishes on the stoop. The note reads: <<kristen "Tried to catch you at home, but you're not there. Wanted to say thank you in-person. Stop by my place tonight? XOXO Kristen">> You gather up the dishes and take the note off the door. You head inside and change into some more casual clothes. You're starting to get a little hungry, but you figure you should see how things went with her last night. Then, from the other side of the wall, you hear music playing. It's some girl-pop anthem type song. The muffling effect of the wall is enough so that you cannot distinguish which one it is. You can hear Kristen singing along with it. As the song reaches the hook, you recognize the melody and can identify the song. Well...not really. You still don't know the name of it...but you've heard it many times, and you can sing the hook. You get an idea. The next time the chorus plays, you take a deep breath and sing along at the top of your lungs. About halfway through the hook, the music stops from the other side of the wall. The only sound is you belting out the hook, off-key, and really loud. You get to the end of the chorus and stop singing. Then, from the other side of the wall, you hear a muffled but intelligible voice. <<kristen "These walls really are thin, huh?">> <<you "Yeah they really are.">> you say. You can hear her laugh. <<kristen "Well...you want to come over? Or are we just going to yell at each other through the walls all night?">> <<link "I'll be right over!" "monday 2-kristen23a">><</link>> <<link "No. If you want to thank me, you come over here!" "monday 2-kristen23b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday137.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday138.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday236.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday235.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristenmonday231.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday235.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cacciatore.jpg" alt="chicken cacciatore" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/onlyyou.gif" alt="only you movie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You hustle over to her place and knock on the door. She opens it and immediately gives you a big hug. You enjoy her warm embrace for a moment, then she pulls you into her apartment and closes the door behind you. <<you "I guess it went well then?">> you ask. <<kristen "It went PERFECTLY! The food was great, my parents didn't even know anything had gone wrong! I still have some leftovers too.">> she exclaims. <<you "That's great! I'm glad they enjoyed it.">> you say. <<kristen "Well, I wouldn't say they enjoyed it. They don't ever enjoy anything I do, so it seems. But they didn't shit on me about it, so that's a win, I think.">> she says. You're very curious about Kristen's relationship with her parents. <<you "Seems like you got the best possible outcome for this situation, I guess. Not to pry too much, but what's the deal with you and your parents?">> you ask. She immediately recoils, and you can tell she's not ready to talk about it. You quickly try to reassure her. <<you "I'm sorry. That was a little too forward. It's just that I'm the head psychological counselor at Harrington. I get carried away sometimes. I shouldn't have asked such a personal question, when we don't really know each other that well.">> you say. She thinks for a moment. <<kristen "No, I'm the one who brought it up, yesterday and today. Maybe it's a cry for help and I really do want to talk about it. But not right now, OK?">> she says. <<you "Totally OK. I don't know what it is, but somehow I feel like I've known you for a lot longer than just one day. It's weird. Maybe that's why I was so forward.">> you reply. <<kristen "It's funny you say that, because I was thinking the same thing about you! I appreciated you offering to listen and try to help with my situation...but I don't think I'm ready to really talk about it.">> she says. <<you "I understand. Just remember if you ever decide you do want to talk about it...I'm just next door.">> you say. She pulls you in for another pleasant hug. <<kristen "I still want to thank you, though.">> she says. You're surely interested. <<kristen "Come into the kitchen with me.">> she says. <<you "Are you going to try to make me dinner...cause, no offense, but...">> you say with a smile. She giggles. Then she pulls the straps of her top off of her shoulders one by one. She reveals her absolutely perfect, young breasts. You stare at them in slack-jawed amazement. She casually plays with her hair, while coyly avoiding your gaze. <<kristen "I had a little something else in mind.">> she says. You take a moment to breathe and look at something other than her gorgeous tits. You notice that even thought she's acting very flirty with you, there's also an undercurrent of nervousness in her facial expression and body language. You expect she's not too experienced in the seduction game. You want to make sure she's really comfortable with this. It would be awkward living next door if you pushed her into something she didn't really want to do. <<you "Are you sure you want to do this?">> you ask, knowingly. She bites her lip, nervously and replies. <<kristen "Yes.">> she says. You walk up to her and put your arms around her. She smiles at you, sheepishly as you lean in for a kiss. You plant a soft kiss on her mouth and the two of you hold it for a couple of seconds. Then you feel her body tense up. She pulls away and gives you an embarrassed little smile. <<kristen "Wait...I don't think I can do this.">> she says. You can tell she's attracted to you, but this is all just moving a little fast for her. You take a deep breath. <<you "Look...I really like you, and I want to take this further with you. I think you do to. But we can just go at your pace, OK?">> you say. She smiles happily at you. <<kristen "Yes, I really like you too. I just...I think I was moving a little too fast and it just felt...wrong.">> she says. You can tell she feels bad about it. <<you "You can't deny your feelings. How about we just watch a movie and finish up those dinner leftovers?">> you ask. She smiles warmly. <<kristen "It's a date!">> she says with a little laugh. She gives you another warm hug and you both start to get the leftovers heated up. You sit together on her couch, enjoying your dinner. She picks out a movie, it's a sappy rom-com, but it's one that you actually kinda like. As the movie progresses, you find her cuddling up to you on the couch. It feels good. It feels comfortable and familiar. You're glad this is how you're spending your evening, and you look forward to more evenings to come with Kristen. <<set $kristen.second=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<kristenloveGain 1>> <<kristenloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/intro/apartmentext.jpg" alt="apartment exterior" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday139.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1313.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday231.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday233.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday234.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "No. You should come over here instead!">> you yell through the walls. There's a momentary silence. Then she responds. <<kristen "Why can't you just come over here. I want to thank you in-person!">> <<you "Then you can come over here and thank me!">> you yell. Silence again. Then... <<kristen "Are you fucking serious?">> she asks. <<you "Are you so fucking stubborn that you're not gonna come over here? You were trying to do that literally a few minutes ago!">> you yell. From the other side of the wall, you hear deliberate, little footsteps pounding their way up to her door. Her door opens and closes, then, seconds later, there is a loud knock on yours. You open the door to see an annoyed looking Kristen standing there. <<you "See? That was easy, right?">> you ask. She rolls her eyes at you. <<kristen "You know, you were a lot less of a jerk last night.">> she says with a huff. <<you "What can I say...I'm mercurial.">> you reply. She gives you a suspicious look. <<kristen "Well...aren't you going to invite me in?">> she asks. <<you "You know, you were a lot less bossy last night.">> you say. She gives you a confused look. She's not wrong about you being a kind of a jerk right now. You just want to make sure she's not going to get in the habit of taking advantage of you. You've found that some women fall into that dynamic pretty easily. You're not sure if Kristen is that type, but you want to make it clear that you're not going to simp for her. You motion for her to come in, and she does. She takes a quick look around your apartment, then speaks. <<kristen "So I just wanted to thank you for your help last night. My parent's didn't even know anything went wrong. And they really liked the chicken. So...thanks.">> she says with a little smile. You're not really interested in what happened last night. You're more interested in what's the deal with this girl and her parents. <<you "So why do you care so much about what your parents think about you? I mean, you said you moved here to get away from them...so why invite them here in the first place?">> you ask. She tenses up at the question. You can tell it's a question she probably struggles with, internally, as well. <<kristen "I...I just...">> She can't seem to find the words. You just continue looking at her expectantly. <<kristen "They just think I'm always doing everything wrong. They always throw in these little, backhanded compliments and they...they...I don't know, OK? I just wanted to show them that I'm doing fine without them!">> she says. You can see her exasperation building as she's forced to confront her feelings on this subject. <<you "Well...that was a pretty loaded answer. Tell me more.">> you say. She wrinkles up her face at you. <<kristen "What are you, like some sort of therapist or something?">> she asks. <<you "Actually, yes!">> you say. She looks at you, clearly confused. You elaborate. <<you "I'm a professor at Harrington and I'm also a psychological counselor. So this is pretty much what I do.">> you say. She looks at you, disappointed. <<kristen "Well I'm not really in the mood for a therapy session. And I don't need someone I just met picking apart my life. So...I'll just say thank you for your help yesterday. If you ever need a favor...I owe you one, I guess.">> She says it curtly but politely. She reaches out her hand for you to shake. You look at her for a few moments as she waits for your handshake. This girl puts up a lot of walls. You may be able to knock some of them down with brute force...but it may be that you need to convince her to lower them herself. Either way, she recognizes what you did for her, and that she's in your debt, so that's something. You shake her hand. <<you "I'm glad it worked out for you. I'll let you know if I ever need you to return the favor.">> you say. She gives you a polite smile and then leaves. <<set $kristen.second=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<kristencorruptionGain 1>> <<kristenloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1">><</link>>

<<if $maria.intro==1>><<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="man relaxing" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday232.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday233.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday231.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's getting late. You're back in your apartment, but you're not tired yet. You figure you'll go outside and just sit in the courtyard for a while. Maybe you'll run into your friends Mickey and Roger again. You had a good conversation with them last night. It was quite intruiging and you were able to learn a bit more about this little island that you now call home. Plus they had beer...and they were both pretty nice. You head outside and start wandering over to the tables. You're walking slowly and taking in the cool, night air. When you get closer to the tables, you look up and see a familiar face...but it's not Mickey or Roger. It's Maria, the girl you met at the pool yesterday. You think about the steamy kiss the two of you shared, and the way she giggled when you smacked her on the ass. She sees you and immediately shoots you a seductive smile. Well, you think to yourself...this should be fun. You walk over to her and sit down at the table. She looks at you, waiting for you to say something, but you just look at her and smile. She laughs a little then says, <<maria "Strong and silent again tonight, huh?">> she asks. You nod. She laughs again. <<maria "So, Mr. strong and silent...How did your first day of classes go?">> she asks. You just shrug. She smiles and shakes her head. <<maria "Unbelievable.">> she says. She starts to stand up. <<you "Hey, don't go. I was just messing with you.">> you say, with a big smile. She giggles and slaps you on the shoulder. <<maria "You're a bad boy, you know that?">> she says. <<you "Who, me?">> you ask, with feigned innocence. She sees through it. <<maria "YES! You're being naughty!">> she says, smiling at you. <<you "You know, last night, I was pretty sure you liked me being naughty.">> you say. She looks at you with lust in her eyes. <<maria "I think maybe you're right.">> she says, as she starts rubbing your leg with her foot. <<you "So...what are we going to do about that?">> you ask. She looks at you, biting her lip. She's got that horny look in her eyes, a look that you've been seeing more and more around the island. <<maria "You tell me.">> she says. You look at Maria, sitting there. Her expression and body language are begging for you to fuck her. You're gonna get laid, you just know it. But how do you want to play it here? <<link "So you want ME to be in control, Huh?" "monday 2-maria1a">><</link>> <<link "You want to be my naughty girl? Show me how naughty you can be." "monday 2-maria1b">><</link>> <<elseif $maria.intro==2>><<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="man relaxing" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday232.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday233.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday231.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's getting late. You're back in your apartment, but you're not tired yet. You figure you'll go outside and just sit in the courtyard for a while. Maybe you'll run into your friends Mickey and Roger again. You had a good conversation with them last night. It was quite intruiging and you were able to learn a bit more about this little island that you now call home. Plus they had beer...and they were both pretty nice. You head outside and start wandering over to the tables. You're walking slowly and taking in the cool, night air. When you get closer to the tables, you look up and see a familiar face...but it's not Mickey or Roger. It's Maria, the girl you met at the pool yesterday. You think about the emotional conversation the two of you had, and how pleasantly surprised you were with how quickly you two seemed to get to know each other. There really was a spark there, and you really want to see what might happen with this girl. You walk over to her. <<you "Hey, Maria.">> you say, smiling, as you approach. She gets up from her chair and pulls you in for a long, warm hug. As you begin to separate, she stops you and plants a kiss on your lips. You're a little surprised, but then again...there was a spark, you think to yourself. <<you "Can I sit down?">> you ask. She smiles wide. <<maria "Of course, silly! Sit! Sit!">> she says. You chuckle and take a seat across from her. She can't seem to keep her eyes off of you. To be fair, you can't seem to keep your eyes off of her either. <<maria "Thank you for last night. It made me feel so much better. I don't know how you did it!">> she says. <<you "Oh, you know...just several advanced degrees in psychology and 10 years of practice.">> you say, with a big grin. She giggles. <<maria "Oh, and you're so very modest too!">> she says, sarcastically. <<you "Hey, I worked hard for those degrees,">> you lie, <<you "I gotta take opportunities to show off when I can!">> you say. <<maria "Well...I won't be too hard on you. After all, you did a good job with me.">> she says. You smile at her. There's a little lull in the conversation. You both have trouble thinking of what to say next. Then, Maria seems to just go for it. <<maria "So, I never really got a chance to properly thank you last night.">> she says. You have a feeling she might be talking about a naked kinda thank you...but you don't want to presume, so you play it off. <<you "There's no need to thank me, Maria. I was happy to help.">> you say. This seems to make her even more determined. <<maria "No, I would feel bad if I couldn't thank you properly.">> she says. <<you "What did you have in mind?">> you ask. She looks right at you. Her expression and body language scream horny. <<maria "Come with me to my apartment and find out.">> she says. OK...you're about to get some pussy! But how should you play this? <<link "Answer genuinely and accept her offer." "monday 2-maria1d">><</link>> <<link "Answer sarcastically, and pretend to reject her offer." "monday 2-maria1c">><</link>> <<elseif $maria.intro==3>><<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="man relaxing" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday234.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's getting late. You're back in your apartment, but you're not tired yet. You figure you'll go outside and just sit in the courtyard for a while. Maybe you'll run into your friends Mickey and Roger again. You had a good conversation with them last night. It was quite intruiging and you were able to learn a bit more about this little island that you now call home. Plus they had beer...and they were both pretty nice. You head outside and start wandering over to the tables. You're walking slowly and taking in the cool, night air. When you get closer to the tables, you look up and see a familiar face...but it's not Mickey or Roger. It's the curvy Latina who threw you in the pool last night. She looks up and notices you. She doesn't look super pleased to see you approach her. What should you do? <<link "Apologize for being a dumb asshole." "monday 2-maria1f">><</link>> <<link "Tell her she owes you a new phone." "monday 2-maria1e">><</link>> <<elseif $maria.intro==4>><<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="man relaxing" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday232.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's getting late. You're back in your apartment, but you're not tired yet. You figure you'll go outside and just sit in the courtyard for a while. Maybe you'll run into your friends Mickey and Roger again. You had a good conversation with them last night. It was quite intruiging and you were able to learn a bit more about this little island that you now call home. Plus they had beer...and they were both pretty nice. You head outside and start wandering over to the tables. You're walking slowly and taking in the cool, night air. When you get closer to the tables, you look up and see a familiar face...but it's not Mickey or Roger. It's the super hot girl you met by the pool last night. You think she said her name was Maria. She told you pretty directly that she wanted you to talk to her last night, but you were too shy to do it. What do you do now? <<link "TALK TO HER, DUMMY!" "monday 2-maria1g">><</link>> <<link "Smile and wave as you walk past her and sit at another table." "monday 2-maria1h">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<set $bellinda.met=true>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/psychologybuilding.jpg" alt="psychology building" class="left"> <</nobr>>As the afternoon approaches, you head back to the Psychology Building and prepare for your first Counseling Session. You never noticed it before, but the building houses the biology department as well. You think about all the little hotties you've seen in class, at the cafeteria, wandering aroung the campus. You'd certainly like to do some one-on-one biology tutoring with them! Technically, you do have an advanced degree in biology. I mean...it's a FAKE advanced degree in biology...but you're basically a FAKE person...so... You head through the doors and up to your office. You have a little time before counseling hours start. You see that a student named Bellinda Song has signed up for today. <<link "You think about how this whole counseling thing is going to work." "monday 2-counseling1">><<set $hint=12>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Hint: Counseling Sessions"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="computer in your office" class="left"> <</nobr>>You should probably take a look at Bellinda's file before she gets here. You can access it from the Student Files button on the sidebar menu. There's probably useful information in there that may help you choose how to approach her in this session. You can also refer back to it during the session if you need to. Once you've done that (or if you just want to skip reading the file and hope for the best)...<<link "You can start the Counseling Session" "monday 2-counseling2">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<if $bellinda.met is true>> <img src="images/files/bellinda.png" alt="bellinda" class="leftnotes"><span class="barbie">''BELLINDA SONG:''</span> <br><span class="barbie">''Criminal History:''</span> Involuntary Vehicular Manslaughter. Miss Song was involved in a motor vehicle accident that resulted in the death of a pedestrian. She was found to be at fault in the accident. At the time of the accident, Miss Song was on the phone with her mother, and according to her statement, they were involved in a heated argument. Miss Song pleaded No Contest to the charge and was sent to Harrington rather than prison. <br> <span class="barbie">''Additional Information:''</span> //''Bellinda's previous therapist noted the following:''// Stemming from growing up in a household with an emotionally abusive single mother, Bellinda attempts to find stability and happiness in romantic relationships. When those relationships fail, Bellinda often blames herself. When pushed to examine the real reason she feels at fault, Bellinda became agitated and defensive. We will need to delve deeper into this complex.<br> <br> Bellinda has VERY SERIOUS trust issues stemming from her homelife. If she senses even slight dishonesty, she will close herself off as a defense mechanism. That said, Bellinda is a "People Pleaser." She will often do things she is uncomfortable with in order to gain the approval of authority figures. Because of her trust issues, though, pushing her to do things she is not comfortable with may lead to a further erosion of trust, but because of her "People Pleasing" nature, she will still obediently comply. <br> <br> Bellinda's mother manipulates Bellinda's emotions by attacking her self confidence. Due to this experience, Bellinda is hyper-aware of people trying to negatively affect her self esteem. Because of Bellinda's emotionally abusive upbringing, she takes pride in being adored. Her low self-esteem leads her to desperately seek out those who are attracted to her either physically or emotionally. Though this pattern of behavior is obvious to me, Bellinda reacted defensively and shut down, emotionally, when I pointed it out to her. We will have to work on this in future sessions. <<else>><br> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda11.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda2.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>There's a knock at your office door. <<you "Come in.">> you say. A young woman enters looking a little confused. <<bellinda "Is this where I go for counseling?">> she asks. You take a quick look at her before responding. She's a little, pocket-sized Asian girl, probably five feet tall, if that. She's so little, you could probably easily lift her over your head...though you're not sure that would be appropriate in this situation. <<you "Yes, and you must be Bellinda Song.">> you say. <<bellinda "Yeah, that's me.">> she says as she sits down. <<if $lesson1==1>> <<bellinda "Kaylee West told me I could talk to you about...my problem.">> she says. Well, you think, if Kaylee referred her, her problem is definitely about sex. And Kaylee is DEFINITELY trying to get me in trouble, cause...just LOOK AT THIS GIRL!<br><<elseif $lesson1==2>> <<bellinda "Grace Lovejoy told me I could trust you.">> she says, apprehensively. Seems like this girl has a delicate personal problem she's dealing with. You're not sure what it's going to be, but you're still glad that Grace referred her.<br><<else>><</if>> <<you "Yes, of course. She's in my Psychology and Human Sexuality class.">> you reply. <<bellinda "Yeah that's what she said.">> She fidgets a little. Still pretty nervous, you expect. <<you "So... what's going on?">> you ask. She still seems apprehensive, but she tells you anyway. <<bellinda "OK. Before I came here, me and my boyfriend agreed to try a long-distance relationship.">> she says. You look at her with a neutral expression and she continues. <<bellinda "And like two weeks ago, he dumped me. I think he was cheating on me.">> she says, starting to choke up a bit. You keep silent allowing her to continue. She seems to realize what you're doing, and the floodgates open. <<bellinda "There's this other girl who lives in the same building he does and she's got these huge tits and a big ass and she's ALWAYS shaking that shit around for him. She thinks I didn't see, but I ALWAYS SAW IT! And I wouldn't care so much, but I saw the porn that he looks at on his phone and it's all like these curvy girls with big boobs and thick asses. And that's what guys like! All the most popular pornstars look like that, and they're all twerking and titty fucking and...I just...well...LOOK AT ME?!?! How can I compete with that?">> she stands up as she says it. She's showing you how skinny and petite she is. The tone in her voice... It's as if she's already given up the fight. <<you "So you feel like you're not attractive to guys, because they all want more curvaceous women?">> you ask. <<bellinda "YES! How am I ever going to find another guy? It's not like I'm going to get any bigger.">> she says. She's clearly not thinking straight, probably from the stress and trauma of getting dumped. If this were a coed school...there'd be hundreds of hentai-fetishistic dudes lining up for this little Asian tart. And there are plenty of guys who are into petite chicks. So how should you handle this? <<nobr>> <br><<if $you.empathy gte 10>>(<span class="empathy">Min. Empathy 10</span>) <<link "Convince her that there are plenty of good guys out there, and that young guys are too immature." "monday 2-counseling3">><<set $bellinda.counsel=1>><</link>><<elseif $you.empathy lt 10>>(<span class="empathy">Min. Empathy 10</span>) <span class="disabled">Convince her that there are plenty of good guys out there, and that young guys are too immature.</span><<else>><</if>> <br> <br><<if $you.brutality gte 10>>(<span class="brutality">Min. Brutality 10</span>) <<link "Take advantage of her emotional vulnerability and make a sexual advance on her." "monday 2-counseling3">><<set $bellinda.counsel=2>><</link>><<elseif $you.brutality lt 10>>(<span class="brutality">Min. Brutality 10</span>) <span class="disabled">Take advantage of her emotional vulnerability and make a sexual advance on her.</span><<else>><</if>> <br> <br><<if $you.brutality gte 5 and $you.empathy gte 5>>(<span class="brutality">Min. Brutality 5</span>, <span class="empathy">Min. Empathy 5</span>) <<link "Convince her that she's really hot, and she knows it, and try to build her confidence." "monday 2-counseling3">><<set $bellinda.counsel=3>><</link>><<elseif $you.brutality lt 5 or $you.empathy lt 5>>(<span class="brutality">Min. Brutality 5</span>, <span class="empathy">Min. Empathy 5</span>) <span class="disabled">Convince her that she's really hot, and she knows it, and try to build her confidence.</span><<else>><</if>><</nobr>> OR you could <<link "SPEND ONE <span class='confidence'>CONFIDENCE POINT</span> to unlock any of these options." "monday 2-counseling2a">><<set $you.confidence-=1>><</link>> IF NOT, you could just <<link "tell Bellinda you can't help her and that she should leave." "monday 2-counseling3">><<set $bellinda.counsel=4>><</link>>

<<if $bellinda.counsel==1>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>You really feel for Bellinda here. She's deep in the emotional eye of the storm following her break-up. She's having the kind of problems that a $bellinda.age-year-old girl has when she tries to have a long-distance relationship with a young, dumb guy. Of course he thinks she's hot...but she's not there. Of course, he thinks his neighbor is hot too...and she's in the same building. Guys that age don't think with the big head, they think with the little head. You could try to convince Bellinda that she just caught a dumb fish, and that there are plenty more fish in the sea. Let her know that young guys only think about sex, and it probably had less to do with the other girl's body type than with her distance from his cock. Or maybe you could simply ask her why she's blaming hersef for the break-up? If you could get her to really think about that, maybe she'd see that it wasn't her fault at all. Belinda looks at you, waiting for you to say something. You think carefully about what to say next. <<link "Bellinda, I don't think you should be blaming yourself because some idiotic, horny, teenage boy couldn't see how great a girlfriend he had." "monday 2-counseling3a">><<set $bellinda.c1=1>><</link>> <<link "Long distance relationships are hard, in general. Why are you blaming yourself for the failure of this relationship?" "monday 2-counseling3a">><<set $bellinda.c1=2>><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.counsel==2>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>You eye Bellinda up and down. This sexy little slut is making you extremely horny. Yeah, she's got boy problems, but the best way to solve those is probably for her to just get some good dick. Or at least get felt up a little. You know, just to remind her how fucking hot she really is. Bellinda sits silently, looking at you with a nervous smile. Maybe tell her you can't really judge until you really see what she's working with. Then you can "get a feel for her," wink, wink. Or maybe you could just throw her a few backhanded compliments. That might get her wanting to "prove" you wrong...by getting naked. She's waiting for you to say something. You think carefully about what to say next. <<link "Kinda hard for me to give my opinion on your body unless I can see it." "monday 2-counseling3b">><<set $bellinda.c2=1>><</link>> <<link "Listen, Bellinda...I think you're pretty attractive for someone with your obvious physical limitations." "monday 2-counseling3b">><<set $bellinda.c2=2>><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.counsel==3>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>You look at Bellinda as she looks nervously back at you. You don't really see why this is such a big deal. Bellinda is obviously hot, but apparently so was her ex-boyfriend's neighbor. He fucked what was close to him, and she's taking that to mean that EVERY GUY ON THE PLANET only likes voluptuous women. You could flirt a little bit, maybe get her to laugh a little? If you're confident and charming enough, it could work. Then you tell her how hot you think she is...could even go with the old "If I was ten years younger..." line. She'll likely eat it up. You could also just call her on her bullshit. She's clearly just fishing for compliments here and it comes off as needy and desperate. Maybe a little tough love is warranted in this situation. Bellinda is waiting for you to say something. You think carefully about what to say next. <<link "I gotta say, it's surprising to hear that someone as attractive as you has these kind of doubts." "monday 2-counseling3c">><<set $bellinda.c3=1>><</link>> <<link "Look, I know you're just trying to fish for compliments because you need them to feel good about yourself." "monday 2-counseling3c">><<set $bellinda.c3=2>><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.counsel==4>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Sorry Bellinda...these aren't really the kind of problems I deal with.">> you say. She gives you an angry look. <<bellinda "But...you're a counselor. Shouldn't you at least TRY to COUNSEL me?!">> she asks. You look at her and just shrug. She gets up, storms out of your office, and slams the door behind her. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<bellinda "YES! How am I ever going to find another guy? It's not like I'm going to get any bigger.">> she says. She's clearly not thinking straight, probably from the stress and trauma of getting dumped. If this were a coed school...there'd be hundreds of hentai-fetishistic dudes lining up for this little Asian tart. And there are plenty of guys who are into petite chicks. So how should you handle this? <<link "Convince her that there are plenty of good guys out there, and that young guys are too immature." "monday 2-counseling3">><<set $bellinda.counsel=1>><</link>> <<link "Take advantage of her emotional vulnerability and make a sexual advance on her." "monday 2-counseling3">><<set $bellinda.counsel=2>><</link>> <<link "Convince her that she's really hot, and she knows it, and try to build her confidence." "monday 2-counseling3">><<set $bellinda.counsel=3>><</link>>

<<if $bellinda.c2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda3.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda4.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "OK, Bellinda. I'm gonna get straight to the point here. I can't tell you if you have the kind of body that guys like, unless I can see it. You need to take those clothes off and show me.">> you say. You show little hint of emotion when you say it; almost as if you are a doctor asking her to undress for a physical exam...which, you kinda are. She looks shocked and scared. <<bellinda "NO! I'm not doing that! It's so humiliating!">> she says. <<you "Bellinda, you're the one who came to me. You said you needed advice with your problem. I can't give you proper advice until I have all the information. You're worried that your body is not attractive to men. I am a man. If you want my opinion on your body, you have to show me your body. This is not complicated.">> you tell her. She seems to understand what you are saying but is still hesitant. You decide to push a little harder. <<you "Look if you think that I have time to just sit here while you take forever to decide whether or not you want me to help you...I don't. Either do as I say, or leave. Those are your options.">> you say, bluntly. With that ultimatum presented to her, she relents, seemingly realizing she's gotta get naked. <<bellindatrustLose 1>> <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> She timidly starts to take off her clothes. She starts with her top. Once she gets it off she stands still for a moment, gauging your reaction. She's likely waiting for you to compliment her. You don't. You simply motion for her to keep going. She continues by stripping off her skirt. She's facing away from you and as she lowers her skirt, she sticks her cute, little ass out at you. The only thing covering her little holes is her tiny, magenta thong. She looks over her shoulder at you for affirmation. <<you "Good girl. Now sit back down.">> you say. She quickly does as she's told. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> Now...what to do next? <<link "Make her show you her pussy, then finger her." "monday 2-counseling3b1">><</link>> <<link "Tell her how fucking horny she's making you." "monday 2-counseling3b2">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.c2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>You figure you can just neg this girl a bit. She seems to have some real self-esteem issues that you can prey upon. A little backhanded compliment can work wonders with chicks like this. <<you "Bellinda, I'll say this. For someone with your obvious limitations, I think you do a really good job at making yourself pretty attractive.">> you say. <<bellinda "What do you mean, limitations?">> she asks, indignantly. <<you "Well, I think you already recognize them. I mean, you said yourself that you don't really have the physical assets that some other girls have. And I'm saying that you still manage to be pretty attractive even without being typically hot. You should feel good about that.">> you say. She crosses her arms and casts a mighty frown in your direction. <<bellinda "You know...I know what you're trying to do!">> she says, angrily. <<bellinda "I get enough of that negativity from my fucking mom so I don't appreciate it here!">> she says. <<bellindalustLose 1>> <<bellindatrustLose 1>> Whoops. That was not the right thing to say. She's very pissed and she's closed herself off to you. There may still be a way to salvage this situation. What do you do next? <<link "Tell her you're trying to be honest and realistic with her, but that you think she is extremely attractive." "monday 2-counseling3b3">><</link>> <<link "Tell her how unreasonable she's being. After all, she's the one who came to you and you're only trying to help." "monday 2-counseling3b4">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<if $bellinda.c1==1>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda2.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda11.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda looks at you, anticipating what you might say. You need to reassure her that the break-up had nothing to do with her. Her ex-boyfriend is just a moron. <<you "Bellinda...I don't want this to sound insensitive or patronizing, but I think you may not be thinking straight.">> you say. She looks a little confused. You continue. <<you "I think you're dealing with emotional trauma right now. A relationship has just ended, not by your choice. To make it worse, you're isolated here at Harrington.">> you say. She looks sad. <<bellinda "I'm never going to be good enough...">> she says, quietly. You need to reassure her. You try to give her a different perspective on her situation. <<you "Bellinda, you are DEFINITELY good enough! In fact, I think you were TOO good for that idiot who dumped you!">> you exclaim. She gives you a confused and frustrated look. <<bellinda "Then WHY did he do it?!">> she asks. <<you "Bellinda, how old is this guy?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Same age as me. $bellinda.age.">> she replies. <<you "OK. I'm going to give you the hard truth about guys that age. You ready?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Yes.">> she says, timidly. <<you "Guys that age are controlled by their cock, not their brain. Guys that age want to fuck. Period. They may seem like they're sweet and caring and that they really like you for who you are inside...but they don't.">> you say. <<bellinda "But...but he was...different. He told me he loved me.">> she says. <<you "When did he first tell you that he loved you?">> you ask. She thinks for a moment. <<bellinda "It was right before we had sex for the first time.">> she says. <<you "Bellinda...he said it so that you would have sex with him. I know that it hurts to hear that, but it's the truth. If he was a real man, who really loved you, he would never have cheated on you.">> you say. <<bellinda "But all the porn in his phone...he likes girls with big tits. That neighbor girl...">> she says. She's trying to work through it in her head. Help her. <<you "Bellinda...he likes the girl that will fuck him. This isn't about you. This is about him. He wanted to cum, and she was there to help him with that. I know it sounds crude when I put it like that, and I know it's hard for you to hear, but you were dating a young, dumb guy...and he did what young, dumb guys do to beautiful, young women like you...he broke your heart. I'm really sorry that happened to you. I hope I can help you move past it, because there's a much better future waiting for you if you can just forget about this loser and move on.">> Your words seem to have gotten through to her. She smiles at you. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<bellinda "Do you...do you really think I'm beautiful?">> she asks, coyly. Hmmm...you should think carefully about how you respond here. You want to be honest with her, but you don't want to lead her on or take advantage of her vulnerability. What do you say? <<link "Yes, Bellinda. I do think you are beautiful. And I think that there are a TON of guys out there who would agree." "monday 2-counseling3a1">><</link>> <<link "I think it was inappropriate for me to say that. I was trying to make you feel better, and I may have gone too far." "monday 2-counseling3a2">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.c1==2>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Long distance relationships are always hard, Bellinda. Why is it that you think it's your fault that the relationship ended?">> you ask. She frowns at you, angrily. <<bellinda "I didn't say it was my fault! It was HIS fault! Why would you say it's my fault?!">> she asks. <<you "I never said it was your fault, I-">> she cuts you off. <<bellinda "But you said that I THINK that it's my fault, when I DON'T! So that either means that you weren't even listening to me, or you DO think it was my fault!">> she says. <<bellindatrustLose 1>> <<bellindalustLose 1>> She's getting really agitated. You kinda fucked this thing. Can you salvage it? Maybe...but how? <<link "Start over completely. Apologize and explain that you do not think it was her fault at all." "monday 2-counseling3a3">><</link>> <<link "Ask her how the hell does she expect you to help her when she won't even let you talk?" "monday 2-counseling3a4">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $bellinda.c3==1>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>You blink a couple times at Bellinda and smile. You shake your head a little. You can't believe what this girl is saying. JUST LOOK AT HER. She's a smoking hot, little, Asian cutie who would have dudes all over her...if there were any dudes at this school. She looks confused. Better clear this up. <<you "Bellinda, I don't know what to say.">> you utter. She's still confused. <<you "I just can't see how a girl who's as hot as you can think that she'd ever have trouble getting a guy.">> you say. She smiles and blushes. <<bellinda "You really think I'm hot?">> she asks. <<you "Bellinda...come on! You KNOW you're hot!">> you reply. She giggles. <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<bellinda "I guess...maybe.">> she says. <<you "I really think you're being too modest.">> you tell her. <<bellinda "OK, but what about that neighbor girl...and girls like that. Do you think they're hot too?">> she asks. This is a bit of a delicate question. You DO like girls with big tits and big asses. But, you want to keep building her self esteem, and you know she's sensitive about the neighbor girl. That said, if you lie to her, she might lose trust in you. What should you say? <<link "Well, I've never seen this other girl, but from what you've described, honestly, I probably would be attracted to her." "monday 2-counseling3c1">><</link>> <<link "No. I think girls like that are, frankly, overrated. And they're usually so full of themselves, that they're a pain in the ass to be with." "monday 2-counseling3c2">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.c3==2>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>This girl is kinda pissing you off. She's obviously fishing for compliments. Maybe she really needs them right now, but this behavior is not going to make her more attractive to guys. She comes off as clingy, needy, desperate...well...that last one may make her more attractive to guys. But only in the short-term. You should probably get a little stern with her here. <<you "Let's cut the shit, Bellinda.">> you say, firmly. She looks surprised, then frowns at you. <<bellinda "What do you mean?">> she asks. <<you "You come in here...telling me you're not hot enough for any guy to want you...which we BOTH know isn't the least bit true...">> you say. She continues to frown at you. <<you "And you're just fishing for compliments to make yourself feel better.">> you say. <<bellinda "I AM NOT!">> she says, adamantly. <<bellinda "How could you say that?! You're supposed to help me!!">> <<bellindalustLose 1>> She seems pretty upset. You could change your tact and try to be nicer, or continue with the tough love. What to say next? <<link "Bellinda, I'm sorry I was so blunt. I should have been more sensitive to your feelings." "monday 2-counseling3c3">><</link>> <<link "If all I do is tell you what you want to hear, how will that really help you, huh?" "monday 2-counseling3c4">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda5.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda6.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Not bad, Bellinda. I must say, you're one cute little cookie.">> you say. She smiles, nervously, at your comment. <<bellinda "Thanks.">> she says, timidly. <<you "Are you feeling uncomfortable right now?">> you ask, though you think the answer is yes. <<bellinda "A little. You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?">> she asks. <<you "No, Bellinda. What happens in this office stays in this office. It's all confidential.">> you assure her. She smiles and seems to relax a little bit. <<you "Now show me that little pussy.">> you command. She recoils and hesitates. <<you "NOW, Bellinda! I don't have all day!">> you bark. She startles a bit then quickly complies, pulling her panties to the side and spreading her pussy for you. She looks at you with a little smile, eagerly waiting for your affirmation. You take a good look at this little, Asian fucktoy, spreading herself for you in your office. Your cock hardens and you start rubbing it through your pants under your desk. <<you "Good girl, Bellinda.">> you say. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3b11">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda5.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda6.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cockout.gif" alt="cock out" class="left"> <</nobr>>She sits down and spreads her legs letting you catch a glimpse of her tiny pussy through her lacy, magenta thong. Sweet merciful Christ this girl is fucking hot. You think you should let her know just how hot she is. Instead of trying to hide your boner, you stand up and show her your tented pants. <<you "Bellinda, do you see what you're doing to me right now?!">> you ask. She gasps when she sees your boner, but she doesn't try to cover herself up. Then a seductive smile creeps on to her face. She's fucking into it! <<bellindalustGain 1>> Without saying anything in reply, she slowly moves her panties to the side, exposing her pussy, presenting it to you. She spreads her lips, letting you see her soft, pink flower and her cute, little butthole. You gaze upon this little Asian whore spreading herself for you in your office. She's eyefucking you and playing with herself. She's trying so hard to please you. She wants your approval. You figured she was looking for a little confidence boost, but you never figured she was this desperate to get it. Whatever, though...if she's gonna show you her bits just to remind herself how hot and slutty she really is...who the fuck are you to complain? Things are definitely going well. It's only your first counseling session and this tiny $bellinda.age-year-old hottie is showing you just how horny she is. You decide to show her how horny you are as well. You undo your pants and whip your hard cock out. You start jerking it while continuing to look at her. She licks her lips. She's clearly feeling good about herself. <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3b21">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda6.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/fingering.gif" alt="fingering" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/squirt.gif" alt="squirt" class="left"> <</nobr>>She sits there waiting for your next move. You can't resist any longer. You get up from behind your desk and walk over to her. She sits, obediently, with her wet pussy still open. As you near her, she notices the tent in your pants and seems to get a little scared. You're standing so close to her now that your bulge is inches from her face. She can't stop staring at it. She's not sure what you're going to do next. <<you "Bellinda?">> you ask, refocusing her attention on you and off your cock. <<bellinda "Yes?">> she replies. <<you "It's time you got fingered.">> you say, calmly. You slide two fingers into her soft, tight pussy and pump them in and out of her. She grimaces a little. She's not really enjoying this, and you don't really care. After a few moments of you fingerfucking her, she speaks up. <<bellinda "Aren't you afraid I'm going to report this to someone?">> she asks. <<you "Nope.">> you say as you continue fingering her. <<bellinda "Why not?">> she asks. <<you "Because, Bellinda...I can send one email and have you expelled from this school and headed to prison by the end of the afternoon. You really want to have to face that vehicular manslaughter charge?">> you ask. She seems surprised that you know why she ended up at Harrington. You notice her expression. <<you "I read your file. I know what you did. What do you think happens to cute little girls like you in prison?">> you ask. She shudders at the thought. <<you "I can bet it's a lot less pleasurable than what's happening to you now.">> you say. Her demeanor changes and she seems resigned to her situation. <<bellindalustLose 1>> <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> You start to finger her harder, deeper, and more aggressively. Her body starts to react to it. You can feel her muscles contracting around your fingers as you bring her ever closer to orgasm. She doesn't seem to be enjoying it too much, but her body reacts nonetheless. You see her close her eyes and throw her head back. She moans as she cums and squirts all over your office floor. You finish her off with a few more stroke of your hand, then pull it out and wipe her pussy juices all over her cute, little $bellinda.age-year-old face. She definitely doesn't like you doing that, but fuck her...you don't care. You toss her a towel and point to the floor. <<you "Clean up your mess, little girl.">> you say. She takes the towel. <<bellinda "Yes sir.">> she says, and starts to wipe up the puddle she made. Afterwards, she gets back into her clothes. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda7.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You continue jerking your cock with ever increasing intensity. <<you "Turn around and show me how slutty you really are!">> you command. She dutifully obeys, bending over and spreading her ass cheeks, showing off her pink pussy and tight asshole. <<bellinda "You like my little $bellinda.age-year-old pussy?">> she ask. Shocker...you do. But you don't want her thinking she's in charge here. <<you "Do not speak unless spoken to! And call me sir!">> you bellow. <<bellinda "Yes, sir!">> she says. <<you "Tell me what you want you little slut!">> you yell. <<bellinda "I want your cum, sir!">> she replies, breathlessly. <<you "Where do you want it?">> <<bellinda "I want it all over my $bellinda.age-year-old face, sir! Please give me your cum, sir!">> she begs. You're about to bust. <<you "Get on your knees, slut! Open your mouth!">> you command. She quickly does as she's told. You have just enough time to grab her head and unleash a torrent of cum all over her face. When you finally finish, you rub you cock on her cheek a few times. She smiles up at you with one eye open, the other covered in your cum. <<bellinda "Did I do a good job, sir?">> she asks. <<you "Not bad, Bellinda...not bad.">> you reply. You both clean up and put your clothes back on. <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<if $bellinda.lust gte 4>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda stands there playing with her skirt and smiling at you. <<you "So, Bellinda. Is there anything else? Or was I able to satisfy all of your needs?">> you ask. She looks at you, seductively. <<bellinda "How can I reach you...you know, if I need to talk?">> she asks. You give her your phone number and let her know she can call you if she needs to discuss anything. You both know what that means. <<link "Go Home" "monday 2-gohome">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.obedience gte 4 and $bellinda.c2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda stands awkwardly looking at you. <<you "So, Bellinda, I want you to check in with me regularly.">> you say as you give her your phone number. <<you "And don't forget what we discussed. And remember, anything we discuss in here remains confidential.">> you say. She starts to leave. You grab her arm and whisper in her ear. <<you "Confidentiality goes both ways.">> You let her go and she leaves, but you're sure you'll be seeing her again soon. <<link "Go Home" "monday 2-gohome">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.obedience gte 4 and $bellinda.c1==2>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda stands awkwardly looking at you. <<you "So, Bellinda. I want you to check in with me regularly.">> you say as you give her your phone number. <<you "And don't forget what we discussed.">> you say. She starts to leave, but turns back to face you. <<bellinda "Thanks.">> she says, then leaves. You're sure you'll be seeing her again soon. <<link "Go Home" "monday 2-gohome">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.obedience gte 4 and $bellinda.c3==2>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda stands awkwardly looking at you. <<you "So, Bellinda. I want you to check in with me regularly.">> you say as you give her your phone number. <<you "And don't forget what we discussed.">> you say. She starts to leave, but turns back to face you. <<bellinda "Thanks.">> she says, then leaves. You're sure you'll be seeing her again soon. <<link "Go Home" "monday 2-gohome">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.trust gte 4>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda stands there looking at you with a warm smile. <<you "So, Bellinda, how do you feel about what we discussed today?">> you ask. <<bellinda "I'm really happy I came here today.">> she says. You smile at her and she asks, <<bellinda "Would it be OK if I called you...like...if I needed to ask you something?">> She smiles at you, nervously. <<you "Of course! I'm always here for you.">> you say as you give her your phone number. She giggles a little. <<bellinda "OK...bye!">> she says, then heads out the door. <<link "Go Home" "monday 2-gohome">><</link>> <<else>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="computer screen" class="left"> <</nobr>>Well, your first counseling session seemed to be a total flop. If only you could go back and make different choices. But life isn't a game. And you've made your choices. Better luck next time. <<link "Go Home" "monday 2-gohome">><</link>> <</if>>

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<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda continues to frown at you. Who does this little bitch think she is? <<you "Bellinda, you can sit there and pout at me all you want, but you were the one who came here for help.">> you say. She gives you a suspicious look. <<you "I was trying to be honest with you.">> you say. <<bellinda "No you weren't! You were trying to make me feel like shit about myself while pretending you were complimenting me!">> she says, defiantly. <<bellinda "That shit may work on other girls...DUMB girls...BUT NOT ON ME!">> she yells. Well, you think to yourself...this was not the right way to go. You don't know what went wrong. Shit like this usually works on girls her age. <<you "Bellinda, I think you're getting a little emotional. Why dont-">> She cuts you off. <<bellinda "Don't call me emotional! That's what guys do when they're losing an argument with a girl! You know I'm right! You acted like a jerk, and you ARE NOT interested in helping me! I think you just want to see if you can get into my panties!">> she yells. OK, now she's heading into dangerous territory. Better try to put a stop to this. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3b41">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Bellinda, before you think about doing something rash, just remember that I can send one email and have you expelled from Harrington. You'd be sent to prison. Don't forget who's in charge here.">> you say, menacingly. She looks at you with disgust. <<bellinda "OK! REAL BIG MAN HERE THREATENING A LITTLE GIRL IN HIS OFFICE!">> she yells. <<bellinda "Well you don't have to worry about me saying anything to anyone, cause I just want to leave an NEVER see you again!">> As she yells it, she gets up and leaves, slamming the door behind her. That could have gone better, you think. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda11.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda is looking at you with flirtatious eyes. You seem to have said the right thing to make her like you. Now you need to seal the deal. You did a good job of rebuilding her trust in you, now you just need to cement it. Because if this little hottie trusts you...you're pretty sure you can be in her panties in a few days. And in Bellinda's panties is DEFINITELY a place you'd be happy to be. <<you "I know that I may come off as though I don't care, or that I'm being manipulative, but you need to consider how emotional you are right now. You just went through something very traumatic. And, not to insult you, but you're not thinking straight.">> you say. She looks down at her feet. She knows you're probably right on this one. <<you "It's my job to help you see past all the emotional shit, so you can look at the problem, rationally, and figure out how to move past it.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<bellinda "Yeah, I guess you're right.">> she says. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<you "Bellinda...of course I'm right. It's my job to be right.">> you say. She giggles a little. You're still kinda acting like a dick, I mean "it's my job to be right?" Dude...come on. Still, you seem to be turning it around with her. You feel like you've almost gained her trust back. <<you "So even though I may have said some things that upset you at first, was anything I said untruthful?">> you ask. She thinks about it and then replies. <<bellinda "No. I think I just wasn't ready to hear it. I kinda wanted to just come in here and have you tell me that my ex was an idiot, and that guys don't really like curvy girls, and that I'm beautiful, and that any guy would be lucky to have me.">> she says. <<bellinda "But, I guess, in your own way, you did tell me that.">> <<you "And I told it to you while also not blowing smoke up your ass about how guys really think about girls.">> you remind her. <<you "So don't you think that's a better way to handle it?">> you ask. She nods and smiles. <<you "Good, Bellinda. You're a good girl, and any guy would be lucky to have you.">> you say. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> She jumps up from her chair and runs around to your side of the desk. She gives you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. <<you "OK, OK. Don't get carried away, Bellinda.">> you say. She just blushes and giggles. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Bellinda, I am very sorry that I made you think it was your fault. I was not communicating my point very well. If you'll please let me explain, I think you'll see that I truly have your best interests at heart.">> you say. She still looks pissed, but she motions for you to continue. <<you "First, I do not think it was your fault that your ex broke up with you. I think that he's probably too dumb and horny to realize that he made a huge mistake. I think that it is HIS fault. Clear?">> you ask. She's still frowning, but she nods. <<you "Second, I misunderstood what you said regarding why you think he broke up with you. The way I understood it, you felt like you were not good enough for him, somehow, and that's why you thought he broke up with you. I asked you why you thought it was your fault, because I wanted to try to guide you to the realization that it was totally not your fault.">> you say. She nods her understanding. She's starting to smile a little. <<you "I thought that it would be more impactful if you arrived at that conclusion on your own, rather than me just telling you what to think. Now do you understand where I was coming from?">> you ask. She smiles at you. <<bellinda "Yeah, I get it. I'm sorry I got so mad.">> she says. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<you "Getting mad is not a problem. We all need to get mad sometimes. But staying mad when it was all just a misunderstanding, that can stand in the way of the real progress I hope we can make here.">> you say. She smiles again. <<bellinda "You're right. Thanks for explaining what you really meant. And thanks for putting up with me. I know I can be a little bitchy sometimes.">> she says. <<you "Nonsense! In my line of work, I've dealt with PLENTY of bitchy...you don't even come close!">> you say. She giggles at that. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3a31">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Actually, I'm sorry I said that. It was inappropriate for someone in my position to say something like that to you.">> you say. She frowns at you. <<bellinda "So you don't think I'm beautiful?! You were just lying to me?! Why would you do that?!">> she asks. She seems pretty upset. You were just trying to maintain your professional relationship, but you may have really hurt her. <<bellindatrustLose 1>> <<bellindalustLose 1>> <<you "Bellinda, I think you are a perfectly good looking girl. You shouldn't be questioning that. I'm just trying to be professional.">> you say. This doesn't seem to make her any happier. <<bellinda "So now you DO think I'm good looking? Why won't you just tell me the truth?">> she asks. This seems to have gone off the rails. <<you "Bellinda, I am telling you the truth. I just think that we shouldn't get too familiar with each other.">> you say. She continues to frown at you. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3a21">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Yes, Bellinda. I do think you're beautiful. I think that there are a TON of guys out there who would agree with me.">> you say. Her eyes light up and she smiles wide. <<bellinda "So you don't think he dumped me because I wasn't good enough for him?">> she asks. <<you "Absolutely not! And I'll tell you another thing...when that neighbor girl gets tired of him, and she dumps his ass, he's gonna come crawling back to you. And then you get to tell him how much better off you are without him, and that he can fuck right off!">> you say. She giggles. <<bellinda "Do you really think so?">> she asks. <<you "Bellinda...I guarantee it!">> you reply. She giggles again. <<bellinda "It would feel so good if HE was the one who couldn't get over ME!">> she says. <<you "Well, I think it will happen. And I think that you deserve to feel good about yourself. You're a sweet, kind, beautiful girl. The world has a great deal of love in store for you, if you can just learn to love yourself.">> you tell her. <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<bellinda "You know...I came in here thinking that you wouldn't be able to help me, but you really made me feel better. Why aren't there more guys like you?">> she asks. You chuckle a little. She looks at you with a cute little smile, waiting for your reply. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3a11">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"><</nobr>><<you "OK, STOP!!">> you yell. She's a little stunned by your sudden anger. She's silent now, so you continue. <<you "I am trying to help you, Bellinda. I'm taking the time to listen to your problems and all you're doing is yelling and interrupting! You're acting like a goddamn child!">> you yell. She recoils. She looks more ashamed than angry now. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<you "There are literally HUNDREDS of girls at this school and they're all here for one fucked up reason or another. I am responsible for their wellbeing...ALL OF THEM!">> you yell. <<you "If you want me to try to help you, you need to stop yelling and arguing, and LISTEN to what I say. Because I don't have the time or the patience to just sit here and be a punching bag for you, young lady! Do you get me?!">> you ask. <<bellinda "Yes sir. I get you.">> she says, quietly. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<you "Good. I'm sorry I had to raise my voice, but I needed you to understand that I really am trying to help, but I need you to LET me help, OK?">> you say. Bellinda smiles and nods. <<bellinda "OK.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3a41">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda seems very exasperated at this point. <<bellinda "You don't want to get too familiar?! What the fuck does that mean?! I thought you where here to help me?! How can you help me when you don't even really want to get to know me?!">> she yells. <<you "Bellinda, don't misunderstand me. I do want to get to know you, and I do want to help you, but I shouldn't have said what I said.">> you say. <<bellinda "Tell me right now! Did you mean what you said?!">> she asks. You hesitate. You've put yourself in a difficult situation here. <<you "Bellinda, please try to see this from my side of it. I have a professional responsibility to-">> She cuts you off. <<bellinda "OK I get it! You're just another guy who makes me think for just a second that he really cares about me, but you're just like all the rest! You're a phoney and a liar!">> she yells. She stands up and storms out of your office. <<bellindalustLose 1>> <<bellindatrustLose 1>> Well...it looks like she may have some trust issues. How could you have possibly known? <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda11.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whispering" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Well, Bellinda... I'm genuinely flattered, but I was just doing my job. Sometimes it takes an outside perspective for us to see what's really going on in our lives. I'm just here to provide that perspective.">> you say. <<bellinda "No, you do way more than that. I came in here feeling like I had no hope. And you gave me hope that everything would be okay.">> she says. <<you "Well, if I was able to do that, then I'm glad.">> you reply. She looks at you hesitantly, as if she wants to say more. <<you "You look like you want to say something else. Do you?">> you ask. She looks down and shakes her head a little. <<bellinda "No...I just...it's stupid. I don't want to say it.">> she says. <<you "You can trust me, Bellinda. I'm never going to judge you or think you're stupid for the things you tell me.">> you reassure her. She's working up the courage to say it. <<bellinda "You promise? You have to promise!">> she says. <<you "I promise.">> <<bellinda "It sounds so stupid...but I just feel like...you make me feel like you really care about me. And that you're going to take care of me and make sure I'm safe, and happy. I don't even know where these feelings are coming from! I only just met you.">> she says. You know exactly where these feelings are coming from. Bellinda never had a dad growing up. She never had an older man looking out for her, and showing her the way a good, kind man loves a woman. <<you "Bellinda...I think maybe you've just had too many asshole guys in your life. And you never had a dad who was there to show you what a real man is. And I think that as a result, your bar for men is set pretty low. I try to help all my students feel safe and happy. And I do care about you, even though we've only just met. If I didn't care, I would never have chosen this career path.">> you say. Bellinda smiles at you, warmly. You can see her starting to get emotional. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<you "Now don't go crying on me! We're happy and safe in here, right?">> you ask. She laughs and wipes a small tear from her eye. <<bellinda "Right!">> she says, emphatically. She gets up from her chair and comes around to your side of the desk. She gives you a big, warm hug and you hug her back. You can hear her sniffling a little. She's probably crying. She whispers in your ear, <<bellinda "I wish I had a dad like you.">> she says. You just smile. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda12.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda stops laughing and there is a short pause in the conversation. You see the smile fade from her pretty face. <<bellinda "You made me feel a little better...but...but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still just this little, fucking toothpick with little, mosquito bites for boobs. I just don't think guys are attracted to girls like me.">> she says. OK, you think, it's time to put an end to this bullshit that's swirling around in her head. <<you "Bellida...no offense, but that's crap.">> you say. She shoots you a puzzled look. <<you "If you weren't stuck in an all-girls school, with no guys around, you'd be fighting off horny dudes with a chair and a whip!">> you say. She looks like she doesn't believe you. <<bellinda "OK, now you're just saying that because you feel bad about hurting my feelings earlier.">> she says. What the fuck happened to this girl that she can't see how smoking hot she is? <<you "Bellinda, If I was lying to you, and you found out about it, how would you feel? What would you do?">> you ask. <<bellinda "I would be super pissed! I HATE when people lie to me. I would probably never want to see you again.">> she says. <<you "Exactly. And now that you know that I really do care about you and about helping you, do you really think that I would just lie to you?">> you ask. She thinks about it for a few moments. <<bellinda "No, I guess not.">> she says. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<you "So then believe me when I tell you...you are EXTREMELY HOT!">> you tell her. She giggles and blushes. <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<bellinda "Soooo...just how hot do you think I am?">> she asks. As she does so, she lifts her skirt and shows you her lacy, magenta panties. She smiles, seductively. HOLY SHIT, you think to yourself, as your dick starts to steal blood from your brain. <<you "Well...let's just say I'd be embarrased if I had to stand up from behind this desk right now. You get what I'm saying?">> you ask. She giggles and gets up from her chair. She starts to walk around to your side of the desk. <<you "Um...Bellinda? What are you doing?">> you ask, nervously. <<bellinda "I want to see if you're telling the truth!">> she says with a devious, little smile. Panic consumes you. You think about just how fucking inappropriate it would be to have a student see your boner, especially when you just told her that she's what caused it. Your mind races and you try to make the words to stop her, but you just can't. In its blood-deprived state, your brain can't even direct you to try to cover your stiffy. When she reaches your side of the desk, she looks right at the tent in your pants. You blush as her eyes widen. She bites her lip, lustily, then she leans in and rubs your cock a little through your pants. She puts her lips right up to your ear and whispers, <<bellinda "I think you're pretty hot too, Professor.">> <<bellindalustGain 1>> OH FUCK! OHHHHH FUUUUUUCK! This little girl is probably going to be trouble...But she's gonna be fun trouble, that's for fucking sure! <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda11.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"><</nobr>><<you "Now what I was trying to get across to you, was that I DON'T think it was your fault, but you do.">> you say. She frowns and looks like she's about to contradict you. You don't let her. <<you "Now don't start up again! Let me finish!">> you say, raising your voice a little. She sits back an listens. <<you "When I say that you think it's your fault that he broke up with you, I'm not implying that you DID something that made him break up with you. I am saying, and you are too, that you think you are somehow not worthy, or not good enough, for him to stay with you. Do you agree?">> you ask. She frowns at you. She's still kinda miffed, but you may be getting through to her. <<bellinda "I didn't say I wasn't good enough for him! I said that he likes girls with big tits and big asses...and I don't have that.">> she says. You give her an "are you fucking kidding me?" look. <<you "Bellinda, that is EXACTLY what I just said. Why do you insist on disagreeing just to disagree?! We're not going to get anywhere if you keep doing that. You need to cut that shit out, grow up, and start taking this seriously!">> you tell her. She pouts a little, but you think she knows you're right. <<bellinda "OK. I get it.">> she says. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<you "If you are willing to take our sessions seriously and give your situation an unemotional and unbiased examination, I think you'll realize that a lot of your fears and anxieties are all in your head.">> you say. She thinks for a moment. She's 90% of the way there, you just need to push her that last 10%. <<you "So are you going to be an adult about this and work with me? Or are you just going to keep being a child and irrationally whine and yell?">> you ask, sternly. <<bellinda "I'll be an adult. I'm sorry I acted like a child...sir.">> she says. She actually smiles at you a little. You've gotten her there; to the place where she can see her situation without the clouds of emotion fogging up her judgement. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<you "Bellinda, this is real progress you made today. I know I was hard on you, but now that you aren't letting your emotions direct your decision-making, I think we can work together to help you move past your break-up.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "That's all we have time for today.">> you tell her. <<bellinda "OK, sir. Thank you for...well for...just, thank you.">> she says. <<you "You're welcome, Bellinda">> you reply. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>The day is coming to a close. You pack up your things, head out of your office, and <<if $kristen.intro==4>><<link "catch the campus shuttle bus to head home." "monday 2-kristen23">><</link>><<else>><<link "catch the campus shuttle bus to head home." "monday 2-arrivehome">><</link>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/changeclothes.jpg" alt="changing clothes" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cacciatore.jpg" alt="chicken cacciatore" class="left"> <</nobr>>As the campus shuttle bus drops you off at your apartment complex, you think back on everything that has happened here on the island in the short time you've been here. You wonder what may have happened if you made different choices. How differently could things have turned out. If you had the opportunity to go back and relive your story...would you do it? It would be nice to have the option, at least. You walk slowly towards your apartment, enjoying the evening air. It really is a nice little apartment complex, you think. You're lucky the Marshals were able to set you up in a place like this. You reach your apartment and head inside. You change into some more comfortable clothes. Through the wall, you can hear muffled music playing from your neighbor's apartment. The walls really are thin, you think to yourself. After you change, you heat up some leftovers from last night and plop down on your couch, enjoying them while watching a little tv. It's nice to relax a bit at the end of the day. You finish up your dinner, clean the dishes, and by that time, the show you were watching is over. You lounge around your apartment for a while. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Not really.">> you say, trying to sound convincing. She may sense your bullshit. <<bellinda "You don't?">> she asks. You figure since you already lied, you might as well stick with your story. <<you "No. Look, girls like that are overrated. And they're annoying. And they're self-centered.">> you say. She still looks unconvinced. <<you "And another thing...I don't really think that guys like girls like that. I think it's some weird psychological thing because they didn't get breast fed...">> you say. She's actually looking even less convinced now. <<you "Or maybe they got breast fed too much...">> you say. She's totally not buying it. <<bellinda "You're lying!">> she yells. <<bellinda "I can tell when people are lying! Why would you lie to me?!">> she asks. Well...this may have backfired. <<you "Bellinda...I'm not...I wasn't trying to lie, per se...">> <<bellinda "Per se?! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!">> she yells. Yikes. This is trouble. <<bellindatrustLose 1>> <<bellindalustLose 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3c21">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Bellind, I apologize. That was a bit insensitive. I know that the emotions from your break-up are still pretty raw. Will you let me try this again?">> you ask. She keeps frowning, but nods. <<you "Thank you. What I should have said is that it's going to take more than just some compliments for you to move on from this break-up in a healthy way.">> you say. She eyes you suspiciously. <<bellinda "What do you mean by that?">> she asks. <<you "Well, you've been through a trauma. And it happened recently. And you're kinda stuck here on this island without any support system. That can be a tough way to try to get through difficult times like this. I want you to think of me as your support system.">> you say. She smiles at you a little. <<you "I really do want to help you out here, but sometimes I'll need to use a little brutal honesty to do that.">> you say. <<bellinda "Well...I guess that's OK. But can you maybe...can you warm up to it a little next time?">> she asks. You chuckle. <<you "Yes, Bellinda. Again, I'm sorry I was a little rude.">> <<bellinda "It's OK. Sometimes I get mad...like too mad. My last therapist told me I have a 'pattern of behaviour.'">> she says. <<you "Meaning you get upset easily?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Yeah, I guess. We never really got a chance to talk more about it, cause I had to come here.">> she says. <<you "So you were making progress with your therapist, but you suddenly had to stop because you were sent to Harrington?">> you ask. You know the answer, but you want to hear it from Bellinda. <<bellinda "Yeah. I...when I was...">> she's having trouble saying whatever she wants to say. You give her a reassuring look. <<bellinda "It's hard to talk about this stuff.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "I know it is. Probably especially hard to tell some stupid, old idiot who was just rude to you.">> you say. She giggles at your joke. You're making progress. <<bellinda "Well, I forgive you for that. But it's still hard...it hurts to talk about it.">> she says. <<you "Bellinda, I know we don't really know each other, but I want you to know two things: first, I really am here to be a support system for you or any other student who needs some help, advice, or just someone to listen. That's my job. That's my responsibility, and I take it very seriously. Second, anything you say to me is completely confidential. It's between you and me and it will stay that way.">> you say. She smiles at you and judging from he body language, she seems more at ease now. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<bellinda "OK.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3c31">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Well, I've never seen this other girl, but if I'm honest...I do like women with her...physical attributes.">> you say. The hopeful smile drops from her face and she frowns at you. <<bellinda "Great. So what am I supposed to do now? I thought you were going to help me?!">> she says. She's starting to get agitated. You feel you should explain yourself. <<you "Bellinda, just because I like girls who look like that, doesn't mean that's the ONLY type of girl I like.">> you say. She looks at you, waiting for you to continue. <<you "And I think a lot of guys are like me. Look, sure there are SOME guys who only like a specific type of woman. Hell, I had this buddy back in college, we called him Sharkey...">> you say. She gives you a funny look. <<you "It was just a nickname we gave him after he went swimming without-">> you stop. <<you "You know what? That's a long story. But the point is, Sharkey only liked girls with HUGE tits. But that was Sharkey. I knew a ton of other guys who liked all different kinds of girls. And I like all different kinds of girls too. So from my experience, you're wrong about guys all liking big tits. I just don't think it's true.">> you say. She's smiling at you now. <<bellinda "So...do you really think that guys would want to go out with me?">> she asks. <<you "Bellinda...it may be inappropriate for me to say this, but I'm going to say it anyway. Promise you won't tell anyone?">> you ask with a smile. She smiles back. <<bellinda "I promise!">> she says. <<you "If I were ten years younger...I would have already asked you out.">> you say. She giggles with delight and blushes. <<bellindalustGain 1>> <<bellinda "You would?">> she asks. <<you "Well, maybe...I was kind of a dork back then. Actually, I probably would have been too intimidated to ask you. But I DEFINITELY would have wanted to.">> you say. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3c11">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindasad.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Well what do you want, Bellinda? You want me to just say nice things and blow smoke up your ass, just so you can feel better right now? Or do you really want me to help you? Because I can tell you right now, if I just tell you what you want to hear, you'll feel better for maybe a day, but you'll be right back in here tomorrow with the same problem. Is that what you want?">> you ask. You give her a stern look. She loses the frown. She looks down at her feet. <<bellinda "No sir.">> she says, quietly. <<you "Look I can't have you just in here yelling at me. It's disrespectful. And you also can't just think that a few compliments are going to make you all better. What we do in here is WORK. And just like any work, it's going to be hard, and it's going to take time. Is that understood?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Yes sir.">> she says. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<you "Good. I think you're a good girl, Bellinda. But you need to show some respect, and be a little more thankful to the people who are trying to help you.">> you say. She nods her understanding. <<bellinda "Yes sir. I'm sorry. I just get so mad sometimes...and I feel like I can't control it.">> she says. <<you "Well that's something we can work on in these sessions.">> you say. She smiles again for the first time. <<bellinda "OK. I'd like that...sir.">> she says. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3c41">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda12.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda3.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda6.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/fingering.gif" alt="fingering" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whispering" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>She looks at you with a certain...determination in her expression. You're trying to figure it out what she's thinking when she makes it abundantly clear. She lifts up her skirt, revealing her cute, little panties. <<bellinda "So...why exactly would you have to be ten years younger to ask me out?">> she asks. OH BOY...WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO?!?! <<you "Uhhhh....Bellinda...I think....Ummmmm...">> you stammer. She seems to notice the effect she's having on you, and she likes it. She starts gently rubbing her pussy through her panties. <<bellinda "What's wrong, Professor?">> she asks, coyly. All the blood needed to make your brain work has escaped! It's all in your cock now. But your cock is not the body part that currently needs it. <<you "Bellinda...you should...I don't think...">> you just can't seem to get the thought out, so she seems to take over. <<bellinda "Good! Don't think!">> she says. Then she stands up and takes off her skirt and her top, revealing her adorable little breasts. You stare wide eyed at her, nearly naked, standing in front of you in your office, rubbing her body and looking at you with horny eyes. <<you "Bellinda, what are you doing?">> you manage to ask. She sits down and pulls her panties to the side, spreading her pussy for you. <<bellinda "You know exactly what I'm doing, Professor.">> she says. Then she puts on an innocent, little smile and says, <<bellinda "You can touch me if you want to.">> YOU WANT TO! YOU WANT TO! YOU WANT TO! You know it could be the end of your new career and your new life if this gets out, but you're pretty sure Bellinda will keep this quiet...right? RIGHT?! You stand up and walk over to her. You have a huge boner tenting your pants, and she sees it, but you're definitely past the point of caring now. <<bellinda "Put your fingers in me, Professor. I want you to feel how tight my pussy is.">> she says. There's no way you're gonna let her down, so you do it. You put two fingers in her wet, little snatch and start sliding them in and out of her. She moans a little at first, then she looks at you and smiles. After a few strokes, you remove your fingers. <<bellinda "So...what do you think?">> she asks. You still have precious little blood in your brain. You focus hard to try to make your mouth speak words. You don't really have the ability to say anything witty, so you go with direct and honest instead. <<you "Bellinda...your pussy is so tight. It feels so good.">> you say. She giggles, grabs your hand and sucks her juices off your fingers. Then she leans in and whispers in your ear. <<bellinda "Just imagine what it would feel like on your cock.">> she says, as she reaches out and rubs your boner through your pants. <<bellindalustGain 1>> Suddenly you snap to your senses. <<you "Bellinda, we CAN'T do this!">> you say. She smiles at you and starts to put her clothes back on. <<bellinda "Do you mean we can't do this, or we can't do this HERE?">> she asks. You struggle to answer. She seizes the opportunity. <<bellinda "Don't worry, Professor. I understand. This will be our little secret.">> she says with a wink. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's really pissed now. Seems like she has some trust issues. Lying was a bad idea. <<you "Bellinda, I'm sorry I wasn't completely truthful.">> you say. <<bellinda "So you think you can just apologize and that makes everything OK?!">> she yells. <<you "Well...I think that-">> she cuts you off. <<bellinda "I came in her because I thought I could trust you! What the fuck did you think would happen if you lied to me?!">> <<you "Bellinda, I apologize-">> she cuts you off again. <<bellinda "FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR APOLOGIES!!" I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!">> she screams. She gets up and rushes out the door, crying. <<bellindalustLose 1>> YOU FUCKED UP. [[CONTINUE|monday 2-counseling3-end]]

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindacry.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"><img src="images/monday2/gavel.jpg" alt="gavel" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindasad.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<bellinda "I just feel like my whole world is collapsing, and there's nothing I can do about it.">> she says. You look at her and nod, encouraging her to continue. She does. <<bellinda "Everything was going really good just a few months ago...">> she says. You definitely know the feeling. <<bellinda "I had a great boyfriend, I had a scholarship to college, my mom was still a bitch, but that's just her. I thought I could finally get away from her and start a new life.">> she says. <<you "And then what happened?">> you ask. She starts to get choked up thinking about it. <<bellinda "It just all fell apart. I hit that poor man with my car...I ...I killed him.">> she says, as a tear rolls down her cheek. <<bellinda "I felt so guilty. And I thought, for once, my mother would just be like a real mom...and just help me, you know? I thought maybe she would just tell me that everything was going to be OK...even though I knew it wasn't.">> she says. <<you "What did she do?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Fucking NOTHING!">> she yells. <<bellinda "That bitch didn't even bail me out of jail.">> she says. Damn, you think...that's pretty fucking cold. Bellinda continues. <<bellinda "I had to go through the whole court case with some stupid public defender who only talked to me for like 15 minutes. He wanted me to plead guilty and I was going to go to prison! But then the judge actually recommended I come here instead.">> she says. Wow, you think, she's lucky she got a judge with a heart. <<you "And then what happened after you came here?">> you ask. She wipes a tear from her eye. <<bellinda "My STUPID boyfriend said that he'd wait for me. He said that he'd be there for me, cause he knew how hard this was for me. AND I FUCKING BELIEVED HIM! Then he just texted me and said we should see other people. FUCKING TEXTED ME!">> she yells. <<bellinda "I can't believe I was so stupid...">> she says, looking down in shame. <<you "Bellinda, I know it was hard for you to talk about that, but I think you've made some progress already.">> you say. <<you "You blamed your boyfriend for breaking up with you. You didn't say that it was because you aren't...well-endowed.">> you say. She smiles a little. <<you "I think you really know that he didn't break up with you because of that, he did it because he's a horny idiot.">> you say. She giggles. She looks really cute when she's happy. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<bellinda "Do you really think so?">> she asks. <<you "Yes, I do. But that's not the point. The point is that, deep down, YOU think so too.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "Look, when you're so deep in the shit, emotionally speaking, it's hard to even imagine a way out. It's hard to even remember what it was like to feel happy. But you're doing that right now. You remember what you felt like before all of this happened, and that's good. It gives you something to look forward to, because I can tell you right now...if we can keep making progress like this, you will be happy again, Bellinda.">> you say. She seems really pleased by this. <<bellinda "I hope so.">> she says. <<you "Trust me, Bellinda, given time, we'll get you there. I promise I won't give up on you.">> <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindasad.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "OK, Bellinda. We're going to try something here. You will need to listen carefully to the questions I'm going to ask you.">> you tell her. She nods. <<you "When you answer me, I want you to really think about what I'm asking you, and don't just react emotionally. You'll have the urge to get angry and defensive, but when you feel like that, take a breath and really THINK about the quesiton. Do you understand?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Yes sir.">> she says with a little smile. You're starting to get through to her. This tough love thing is working pretty well, you think. <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<you "Why did your boyfriend break up with you?">> you ask. It's a pretty big, whopper of a first question, but better to get it over with now. She looks like she might start yelling again, then she stops herself and you can see her thinking. <<bellinda "Because he wanted to see other people.">> she says. She's getting there. At least she didn't say "because I have a-cup titties." <<you "That's was his excuse...but why do you think he wanted to see other people?">> you ask. She looks sad. <<bellinda "Because I'm just a little, skinny, flat nothing. And he likes girls with big tits...like his neighbor.">> she says. <<you "But if that were the case, Bellinda, why didn't he break up with you sooner?">> you ask. She looks confused. <<bellinda "What do you mean?">> she asks. <<you "You said he broke up with you because he liked the neighbor girls tits better than yours. But you two were happy together, by all accounts, before your accident, and coming to Harrington, right?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Yeah...I thought we were.">> she says. <<you "So he could have dumped you back then and gone out with his neighbor. I mean, you said it yourself, she was always hitting on him. If he really liked her more, why did he wait until you were a thousand miles away before he broke up with you? Why didn't he do it a long time ago?">> you ask. You can see you've really got her thinking now. <<bellinda "He was a nice guy. Maybe...maybe he didn't want to hurt me?">> she says. <<you "Bellinda, 'nice guys' don't break up with their long-term girlfriends in a text.">> you say. This seems to have an impact on her. <<bellinda "Are you saying that he didn't really like his neighbor more than me?">> she asks. <<you "Yes.">> you reply. She thinks some more. <<bellinda "Did he dump me just because he...because we weren't having sex?">> BINGO! <<you "Bellinda, I think you hit the nail on the head.">> you say. She thinks for a moment. <<bellinda "What a fucking asshole!">> she yells. You chuckle a little. <<you "See, Bellinda, the kind of progress we can make when you trust me and follow my lead?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Yes sir! Thank you sir!">> she says with a smile. <<bellindatrustGain 1>> <<bellindaobedienceGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-counseling3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday234.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday232.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're determined to let this little bitch know how you feel. You were just joking around, then she had to take it too far. Now you're out one smartphone, and she should buy you a new one. As you get closer to her, she glares at you. <<you "You owe me a new phone!">> you tell her. She looks at you incredulously. <<maria "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?!">> she yells. You yell right back. <<you "YES I AM FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!!">> <<maria "Why the fuck would I buy you a new phone? You basically tried to sexually assault me yesterday. You're lucky you still have your balls, asshole!">> she yells. What a fucking cunt! How dare she make this out to be your fault. Sexual assualt?!?! Is she fucking kidding?! <<you "You think that was sexual assault?! Bitch...if I was trying to sexually assault you...YOU'D KNOW IT!!">> you say. YEAH! THAT'LL TEACH HER! She stands up, takes two steps towards you, and knees you straight in the junk. You crumple to the ground. You lie there in the fetal position, crying and moaning, for about 15 minutes. She may have won this battle...but the war is far from over. Now it's time to go ice your nuts.<<set $maria.second=5>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday234.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday232.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday235.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday233.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's sitting there frowning at you. She looks annoyed. You think about what it's going to be like living in the same apartment complex with this woman. You'll be sharing the common area, the pool, the laundry room, and a whole bunch of other stuff with her. You'll likely see her every day. And...god forbid she works at Harrington too...you should probably nip this problem in the bud and just apologize to her right now. You approach slowly, smiling, and trying not to look threatening. She glares at you when you get close. <<maria "Lemme guess...you're here to push me into a mud puddle? Or maybe you just want to cop a feel, like you tried last night?">> <<you "No, I'm here to apologize.">> you say. She doesn't look convinced. You've got some work to do here. <<you "I'm kind of a dumb asshole sometimes. And I think things are going to be funny...until I realize, often far too late, that they are not.">> you say. <<maria "So you thought you'd just grope a stranger, like as a funny joke?!">> she asks. <<you "I'm really sorry. I wasn't trying to grope you. I thought it would be a funny icebreaker if I pretended I was going to push you into the pool. I thought we'd both have a good laugh, and then maybe we'd hit it off.">> you say. Hearing it out loud, you realize just how dumb of an idea it was, and the expression on her face confirms it. <<maria "Let me give you a little tip. WOMEN DON'T LIKE STRANGE MEN SNEAKING UP AND GRABBING THEM FROM BEHIND!">> she yells. <<you "I know. And I thought about that last night in the moments between when you hip tossed me, and when I hit the water.">> you say. <<you "If it makes you feel any better, my phone was in my pocket, and now I think it's broken.">> you say. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at you, but she also smiles, just a little. <<maria "Well...yes. That does make me feel better.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "Look, I just wanted to apologize. We're probably going to be seeing each other a lot, and I wanted to try to smooth things over. I promise I will try my best not to be a dumbass any more.">> you say. She chuckles a little. <<maria "OK. Apology accepted.">> she says. <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName, by the way.">> you say. <<maria "Maria.">> she replies. <<you "Nice to meet you.">> you say. She nods back. <<you "Well, that was it. Have a nice night.">> <<maria "You too.">> she says, politely.<<set $maria.second=6>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday234.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday232.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday235.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday233.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide you should try to talk to her. She essentially told you that's what you should have done yesterday...and that's what you should do, "next time," as well. Time to do it. You walk up to her and smile. <<you "Maria, right?">> you ask. She gives you a little smile. <<maria "So...he talks.">> she says. You keep smiling and blush a little. You're pretty embarrased that you didn't have the courage to talk to her yesterday. <<you "I talk, yes.">> you say. She giggles a little. This is a good sign, you think. <<maria "So why was that so hard last night?">> she asks. <<you "I don't know. I'm usually much more debonaire, but recently...I've been a little off my game.">> you say. She giggles again. <<you "It didn't have anything to do with you, just so you know. I really wanted to talk to you, but I was...intimidated, I guess.">> you say. <<maria "Well, I guess that makes me feel better.">> she says with a smile. <<maria "Am I really that intimidating?">> she asks. You look at her in disbelief. She must realize how fucking hot she is...right? <<you "Well...I guess I just get a little nervous around beautiful women.">> you say. She giggles more and starts to blush. <<you "They always seem to go for the super confident guys who basically ignore them. At least I got the ignore part right. I just have to work on the confident part.">> you say. She laughs. <<maria "Well, you're right. A lot of girls like guys who are confident. But that doesn't mean we don't like the cute, shy guys too!">> she says. Now it's your turn to blush. There's a long pause in the conversation. You can't, for the life of you, think what to say next. She just sits there smiling at you. <<you "See? This is what I mean. I can't fucking think of what to say next!!">> you say with exasperation. She laughs again. <<you "It's so fucking awkward now! I'm just gonna go.">> you say. You start to get up and she stands up too. She grabs your arm to stop you from leaving. <<maria "Don't go. I wasn't laughing at you.">> she says. You look at her as if you don't believe her. <<maria "OK, maybe I was just a little bit. But that's good. I think you're funny. And when you're all nervous like this around me...it's adorable!">> she says. <<you "So you don't think I'm a dork?">> you ask. <<maria "No, I think you're a dork. But you're a cute, funny, friendly dork. And I like that!">> she says. <<nobr>><<link "''//You smile and shake your head.//''">><<set $maria.note6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "Well, I guess I'll take that as a compliment.">> you say. She leans closer to you. You can feel her big, soft breasts pressing against your chest. She whispers in your ear, <<maria "Good. It was.">> she says. Then she gives you a little kiss on the cheek and heads off towards her apartment. You stand there, bewildered. Then you remember that you, again, forgot to tell her your name. <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName!">> you yell after her. <<maria "I know! I heard you last night!">> she yells back. That went better than expected.<<set $maria.second=7>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday235.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday232.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday234.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday233.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You really want to talk to this woman, but she's about the most intimidating woman you've ever seen. She's hotter than the white-hot center of the sun, and even though she basically told you last night that she wanted you to talk to her, you just cant muster up the courage to do anything but wave at her and sit down at another table. After a few moments, she gets up and sits down at the table with you. Now you're REALLY intimidated. You're trying to think of what to say, when she speaks first. <<maria "Do you have something against me?">> she asks. You can't believe she would think that. <<you "NO! Of course not!">> you say, adamantly. She smiles at you. <<maria "Wow! I got you to talk!">> she says with a big smile. You blush. This is pretty embarrassing. You don't really know what to say next. <<maria "Are you scared to talk to me?">> she asks. You are. But you don't want her to know that. Then you think, fuck it. She clearly already knows it. <<you "Yeah. A little.">> you say, timidly. She laughs. <<maria "Am I really that scary?">> she asks. <<you "Well, not like psycho slasher scary...but you're...intimidating.">> you say. <<maria "Why would you say that?">> she asks. There's a look of disbelief on her face. Either she's really good at fishing for compliments, or she actually doesn't realize that she's fucking gorgeous. Either way, you've had enough. <<you "Do you really have to ask that? Do you OWN a mirror? You are, perhaps, the MOST beautiful woman I've ever seen. When I even think about talking to you, I get nervous. Like ACTUAL FLOP-SWEAT NERVOUS! I'm sure it's easy for you to just talk to anyone you want, but for guys like me...it's a little more complicated.">> you say. She's no longer smiling. She looks surprised. You got a little heated there. You should probably apologize. <<you "I'm sorry I just exploded there.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<maria "Are you kidding me? That was great! How long have you been holding all that in?">> she asks. <<you "From the first moment you looked at me by the pool.">> you say. She giggles and blushes. <<maria "Well, did it feel good to get that out?">> she asks. <<you "Yeah. A little.">> you say. She stands up from the table, walks around to your side, and gives you a little kiss on the cheek. <<maria "You did good, $you.fakefirstName. Keep it up.">> she says. You sit there, flabbergasted by the fact that she kissed you. You watch her walk out of the courtyard and around the corner to her apartment. <<nobr>><<link "''//Then you suddenly realize...she knows your name!//''">><<set $maria.note7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She must have heard it last night. You still feel a little dorky...but much better than you did before this little conversation. Maybe you can make something happen with Maria after all. <<set $maria.second=8>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday232.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday234.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday238.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You look at this horny, big-tittied minx eyefucking you from across the table. You're pretty sure you could make her do just about anything at this point. <<you "So you want me to be in charge, huh?">> you ask. She puts on a cute, innocent expression. <<maria "Yes sir.">> she says, obediently. FUCK YEAH. This girl is game! <<you "Are you my little fuckslave?">> you ask. She smiles at you and you notice her start breathing more heavily and gently, instinctively caressing her body with her fingers. <<maria "Yes...Master.">> she says. Damn, you think...looks like Maria's played this game before. <<you "Then take me to your apartment, fuckslave.">> you say. She jumps up and grabs you by the hand. She starts almost running to her apartment, dragging you behind. <<you "STOP!">> you bark. She obediently complies. <<you "Walk normally. I'm going to make you wait for your fun.">> you say. She nods. <<maria "Yes Master.">> she says. The two of you walk, calmly and slowly over to her apartment. At this pace, the sexual tension between you grows exponentially. You reach her apartment and she lets you inside. It's a very nice apartment with a clean and modern design asthetic. You stand in the living room with Maria. She's waiting for you to command her. She's so fucking horny that she's rubbing herself through her shorts. You can see a dark spot on her crotch as her wet pussy begins to soak them with her juices. You let her wait for a few moments. <<you "You are being such a good little fuckslave.">> you tell her. <<maria "Thank you, Master.">> she says. You're guessing from the way she immedeiately called you master, unprompted, that she's pretty into this shit. She may even have some toys for you both to play with. Time to find out. <<you "I know you've done this before.">> you say. She giggles and looks down at the floor. <<you "Go and get the toys and bring them out here.">> you say, calmly. She squeals with delight and runs off down the hallway. You look around at the living room. It looks very nice and clean. Not for long, you think. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday233.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday231.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "You know...you call me naughty...">> you say. She smiles at you. <<you "But what does that make you?">> you ask. <<maria "What do you mean?! I'm a good girl!">> she says. You like where this is going. <<you "I think you ACT like a good girl out here...where everyone can see you...">> you say. She smiles. She likes where this is going too. <<you "But I bet you're a naughty girl behind closed doors.">> you say. She giggles, then puts on a mock indignant expression. <<maria "I am not! I'm a good girl! I swear!">> she pleads. You start to stand up, as if to leave. <<you "But I don't want a good girl.">> you say. She stands up too and grabs you by the arm. <<maria "Don't go! I'll be whatever you want me to be. I promise.">> she says. You look right at her. There's lust in her expression as she gazes back a you with those sexy, brown eyes. <<you "You want to be my naughty girl?">> you ask. She bites her lip and nods at you. <<you "How about you show me how naughty you can be.">> you say. She wastes no time. She practically runs to her apartment, dragging you behind her. When you arrive at her door, she pulls you towards her and levels a desperately horny kiss on you. Her tongue invades and swirls around inside your mouth. She rubs you cock through your pants. Shit, you think...we haven't even made it inside yet! She separates from the kiss, but leans in and whispers in your ear. <<maria "I'm your naughty girl tonight. I'll do whatever you want me to.">> she says. Then she sticks her tongue out and starts licking the inside of your ear. This is all happening out on her front step...in full view of the other apartments. You wonder if anyone is watching...then again...you don't really care. She stops tongue fucking your ear, opens the door, and pulls you inside. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday231.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Maria...listen. It's pretty late, and I have to get up early tomorrow...">> you say as you get up to leave. She looks at you in disbelief. You double down on the joke. <<you "And, to be honest...I don't think that gorgeous, exotic women with big, perfect breasts are really my type...">> you say with a little smile. She sees right through your little rouse, but she plays along. She smiles back at you. <<maria "Yeah...you're right. It is pretty late. And I'm not really into cute, funny, charming guys either.">> she says. How far are each of you willing to take this little joke, you wonder. <<you "Well...it was fun while it lasted, right?">> you say. <<maria "Yeah, maybe we should just be friends.">> she replies. <<you "So, maybe it's best if we just say goodnight then.">> you tell her. <<maria "Yeah, you're probably right.">> she says. You both stand there, awkwardly. She extends her hand for a handshake. She's really going for it with this joke. You reach out and shake her hand. As you do, she pulls you close to her and whispers in your ear. <<maria "$you.fakefirstName, if you don't come to my apartment right now and fuck my brains out...I will NEVER give you another chance.">> she says. She sounds serious. <<you "Yes ma'am!">> you say. She gives you a playful, little slap on the face. <<maria "Good choice. Let's go!">> she says. You smile at her and follow her around the corner to her apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1c1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday233.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/wine.jpg" alt="wine" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariakiss.jpeg" alt="maria kissing you" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday2314.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Well...I guess it would be rude for me not to let you thank me properly.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<you "Lead the way.">> you say. She stands up and takes you by the hand. You follow her to her apartment. You both go inside and she closes the door behind you. You look around for a moment. It's a nice enough apartment, with clean, modern design. She notices you looking. <<maria "You like it?">> she asks. <<you "Yes, it's very nice. Nicer than my place.">> you say. <<maria "I designed it myself.">> she replies. <<you "It has a lot of character. My place came furnished, so it's kinda boring...but it works.">> you say. She leaves you in the living room while she goes to the kitchen. She returns a minute later with some wine. You both sit for a few minutes, drinking your wine. She cuddles up with you on the couch. <<maria "Thank you for making me fell better.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "Maria, it was my pleasure. You're a really sweet girl, and I don't like seeing you sad. You deserve to be happy.">> you say. She puts her hand on your cheek and leans in, planting a soft, sensual kiss on your lips. You two kiss and caress each other's bodies. The action is becoming ever steamier, when she pulls away. She stands up and takes your hand, standing you up as well. <<you "What are we doing?">> you ask. <<maria "I still have to thank you!">> she says with a grin. <<you "But I thought that's what you were doing.">> you say. She giggles and blushes. <<maria "No. I need to really thank you. Come with me.">> she says. <<you "OHHH...OK. I think I get it.">> you say. She laughs at you and pulls on your arm. <<maria "Come on, silly!">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1d1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday236.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday237.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Maria returns with more toys and decidedly less clothes than before. In fact, she's only wearing her panties now. You take a good look at her beautiful body, highlighted by her stunning, huge, natural tits. She's brought a basket into the living room. She places the basket down on the coffee table, then steps back and waits dutifully. You take a look in the basket. Inside there are black leather and chain restraints for both her wrists and her ankles, a cat-o'-nine-tails, a riding crop, and a pair of nipple clamps connected by a pink chain. <<nobr>><<link "''//Yep...she's done this before alright.//''">><<set $maria.note8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Time to get this party started! <<maria "Do they please you, Master?">> she asks. <<you "Quiet!">> you yell. She immediately looks a the floor. You can't see her face, but you assume she's smiling, and trying to hide it. <<you "You will not speak unless spoken to, fuckslave. Is that understood?">> you ask. <<maria "Yes Master.">> she says. <<you "Good. Now be a good little fuckslave and put on your shackles.">> you say. She pulls the restraints out of the basket and takes a minute to put them on. Then, taking little steps with the ankle chains on, she moves back to her previous position and awaits your orders. You walk over to the basket and take out the cat-o'-nine-tails. You walk over to Maria and start circling her like a shark. You take the cat and smack her right on the ass with it several times. She winces and lets out a little yelp with each hit. She looks at you with scared little eyes, her bottom lip quivering. She's doing a real good job playing her part. You grab her face under her chin and pull it towards you. She whimpers and shivers. You look her in the eyes. <<you "On your knees, fuckslave!">> you bark. <<maria "Yes Master.">> she says. As she kneels down, you strip out of your clothes, put down the cat on the coffee table, and spread the remaining toys out next to it. You want to make sure they are easily accessible for what's about to happen. Maria stares, lustily, at your hard cock. <<you "Open your mouth, fuckslave.">> you command. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday239.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday2311.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday2310.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Once you're both inside, she slams the door shut behind you and immediately takes off her top, revealing her two, PERFECT breasts. The are works of art. Large and soft, but somehow young and perky at the same time. You take a moment to just admire them. She looks at you with fiery desire. You know what you need to do. You start stripping off your clothes, and she does too. You both frantically get naked, and start clumsily making out with each other. Your hands are all over each other's bodies. In this fashion, you make your way into her apartment living room. <<maria "What do you want me to be tonight, $you.fakefirstName?">> she asks breathlessly. <<you "I want you to be my nasty little bad girl!">> you say. She giggles with delight. <<maria "I've been such a bad little girl...I think you need to teach me a lesson, Professor.">> she says, testing the waters. <<nobr>><<link "''//You're game if she is!//''">><<set $maria.note9=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "You have. You've been a nasty little slut! Spreading that pussy for all the boys. I'm VERY disappointed in you!">> you say, in a stern voice. She looks ashamed. <<maria "I'm sorry, Professor!">> she says. <<you "Sorry isn't going to cut it, young lady!">> you say. <<maria "What are you going to do to me?">> she asks, already knowing the answer. <<you "I'm going to have to fuck you until you don't ever want another dick ever again.">> you say. <<you "It's the only way you'll learn!">> <<maria "But Professor...we can't do that...can we?">> she asks, innocently. <<you "It's the only way you'll learn.">> you repeat. She nods at you, nervously. <<you "Now get on your knees.">> you say. <<maria "OK Sir.">> she says. She drops to her knees and you put your erect cock right in front of her. She puts her lips around it and gets this whole thing kicked off. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1b2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <img src="images/maria/mariakiss.jpeg" alt="maria kissing you" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday231.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>She pulls you inside and closes the door behind you. You take a quick look around. It's a nice, modern apartment, with a clean design. Before you can compliment it, Maria starts kissing you. Her tongue is dancing around the inside of your mouth as she grabs your ass firmly with both hands. She starts grinding her crotch against yours, and you can feel your dick getting hard. You also feel a pressure building in your bladder. You've really gotta go. And if you don't do it now... You separate yourself from Maria. She looks at you. <<maria "What's wrong?">> she asks, breathlessly. <<you "I'm sorry, but I really need to use the bathroom.">> you say. She gives you a bit of a frustrated look. You don't blame her, you're kinda killing the mood...but, when you gotta go, you gotta go. She points down the hall. <<maria "Last door on the right.">> she says. <<you "Thank you!">> you reply and hurry down the hallway. You hear her behind you laughing at your little pee-pee run. You get there just in time to drain your bladder. Dear god it feels good. Afterwards, you wash your hands, and steal a swig of mouthwash. Better to be minty fresh, if you can, right? You exit the bathroom and start to head back to the living room when you hear Maria's voice from the room across the hall. <<maria "I'm in here, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. You head into the room, and there it is, on the first Monday of your new life in your new hometown, that you see the most wonderful thing you've ever seen. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1c2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday2313.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday2315.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>She leads you down the hallway and into her bedroom. She takes off her shirt, revealing a skimpy, peach undershirt beneath. It's skin-tight and her enormous, natural tits are threatening to overflow it at any moment. She looks at you, seductively, when she notices you staring at her chest. This girl is so FUCKING HOT! And it seems like she knows it. She sits down on the bed and motions for you to come to her. You walk over and she starts to untuck your shirt and unbuckle your pants. You smile at her and she smiles back. You gaze down upon her beautiful breasts again. You can't seem to help yourself. She again notices you looking and giggles a little. <<maria "You seem to be really interested in something, huh?">> she asks. You blush a little. <<you "Can you blame me?">> you ask. She laughs and looks down at her tits. She squeezes them together and they begin to mushroom out of her top. <<maria "They are pretty spectacular, huh?">> she says. <<nobr>><<link "''//You couldn't agree more.//''">><<set $maria.note11=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "So is this part of the "proper" thank you?">> you ask. She smiles at you and starts to expose her breasts. <<maria "Oh we're just getting started, baby.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1d2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday231.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday232.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday233.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday234.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday235.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday236.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You grab Maria's head with both hands, and slam your cock all the way down her throat. Her eyes bulge as she takes your entire length. you start to hammer her throat, hard and deep. With every stroke, she makes a wet, gagging sound. She puts her hands on your knees to steady herself, but manages to take each thrust without issue. Spit and slobber drip from her mouth. Her drool runs down her chin and onto her chest, collecting on her tits. They bounce with every thrust and little flecks of her slobber fly off and paint the living room furniture. You thrust deeply, one more time, then pull your cock out and let her breathe. She gasps several times, more slobber and spit dripping from her mouth. <<you "Good job, little fuckslave.">> you say. She's still gasping for air, but manages to reply. <<maria "Thank you, Master.">> she says. You grab her hair with one hand and start facefucking her again. You pick up the cat and start whipping her on the back and ass as she deepthroats your shaft. With every strike, she whimpers and moans. You can actually feel the vibrations of her vocal cords on your cock. You look down at your little fuckslave's tits. They're swaying back and forth as you pummel her sloppy throat and whip her perfect, round ass. You would really like to fuck those tits. Good thing you're in charge here. You pull your cock out of her mouth, releasing a river of drool down her chest. You rub it all over her tits for lube. <<you "Use your tits, fuckslave!">> you command. She pulls your cock in between them and squeezes them together. She bounces up and down, sliding her soft tits around on your turgid member. You continue whipping her ass with the cat-o'-nine-tails. She grimaces with every hit but keeps titfucking you. You can feel the chain between her wrists rubbing against your cock as well. <<you "Are you a good fuckslave?">> you ask. <<maria "Yes Master!">> she wails. <<you "Whose fuckslave are you?">> you ask. <<maria "I'm $you.fakefirstName's fuckslave!">> she moans. Fuckin' right you are. You grab her by the hair, spin her around and push her face into the couch. Before she even knows what's happening, you're in her wet pussy, hammering away at it from behind. She cries out, screams of passion and pleasure, as you pummel her tight slit. Her tits sway beneath her and her ass jiggles as it slaps against your body. She holds on tightly to the couch cushion and looks over her shoulder. <<you "You've been a good little fuckslave.">> you say. <<you "You may take of the shackles.">> you tell her. She smiles, breathlessly and does as she's told. You lie down on the couch and she straddles you. She bounces up and down on your cock as you thrust steadily from beneath her. She rubs her clit, ferociously while you pound her. <<maria "OH FUCK!! FUCK ME, MASTER!!">> she screams. You grab the riding crop from the coffee table and start smacking her nipples with it. <<you "DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO!">> you yell, accentuating each word with a smack. <<maria "YES MASTER!!">> she screams. You push her off you and flip her onto her back. You grab the nipple clamps and put them on her. She winces in pain. You slide into her pussy and thrust forcefully as you pull on the chain, tugging at her nipples and making her cry out. <<you "TAKE IT!! TAKE THAT COCK, FUCKSLAVE!!">> you yell. She just moans and wails. You're getting very close to cumming right now. You yank the nipple clamps off of her and she screams in pleasure and pain. <<linkreplace "Time to cum.">>Time to cum. <div class="centered-video"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday237.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> You pull out just in time to spray your load all over her body. Spurt after spurt of sticky, white cum rains down on her as she tries to catch some of it in her horny mouth. When you finally finish, she looks up at you, lustily. <<you "Here's your reward, fuckslave.">> you say. You spit on her cunt then shove your fingers in it, forcefully rubbing her g-spot until she squirts all over herself. When she's done, you stick your fingers in her mouth and she obediently cleans all her juices off. She lies there, unable to move, paralyzed by orgasmic bliss. You start to put your clothes back on. She watches you. When you're done, you look around the living room. <<you "Clean up your mess, fuckslave.">> you say, then head for the door. As you're leaving, you hear her say, <<maria "Yes...Master.">><<set $maria.second=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<mariacorruptionGain 1>> <<marialoyaltyGain 1>> [[CONTINUE|monday 2-end]]<</linkreplace>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2315.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2316.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2317.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2318.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2319.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2320.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/maria/mariamonday2312.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You grab Maria by the back of the head and start to fuck her pretty mouth. She's a good girl, and she lets you have your way with her. Every few moments, you pull out and let her have some air. Spit dribbles down her chin as she licks up and down the length of your cock. <<you "Is this how you suck off all the boys at school?">> you ask. She looks up and smiles, in between rounds of face fucking. <<maria "None of them fuck my mouth like you, Professor!">> she says. You smile down at her, then pummel her throat again for a few more moments. Her drool pours out of her mouth and down onto her beautiful tits. They're all lubed up and waiting for your cock. You pull out of her mouth and start rubbing the head of your dick in between her tits. <<maria "Fuck my tits, Professor!">> she says. She squeezes them together around your cock, and you start forcefully thrusting. You're pumping so hard that each time you push, her whole body shakes with the force of it. You're enjoying the sensation, but now it's time for this nasty little girl to get fucked. You pick her up and plop her down on one of the kitchen barstools. It's just the right height for you to get inside her. She spread her legs wide and you start pounding her wet pussy. You lick your hand and start fingering her clit while you hammer away. She moans and screams in passion. <<maria "OH GOD!! FUCK ME, PROFESSOR! MAKE ME CUM!">> <<you "You want to cum, you nasty little whore?">> you ask. She moans and screams, unintelligibly, but you're pretty sure she means "Yes." You pull your cock out, and roughly finger her pussy, getting right on her G-spot. Her eyes widen, and she moans even louder. As she comes to orgasm, she sprays all over you, herself, the floor..pretty much everything. Before she can recover, you yank her off the stool and push her down to the floor. She sticks her ass up in the air, and you mount her and hammer away at her pussy from behind. Her face is on the floor as you savagely fuck her pussy. You push it down into the huge puddle she just made. Her juices soak into her long brown hair, and you can hear them sloshing and squelching around under her face. You pick her up off the wet floor and carry her to the couch. You sit down and plop her down on your lap. She slides your cock into her soaking wet pussy and starts riding up and down on it. Her massive tits jiggle and bounce with each thrust. You reach up from behind and grab them both, giving them a hard squeeze. She moans and grunts with primal lust. Her bouncing body is slamming into yours with ever increasing force. You're getting close to cumming. You want to shower her with your load, to reward her for being such a nasty girl. So you pick her up and carry her over to the barstool again. You plow her pussy even harder this time, edging closer and closer to orgasm. You're a few seconds away from pulling out and spraying her body down with your bounty, when she look up at you. <<maria "Cum inside me, Professor!">> she says. You give her an "are you sure?" look. <<maria "It's OK! I want it!">> she says. You wonder, for a moment, if she's on birth control. You hope she is, cause there's no stoppping this train. You reach your climax and pump her pussy full of your hot, white cum. When you pull out, it dribbles down and past her puckering asshole. You rub the tip of your cock on her taint, using it to squeeze out the last few drops of your seed. You're both lost in the post-orgasmic dopamine bliss. <<you "Did you learn your lesson, young lady?">> you ask. She looks up with a dazed smile. <<maria "I don't know...I think I did.">> she says. <<you "Well...you don't sound so confident. I think we'll have to do this again and again until you've learned your lesson for sure.">> you say. She giggles. <<maria "OK, Professor!">> she says with a smile.<<set $maria.second=2>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<mariacorruptionGain 1>> <<marialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday238.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday239.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2310.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2311.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2312.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2313.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2314.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Maria is topless, gently shaking her immaculate breasts at you. She looks up as if to say, "pretty nice, huh?" You are frozen staring at her perfect tits. Their jiggling motion is hypnotizing you into a stupor. You can't seem to make words. Luckily, Maria does it for you. <<maria "I think you're wearing too many clothes for this room.">> she says. You snap back to your senses and realize what she's saying. <<you "Right!">> you say, and quickly start stripping out of your clothes. She giggles and joins you, taking off her shorts and panties. You're both naked as the day you were born. You climb onto the bed. She kneels between your legs and starts sucking you off. She holds your cock gently with one hand while she sucks the tip. Her lips are soft and her tongue is skilled. You look her in the eyes while she gobbles on your dick. Her steamy eye contact only makes you hornier. You lie back and close your eyes, letting out a guttural moan. She tickles your balls a little to get your attention. You look up at her and she winks at you. Jesus this girl is so goddamn sexy, you think. She stops blowing you and you take a moment to catch your breath. <<maria "So, $you.fakefirstName...which part of me do you want to fuck next?">> she asks. You can only utter one word...<<you "Boobies.">> She giggles and squeezes her tits around your cock. She slides her soft, pillowy boobs up and down your shaft, using her hands to keep it in place. <<maria "You like my tits, don't you?">> she asks. <<you "Oh god yes!">> you exclaim. She keeps pumping them up and down on your dick and giggling at the strained expressions on your face. She knows what she's doing to you, and she likes it. <<maria "Tell me what you want to fuck next, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. <<you "I need your pussy, Maria!">> you say. She climbs up on top of your and spreads her legs. You thrust your cock into her soft, warm pussy for the first time. It feels incredible. She positions herself above you so you can pummel away at her from below. Now you're really ready to fuck her brains out like she asked. You support her ass with your hands and jack hammer her pussy with your cock. With every thrust, your balls slap loudly against her ass and thighs. Her tits bounce and jiggle, and she moans and whimpers. Her pussy drips juices down your cock and they spill off and collect in the bedsheets. You slide your cock out of her and roll her off to the side. She smiles at you, waiting for your next move. You grab her hips and slide her ass towards your cock. She gets ready to have her brains fucked right out. You start to slam her little gash from behind. Her ass is huge, round, and firm. You grab two big handfulls of it while you fuck her. She moans in ecstasy. You slap her ass with both hands and she yelps. The force of your slap ripples throught her tight ass, jiggling it around in front of you. <<nobr>><<link "''//You think that THIS may actually be the greatest T and A combo you've ever seen on a girl.//''">><<set $maria.note10=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Maria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You're mesmerized by her ass. It's like a work of art. You wish you could frame it, put it on the wall...and occasionally fuck it. But in this position, you can't see her tits...and you miss them. So you pull out and flip her onto her back. She looks up at you, lustily as you look down and enter her. Your cock makes a sloshing, squishing sound with every thrust into her wet cunt. She throws her head back. <<maria "Oh god keep fucking me! Never stop fucking me, $you.fakefirstName!">> she says. She's smiling at you, her tits gently bouncing as you pump her pussy. <<you "Whose pussy is this?">> you ask her. <<maria "It's yours, $you.fakefirstName! It's all yours!">> she says. Damn right. <<you "You want some cum, baby?">> you ask as you near your climax. <<maria "Oh god, $you.fakefirstName! Give me your cum! I want your cum so bad!">> she says. You pull your cock out and she quickly gets down on the floor. She kneels in front of you, smiling, with her tongue out, eagerly awaiting your load. You take a few more strokes jacking your cock and blast her right in the face with spurt after spurt of your jizz. She takes it all with a big smile. As you are finishing off, she looks up at you with those adorable brown eyes. She gives the tip of your cock a playful little lick. You flop down on the bed and she climbs up and lies beside you. You can hear her playing with your cum, still all over her face. <<you "So that was your way of thanking me?">> you ask. <<maria "Yep.">> she says. <<maria "Now aren't you glad you didn't turn in early?">> she asks. <<you "I think I made a good decision.">> you say. <<maria "Me too.">> she replies.<<set $maria.second=3>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<marialoveGain 1>> <<marialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg mariaapartment>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2321.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2322.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2323.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2324.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2325.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2326.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariamonday2327.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>She pulls down her undershirt and lets her tits out. They are every bit as incredible as you thought they'd be, and then some. She bounces them a little and squeezes them together. She smiles up at you, awaiting your evaluation. <<you "Maria...you have the most perfect tits I have ever seen.">> you say. Honest and direct...nice. Her smile widens. <<maria "Thank you, $you.fakefirstName. Tonight, they're all yours.">> she says. With that, your boner has reached full throttle. She knows it, so she slides off the bed and onto her knees. She grabs your cock and begins to suck. She firmly holds on the the base of your dick while she pumps her mouth around the head. You can feel her tongue sliding around it inside her mouth. She keeps constant suction and you start breathing heavily as waves of pleasure wash over you. She looks up at you with her sexy, brown eyes while she's working. This girl know how to please. You're already happy she's decided to give you a "proper" thank you. After a few minutes sucking you off, she releases your cock and stands up. She strips out of her clothes and genlty lies down on the bed. She spreads her legs and looks up at you. <<maria "I want you inside me, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. You smile wide as you climb onto the bed and line up your cock with her pussy. You enter her and begin steadily thrusting into her warm, wet gash. She moans and wails as you fuck her, her beautiful tits bouncing around with each thrust. <<maria "Oh $you.fakefirstName! Your cock is so BIG!">> she moans. You never really thought it was THAT big, but you take the confidence boost and pump even harder. She squeals in ecstasy as you passionately plow her little twat. <<maria "Oh $you.fakefirstName! You fuck me so good, baby!">> she says. You are fucking her pretty good. Too good, in fact. You sense that you're a few seconds from cumming. You quickly pull out and slap your cock to stop it from exploding all over her. <<maria "A little too quick, huh?">> she asks with a giggle. You take a deep breath and smile at her. <<maria "Let me take over.">> she says. You lie down on your back and she straddles you, sliding your cock into her slit and slowly bobbing up and down on it. She grinds with her hips, exploring every angle that your shaft can find inside her. <<you "Oh fuck! Maria!">> you call out. She giggles and starts grinding more aggressively. Seems like she may be ready for a real good pounding. You're certainly ready to give her one. <<you "I want you from behind.">> you tell her. She hops off of you and assumes the position, hands and knees on the bed with her ass sticking out at you. You line up behind her and slide your dick into her slippery cunt. You grab her by the hips and start pumping her little pussy. She grasps the bedsheets and moans. <<maria "Give it to me, $you.fakefirstName! Harder! Fuck me harder!">> she screams. You keep pounding harder and harder. She grits her teeth and whimpers as you do. <<maria "Oh god, $you.fakefirstName! I'm gonna cum!">> she yells. <<you "Cum for me, baby! Cum on this cock!">> you yell back. She screams as she hits her climax. You feel the muscles inside her clench down on your cock, but you plow through the resistance. The tightness only makes it feel better. Once she's done, you pull out for a moment. She kisses you, passionately. <<maria "Your turn now!">> she says with a smile. She lies on her back and slides her hips to the edge of the bed, pulling her legs up in the air and giving you a perfect angle to ram her pussy. You line up and start pounding her for the home stretch. She looks up at you and begs. <<maria "Please give me your cum, $you.fakefirstName! I need your cum. Use my little pussy. I want to make your dick cum so bad!">> she says. <<you "Oh god, Maria! Oh fuck! I'm close, baby!">> you say. You slam into her a few more times, then pull out. She quickly slides down off the bed and onto her knees in front of you. You're jacking your cock, about to explode all over her face when she suddenly takes your dick in her mouth and starts sucking it. You grab her head and use her mouth like a fuck toy. She puts her hands behind her back and allows you to have your way with her face. After a few moments, you burst, pumping your huge load right into her mouth. She takes it all without any difficulty or resistance, and when you've finally finished, she sticks out her tongue and shows you your cum. She giggles and starts playing with it, sucking on her fingers, spitting it out and rubbing it on her tits. She looks up at you with a cute, little smile. <<maria "So...that was my way of saying 'thank you very much'">> she says. You catch your breath and look down at her. <<you "You're welcome very much!">> you say.<<set $maria.second=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<marialoveGain 1>> <<marialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg details>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/yelling.webp" alt="yelling"></div> <</nobr>> <div class="title">**VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE**</div> <span class="alida">Due to a bug in the Chapter 1.2 Update, the Chapter 1.4 update may break saves for certain players.</span> <span class="barbie">ONLINE PLAYERS</span> (Mopoga, Gamcore, etc.): -If you previously played through the Chapter 1.2 update, then made a save file, then continued that game when Chapter 1.4 was released, YOUR SAVE IS BROKEN. My sincere apologies. You will need to start over or load a save from BEFORE the start of Chapter 1.2 and replay Chapter 1.2. -If you started your game on the Chapter 1.4 update or later, your save is fine and you do not need to start over. <span class="barbie">OFFLINE PLAYERS</span> (Patreon Download, F95Zone Download) -If you previously played through the Chapter 1.2 update BEFORE the Bugfixed Version was released, then made a save file, then continued that game when Chapter 1.4 was released, YOUR SAVE IS BROKEN. My sincere apologies. You will need to start over or load a save from BEFORE the start of Chapter 1.2 and replay Chapter 1.2. -If you previously played through the Chapter 1.2 update AFTER the Bugfixed Version was released, and created a save from the Bugfixed Version, your save is fine and you do not need to start over. -If you started your game on the Chapter 1.4 update or later, your save is fine and you do not need to start over. <span class="alida">**DO NOT CONTINUE PLAYING ON A BROKEN SAVE GAME. EVENTS IN FUTURE UPDATES WILL NOT WORK PROPERLY AND THE GAME WILL BREAK.**</span> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight1.jpg" alt="you in bed" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight2.jpg" alt="you in bed" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's really late now so you head back to your apartment to get some much-needed sleep. As you lie in bed, you think about all that has happened in the short time you've been on the island. You wonder if things could have turned out differently, had you made different choices. Who knows? But that doesn't really matter now. You think about tomorrow's class with your new students. You seem to have had a pretty productive discussion today, and you hope to have another one tomorrow. But you haven't planned at all what you're going to talk about. You decide to wake up early tomorrow and do a little planning before you head to campus. You set your alarm for 45 minutes earlier than usual, then you drift off to sleep. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/monday2/shower.jpg" alt="a man showering" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="pouring a cup of coffee" class="left"> <</nobr>>You wake up early, your head feeling especially foggy after your late night. But it's nothing a hot shower and a nice cup of coffee can't fix. You head for the bathroom and drain the lizard before hopping in the shower to clean yourself up. You start to think about how you want to conduct your lesson today. Yesterday's class went better than you'd expected, and you hope you can continue that today. You finish your shower feeling so fresh and so clean. You head to the kitchen and brew up some coffee. After pouring a cup, you settle in at the kitchen table to plan your lesson for today. <<if $lesson1 is 1>>Yesterday, you decided to force all the girls to get up in front of the class and talk about their sexual histories. You figured it would get them over their squeamishness around sexual topics, and boy did it work. Of course slutty Kaylee had no shame talking about her sexual escapades, but even the shy ones like Lauren and Grace eventually opened up, though Grace needed a firm hand in order to do so. <<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>Yesterday, you decided to let them all talk about what they wanted to get out of the class. You really want them to lead the discussions. After all, it's their class. You should just be there as a mentor. It went really well, and in addition to opening up some very interesting back-and-forth, it seems like some of the students are discovering their empathy and bonding with each other. Lauren and Grace seem to be friends now, and that makes you feel really good for both of them.<<else>><</if>> Today, you could continue with the direction you've set for the class, or choose to switch it up. <<link "Force them to talk about their sexual fantasies." "tuesday 3-1a">><<set $lesson2=1>><</link>> <<link "Discuss double standards and the weaponization of sex and sexuality." "tuesday 3-1a">><<set $lesson2=2>><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="the admin building" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $lesson2 is 1>> You decide to force them to talk about their sexual fantasies. It's important for them to be able to talk openly about that stuff. And it will probably humiliate them (well...most of them...not Kaylee). That could lead to some pretty hot fap material for later, you think. <<elseif $lesson2 is 2>>You decide to have them discuss double standards and the weaponization of sex and sexuality. It's a very important societal issue, and these girls would probably have some really great and insightful thoughts on it.<<else>><</if>> With that decided, you catch the shuttle bus to campus. It drops you off in front of "Bellend Tower" as you've started calling the phallic Administration Building. Now that you've seen its erect penis-ness...you just can't unsee it. It's especially funny that this is where the shuttle bus drops you off. Everyday, before going to class, and teaching sex to a group of beautiful young women...you will see it. And it will remind you. You chuckle. You're trying to remember your way to the Psychology Building from here. You've always been a bit shit with directions. You're gazing around the outside area when you spot someone familar relaxing on a nearby bench. It's Sophia, your student. Your eyes meet and she smiles at you. You smile and nod. You can't help but notice that she's wearing some particularly skimpy shorts today. In fact, they're so skimpy, that combined with the way she's sitting, you can almost glimpse her cute, little pussy. You think back to yesterday's class... how she talked about not being able to take big dicks. You start to wonder just how small and tight that pussy actually is. Before you pop a stiffy in front of the whole campus, though, you shake those thoughts from your head, and walk over to her. <<you "Good Morning, Sophia.">> you say. <<sophia "Hello.">> she replies. <<you "Shouldn't you be on your way to class?">> you ask. <<sophia "Shouldn't you?">> she asks back. She's got a point. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-1b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sophia/sophia2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>You look at her smiling up at you. She's right. You need to get to class, but you're still not quite sure where to go. <<you "Yes, you have a point.">> you say. She keeps smiling at you. <<sophia "Do you remember where class is?">> she asks. She's got you. You should probably let her show you where the Psychology Building is. It will be nice to chat with her on the walk over there. <<you "Of course I remember. It's in the Psychology Building.">> you say, confidently. She laughs a little. <<sophia "And, OF COURSE, you remember where the Psychology Building is, right?">> she asks. You smile at her. <<you "Of course! I just thought maybe you'd like to walk with your professor to class.">> you say. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. Then she gets up from the bench. <<sophia "Well then, lead the way, Professor!">> she says with a little giggle. Damn it. <<you "Ladies first.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back. <<sophia "Wow. So gentlemanly of you. And they say chivalry is dead.">> she says. The two of you start walking towards what you hope is the Psychology Building. Who knows though...she could be leading you somewhere completely different. Probably not...but maybe? <<you "So...make sure we end up at the Psychology Building, OK?">> you say. She smiles slyly at you. <<sophia "I thought you knew how to get there. You do, don't you?">> she asks. <<you "Listen, Sophia. How about I just follow you there, and then I let you go in first. That way you wont be tardy.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<sophia "OK, deal.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-1c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sophia/sophia3.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/psychologybuilding.jpg" alt="psychology building" class="left"> <</nobr>>As you walk over to your class, you and Sophia chat a little. You talk about yesterday's class. You talk about how you are liking the town. You talk about a lot of things, actually. She seems very talkative today. After the way she was acting in class yesterday, this is a bit surprising. Sure, she got involved in the discussion, eventually, but she was very quiet initially. It seemed like she was perfectly happy to ignore the rest of the class, and to have them ignore her as well. Maybe she was just having a bad day yesterday, or maybe she was just tired. Maybe she's bipolar, or maybe you just got her to open up a little more. Whatever it may be, you're glad she's talking to you now. The two of you approach the Psychology Building. <<you "OK, Sophia. You go on in. I'll give you a 30 second head start.">> you say. She chuckles a little.. <<sophia "See you in there.">> she says. She walks up through the doors and disappears into the building. You wait for a few moments then you enter as well. <<sophiatrustGain 1>> <<sophialustGain 1>> You find your way to the classroom and <<link "head inside to start the class" "tuesday 3-class1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> You enter to see your students all sitting in the classroom, chatting and giggling with each other. Seems as though they managed to carry over some of the energy from yesterday. <<if $lesson2==1 and $lesson1==1>>You need to get them under control though, and you need to do it now. You can't let them think that they are running the show here. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/yelling.webp" alt="yelling"></div> <<speech "You">>EVERYONE QUIET, RIGHT NOW!<</speech>> They all stop talking and look up at you. <div class="thought">Well that got their attention. Good.</div> <<jasmineobedienceGain 1>> <<sophiaobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>I just need to mark you all down on the attendance roster and then we will begin class.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yes sir!<</speech>> You look over at Mikayla and she smiles at you, obediently from her seat. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "You">>Thank you, Mikayla.<</speech>> You look around the classroom and see all eight of your students are present and accounted for. They all seem to be sitting in the same places they were last class, except Sophia and Jasmine are sitting one row closer to the front. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <div class="thought">Maybe they want to be more involved this time around.</div> With attendance taken care of, you start class. <<speech "You">>OK ladies. Last class went better than I expected. You all participated, and except for a little resistance-<</speech>> You look at Grace, <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> then Alyssa, <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> then Olivia. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> They each make eye contact, briefly, then look away. <div class="thought">That's right. I didn't forget.</div> <<speech "You">>-You all seemed to be comfortable talking about your past sexual experience.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, or past sexual non-experience for little, virgin Grace!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <div class="thought">Fuckin' Kaylee...at it again.</div> <<speech "You">>Don't worry about Grace, Kaylee. Your extensive experience with cock makes up for what she lacks.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshocked.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "You">>Oh don't give me that look. A little whore like you...you probably take that as a compliment.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, you're right!<</speech>> <<kayleelustGain 1>> <div class="thought">Of course I'm right.</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile3.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "You">>As I was saying, you were all able to talk about your past sexual experiences. Today, we're going to go a step further, and you are all going to talk about your deepest sexual fantasies.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YES! I'm getting wet already!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Kaylee...</div> <div class="thought">...I could punish her...</div> <div class="thought">...But she'd probably enjoy it.</div> <div class="thought">She'd probably...enjoy it.</div> <div class="thought">Note to self: find a way to punish Kaylee.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class2">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==1 and $lesson1==2>>You need to get them under control though, and you need to do it now. You were pretty chummy with them last class. You treated them with dignity and respect. But you can't let them think that they are running the show here. Time to get serious. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/yelling.webp" alt="yelling"></div> <<speech "You">>EVERYONE QUIET, RIGHT NOW!<</speech>> They all stop talking and look up at you. <div class="thought">Well that got their attention. Good.</div> <<jasmineobedienceGain 1>> <<sophiaobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>I just need to mark you all down on the attendance roster and then we will begin class.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yes sir!<</speech>> You look over at Mikayla and she smiles at you, obediently from her seat. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "You">>Thank you, Mikayla.<</speech>> You look around the classroom and see all eight of your students are present and accounted for. They all seem to be sitting in the same places they were last class, except Sophia and Jasmine are sitting one row closer to the front. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <div class="thought">Maybe they want to be more involved this time around.</div> With attendance taken care of, you start class. <<speech "You">>OK, ladies. Yesterday we all talked about what it was that we wanted to get out of our experience in this class. You all had some good suggestions. But we need to get serious here today. I need to know that you all will have no reservations about any of the things we're going to be covering this term. We do not have any room for squeamishness around these subjects.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviasmile.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>I'm happy we'll finally be able to talk about serious issues. I'm glad we're being treated as adults.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's the spirit, Olivia. Since you mentioned everyone being treated as adults...today, each of you is going to tell the class about your deepest sexual fantasies.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>You've got to be kidding me! What the fuck is that going to accomplish?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well...here we go.</div> <<speech "You">>Olivia, I'm not going to justify myself to you. This is what we are doing...END OF STORY.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashocked.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>But what about all you said yesterday about wanting to be a mentor and not a teacher? What about not being the "knowledge hose?" What about letting us guide the direction of the discussions and having agency and-<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/yelling.webp" alt="yelling"></div> <<speech "You">>QUIET!!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Olivia...that was yesterday. This is TODAY. You will do what I tell you to do or there will be consequences. Do you understand?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yes.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes, what?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yes...SIR!<</speech>> <<oliviaobedienceGain 1>> <<olivialustLose 1>> <<oliviatrustLose 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class2">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2 and $lesson1==1>>You tried to be a hardass yesterday. You thought that making them tell the class about their sexual histories would make them feel humiliated and allow you to assert your authority over them. It didn't totally work out that way...they actually started bonding and it seemed like you really got through to them. You decide to change your tactics today, and let them discuss a serious societal issue. Maybe they will be up to the task. <<speech "You">>OK everyone...may I have your attention please?<</speech>> The class slowly starts to quiet down. While they do so, you mark them all down on your attendance roster. You wait a few moments until they are paying attention. <<speech "You">>OK! I think we had a very productive class yesterday, and I'm hoping we can continue that in today's discussion. I want you all to really get involved and lead the discussion today. I'm just here to mediate.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Wait, what happened to mister "You may call me Professor or Sir. Is that understood?!" Why are you being so chill?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Well, Alyssa...I wanted to make sure that everyone knew from the start that there would be a certain level of respect that we would all need to have for each other. I was a little more strict yesterday, but you all demonstrated that you could get along, and have interesting discussions while still demonstrating the proper level of respect.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>Why are you looking at me like that?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Because you did a complete 180 from yesterday. It's a little weird.<</speech>> <<alyssatrustLose 1>> <<speech "You">>Does anyone else think I'm being weird?<</speech>> The class looks around at each other, trying to gauge each other's reactions. <<speech "Grace">>I don't think you're being weird, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Thank you, Grace.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <div class="thought">Church mouse is with me...</div> <<gracetrustGain 1>> <<gracelustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Would anyone else like to say anything?<</speech>> Mikayla raises her hand, nervously. You point to her. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>What do you mean when you say you want us to lead the discussion? Shouldn't the teacher do that?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>No, Mikayla. I think it would be better for you all to lead it yourselves. I'm just here to facilitate.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <div class="thought">She looks very nervous about that. This girl really doesn't do well without structure.</div> <<mikaylatrustLose 1>> No one else raises their hand. <<speech "You">>OK great! Let's move on then. Today we will be discussing double standards around sex, and ways that sex and sexuality are weaponized in our society.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Good! I've got so much to talk about!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I was expecting you would, Olivia.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviasmile.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<olivialustGain 1>> <<oliviatrustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Let's start the discussion.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class2">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2 and $lesson1==2>>You were really impressed with how the girls were able to bond, and come together as a class. The discussion they had really touched on some important issues. They also got to know each other much better, and some of the mean and popular girls showed some empathy towards some of the more shy outsiders. Grace especially stood out. Her and Lauren seemed to become friends. <<speech "You">>OK everyone! Let's settle down and get going!<</speech>> they all quiet down and look up at you, attentively. <<speech "You">>I just wanted to say that I'm really happy with the way class went yesterday, and I hope you all are too.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>I liked it!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Me too!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviasmile.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>That's good! Does anyone else want to comment? Kaylee?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeneutral.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, it was ok, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You're just butthurt cause Grace yelled at you!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Hey she yelled at you too! Besides, we worked it out. We're cool, right Grace?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah, we're cool.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well, at least that relationship didn't backslide. I think Grace really gave everyone a new perspective yesterday. It was pretty emotional. That can be a pretty powerful thing.</div> <<speech "You">>Good. Let's get started then. Today I want you all to discuss double standards that exist around sex, and how sex and sexuality gets weaponized in our society. Olivia, I know this is a subject that you're familiar with. I'm hoping you can be a leader in today's discussion.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviasmile.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>Oh yeah! I've got so much to say about that!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Great! Just remember what we talked about last class...about how you approach other people when you're talking about this stuff.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Right, right...don't always try to argue, it makes people not want to listen.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Basically...yeah.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I got it.<</speech>> <<olivialustGain 1>> <<oliviatrustGain 1>> <<oliviaobedienceGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class2">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> <<if $lesson2==1>><<speech "You">>Alright who's first?<</speech>> No one immediately answers. <<speech "You">>Kaylee you're first.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Look, I'm down to go first, but it's gonna be hard for everyone who goes after.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's the point, Kaylee. After you, everyone else's fantasies will probably seem pretty tame, in comparison.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>No that's not why it'll be hard. I don't really have any sexual fantasies...I mean...I've kinda done them all.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, like I used to...but I did them all. So how can they be fantasies if you already did them? Those are memories.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Interesting...</div> <<speech "You">>So you're telling me that there's not any sexual things that you want to try? <<if $lesson1==1>>Didn't you say last class you wanted to be in a gangbang?<<elseif $lesson1==2>>Not one thing that you think about trying out?<<else>><</if>><</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh yeah. Like there are a bunch of things that I want to try that I haven't done yet. Like getting fucked by a bunch of guys at the same time...that idea really turns me on!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So...you would say that it's something you FANTASIZE about?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh yeah.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I guess it is a fantasy.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>In that case, I'll go first!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>OK, so...I DEFINITELY want to try a gangbang. I mean...I've had sex with two guys at the same time...but that's just two, so it doesn't count.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I just want to be surrounded by cocks. Like everywhere I turn...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>COCK.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Turn around...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>COCK.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Look!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Over there!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>More COCK!<</speech>> Some in the class are laughing. Mikayla, Lauren and Grace look uncomfortable. <<speech "Kaylee">>And I've also always wanted to have sex with two twins. Or, well...not two TWINS...like there's always two twins. I mean like two SETS of twins-<</speech>> <div class="thought">Jesus Christ, Kaylee. At this rate we won't have time for anyone else to talk.</div> <div class="thought">I can't believe this girl is only $kaylee.age.</div> <div class="thought">Just listen to all the crazy shit coming out of her mouth!</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>-then while the first one is doing that, I want the third one to be fisting me...does that make sense? So after we're done with that-<</speech>> <div class="thought">How is she even coming up with this shit?</div> <div class="thought">She must watch a lot of really fucked up porn.</div> <div class="thought">I bet she watches regular porn just to kick back and relax.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>-and then she'd have to watch him do it. It's extra hot because it was HER dog in the first place! But...I don't know if that would work...cause the dog would have to really like peanut butter, and I know some dogs don't. I guess if it didn't...you could just use-<</speech>> <div class="thought">So...this girl might be the biggest freak on the island...and that's saying something. <<if $lesson1==1>>She was definitely coming on to me outside the cafeteria.<<else>><</if>></div> <div class="thought">I think I could just grab her by the hair and start skullfucking her right now.</div> <div class="thought">She'd probably just go with it.</div> <div class="thought">But the rest of the class might take issue with that.</div> --- --- --- --- --- --- <div class="thought">Holy shit! Is she STILL going?!</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>-and that woud be SUPER hot, right? Cause he would know that he's the one who made me eat it! And, of course I'd make him eat some too!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>But...I guess that's all I can think of now...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Can I go again later...if I think of something else?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Maybe. If we have time.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>OK!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> The class looks shell-shocked. <<speech "You">>So...who's next?<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class3">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<speech "Olivia">>May I start?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Sure Olivia, go ahead.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviasmile.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>Well...I'm not sure where to even start! There are SO MANY double standards applied to women when it comes to sex. Like the most obvious one is that women are sluts but men are studs, if they each have a lot of sex. That's fucking bullshit, of course!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Why shouldn't we be able to have sex with a bunch of different people? Why should we be embarrased or ashamed to do the same thing that guys do?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>PREACH!<</speech>> The class giggles, even Olivia. <<speech "Olivia">>Right? Like Kaylee...you like having sex. Why should you have to be ashamed of that?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I'm not!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But...doesn't it piss you off when people call you a slut because of it?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Nah. Kaylee's proud to be a slut.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>That's right!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <div class="thought">This is probably not how Olivia thought this was going to go.</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviathink.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, but not every girl is like you, Kaylee. Most girls don't like being called sluts.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well that's their fucking problem. They don't embrace it, but I do.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, but Kaylee, think about it. If you're a woman who likes sex, and has a lot of it, you HAVE to embrace that slut label. You have to flip something that is supposed to be an insult, and take it as a compliment. Men don't have to do that. Stud was never an insult.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I guess you're right.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, see? Because we live in a patriarchal society, where men have power and privilege, they get to define how women are treated!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Here we go again. The Patriarchy!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <div class="thought">I don't think Olivia liked that...</div> <<speech "Olivia">>YES ALYSSA! THE PATRIARCHY! It's a real thing, you know!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yes I know that, OLIVIA! But why the fuck do you always go back to that?! Everything that's wrong, you just blame it on THE PATRIARCHY. It just gets so annoying. I don't even want to listen anymore.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well what would you have me say? This double standard exists. We all know that it does. Even Kaylee and girls who just say "fuck it" and embrace the labels...they still wouldn't deny that it's not fucking fair!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK, but if it's all men who are defining everything...then how come women call each other sluts too? Like, yeah I call Kaylee a slut, but she likes it-<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>-But I call girls that when I'm insulting them too. So what's up with that?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>ARRGH!! HOW CAN YOU NOT EVEN SEE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING RIGHT NOW?!?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Olivia, keep it civil, please. I know that this topic is important to you and you're very passionate about it, but please have some respect for your fellow classmates.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>Come on, Olivia. You know that's not really a big ask.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviathink.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>OK. Fine.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class3">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>><<if $lesson2==1>> No one volunteers. <div class="thought">I'm gonna have to volunteer someone. Sophia seemed more talkative before class. Let's get her to go.</div> <<speech "You">>Sophia, you're up.<</speech>> She hesitates. <<speech "You">>Sophia, I said you're next. Get it together and go.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Can I go a little later instead?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Stop fucking around and GO!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Fine.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Damn right, fine.</div> <<sophiaobedienceGain 1>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>So...it's not really a fantasy, I guess. It's a dream that I keep having. I...<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>I...ugh...this is so embarrassing.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Sophia, what could you possibly be embarrased about after all that shit Kaylee said?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "You">>Now STOP STALLING!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>FINE!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>So the dream always takes place in a hotel. And I'm dressed up like a maid.<</speech>> <div class="thought">I like that image...</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiasexymaid.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Like a hot, slutty maid?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>You'd like that, huh Alyssa?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviadyke.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Shut up, Olivia!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What's the matter? Can't take a joke? Or are you really sensitive about it? Maybe you really are-<</speech>> <<speech "You">>SHUT UP, OLIVIA!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashocked.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>The same joke over and over gets real old real fast. Keep your little mouth SHUT! I'll let you know when it's your turn to talk.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<olivialustLose 1>> <<oliviatrustLose 1>> <<speech "You">>Sophia, keep going.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>So...no. It's not like a sexy maid outfit. It's just like a regular housekeeper uniform, but a fancy one. Like for a fancy hotel.<</speech>> <div class="thought">OK. I can work with that too.</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiamaid.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>So I'm cleaning the rooms, and I go into this one room...and there's a guy in there...and...<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>...And...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And?<</speech>> Sophia hesitates a little. <<speech "Sophia">>...And he's jerking off.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Does he have a big dick?<</speech>> Sophia giggles a little. <<speech "Sophia">>No. It's just normal.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>BORING! Am I right, Lauren?<</speech>> Lauren giggles. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>Stop it, Kaylee!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh please, Lauren. We all know you like it!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>EVERYONE STOP IT! Keep going, Sophia<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>So I'm like super embarrased, and I start to leave. Then he just says "stay."<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>And I know I shouldn't, but I do anyway. I just stand there watching him. And he keeps looking right at me.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>That's so disgusting.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Even in dreams...men are pigs.<</speech>> Olivia scowls at you when she says it. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <div class="thought">Keep it up, Olivia. See what happens.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Don't stop now, Sophia! What happens next?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Well... after a while, he gets up, and he walks over to me. And I'm standing there while he's naked, just jerking off right in front of me. And I know I should leave, but I don't. I don't move and I keep looking at him. And he's looking right at me.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Then... he just... cums. Like all over my uniform. And it's like the biggest load ever.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>EWW! GROSS!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>OH MY GOODNESS!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>THAT'S FUCKING HOT!<</speech>> <div class="thought">I agree.</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Then what happens?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Jasmine has entered the chat...</div> <<speech "Sophia">>Then I just leave and I keep cleaning rooms...with his cum still all over me. And whenever anyone else sees me, they're shocked. But I just keep cleaning the rooms like nothing happened.<</speech>> Sophia looks at you. <<speech "Sophia">>What do you think that means, Professor?<</speech>> <div class="thought">It means I'm gonna make you cum walk around campus one of these days.</div> <<speech "You">>I don't know, Sophia. The psychology around dream interpretation is not very well understood. And we can't get sidetracked on this right now.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>But...aren't you supposed to help us with this kind of stuff?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>NOW IS NOT THE TIME, Sophia. If you want to discuss this more, you can come to my office some other time.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK. Who's next...Jasmine?<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class4">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Excuse me...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes, Jasmine?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I think maybe what Olivia is getting at...it's that women get conditioned to think that other women are sluts if they have sex with a lot of guys. And that's one of the ways that The Patriarchy-<</speech>> Jasmine looks at Alyssa. Alyssa rolls her eyes. <<speech "Jasmine">>-maintains power. Because we're always fighting with each other over men.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So the big, bad Patriarchy monster is making me hate women? I just don't buy it. Who's pulling all the strings, huh? Some super secret group of men with Patriarchy membership cards? They're meeting in some underground bunker, deciding whether or not I should think some girl's a slut cause she fucked a million dudes? Come on!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>It's not like that, Alyssa. I'm trying to think how to explain it...<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Do you know what hegemony is?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>OK so it's like when one group has power in society...but, like...like they don't have to keep that power by force, cause everyone just goes along with it.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK, so?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>So since we've all lived for so long thinking that this is the way things are...it becomes the way things are.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't get it.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Think about what you said, Alyssa. Why do you call other girls sluts?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't know. Cause they are?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>ARRRGGHHH!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Olivia...stay in the conversation. Not everyone sees what you see, OK?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, OK. I got it.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Let's see if she can get through to Alyssa here...</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Alyssa...<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yes?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Do you think it's a bad thing to have sex with a lot of different guys?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck no. I have sex when I want to. It shouldn't be a big deal.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, but if another girl, who you didn't like did the same thing...would you call her a slut?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I mean...maybe. If I was like trying to give her an eating disorder or something.<</speech>> Olivia literally facepalms. <<speech "Alyssa">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, so you use the word "slut" as a weapon against that girl, because you don't like her, but not because you think it's wrong to have sex with a lot of guys?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I guess?! I don't know! I just want to make her feel bad about herself. Who is this girl we're talking about, anyway?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I think I know what she means.<</speech>> The whole class looks at Lauren. She looks a little nervous. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>When you call a girl a slut just to make her feel bad, then anyone can call you a slut too...to make you feel bad. And everyone just acts like that's OK, cause it happens all the time.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>So even if you think that it's not a bad thing for a girl to have a lot of sex...if you keep calling other girls that, then it will always be seen as a bad thing. And that won't change.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Do you see what they're saying, Alyssa?<</speech>> Alyssa thinks for a moment then shrugs. <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, I guess. Whatever.<</speech>> Olivia rolls her eyes. <div class="thought">Progress?</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class4">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <</nobr>><<if $lesson2==1>> <<speech "You">>Jasmine, you're up.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Do I have to do this?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Of course you do. Did you think I was joking?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Can I go later?<</speech>> <div class="thought">What is it with these little bitches today?</div> <<speech "You">>I'm not asking you, Jasmine. I'm TELLING YOU! GO!<</speech>> <<jasmineobedienceGain 1>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>OK, OK. I guess my fantasy is...I want to try sex with a girl.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>That can be arranged!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviadyke.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>Yes, Olivia. We know you are the resident pussy licker of the class. NOW KEEP QUIET!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviabird.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>Don't push your fucking luck, Olivia. You will not like what happens if you do.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<oliviatrustLose 1>> <<olivialustLose 1>> <<speech "You">>Jasmine, continue.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Well...<</speech>> She continues speaking about trying out sex with a girl...but... <div class="thought">I can tell she's lying. She's good at it, but I'm better. I know that's not her real fantasy.</div> <div class="thought">I let this slide last class...but this time, I need to challenge her on this. She can't keep getting away with it.</div> You interrupt Jasmine. <<speech "You">>OK stop. Jasmine, I know you're not being truthful.<</speech>> She looks a little flustered, just for a second. Then she regains her composure. <<speech "Jasmine">>Yes I am! This is what I fantasize about. How can you know I'm lying?<</speech>> <div class="thought">I don't want to give away TOO many of my secrets...but maybe just one or two.</div> <<speech "You">>Well, for starters, you CHOSE a fantasy that is pretty vanilla. And one that you knew Olivia would pick up on. That way you could let her take the attention off of you.<</speech>> Jasmine looks away. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "You">>And your body language gives you away as well. Like right now, when I called you out, you looked away. You're lying, and I don't appreciate it.<</speech>> Jasmine looks back up at you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "You">>TELL THE TRUTH, or there will be consequences.<</speech>> <<jasmineobedienceGain 1>> She sighs. <<speech "Jasmine">>Fine. My fantasy is...I...I...<</speech>> You glare at her. <<speech "Lauren">>You can tell us, Jasmine.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah. We won't be mean to you. I promise.<</speech>> <div class="thought">As if Grace is EVER mean to ANYONE.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>You're giving me blue balls, Jasmine! Just tell us!<</speech>> You give Kaylee a WTF look. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <div class="thought">Fuckin' Kaylee.</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>OK. So... when I was growing up... I had a...<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>...Foster brother.<</speech>> The class all look a little surprised. They probably didn't know Jasmine is an orphan. They settle into a long, uncomfortable silence. Jasmine is trying to figure out what to say next. -- -- -- -- -- -- <<speech "Kaylee">>Did he have a big dick?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>KAYLEE!!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>OK, sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood a bit.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Well... I had been in a lot of foster homes... and I never really liked any of my foster siblings.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>It's hard when you're the new kid in a home.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I was always the new kid. They always...I always got... moved around.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>So I never really made any friends. But this guy was different.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>What was his name?<</speech>> Jasmine hesitates very briefly. <<speech "Jasmine">>Craig. His name was Craig.<</speech>> <div class="thought">That's a lie, but not a big enough deal to call her on it.</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>We really got along well. Better than I've ever...well...let's just say he was my first real friend.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>And I always had this fantasy that he would...well, that WE would run away...together.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And then you'd fuck?<</speech>> The class laughs uncomfortably. <<speech "Jasmine">>No! We'd just leave that shitty foster home. Maybe go to another city, and find jobs somewhere. And we'd find a place to live together...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>And THEN you'd fuck?<</speech>> The class laughs again. <<speech "Kaylee">>WHAT?! I thought these were SEXUAL fantasies, right?!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>OK Kaylee. Yes. I wanted to fuck him.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Oh my!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>But more than that... I just wanted it to be just us two. He...when I was with him...I felt...like...<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Safe. You felt safe.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>...Yeah.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <div class="thought">Well, we're breaking down those walls a little more each day.</div> <div class="thought">Jasmine grew up without stability. She wants to feel safe. Interesting.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Ok...that's cute and all...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>But...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>and seriously this time...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Did he have a big dick?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>KAYLEE!!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>KAYLEE!!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>KAYLEE!!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>KAYLEE!!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>KAYLEE!!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>KAYLEE!!<</speech>> Jasmine giggles. <<speech "Kaylee">>WHAT?!<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class5">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> <<speech "Mikayla">>So why are we still doing it? Calling each other sluts, I mean.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Because we're conditioned to do it.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But why do we fight so much with each other, especially over men?<</speech>> Mikayla looks to you for the answer. <div class="thought">Why is she looking at me?</div> <<speech "You">>Don't look at me, Mikayla. Talk to your classmates. What do they think about it?<</speech>> Mikayla looks to the rest of the class. <<speech "Mikayla">>Well...why do you think we fight so much over men?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Because our patriarchal society tells us that's what we should be doing.<</speech>> Alyssa rolls her eyes. Olivia notices but keeps talking. <<speech "Olivia">>OK, look... I know I talk about this shit a lot. But it's true. Look at all the movies that are targeted towards women. All the romantic comedies. What happens in the end?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>The girl falls in love with a guy and they live happily ever after.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Exactly! And look at the other types of characters in those movies. There's always a slutty best friend. She's the girl who DOESN'T end up with a guy at the end.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, like Kaylee!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well, I don't want to be tied down anyway!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But think about what that kind of story is trying to say. If you're pure, and you save yourself for TRUE LOVE- which is the goal, no doubt about it- then you will WIN in the end.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>And if you're the 'slutty' girl, who just has sex because she enjoys it, then you don't end up with a man. You lose.<</speech>> The whole class thinks about this for a few moments. <<speech "Grace">>But... isn't that what we should all want anyway?<</speech>> Olivia gives Grace a frustrated look. <<speech "Olivia">>Grace, WHY? Why should that be what we all want?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It's what I want.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Me too!<</speech>> Olivia looks like she might explode. You look right at her. <div class="thought">Be calm, Olivia...</div> She takes a deep breath and centers herself. <<speech "Olivia">>But if that's not what you want out of life, should you have to be constantly reminded that you're living your life wrong?<</speech>> The whole class ponders this. Everyone looks at Grace and Mikayla to see how they will respond. <<speech "Mikayla">>No. You shouldn't<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I guess not.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviasmile.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <div class="thought">Good job, Olivia.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class5">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviashocked.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviashocked.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>You arrive at your office and wait for Olivia to show up. She better not fucking skip out, you think to yourself. I will totally expel that little bitch! There's a knock at the door. You look at the clock. 1:58pm...perfect timing. <<you "Come in.">> you say. The door opens revealing a less than happy Olivia. She walks in and sits down. <<you "Please close the door.">> you say. She gives you a bitchy look. You motion for her to "get on with it." She lets out a frustrated sigh, gets up, closes the door, and sits back down again. <<you "Thank you.">> you say. She rolls her eyes. You look at Olivia for a few moments. She maintains eye contact for a bit, but then you can see she's becoming uncomfortable. You let the silence hang in the air. Finally she speaks. <<olivia "So what do you want?">> she asks. <<you "Olivia...I want to talk about your lack of respect and obedience.">> you reply. She lets out a sarcastic laugh. <<olivia "Talk all you want about it. It's not gonna change anything.">> she says. <<you "Why is it you insist on defying me and constantly disrupting the class? You're doing a disservice to your classmates. They're here to learn. Why can't you follow their lead?">> you ask. She glares at you. <<olivia "Because I'm NOT a follower! I'm a leader! They should be following me!">> she exclaims. This is both true and not true. Olivia is definitely a follower, she mindlessly regurgitates quotes and thinks she came up with them. But she could also be a leader. She could be someone whom the other students eventually look up to. She could unite them against me. <<you "No, Olivia. You're not a leader. A leader does not simply do what's best for themselves, like you do. A leader does not alienate people who disagree with them.">> you say. Olivia struggles to come up with a response. You continue. <<you "No, a leader is mature. A leader sets and example and gains the respect of their peers. Then, and only then, do they gain followers.">> you say. Olivia rolls her eyes and shakes her head. <<olivia "Whatever.">> she says, dismissively. <<you "A leader can also take criticism and can learn from it. In fact, criticism is crucial to a leader's success. No, you act much more like a little child.">> you say. Her mouth opens wide in shock and anger. She's not happy that you've infantilized her. <<link "CONTINUE" "olivia office3b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviawtf.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviablank.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviarude.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviablank.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviaunhappy.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>While you're over there, you take off her dumb, hipster glasses and her stupid beanie. <<olivia "Hey, what the fuck?">> she asks. <<you "Trust me. You look better without them.">> you say. You walk back over to your desk and sit down. You put the glasses and the beanie in the garbage can behind your desk. <<olivia "I can't really see without those.">> she says. You hold up three fingers. <<you "How many fingers am I holding up?">> you ask. <<olivia "Three.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, you're fine. So we need to talk about what you're going to do, moving forward, to be a better student, and a more respectful and young lady.">> you say. She looks at you with a blank stare. For once, this little cunt has nothing to say. <<you "So...what do you want to tell me?">> you ask. She's still drawing a blank, but you wait patiently. Eventually she speaks. <<olivia "I don't know what you want me to say.">> she says. <<you "Well, an apology would be a good start.">> you say. She looks at you with contempt <<olivia "I'm NOT apologizing to you!">> she says, adamantly. You smile at her. <<you "Disturbing the Peace, Felony Trespassing, Misdemeanor Assault and Battery of a Peace Officer, Disobeying a Peace Officer, Resisting Arrest. And if you don't do what I say, you can add Probation Violation on to that sheet. Do you know how long that sentence would be?">> you ask. Her expression drops and she sinks back into her chair, refusing to make eye contact with you. <<you "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!">> you bellow. She startles at your voice. She's sitting up straight and looking at you now. You give her the, "I'm waiting," look. <<olivia "I'm sorry.">> she says, quietly. <<you "What are you sorry for?">> you ask. She can't seem to come up with the right words. You can see her struggling trying to think of what you want her to say. <<you "Would you like some help, little girl?">> you ask. She grits her teeth. <<olivia "Yes.">> <<you "Yes, what?">> <<olivia "Yes sir.">> She sits there looking quite unhappy with her situation. You love every fucking minute of it. She almost looks disgusted, like she's gonna throw up. She's definitely not the obedient type, that's been made perfectly clear. Now, having to follow your every direction and call you sir...it's destroying her sense of self. Good. She needed that. <<you "You should first apologize for being disrespectful to your teacher. Then you should apologize for being disrespectful to your classmates. Let's start with that.">> you say. She purses her lips together. It's absolutely killing her inside to have to do this. <<olivia "I'm sorry I was disrespectful to you and to my classmates.">> <<you "Good.">> you say. <<you "Now what else do you have to say for yourself?">> you ask. <<link "CONTINUE" "olivia office3d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviauncomfortable.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviablank.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviasad.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>She looks away and covers her chest with her hands. It's a reflexive move. You certainly recognize this body language. It's something that people do when they feel uncomfortable, unsafe, and weak. You've got here right where you want her. Just moments ago, she was sitting across from you, smiling smugly. She thought she had you by the balls. It's such a great feeling to know that you have complete control over someone when they're thinking the same thing. Only one of you is right, though...and in situations like this, it feels SO FUCKING GOOD to be right. <<olivia "Please...I don't know what you want from me.">> she says, timidly. <<you "Olivia...I want you to use that little brain of yours, and think. Can you do that?">> you ask. She clearly still doesn't know what you expect her to do. <<you "I know it's hard having to really think about something, when you're so used to just vomiting back some bullshit you read on the internet...but this is going to be good for you in the long run. So just sit there, and really think about what I would want from you in this situation. Take your time. I'll wait.">> you say. She's trying really hard. You can see her lower lip quivering a bit. Her eyes are starting to tear up just a little. She's really having a hard time with this. The combination of being dominated, and of not being sure of what to say next...she's in VERY unfamiliar territory. And you can tell she's VERY scared and confused. <<olivia "I'm...I'm sorry...that...that I disrupted the class?">> she says, almost as a question. She looks to you for validation. <<you "Good.">> you say. <<you "What else?">> you ask. She's thinking hard again. <<olivia "I'm sorry that I challenged you in front of the others.">> she says. <<you "Good, Olivia. Now what else?">> you ask. You don't really need her to say anything else. You're just asking her because it will make her feel like a failure when she can't come up with anything. As if on cue, she drops her head and looks ashamed. She's so used to knowing what to say, so used to being in control...now you're breaking her. She looks down at the ground, and you can hear her sniffling. She's quietly crying in front of you. You continue to just sit there, looking at her and waiting for a response that you know will not come. She keeps quietly crying. Eventually you hear her trying to say something, but it's so quiet, you can't make it out. <<you "What's that, Olivia?">> you ask. She says it again a little louder. <<olivia "I'm sorry, sir...I can't think of anything.">> she says, almost as a whisper. <<you "Olivia...I don't think you're trying hard enough.">> you say. She keeps crying. <<olivia "I...I can't. I'm sorry... I'm just not... not good enough.">> BINGO! SHE'S BROKEN! <<link "CONTINUE" "olivia office3e">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviachin.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviagrope.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviablank.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/olivianewsmile.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>You've done enough for today, so you walk over to Olivia and put your hand under her chin. You lift her sad, little face up. <<you "It's OK, Olivia. You've done enough thinking for today.">> you say. She still won't look at you. <<you "You did a good job. And there's a real upside to all of this.">> you say. She doesn't look at you. <<olivia "What?">> she asks. <<you "Well...you realized that thinking is not really what you're good at.">> you say. She starts to sniffle. <<you "But hey, that's OK. Not everyone is going to be good at thinking.">> you reassure her. She keeps sniffling and looking away. <<you "Stand up.">> you say. She does as she's told. <<you "Look at me.">> you say. She does. <<you "You don't have to think. You know why?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<you "Because you're a hot girl. And you have a great body.">> you tell her. You pull her shirt down, exposing her cute, little tits. She shudders. You grab her hair and force her to look at you. <<you "You've got these great little tits.">> you say, as you pinch her nipples. She winces and looks at you; her expression a mix of confusion, pain and shame. <<olivia "Thank you, sir.">> she says. Now she's got the right idea. <<you "And I bet you've got the tightest, little pussy too">> you say. When you do so, you see her put her knees together, anticipating you trying to play with that too. But you decide not to. After all...you'll have plenty of alone time with Olivia from now on. You need to save something for your future office sessions. <<you "But we're out of time. We'll have to pick up again here in our next meeting.">> you say. You let her go and she starts to put her shirt back on. She gathers up her things. She's just going through the motions right now. This encounter has her really shook. You're sure at some point later today, it will all hit her, and she'll have a good, old-fashioned, sobbing breakdown. You smile as you picture it. You're gonna have a lot of fun with this little cum dump. <<you "See you in class tomorrow. And don't forget what I told you about your probation officer.">> you say. She shudders. She starts to leave. <<you "Olivia?">> you call to her. She turns around to look at you. <<you "Smile, OK? You're so pretty when you smile.">> you say. She musters up all her will, and puts on a big smile. you smile back, and get a good look at her ass while she's looking at you. She notices you eyeing her up like a piece of meat, but there's absolutely nothing she can do about it, so she just keeps smiling and leaves. <<oliviaobedienceGain 2>> <<link "CONTINUE" "office3end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/apartmentext.jpg" alt="your apartment complex" class="left"> <</nobr>>Well, that certainly was an interesting session, you think to yourself as you pack up to head home. You catch the shuttle bus in front of Bellend Tower and slump into a seat near the back. As the shuttle carries you towards your home, you think about the ramifications of what happened this afternoon. <<if $lesson2==1>>Olivia really thought she was going to get the best of you today. You certainly showed her. But you can't allow yourself to get complacent. You may have the upper hand now, but things can change, and there are always some circumstances that are beyond your control. Keep a close eye on her.<<elseif $lesson2==2>>Grace got naked in your office and wants you to teach her about sex. What more can you say? You need to be VERY sure that she will not tell anyone about what's going on between the two of you. She seemed to agree to that, but you never know. It would be extremely bad if she let anything slip.<<else>><</if>> <<if $kristen.second==3>>As you get off the bus and head to your apartment, you catch your neighbor Kristen leaving her apartment next door. You decide to go over and talk to her. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1">><</link>> <<elseif $kristen.second==4>>As you get off the bus and head to your apartment, you catch your neighbor Kristen leaving her apartment next door. You decide to go over and talk to her. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1">><</link>> <<else>>You arrive at your apartment complex, head over to your unit, and go inside. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1">><</link>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <</nobr>>You arrive in your office and wait for Grace to show up. She seemed pretty nervous and a little upset throughout class today. Seems like she has a sensitive issue she's dealing with. <<if $lesson1==1>>You know she has no sexual experience, apart from that kiss with the girl which landed her here at Harrington...ironically.<<elseif $lesson1==2>>You know she's a virgin, she probably has never even kissed a guy.<<else>><</if>> It's likely she feels very uncomfortable with all the sexual topics we're discussing in class. It must be hard being the only one who can't really add to the discussion. There's a knock at the door. <<you "Come in.">> you say. The door opens, and Grace appears. She smiles nervously at you and enters the office, closing the door behind her. She stands there awkwardly for a moment. <<grace "Hi Professor.">> she says. <<you "Hello Grace. Would you like to sit down?">> you ask, gesturing to a chair. <<grace "OK.">> she says, and sits. She fidgets with her hands, not making eye contact with you, looking at the floor. <<you "Grace?">> you say, to get her attention. She looks up at you. <<grace "Yes?">> <<you "I can tell something is on your mind. Whatever it is, you can talk to me about it. That's what I'm here for.">> you say. She nods, but doesn't seem fully convinced. <<grace "Will you...tell anyone about this?">> she asks. <<you "Absolutely not. What we say in here is completely confidential.">> you assure her. <<grace "But...what about my parents? Don't you have to tell them?">> she asks. <<you "No, Grace. You're $grace.age years old. You're an adult. Your parents don't need to know anything about any of this.">> you say. She looks at you, still unsure. <<grace "You promise?">> she asks. <<you "I promise.">> you say. She seems to relax a bit after the promise. She sits back in her chair. The tension in her body seems to start melting away. She gives you a little smile. <<grace "OK. Good.">> she says. <<you "So, Grace...what's on your mind?">> <<link "CONTINUE" "grace office3b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile3.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <</nobr>>She sits there thinking of what she wants to say. You just let her think. She can take her time. You don't want to pressure her. Eventually, she finds the words. <<grace "I really didn't want to bother you with this...">> she says. <<you "You're not bothering me, Grace. Like I said before, this is what I'm here for.">> you say. She starts to fidget again. <<grace "No...I know. But I still feel bad.">> she says. This may be an opening to get her talking. <<you "What do you feel bad about?">> you ask. <<grace "That I'm taking up your time with my problems. I know the other girls don't bother you with this stuff. It's just...I don't really have anyone I can talk to about this.">> she says. <<you "Grace, do you trust me?">> you ask. <<grace "Yes! Of course I do!">> she says. <<you "OK, then trust me when I say you are not bothering me. I have as much time for you as you need. I'm here for you, and you don't need to feel bad about coming to me for help, or advice, or if you just want to talk. OK?">> you tell her. She smiles at you, a real smile this time. <<grace "OK!">> she says. <<you "Great! So, now do you want to tell me what's wrong?">> you ask. <<grace "Yeah...well...when we're all in class...I feel like I can't say anything when we're all talking about...about...">> she's too uncomfortable to say it. <<you "Sex?">> you say. She blushes and smiles. <<grace "Yeah.">> she says. <<you "Grace, why don't you say it.">> <<grace "...Sex.">> she says, then looks away. It's a start, I guess. <<you "Good, Grace. Say it again, louder.">> you say. She looks nervous. <<you "Grace, you can do this.">> you say. <<grace "SEX.">> she says, more confidently. She smiles a little. <<you "Come on, Grace...you can do better than that.">> you say with a smile. <<grace "SEX!!">> she says. She looks at you with a surprised expression, as if she can't believe what just came out of her mouth. You chuckle a little. <<you "Alright! Good! Now we're getting somewhere!">> you exclaim. She giggles nervously, but seems to be getting more comfortable. <<you "So why do you feel uncomfortable talking about sex?">> you ask. <<grace "Because I've never done it...and all the other girls have. Even Lauren.">> she says. <<you "I get it. It's hard sometimes to talk about things we aren't too experienced with. It makes us vulnerable, and that's tough sometimes.">> you say. <<grace "Yes! And I have all these questions I want to ask but...well...I don't want to feel stupid in front of the others. What if I ask a question...and they all laugh at me?">> she asks. Poor girl. Even though there's been some progress in the first two classes getting the girls to be nicer to Grace, those wounds are still fresh. <<you "It's scary, huh?">> you ask. <<grace "YES!">> she says. <<you "I know how you feel.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "grace office3c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile3.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <</nobr>><<grace "What do you mean? Why would you be scared?">> she asks. <<you "Same as you, Grace. No one likes feeling stupid in front of a bunch of other people.">> you say. She looks confused and a little shocked. <<grace "But...but...you're not a...a...virgin, are you?">> she asks, hesitantly. You reflexively laugh, but manage to stifle it, quickly. <<you "No, Grace. I'm not a virgin.">> you say. <<grace "I didn't think so, but you said you get scared talking to the class too.">> she says. <<you "I was just letting you know that even people like me, who do this for a living...we get a little scared sometimes too. There's nothing wrong with that.">> you say. <<grace "Oh...OK. Well what should I do?">> she asks. You think about it for a moment. <<you "Well Grace, I think there's a few ways you could handle this. I think since you're just not experienced or knowledgeable about sex, one way might just be to embrace that and ask your questions in class.">> you say. She looks down at the ground. Seems like she doesn't want to do that. <<you "I know you're scared they'll make fun of you, but I think you might be surprised. They've been treating you OK so far, right?">> you ask. She thinks for a bit. <<grace "Well...I guess. Kaylee and Alyssa have been a little nicer to me these last couple days.">> she says. <<you "OK, so there's that option. I know you've been getting closer to Lauren as well. You could talk to her about these things.">> you say. Grace still looks unconvinced. <<grace "Yeah...Lauren is really nice...but she's only had sex one time. She doesn't know much more than I do.">> she says. She's got a point. That would be like the mostly blind leading the completely blind. <<you "OK, I get that. Well...maybe you could-">> you start to say something else but Grace cuts you off. <<grace "Can you teach me? You know...about...sex?">> she asks. You feel your cock start to perk up. Little, virgin, church mouse Grace just asked you to teach her about sex. Certainly, she means academically, not physically...but your dick doesn't know that. <<you "Well, Grace...if that's what you want, I could do that. I could explain some things about it and answer your questions. Are you sure you wouldn't feel uncomfortable with that?">> you ask. <<grace "No! I feel really comfortable talking to you. You're really nice to me.">> she says with a smile. <<you "OK then, Grace. If you want, we can start having...let's say...private lessons here when we both have the time. Does that sound good?">> you ask. Her face lights up with a beaming smile. She gets up and comes over to your side of the desk. She gives you a big hug. <<grace "OH YES!! Thank you!!">> she says, giggling. You extricate yourself from her embrace and chuckle along with her. <<you "OK, OK! You're welcome, Grace.">> you say. She giggles some more then sits back down. <<link "CONTINUE" "grace office3d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracebody.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceask.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceboobs.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceboobs1.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceundoshorts.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceask.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <</nobr>>There's a bit of an awkward slience. You can see that Grace still wants to ask you something else. <<you "Grace, is there something else you want to talk about?">> you ask. She looks a little hesitant, but then seems to muster up some courage, <<grace "Well...I do. But I don't know. It's not really a question about class...like it's not about something I don't know. Is it still OK if I ask you?">> she asks. <<you "Of course it is, Grace.">> you say. She smiles and stands up. You look at her, awaiting her question. <<grace "Well...I've never had a boyfriend, you know. I've never even kissed a boy. There was this one boy at my church who was really nice to me...and I think he liked me. You know, like...LIKED me liked me.">> she says. You nod your understanding. She continues. <<grace "But he never told me...so I don't know. I...I...don't know how to ask this...">> she says. You just let her work through it. <<grace "Do you think I'm pretty?">> she asks, timidly. She stands there with her hands folded in front of her. She's waiting for your validation. She looks adorably hot. She has no idea how hot she really is. Her perfect $grace.age-year-old breasts are accentuated by her tight shirt. You can tell she's not wearing a bra; her cute, perky nipples are poking through the skin-tight material. Her slender body is young and fresh. Her smooth, tanned legs complete the package. She has a beautiful girl-next-door face. You still can't believe she doesn't realize she's a smokeshow. <<you "Grace, I think you're very pretty.">> you tell her. <<grace "You're not just saying that, are you?">> she asks. <<you "No Grace. I really mean it. You are beautiful.">> you say. She blushes and smiles. There's a short silence. You're about to say something when Grace speaks up first. <<grace "Can I ask you something else?">> <<you "Sure Grace.">> you say. She hesitates. <<grace "And...you're not gonna tell anyone about what happens in here, right? Especially not my parents?">> she asks. <<you "No Grace. I'm not going to tell anyone.">> you say. You wonder where she's going with this. Then, suddenly, you know EXACTLY where she's going with this. She pulls up her shirt revealing her absolutely perfect, perky, young breasts. You're frozen staring at them. <<grace "Do you think my boobies are too small?">> she asks. You are speechless. She looks at you awaiting an answer, but you can't make words. <<grace "Professor...are you OK?">> she asks. You continue staring right at her boobs. They are hypnotizing you. you can't think of anything other than them. Grace seems to notice you not answering. She talks some more. <<grace "See, because I know that some girls my age have way bigger ones. And I always thought mine would end up bigger. And no one's ever seen mine...at least not a boy. Girls have seen them, like in the locker room after gym class, but I've never shown them to a boy, and I need to know what boys think of them.">> she says. She squeezes them together, showing them off, testing them out on you. <<you "Uhh...Grace...I...I think they're fine. They're not too small.">> you manage to say. All you can think is "STOP HER! THIS IS WRONG!" but Grace seems to be comfortable; way more comfortable than you are right now. As if to prove that point... <<grace "OK, then Can I show you something else?">> she asks. You just nod. She starts to unbutton her shorts. Grace Lovejoy, the good Christian virgin is standing in your office with her tits out. And now she's undoing her shorts. YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS!! <<you "WAIT! GRACE, STOP!!">> you say. She looks confused. <<you "Grace, we CAN NOT DO THIS!">> you tell her. She just stands there, with her shirt pulled up and her shorts halfway undone. you can see her cute little blue panties peeking out above the waistband. <<grace "But...I thought you wanted to help me?">> she asks, looking a bit ashamed. You've got to explain it to her. <<you "Grace, I do want to help you. But do you know what would happen to me if ANYONE found out that you were taking your clothes of in my office, in front of me?">> you say. She thinks for a moment. <<grace "Oh...they would be mad?">> she asks. That's a, under-fucking-statement! <<you "Yes, Grace. They would be mad. I would get fired.">> you say. She looks concerned. <<grace "Oh I don't want that to happen. But I'm not going to tell anyone. What happens in here is confidential, remember?">> she says. You do remember. Still, you weren't expecting this. Are you taking advantage of this girl, if she's the one who wants to do this? <<link "CONTINUE" "grace office3e">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviashocked.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviathink.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviasmile.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/probation.jpg" alt="probation officer" class="left"> <img src="images/olivia/oliviashocked.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>><<olivia "I'm not a child!">> she says. <<you "Then why do you insist on acting like one?">> you ask. She sulks and looks away. You need to remind her who's boss. <<you "I asked you a question!">> you say. <<olivia "I'm not acting like a child! You're a fucking pervert who's just trying to creep on us! I'm not gonna let you force me into talking about sexual fantasies just so you can get off!">> she yells. <<you "I'm sorry that you feel that way, Olivia. That's not at all what I am doing.">> you lie. <<you "Like I said in class, I'm trying to make sure that you and the rest of the students do not have any reservations. You all need to be able to talk about sex openly.">> you say. She definitely doesn't believe you. <<olivia "So...does this bullshit ever work on ANYONE?!">> she asks. It usually does, you think to yourself. But Olivia, for all her stubborn bitchiness, seems to have a pretty good bullshit detector. It may be time to try a different approach; something a little more...blunt. <<you "Olivia, I don't think you fully understand your situation here. You do not have the power to deny or refuse anything.">> you say, calmly. <<olivia "Why, cause you're gonna expel me? Fuck you. If you even try it, I'll just tell Ms. Whitman that you tried to molest me. What the fuck are you gonna do about that...hmmm?">> she says. She sits there with a smug look on her face. She has no idea what's coming. You almost feel sorry for her. Almost. <<you "Olivia...do you know what I did after our first class?">> you ask. Her smug smile remains. <<olivia "No. Enlighten me.">> she says. <<you "I sent an email to your probation officer, Mr. Randolph. I stated that you were not living up to your probation requirements at Harrington, and that you were being very disruptive, argumentative, and disrespectful.">> you say. She chortles. You continue. <<you "I also told him that you have been observed by other students conspiring to accuse male faculty members, including myself, of sexual crimes. In your own words, 'With everything going on now with #MeAlso...I could get them fired just by throwing an accusation at them.'">> you say. She looks shocked. <<you "And then I told him that I know this would be an offense worthy of expulsion, but that I think that there's still a chance for you to be rehabilitated, and it wouldn't be right to give up on an intelligent young lady with so much potential.">> <<olivia "But...I DIDN'T SAY ANY OF THAT!">> she exclaims. <<you "Yes you did. It's right there in the email. An email from a renowned and trusted Professor and Counselor to a professional and veteran Probation Officer.">> you say. She stammers, trying to figure out what to do next. <<olivia "But...I...there's no one else who will corroborate that story!">> she yells. <<you "Sure there is. I can get anyone to corroborate it, because I sent similar emails to EVERYONE'S probation officers. They're all in the same boat as you; on their last chance, and completely beholden to me.">> you say. Her mouth is wide open. She can't believe what she's hearing. She's (finally) speechless. You walk over to her, put your hand underneath her chin, and close her mouth for her. She simply allows it. <<link "CONTINUE" "olivia office3c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/grace/gracehappy.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceundoshorts1.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracepanties.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracenude.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/cum.gif" alt="dick cumming" class="left"> <</nobr>>Fuck it, you think. You're already this deep in, and Grace seems to want to keep this under wraps. <<you "OK, Grace. We can do this, as long as you promise not to tell anyone.">> you say. She smiles wide <<grace "OH I PROMISE! Thank you!">> she says. She seems genuinely happy. You reassure yourself that while this may seem inappropriate...it's not. Right? RIGHT?! RIGHT! <<you "So what else do you want to ask me?">> you ask. She continues to take off her shorts You're focusing on her body, even though she's looking right at you. You can't help it. her body is amazing, and it seems like you're about to get a pretty good view of it. She lowers her shorts and steps out of them. Then she proceeds to take off her shirt, completely. She slowly starts to pull down her panties. You're staring right at her crotch, waiting for her to reveal her flower. She has no idea how much she's teasing you right now. Your cock is like a steel I-beam. It's taking all your restraint not to whip it out under the desk and start jerking it. How the fuck did you end up in this situation. You just met Grace yesterday, yet here she is, getting naked in your office. She must be a really trusting person...or maybe she's just desperate for some male validation. Either way, you're not questioning it. You're just going with it. Grace strips out of her panties and stands in front of you, completely nude. Surprisingly, her pussy is clean-shaven. You wonder what gave her the idea to do it that way. In your experience, most girls who go bald like that are doing it cause they're a little freaky. You're not complaining though...it looks amazing. Grace stands with her hands behind her back, fully displaying her young body for your evaluation. She smiles at you. You can't resist any longer. You start rubbing your hard cock through your pants. <<grace "So, Professor...do you think I have a good body?">> she asks, coyly. Does she know what she's doing to you? <<you "Grace, you have an amazing body!">> you tell her. She giggles. <<grace "Do you think boys will like me?">> she asks. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?! <<you "Grace...BOYS WILL DEFINITELY LIKE YOU.">> you say, adamantly. She giggles again. <<grace "I was worried, because boys have never really paid attention to me before.">> she says. You find that hard to believe. <<you "Well, Grace...if you show off that sexy body of yours a little more...they're definitely gonna start.">> you say. <<grace "YAY! Thanks Professor! You made me feel better!">> she says. Right back at you, Grace! She puts her clothes back on as you continue rubbing your cock under the desk. When she's finished, she thanks you again and leaves, closing the door behind her. The second she does, you whip your cock out and start vigorously masturbating. It only takes a few seconds before you're blowing your load all over the floor under your desk. <<gracetrustGain 1>> <<gracelustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "office3end">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg divebar>> <img src="images/billy/billysmoking.jpg" alt="billy smoking" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/cigout.jpg" alt="a black sedan" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/sedan.jpg" alt="a black sedan" class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marshadive.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billydive.jpg" alt="billy smoking" class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marshadive.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/carnight.jpg" alt="parked car at night" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/vin.jpg" alt="car VIN" class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marshadive.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billysmoking.jpg" alt="billy smoking" class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marshadive.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/scope.jpg" alt="man watching through scope" class="left"> <</nobr>>Meanwhile, far away... Marshal Buck sat alone outside the dirty, little tavern, smoking a cigarette. It was a nasty habit he picked up during college. In recent years, he'd managed to quit, with the help of nicotine gum...but after what happened these past few weeks, gum just wasn't strong enough. He needed the real thing to keep his anxieties at bay. He was dressed not as his usual self. He had on a ratty blue baseball cap and a plaid flannel shirt. In this get up, he had no trouble blending in with the patrons of this particular shit-kicker establishment. He finished his smoke and stubbed it out on the ground in front of him. He sat there staring at the smoldering butt for a few moments. His mind was swimming in unease and perterbation. A wisp of smoke rose up from the half-extinguished cigarette. He watched it, aimlessly. Just then, a car pulled up. It was a black sedan. He recognized it as his partner's. Marshal Marshall put the car in park, turned off the engine and got out. The car's headlights remained on, as they tend to do with newer model cars. <<billy "You forgot to turn your lights off.">> Billy said. <<marsha "They go off by themselves.">> Marsha replied. <<marsha "I see you're back to your nasty habit.">> she said, pointing to the smoldering cigarette butt on the ground. <<billy "Don't you start with me too.">> he said. <<billy "I get enough of that from my wife.">> <<marsha "OK, OK. So why the hell am I meeting you way out here in front of this shitty dive bar two counties away? Couldn't we just do this in the office?">> she asked as she sat down next to him. <<billy "Marsha...this is serious. I think something really bad is happening. And I don't know who's involved. I needed to meet somewhere where I knew it would just be the two of us.">> he said. She gave him a curious and suspicious look. <<marsha "So you think...you think whatever is happening... someone in the Marshals is involved?">> she asked. Billy buried his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes. He hadn't gotten much sleep the last couple days and it was beginning to show. <<billy "I don't know. Honestly, I don't. But with everything that's been happening...I only trust YOU right now.">> he said. <<marsha "I got your voicemail, by the way. I'm assuming that's what this is about?">> she asked. <<billy "Look, when I left that, I wasn't sure if I was being followed or not. But now I am positive. Someone's been following me, and I think they've been watching the house too.">> he said. Marsha reflexively chortled, to Billy's dismay. <<marsha "I really think you're just being paranoid. After what happened with $you.lastName...you're just on edge. I was too for a bit. It'll pass.">> she said. Billy gave her a frustrated look. <<billy "Look, I'm not kidding here. And I'm not just being paranoid. I've seen strange cars parked on my block, and I saw the same car parked near mine at work. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but then I saw it again at my house last night.">> he said. <<marsha "Well how did you know it was the same one? Did it have the same plates?">> she asked. <<billy "No, but-">> she cut him off. <<marsha "See I told you you were paranoid.">> she said. Billy erupted. <<billy "NO, GODDAMNIT! Let me finish.">> he yelled. His desperate frustration and anger made Marsha quiet down and listen. <<billy "I checked the plates and they were different, but I also got a look at the VIN. It was the same.">> Billy let this sink in. Marsha realized what he was saying. <<marsha "So it's the same car...but they're switching plates?">> she asked. <<billy "Now do you think I'm just being paranoid?">> <<marsha "No. I guess not.">> she said, grasping the seriousness of the situation. <<billy "Someone is surveilling me. And they're covering their tracks. This is a pro.">> he said. They both sat in silence for a moment. <<marsha "Do you think it's one of Angelo's?">> she asked. He looked right at her. <<billy "Who else could it be?">> he asked. They both sat in silence again. Billy got out a cigarette and lit it up. He looked at Marsha. Her expression, previously calm, had turned to nervous. Without looking back at him, she reached out and took the cig and started puffing on it herself. Billy got out another one and lit it for himself. The two of them sat there, smoking and thinking. <<marsha "I haven't seen anything weird around me though.">> Marsha said. <<billy "Well how close have you been paying attention?">> Billy asked. Marsha looked away. She hadn't really been paying close attention. But she certainly would now. <<billy "Look for suspicious vehicles or people around your neighborhood. Don't follow the same patterns you usually do. Head to work early. Take a different route...">> <<marsha "Yeah, I know what to do.">> she said. Buck knew she did. He had trained her well. She finished her smoke and got back in her car. As she drove off, Billy lit another cig with the butt of his current one. He sat there, smoking and thinking...completely unaware that even at that moment...he was being watched. <<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 1.4end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday139.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1310.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/recording.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>><<kristen "WELL?! What do you want?!">> she asks, indignantly. <<you "I want you to shut the fuck up over here! I've only lived here for a few days and the whole time you're next door making tons of noise! The walls are really thin, you know!">> you yell. <<kristen "Look, didn't I tell you before? If you keep coming over here and yelling at me, and being a COMPLETE ASSHOLE... I'm gonna call the cops on you!">> she yells back. <<you "Not if I call them first! I'm gonna call them every fucking night to report a noise complaint on you!">> you yell. <<kristen "You can't call the cops on me?! I wasn't even being that loud!">> she says. <<you "Oh yes I can! And you know what else?! I'm going to be recording every time you're being too loud over here. I'm going to have so much evidence, I could probably get you evicted when all is said and done!">> you tell her. She shakes her head at you. She can't think of anything to say. GOOD! <<you "So, KEEP IT DOWN!!!!">> you bellow. She just stares at you while you walk away and go back into your apartment. It's not 30 seconds before her music is back on, even louder than before. Fine, you think. She asked for it. You get out your phone and start recording. If the cops are going to be getting involved here, it's best to have as much evidence on your side as possible. You're gonna nail this little bitch to the wall!<<set $kristen.second=5>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg generic>> <img src="images/wednesday4/dreamhouse.jpg" alt="a strange house" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/marshadream.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/billyalive.jpg" alt="billy" class="left"> <</nobr>>This is a strange place. Where am I? I don't recognize that house. But... I've been here before, haven't I? Maybe not. I don't really recognize anything. There are some people over there, though. <<you "Hello? Hello?!">> Looks like they can't hear me. I don't recognize many of them. But I recognize her. I recognize him too. I've known him for... years, right? Why can't I remember?! <<you "I swear I recognize him!">> But... he looks <<linkreplace "different somehow">>DEAD <div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/billydead.jpg" alt="billy dead"></div> <<link "WHAT THE FUCK?!?! WAKE UP NOW!!!" "wednesday 4-1">><</link>><</linkreplace>>

<<if $katie.intro==3>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="fine arts building" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday321.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday322.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to explore a little, so you wander into the Fine Arts building next door. Maybe you'll run into someone you know. You're having a look around when you see a woman walking into an open office. You could swear you recognize her, so you head over there to take a closer look. You arrive at the office and look inside. It's the woman from the laundry room a couple nights ago, the one who was hogging all the machines. You put a red sock in with her white laundry. Just then, you notice that her blouse is pastel pink. You laugh to yourself. You bet that the blouse used to be white. Looks like your little prank did the trick. She looks up at you. <<katie "Hi there. Can I help you?">> she asks. <<you "Oh, no I was just exploring a little bit.">> you reply. <<you "By the way, I really like that PINK blouse.">> you say. She smiles, though she looks a little confused. <<katie "Oh. Thanks...I guess?">> she says. <<you "Yeah. I think most women would wear a WHITE blouse with that outfit, but you chose PINK and just...went for it!">> you say with a smile. She looks at you suspiciously. <<katie "Who are you again?">> she asks. <<link "I'm the guy who put that red sock in your laundry." "tuesday 3-katie1e">><</link>> <<link "I'm just a new professor here, trying to find my way around campus." "tuesday 3-katie1f">><</link>> <<elseif $katie.intro==1>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday324.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday326.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You think about maybe exploring a little, but decide to just go kill some time in your office before lunch. You're sitting at your desk, debating whether or not to have a quick wank. The door has a lock...and your computer is right there... Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Good thing you didn't have your dick out, you think. <<you "Come in.">> you say. The door opens, and you see a woman you recognize. It's the statuesque brunette from the laundry room a couple nights ago; the one you spanked for being a childish little bitch. She comes in and sits down, apparently without realizing who you are. <<katie "Thank you. Listen, I really need to talk to someone about...">> Her voice trails off as she looks up at you. She looks shocked and confused. She recognizes you. <<katie "What are YOU doing here?!">> she asks. <<you "This is my office.">> you say. She struggles to comprehend. <<katie "But...I need to talk to the counselor.">> she says. <<you "That's me.">> you say. She looks scared and ashamed. You're pretty sure she wants to talk to the counselor about her repressed daddy issues. After all, when you were spanking her, she seemed to like it. She was begging for "Daddy" to punish her. <<you "What do you want to talk about?">> you ask. She struggles to figure out what to say next. <<katie "I...I can't talk to YOU about this!">> she says. She seems pretty shaken up. What do you want to do? <<link "Tell her to either start talking or stop wasting your time." "tuesday 3-katie1a">><</link>> <<link "Tell her you're sorry about what happened between you two and that she can trust you." "tuesday 3-katie1b">><</link>> <<elseif $katie.intro==2>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="fine arts building" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday327.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday329.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to explore a bit. You've just started walking when you hear some very beautiful music coming from nearby. It's eminating from the Fine Arts Building next door. You walk over there and spy an open window on the ground floor. You peek inside and see a beautiful woman playing piano. You recognize her. It's Katie, the woman you met in the laundry room. She's playing the piano and she's VERY skilled at it. You head to the front doors of the building and inside. You walk down the hallway towards the sound of the music, and eventually find the room she's in. Not wanting to interrupt, you quietly step inside and listen from the back of the room. Eventually, she finishes the piece and the room falls silent. You start to applaud. It startles her. She looks up at you. <<katie "Oh my god! I didn't know you were there.">> she says. <<you "That was AMAZING!">> you say. She smiles and blushes. <<katie "Thank you. I don't really play that much anymore. Not for other people, at least.">> <<you "Well then, I'm glad I caught one of these rare performances.">> you say. She smiles. <<katie "So... what's a slimy little snitch like you doing in my building?">> she asks with a sly smile. Cute, you think. How do you reply? <<link "I gotta keep an eye on you, you horrible sex predator." "tuesday 3-katie1c">><</link>> <<link "Cute. Why don't you tell me why I came in here, huh?" "tuesday 3-katie1d">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday323.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday321.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "I'm the guy who put that red sock in your laundry.">> you say. Her eyes narrow and she looks at you with contempt. <<katie "You piece of shit!">> she says. <<katie "My entire closet is fucking pink now!">> <<you "Well, maybe that will teach you not to hog all the laundry machines.">> you say with a shit-eating grin. <<katie "Oh so this was a petty revenge thing, huh? Didn't mommy hug you enough?">> she says. You don't like that she's belittling you. She's supposed to be angry...but SHE'S the one making YOU angry. <<you "That's none of your business!">> you say. She starts laughing at you. <<katie "Wow, you're a sensitive little guy, aren't you?">> she says, mockingly. You grow even angrier. <<you "Hey...you...you...SHUT UP!">> you yell. She laughs even harder now. <<katie "Hey... you... you... couldn't think of anything better to say?">> she says, imitating you. You're really mad now. <<you "Well...FUCK YOU!">> you yell. You turn around and storm out of the office and down the hall. You can hear her call after you. <<katie "I look great in pink, by the way!">> she yells. You can hear her laughter echoing off the walls as you leave the building. What a cunt! <<set $katie.second=5>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday321.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday323.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday321.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday322.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday321.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/redsockwhite.jpg" alt="a red sock mixed in with white laundry" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide it's best not to let her know that you potentially ruined her entire wardrobe...the whites, at least. Better to play nice, since it seems like you two both work at Harrington. <<you "Hi. I was just looking around. I'm a new professor here.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<katie "Well welcome to Harrington!">> she says, cheerfully. She seems pretty nice. You feel a little bad now for messing with her laundry. You should probably work on your anger issues, you think. <<you "Thanks.">> you say. She looks at you as if she's trying to think of something. <<katie "Have we met before?">> she asks. You remember that she saw you, briefly, in the laundry room two days ago. <<you "I'm not sure. Where would we have met?">> you ask. She thinks some more. <<katie "I...I don't know. But I swear I recognize you for some reason.">> she says. <<you "I guess I just have one of those faces.">> you say. <<katie "Yeah...I guess so.">> she says, still unable to figure it out. <<you "So...what do you teach here?">> you ask. She smiles at you. <<katie "I teach Music Appreciation. My name's Katie.">> she says. <<you "Nice to meet you, Katie. I'm $you.fakefirstName. I teach Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> you say. She raises her eyebrows at your response. <<katie "Ahhh...the new sex teacher! We got a memo about you.">> she says. <<you "What...like a warning? I swear I'm not that bad.">> you say. She laughs at you. You were actually being serious, but she must have thought you were joking. <<katie "No, it was just letting us know that you'd be starting this term. Our old sex teacher quit pretty suddenly.">> she says. <<you "You know...I hear more and more people referring to me as 'the sex teacher.' What's up with that?">> you ask. She giggles a little. <<katie "Just a little Harrington joke I guess. When they first put the class in the curriculum, we all called the first professor that. I guess the name just stuck. I mean...you do teach sex, right?">> she asks with a mischevious smile. <<you "I guess so.">> you say. You're not too happy about the nickname, but it's probably unavoidable at this point. Best to just go with it. <<you "Well, I gotta be going. Sex won't teach itself.">> you say. She laughs. <<katie "OK, $you.fakefirstName. See you around!">> she says. <<you "See you, Katie.">> you reply. You head down the hallway and out of the building. <<nobr>><<link "''//She didn't seem so bad, you think to yourself.//''">><<set $katie.note6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Hopefully she never finds out about the red sock.<<set $katie.second=6>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg cafeteria>> <img src="images/monday2/cafeteria.jpg" alt="cafeteria" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylacaught.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylalook.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's lunch time so you make your way over to the cafeteria. There is, again, a group of students sitting at the outdoor tables. They are, again, whispering and giggling about you. You're definitely not shaking the Sex Teacher moniker anytime soon. <<you "Hello ladies.">> you say as you walk past. You hear them giggle even harder. One of them says something like, "OH MY GOD..." but you can't make out the rest. You shake your head and smile, then head inside to get some food. You grab a sandwich and a drink then head back outside to sit at the outdoor tables. That'll surely give the girls out there something to giggle about. You settle in and are just starting to eat when you notice Mikayla sitting by herself at a nearby table. She looks up and you two make eye contact. You smile and nod at her, and she smiles back. You return to eating, not paying attention to Mikayla. You look up again, and she's standing next to your table, holding her cafeteria tray with her lunch on it. The other girls in the eating area are all watching. <<mikayla "Hi, Professor. Can I sit with you?">> she asks. You know this is going to send the rumor mill into high gear, but fuck it. You don't really care what these random girls think. <<you "Sure.">> you say as you gesture to an empty chair at your table. Mikayla smiles and sits down. The two of you eat together in silence for a few minutes. Then Mikayla breaks the ice. <<mikayla "So... that was pretty intense in class today.">> she says. She looks at you. <<you "Well Mikayla, when we talk about sensitive personal stuff like that, it can get pretty emotional.">> you say. <<mikayla "I'm sorry if I... if it was too much.">> she says. You shake your head. <<you "You don't have to apologize for that, but I would appreciate an apology for you lying to me, and to the class.">> you say. She looks a little surprised. <<mikayla "But I didn't...">> her voice trails off as she sees the expression on your face. You're not going to let her worm her way out of this. Fact is, she lied. You know why she did it. But that doesn't make it OK. <<mikayla "OK. You're right. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.">> she says. <<mikaylaobedienceGain 1>> <<you "Thank you, Mikayla. It means a lot that you apologized, but I hope in the future, these kinds of apologies won't even be necessary. You understand what I mean?">> you ask. <<mikayla "Yes, of course I do, Professor.">> she says. <<you "Good.">> you say. The two of you continue to eat in silence for a few minutes. The other girls have seemingly lost interest and have gone back to their conversations. Then Mikayla speaks up. <<mikayla "Sir?">> <<you "Yes, Mikayla?">> you ask. <<mikayla "In class today... how did you know all of that about me?">> she asks. You think for a moment. How much should you reveal? <<you "Well, I have your personal file. There's a lot of information in there. And I made some assumptions just based on what I know about psychology and human nature.">> you say. She looks away, lost in thought. After a moment, she speaks. <<mikayla "If I wanted to talk to you... about my parents... and stuff like that, could I do that? Could we talk... alone?">> she asks. <<you "Sure. You can come to my office in the afternoons. If we both have time, we can talk about whatever you want.">> you say. She smiles at you, but then her smile turns to a look of worry. <<mikayla "And you wouldn't tell anyone what we talk about? If my parents ever found out...">> <<you "Remember what I told Grace today? Your parents are not going to find out.">> you say. That seems to reassure her. She smiles. <<mikayla "OK! Great!">> she says. She's done eating, so she gathers up her trash and starts to leave. <<mikayla "Bye, Professor.">> she says. You nod and smile. <<mikaylatrustGain 1>> <<mikaylalustGain 1>> You watch Mikayla leave the eating area. She looks back at you for a moment, smiles, and then she's on her way. She's really a hot little piece. She seemed like such a goody goody when you first met her, but after today, you're starting to rethink that assessment. You might be able to have some fun with this little minx. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-office1">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg cafeteria>> <img src="images/monday2/cafeteria.jpg" alt="cafeteria" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelook.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminearmscrossed.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>>Lunch time is upon you, and you're pretty hungry, so you head to the cafeteria to grab a bite. Just as yesterday, there are many students sitting in the outdoor eating area. You notice them whispering and giggling with each other as you walk by. They're probably all talking about the new Sex Teacher. You've given up fighting against it. It is what it is. You purchase some food and look around for a place to sit. As you're looking around, you spot a familiar face. It's Jasmine. She's sitting alone at a table far from the other groups. You decide to see if you can join her. It will probably send all the other girls into a flurry of gossip, but that can't really be avoided anymore - anything you do will probably cause that result. You approach her table. <<you "Would you mind if I sat with you?">> you ask. She turns her head and looks up at you. <<jasmine "The girls are gonna talk if you do, you know.">> she says. <<you "Yeah... I don't care. Do you?">> you ask. She shakes her head. you sit down. <<you "Thanks.">> you say. The two of you sit in silence while you both eat your lunches. After a while, you decide to strike up a conversation. <<you "Can I ask you something, Jasmine?">> you ask. <<jasmine "Sure.">> she replies. You take a moment before asking. <<you "Why are you lying in class?">> you ask. It's a direct and substantial question. She looks up, and... rather than being defensive, she smiles at you. <<jasmine "You caught that, huh?">> she asks. You just nod. <<jasmine "I didn't think anyone would notice.">> she says. <<you "Well, I did. I didn't want to call you on it in front of the class... but I think we should talk about it.">> you say. <<jasmine "Wouldn't you rather just talk about the weather or how you're liking your new job or something like that?">> she asks. <<you "You mean just do some useless small talking? Would YOU rather do that?">> you ask. She looks at you carefully, trying to read you. <<jasmine "No. I hate that shit.">> she says with a smile. You smile back. <<you "Me too. So... why the lies?">> you ask. She thinks about what to say. <<jasmine "Well... you probably read my file, right?">> she asks. You nod. <<jasmine "Then you probably know how I grew up.">> she says. <<you "Yeah. No parents, foster homes, all that. I know.">> you say. <<jasmine "Sometimes it's easier to just avoid talking about yourself when you're in those situations. The more people know you, the more they take advantage of you. That's been my experience, at least.">> she says. You take a moment to let that sink in. Jasmine's life must have been a very hard one. No wonder she's so closed off. <<you "OK, I get that. But I'd figure you'd just avoid people alltogether.">> you say. She laughs a little. <<jasmine "No, you can't do that. If you completely avoid people, then they get suspicious. They think you're a weirdo, and they want to know your story EVEN MORE.">> she says. <<you "So you give them just enough to keep them satisfied...">> you say. She nods. <<you "...Then you redirect their attention to something else.">> you say. She smiles again. <<jasmine "Sounds like you're pretty good at it too... lying, I mean.">> she says. <<you "I like to think of it as strategic misleading.">> you say. You're not sure why you're giving up your secrets to Jasmine, but something tells you she's not gonna tell anyone. <<jasmine "So... I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that there's more to you than meets the eye, Professor.">> she says. You look at her and smile. <<you "I don't know what you're talking about.">> you say, facetiously. She smiles back at you. <<jasmine "Sure. I get it.">> she says. The two of you continue eating your lunches together in silence. It's not an awkward silence though. It's two people who have come to a certain understanding, and they're comfortable enough to just exist together in the moment. After a while, you've finished your meal so you start to gather your tray and prepare to leave. <<you "This was nice, Jasmine.">> you say. <<jasmine "Yeah. Nice.">> she replies. Before you leave, you look at her. <<you "I know we understand each other a bit more now, and I get why you feel you need to do what you do when you're in class. But just know, if you ever want to REALLY talk about things, you can come to my office in the afternoons.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<jasmine "Got it. Thanks, Professor.">> she says. You can't be sure, but you think she's being genuine. Perhaps you'll be able to learn more about her in the days and weeks to come. <<jasmineobedienceGain 1>> <<jasminelustGain 1>> <<jasminetrustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-office1">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday326.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3211.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3212.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "I don't have the patience for this, OK? Either you talk to me about your problem, or you leave and stop wasting my time.">> you say. She sits there struggling to process what's happening. You decide to help her with that. <<you "Look...I'm guessing you're here to talk about what happened in the laundry room.">> you say. She looks as if she can't believe you knew that. It's a look you are used to at this point. <<you "At first, you were angry. You thought 'how dare he treat me like that!' Am I right?">> you ask. Though she still looks confused, she nods. <<you "But then, later that night, you thought about what you said...about how you wanted 'Daddy' to punish you.">> you say. A lot of this is just educated guessing on your part. But her reactions are confirming everything. First she couldn't believe you knew all of this...knew all her darkest secrets. Now she just looks down in shame. <<katie "Yes.">> she says, quietly. <<you "It was as if you couldn't even control it. It just came out, right?">> you ask. <<katie "Yes.">> she replies. <<you "But the thing that's really bothering you...is that the entire experience made you fucking horny.">> you say. She looks up at you. <<you "How'm I doin'?">> you ask. She looks you right in the eyes. You can see the lust building behind her expression. <<katie "Yes.">> she says, desperately. You let her stew in her desperation. She's really having a lot of trouble coping with this desire that she knows is so wrong, so dirty. And that makes it all the more fucking hot. She keeps looking at you, waiting for you to say or do something to cleanse her filthy conscience. You just sit there, patiently, watching the heat build inside her body. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3210.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday134.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3211.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday324.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday221.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>There's no way she's gonna keep talking to you unless you try to make things right for the way you treated her. You don't want to just let her walk away. <<you "Listen... I think we need to talk about what happened in the laundry room.">> you say. <<katie "Oh god! NO! You're a creep!">> she says as she starts to leave. <<you "Look, I'm sorry about what I did. It was... wrong. I was just really exhausted and in a real shitty mood. When we started fighting... I don't know. Something came over me and I just lashed out. I'm sorry.">> you say. She stops and looks at you, trying to gauge your sincerity. <<katie "I've never been treated that way before.">> she says. You notice something strange in her expression as she says it. There's anger there still, but something else too. Lust? <<you "Yeah. I don't usually do that stuff either.">> you say. <<you "Look, do you think maybe we can start over? I know it's a lot to ask, but you look like you could use some help, and I would like to help you if I can. It is my job, after all.">> you say. She looks at you, trying to decide if she can trust you or not. <<you "I'm $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName. And you are?">> you ask. <<katie "Katie Reynolds.">> she says, apprehensively. You smile at her. <<you "Nice to meet you miss Reynolds. Would you like to sit down again and talk to me?">> you ask. She hesitates for a moment, but then sits down. <<you "So... I know this might be a little awkward... but I have a feeling I know what you wanted to talk about.">> you say. She looks down, ashamed. <<katie "The laundry room...">> she says. <<you "The laundry room.">> you reply. There's a long silence. You wait patiently for her to muster up the courage to talk about it. <<katie "I was SO mad at you!">> she says. You think maybe she wants another apology, but you don't want to interrupt her, so you remain silent. <<katie "But... maybe I was being a bitch.">> she says. You just let her continue. <<katie "I was really upset that day too. Just a bad day, you know?">> She looks up at you, and you nod your understanding. <<you "We all have them.">> you say. She seems to like that you empathize with her. <<katie "When you took my clothes out of the machine...I just thought it was... like a personal attack.">> she says. You nod. <<katie "But that's silly. You didn't know me. You didn't even know those were my clothes. So how could it be a personal attack?">> she says. <<katie "I think I just wanted to pick a fight.">> <<you "I understand how that feels. I was feeling the same way after you got up in my face.">> you say. She looks away, then looks back at you. <<katie "I'm sorry about that.">> she says. <<you "Look, Katie...let's just say that both of us are sorry, and move forward from there. OK?">> <<katie "OK!">> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday324.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3213.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's waiting for you to say something to help her make sense of her desire. You've got her right where you want her. She probably thinks you'll tell her something that will make her feel better. Not likely. Time to get to the meat of it. <<you "So you came to the counselor to find out if you're fucked up or not.">> you say, no longer asking, just stating facts. She nods. <<you "But when you got here...and you saw it was me...all that went out the window. All you could think about was how it felt to have 'Daddy's' strong hands on your body.">> you say. She bites her lip and nods, her breathing becoming heavier. <<you "So who is it that you want right now? Do you want Counselor...or Daddy?">> you ask. She hesitates. <<nobr>><<link "''//You can see the deep moral debate happening in her head right now.//''">><<set $katie.note7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Her brain is saying Counselor, but her pussy is screaming DADDY!. <<katie "I...I...">> she stammers. <<you "MAKE A DECISION, LITTLE GIRL!">> you bellow. <<katie "DADDY! I WANT DADDY!">> she exclaims. You smile at her, devilishly. <<you "Then lock that door, little girl. Daddy's home.">> you say. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1a2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I'll go next.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <div class="thought">I always get a little nervous when I see Alyssa smile. Means she's plotting something.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>My sexual fantasy...is one that I've had for a LONG time. But I've never been able to do anything about it.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <div class="thought">There's that smile again.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>But now, I think I may actually be able to make it happen.<</speech>> She pauses. Everyone in class is all looking at her, waiting. <<speech "Lauren">>Well...what is it?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> Alyssa looks right at you. <div class="thought">This can't be good.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>I want to fuck one of my teachers!<</speech>> <<alyssalustGain 1>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> The whole class looks very uncomfortable. They all look at you for a response. Kaylee breaks out laughing. Alyssa keeps smiling at you. <div class="thought">Great. Like I didn't have enough to deal with. I should probably shut her down. Then again...maybe I should try to secretly let her know that I'd be into it.</div> <<link "Shut her down!" "tuesday 3-class5a">><<set $class2321=1>><</link>> <<link "Pretend to shut her down, but give her some hints that you are into her." "tuesday 3-class5a">><<set $class2321=2>><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> Grace raises her hand. <<speech "You">>Yes, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But... what about... <</speech>> She looks at Olivia. <<speech "Grace">>Olivia, please don't get mad at me when I say this...<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>You promise?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I promise.<</speech>> Grace takes a moment to before she speaks. <<speech "Grace">>What about what God wants for us?<</speech>> Olivia, to her credit, does not respond. <div class="thought">I guess no response is not a bad outcome here.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>What do you mean, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>God wants us to be married, and NOT to be lustful and promiscuous. In Corinthians, he said, 'To the unmarried and the widows I say that it is good for them to remain single as I am. But if they cannot exercise self-control, they should marry. For it is better to marry than to burn with passion.'<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>That's what he wants.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What if I don't believe in God, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It doesn't matter if you believe or not. God is real. And this is what he wants us to do.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>OK, but Grace... should Olivia have to live her life a certain way because of something she doesn't believe in? Should your religion get to dictate to others who don't follow it?<</speech>> <div class="thought">This is getting much deeper than I expected. That's good, I guess.</div> Grace thinks for a moment. Then she looks at Olivia. <<speech "Grace">>I don't think you should be forced to follow God's will... <</speech>> Olivia smiles at Grace. <<speech "Grace">>But I think we should all do it anyway.<</speech>> The class seems divided on this. Alyssa, Kaylee, and Olivia all roll their eyes. Some of the others look a little uncomfortable, but they don't say anything. Grace can tell they're not on board with what she's saying. <<speech "Grace">>I don't want any of you to go to Hell. I'm trying to save you.<</speech>> You look at Grace and you can tell she genuinely means it. She believes in the fire and brimstone version of Hell. <<speech "You">>Grace, I appreciate what you're saying, but I would like to keep the discussion on our original topic, OK? Do you have anything to add to that discussion?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Not really.<</speech>> <div class="thought">It must be hard for Grace being a virgin in a class discussion about sex.</div> <<speech "You">>Well Grace, I think then maybe you could just take this time to listen a little. We will certainly have more time to talk about religion and sex in a future discussion.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>OK.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <div class="thought">Poor Grace. Maybe I could talk to her a bit after class. Try to cheer her up a little.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class6">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <</nobr>><<if $class2321==1>> <<speech "You">>Alyssa Stevens. Inappropriate, as always.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You were the one who wanted us to talk about our fantasies. What's the matter...can't take the heat?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Alyssa, I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>What am I trying to do, Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You're trying to make me uncomfortable. You think that if you come on strong, that maybe it will make me nervous.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Then the class will notice me getting nervous, and they'll start to think that I want to fuck you too.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I never said I wanted to fuck you. I said I wanted to fuck ONE of my teachers. If you want to fuck me, that's VERY inappropriate!<</speech>> The whole class looks to you for a response. <div class="thought">Getting a little out of hand here...</div> <<speech "You">>Alright, Alyssa. You want to play this little game. Fine.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I DO NOT WANT TO FUCK YOU. You disgust me. You're spoiled, arrogant, and - frankly - not very attractive.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>You look like a cross between a day-shift stripper at a one-star strip club, and a broke-down lot lizard at a shitty truck stop.<</speech>> <<alyssalustLose 1>> <<speech "Kaylee">>SAVAGE!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>SHUT UP, KAYLEE!!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And speaking of "shitty"...I have absoultely no desire to eat your shit. So you can just pack up your slutty, loose, roast beef pussy, and your trashy, little, rat face, and keep on moving down the road. THERE IS NOTHING FOR YOU HERE!<</speech>> The entire class is stunned silent, except Kaylee who is laughing uncontrollably. Alyssa looks like she might cry. <<speech "You">>So, Alyssa... this is why we don't try to fuck with Professor $you.fakelastName. Any questions?<</speech>> She says nothing. <<alyssalustLose 1>> <<alyssatrustLose 1>> <<alyssaobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Good. Who's next?<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class6">><</link>> <<elseif $class2321==2>> <<speech "You">>Why are you doing this, Alyssa?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Doing what?<</speech>> <div class="thought">You know WHAT.</div> <<speech "You">>Trying to get me in trouble.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>What do you mean, Professor? I said I wanted to have sex with one of my teachers. I never said it was YOU.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Wait...does that mean YOU want to have sex with ME?!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <div class="thought">This bitch is trouble!</div> <<speech "You">>Alyssa...what I want or don't want does not matter. What matters is that you are not taking this class discussion seriously. You're obviously fucking around, and everyone here knows it.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't know what you're talking about, Professor. You asked us what our fantasies were, and I told you. I'm just doing what you said to do.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So how do you imagine it, huh Alyssa? You just push your teacher into an empty classroom, strip down, and start fucking him?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Or her!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Shut up, Olivia!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Or does it happen in class? You just slut out and start fucking him...<</speech>> You look at Olivia. <<speech "You">>...or her...<</speech>> You look back at Alyssa. <<speech "You">>...Right in front of everyone?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>Let's ask the class. Class...do you think Alyssa should just strip down and start fucking me right now, right in front of all of you?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>YES!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Kaylee's vote's in.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "You">>See, you think you can embarrass me, but you can't, Alyssa. Maybe if you took this seriously, you would actually get something out of these discussions.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, but...you never said whether you wanted to fuck her or not!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You're right, Kaylee. I didn't. And I'm not going to.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>That's not a NO!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <div class="thought">These girls are gonna get me fired.</div> <<alyssalustGain 1>> <<alyssatrustGain 1>> <<kayleelustGain 1>> <<kayleetrustGain 1>> <<alyssaobedienceLose 1>> <<kayleeobedienceLose 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class6">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>><<if $lesson2==1>> <<speech "You">>Grace?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "You">>You're next.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But...I can't.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes you can.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>No... I really can't.<</speech>> <div class="thought">She seems really nervous about this.</div> <<speech "You">>Why not.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Cause she's never had sex before.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "You">>That doesn't mean she can't join the discussion. Grace...GO. NOW!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But I don't know what to say. Kaylee's right. How can I talk about... you know... if I never did it?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Grace, we're not talking about what you've already done or not done. We're talking about what you WANT to do. Now TALK!<</speech>> <<graceobedienceGain 1>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>There must be something you can talk about, Grace...right?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I guess I can try.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I... well... I...<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I can't say it. What if someone finds out? What if my parents find out?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Why would your parents find out?<</speech>> Grace is thinking. <<speech "Grace">>What if someone tells them?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Grace, no one is going to tell your parents anything. Students are not allowed to have visitors here, so they're never going to come here. No one will ever even meet your parents, much less tell them what we are talking about in here.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>You promise.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I never lie, Grace.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Ha! That's a good one!</div> <<gracetrustGain 1>> <<speech "Grace">>Well. OK. I've never had...sex...with a boy. But I kissed a girl once... and I liked it.<</speech>> <<if $lesson1==1>><<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah Grace. We know. You told us yesterday, remember?<</speech>><<elseif $lesson1==2>><<speech "Olivia">>HOT!<</speech>><<else>><</if>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah. Well, I want to try having sex with a boy... and a girl... at the same time.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YEAH! Go get it, girl!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Grace...why are you upset?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Because it's a sin. I want to do it, but I don't want to be a sinner.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>And I just can't control what I want.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I'm too weak.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Grace, that's bullshit! You know what you want and you shouldn't let some old book written by old men change that or make you feel guilty for wanting it.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But it's the word of GOD, Olivia!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Oh it is not! It was written by a bunch of dudes a long time ago. Why would you let that dictate how you live your life?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Because I... I'm a Christian.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, but doesn't it make it that much hotter...you know...that it's a sin?<</speech>> Everyone looks at Lauren, surprised. She notices their attention. <<speech "Lauren">>What? I can't think something is hot?<</speech>> <<laurenlustGain 1>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Lauren... you're a nasty girl, and I LOVE IT!<</speech>> Everyone laughs except Grace. <<speech "Grace">>It does make it hotter. It makes me feel all tingly when I think about it. That makes me feel even more guilty.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<gracelustGain 1>> <<speech "Sophia">>Grace, you're an adult now. You could do this if you wanted to. I mean... who would ever know.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>God would know.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <div class="thought">Well... probably not gonna get much more out of Grace today.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Grace. You're done for today.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Who's next?<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class7">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Can we stop talking about god and start talking about SEX?!<</speech>> The class laughs, except Grace. <<speech "You">>Well, Kaylee... it's your discussion. Go ahead.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh, I don't really want to talk, I just like listening to everyone else talk about sex.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, well... in a way, I guess Kaylee is right. We've gotten a little off track here in the discussion. Does anyone want to bring it back around to the original topic?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So, why IS the bible so uptight about sex anyway?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>PLEASE NOT MORE BIBLE TALK!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I'm talking about sex too, Kaylee!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I guess so. I'm still bored!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It is an interesting question, though. I think it would be good to discuss. A lot of our societal norms around sex actually stem from Christianity.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>It's cause the bible was written by men, and they wanted to maintain power over women.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Olivia, I'm with you about patriarchy, but it can't always just be "because men are bad and they want power over women." It has to be more complex than that, don't you think?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>It's because you need women to make more people! Men can't make babies. Without women, the human race wouldn't survive.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I hate to point out the obvious, Olivia, but you need men to make babies too.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, but all a man has to do is cum! After that, he can just go on his merry way. It's the women who have to suffer through pregnancy and childbirth!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Women are just a commodity to men. They're treated like property, or they have been, for ages.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But it's not the same now. We're not living in caveman days. There aren't men just grabbing women and dragging them to their cave by their hair so they can have sex.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Sure there are!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But it's a crime to do that now! Men who do things like that are punished.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Sometimes, maybe... in certain countries. But it still happens a lot.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>It's biology.<</speech>> Everyone looks at Jasmine. <<speech "You">>Could you explain more what you mean, Jasmine?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Well, women only have so many eggs, but men have unlimited sperm... basically.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>So what?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>So think about human evolution. It's a lot different now, but think back to when we REALLY needed to have babies, and to make sure those babies survived.<</speech>> The class seems very interested, all except Kaylee. <div class="thought">Not enough sex talk for her, I guess.</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Women needed to be careful about who they decided to have sex with, because their eggs were really valuable. Men just needed to try to make as many babies as possible.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Are you saying women's only value is to make babies?!?! Jasmine, how can you believe that?!?!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I don't. But I think that way back when, people DID believe that, and there was a reason for them to believe that, no matter how wrong it seems today. All that just carried over into modern culture.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, Olivia. She's not saying that it's right, just that maybe that's where of it came from.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>So if I want to have sex with a bunch of different guys... WHICH I DON'T... then I'm a slut because I'm not valuing my eggs?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>It kinda makes sense, in a weird sorta way, doesn't it?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, but it's bullshit! It's not like there's a shortage of people on the planet today. Why does this shit still matter?!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Because ideas that get passed down generation after generation tend to stick. They end up in religious doctrine, they end up in our pop culture, and our education.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>And that's why you all need to listen to me when I tell you that THE PATRIARCHY is a real thing and WE need to fight against it!<</speech>> The class looks like they're really getting into this discussion. <div class="thought">Alyssa didn't even roll her eyes this time when Olivia mentioned The Patriarchy.</div> <div class="thought">Progress.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class7">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <</nobr>> <<speech "Lauren">>I'll go.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Alright, Lauren. Go for it.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>So, like I told y'all last time...I only ever had sex one time.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>It was with this guy, at a party, and we did it outside in his car.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, the guy with the horsecock!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurensurprised.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Don't give us that look! You're the one who told us about it!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, I guess. Well... when we were doing it... we were both drunk, and it was my first time... so it wasn't that good, I dont think.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But while we were doing it, there were people... watching.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>And I didn't think about it at the time... but I did later.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I would have been mortified!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Not me!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Yeah Kaylee. We know.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>Well, I thought that I should be embarrassed... but when I thought about it... I got really horny.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>So you want people to watch you?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah... I do. And like a week later... I...<</speech>> She hesitates. <<speech "Lauren">>No, I can't tell you about this.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Lauren, you can and YOU WILL!<</speech>> She obeys. <<laurenobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "Lauren">>Like a week later, I was at the park near my school. I was just sitting there reading, and there was this guy sitting on a bench nearby.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>And he kept looking at me, like he was really creeping on me. And I knew I should have felt grossed out, but I didn't.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Did you fuck him?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>NO! I told you I only had sex the one time.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>But you WANTED to fuck him!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>NO! I didn't want to fuck him...<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>But...?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>But... it turned me on that I was turning him on.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>So what happened?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Well, I looked around and there wasn't really anyone else at the park, so I just pulled down my pants and showed him my pussy.<</speech>> The class collectively gasps, except for Alyssa who laughs and Kaylee who applauds. <div class="thought">There's a mental image I can get behind.</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenpark.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Lauren! Why would you do that?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I don't know! I didn't even think the guy was hot. He was old and kinda creepy. But just knowing that I could make him all horny... and that he'd probably jerk off later thinking about me... I couldn't resist. And I want to keep doing it.<</speech>> <<laurenlustGain 1>> <div class="thought">WOW! The wallflower is a size queen AND an exhibitionist. This discussion is leading to some very interesting discoveries.</div> <<speech "Grace">>What happened next?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Some people started walking up, so I just pulled up my pants and left.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>That was it?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, that was it. I never did anything like that again. And a few weeks later, I got busted for the pot and I came here.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Lauren... you could make SO MUCH MONEY CAMMING!!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Lauren">>Really?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>TRUST ME! I'm an expert!<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class8">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But It's starting to change, right, Olivia?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I mean with the #MeAlso Movement. Isn't all of this starting to change?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>NO! Well, maybe a little. But not fast enough! Not nearly fast enough!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>But Olivia, you have to admit there's been progress, especially lately. It may sometimes be slow progress, but it's progress.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Not enough progress, Professor. And I think you know that.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>There's definitely room for more.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But looks at what's happened just in the last five years. So many bad men have been caught for the horrible things they're doing to women.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, but it's also showing everyone just how prevalent this shit was! It's happening everywhere!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>But now it's coming out into the open. Isn't that a good thing?<</speech>> Olivia thinks for a few moments. <<speech "Olivia">>It's a good thing, yes. Of course it's good. It just makes me mad.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, what do you mean it makes you mad?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>The #MeAlso Movement, and the gains we've made, those don't make me mad. It makes me mad reading about all the feminist movements that came before #MeAlso. I'm learning about these great women, and all that they were trying to accomplish, and everytime I hear about some new #MeAlso scandal... it makes me think that the work will NEVER be done.<</speech>> The class thinks about this for a moment. <<speech "Olivia">>There are women who fought their entire lives against misoginy and sexism, and now, when I hear about Hollywood producers and powerful politicians that are STILL getting away with that shit NOW... it just makes me... so angry.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Jesus Olivia. You always need something to be angry about, huh? Can't you just chill the fuck out for once?!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashocked.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>HOW CAN YOU NOT BE ANGRY ABOUT THESE THINGS TOO?!?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Olivia, please keep it civil.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>NO, FUCK CIVIL!!<</speech>> Olivia is very angry. Alyssa smiles. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <div class="thought">Alyssa's trying to get a rise out of Olivia. It's working.</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Come on, Olivia. Alyssa's just trying to make you mad. Don't let her get to you.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I am not! I'm just sick of the femi-dyke going on and on about the same shit every day!<</speech>> <div class="thought">NOT progress.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>FUCK YOU, ALYSSA!! You're part of the problem! It's women like you-<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>What do you mean, "women like me?"<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Women who just act like this isn't a big deal. Women who just go along with all of it, as if it doesn't affect them. Women who attack other women for trying to change things! Like it or not, I'm fighting for YOU! I would like some fucking gratitude sometimes!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OH, I get it. You just want me to thank you? OK, Olivia. Thank you so much for being an angry feminazi and making guys scared to even TRY to make a move on me! Thank you so much for accusing EVERY SINGLE PERSON WITH A DICK of being a rapist. That's really working out for all the women you say you're fighting for!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>So you're pissed at me because guys aren't making moves on you? You think that's because of people like me?! That's fucking ridiculous!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Just do what I do and make the move on them instead!!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>SHUT UP, KAYLEE!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>SHUT UP, KAYLEE!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshocked.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YOU BITCHES!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Everyone calm down! Professor, are you going to control this?<</speech>> <div class="thought">She might be right. What should I do?</div> <<link "Shut this down. It's escalating too much." "tuesday 3-class8">><<set $class2312=1>><</link>> <<link "Let them work it out. It will be counterproductive if you interfere." "tuesday 3-class8">><<set $class2312=2>><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>><<if $lesson2==1>> <<speech "You">>OK then. Olivia. You're next.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Why do I have to do this?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Olivia...I've already told you why you have to do this. NOW DO IT!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <div class="thought">This little bitch needs a serious attitude adjustment.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Fine, Professor Pervert! I'll tell you my fantasy! It's living in a world where there aren't any MEN!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Predictable.</div> <<speech "You">>You know, Olivia...it takes both a man and a woman to make a baby. You know that, right?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>I was being sarcastic.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yeah... I picked up on that.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well, I'm still not telling you about my fantasies.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What's the matter? Scared? Everyone else did it. Even Grace did it! So why can't you?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Listen, I'm not scared. I'm just not going to let you force me into something I don't want to do. Everyone else may be weak and scared of you, but I'm not.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Who are you calling weak, Olivia?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah. I'm not scared of Professor $you.fakelastName you know.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK I'm sorry I said that. But I'm STILL not going to do this and YOU, Professor, CAN'T MAKE ME!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well... she's left me no choice now.</div> <<speech "You">>Olivia...let me tell you something...<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>You are not special. You are not in control. You will not disrespect me or this class.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I have been letting you slide so far here. But that ends NOW.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>This is your last chance to take this discussion seriously.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Do as you are told, or face the consequences.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviabird.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>OK, Olivia. Have it your way. You will come to my office this afternoon, 2:00pm sharp. We will discuss your disobedience and lack of respect.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Fuck you. I'm not doing that.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>If you don't, you will be expelled. Then you will be sent to prison.<</speech>> Olivia looks shaken now. The rest of the class looks uncomfortable as well. <div class="thought">She's got no play here, and she knows it.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>FINE!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>2:00 pm sharp. Do you understand?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yes...<</speech>> <div class="thought">Yes what?</div> <<speech "Olivia">>...sir.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Good girl.</div> <<olivialustLose 1>> <<oliviatrustLose 1>> <<oliviaobedienceGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class9">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2 and $class2312==1>> <<speech "You">>EVERYONE STOP RIGHT NOW!!!!<</speech>> The class falls silent. <<speech "You">>This is getting out of control!! You need to respect each other!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>It's Alyssa's fault!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck you! It's your fault!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>BOTH OF YOU!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>IT'S BOTH OF YOU!!<</speech>> They stop yelling, but still look very pissed off. <<speech "You">>Alyssa, it's your fault because you are deliberately trying to piss Olivia off. Don't even try to act like you're not!<</speech>> <<alyssalustLose 1>> <<speech "You">>And Olivia, it's your fault because you are letting Alyssa push your buttons. You know she's going to do it, and you fall for it every time!<</speech>> <<olivialustLose 1>> They both sulk, refusing to look at you. <<speech "You">>And Kaylee... <</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What? I was just trying to lighten the mood a little.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Kaylee... learn to read the room, OK?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>OK... what does that mean?<</speech>> <div class="thought">She's kinda dumb, ain't she?</div> <<speech "You">>Just... look, if people are fighting, try to stay out of it, OK?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Sure teach. Whatever you say.<</speech>> Olivia and Alyssa still look mad; at each other, but probably also at you. <<speech "You">>I know you probably don't like me yelling at you two, but when you act like this, there are six other students here who are not getting the education and the opportunity to participate that they deserve.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>This isn't about you, and it isn't about me. It's about the entire class. You need to respect everyone, or this isn't going to work.<</speech>> Olivia and Alyssa look a little less mad and a little more guilty. <<speech "You">>And if this doesn't work, Olivia... Alyssa... then we'll just have to go back to "dorky old man blathering on about sex while you're all bored out of your skulls." You get me?<</speech>> They both seem to understand what you're getting at. <<speech "Olivia">>Fine. I get it.<</speech>> <<oliviaobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Alyssa?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>Come on, Alyssa.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Fine. Whatever. I get it.<</speech>> <<alyssaobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Good. Let's move on.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Alyssa, I'm not trying to pick a fight here, but I just can't see how you can't take this seriously. Doesn't it bother you that even in this day and age, you can't walk alone at night without being afraid you're going to be raped?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I'm not afraid I'm going to be raped.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But... why not?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't know. I'm just not.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>She's usually too drunk to care anyway.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Kaylee!!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>No, she's right. I ususally am too drunk to care, or even remember anything.<</speech>> Olivia looks away and just shakes her head. <<speech "Lauren">>But, Alyssa... Do you think maybe you might have been... raped... while you were drunk?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't know and I don't care.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class9">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2 and $class2312==2>> You look at Mikayla and just shake your head. She looks desperate for you to take control of the situation. <div class="thought">If I step in now, we'll lose any progress we've made so far. Best to let them work it out themselves.</div> <<mikaylatrustLose 1>> <<speech "Olivia">>So you're just gonna bury your head in the sand, huh Alyssa? Just pretend like it's not happening?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Maybe! Maybe not! I'm just fucking sick and tired of hearing YOU bitch about it ALL THE TIME!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well you know what I'm sick and tired of? I'm sick and tired of not being able to walk alone at night without being afraid I'm going to get raped! I'm sick and tired of powerful men treating their underlings like their own personal harem! And I'm sick and tired of WOMEN making excuses for them!!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh please. I walk alone at night all the time. I'm not scared of some guy trying to rape me!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Why the fuck not?!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Because she's usually too drunk to care!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Shut up, bitch!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What? It's true. You're usually so hammered that any guy who wants to can get some!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>That's RAPE! If you're so drunk that you can't consent, then you're getting RAPED, Alyssa!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck off, Olivia! I am not!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But, I think you are, Alyssa.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Stay out of this, loser!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurensurprised.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>But do you want all those creeps putting their hands all over you?! Do you want them using your body when you're not even conscious?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't fucking care! It's not like I remember any of it!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Oh, Alyssa...<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You stay out of this too, Jesus freak! I don't need your pity!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>Why would you let that happen to yourself?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't fucking know! Shut up!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>NO! I'm not going to shut up! You may say you don't care about this, but I KNOW you do!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Let it go, Olivia!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>NO! I can't just let it go! You're just letting yourself get sexually abused and pretending like it's no big deal!! What the fuck is wrong with you?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I DON'T KNOW OLIVIA!!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!?! I don't fucking know!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>How can you not know?! How can this not bother you?!<</speech>> Alyssa looks to be at her breaking point. She's no longer yelling. She starts to cry. <<speech "Alyssa">>Because it's all I'm good for, Olivia, OK? There. I said it. I'm just a slut. All I'm good for is getting fucked.<</speech>> Olivia looks shocked and sad at Alyssa's admission. <<speech "Olivia">>Hey, that's not true. Look, I'm sorry I-<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>NO! Don't fucking do that. Don't pity me.<</speech>> The whole class is silent. <<speech "Alyssa">>This is just what I am, OK? I can't change that, so I'm not even gonna try.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Shit, that's upsetting. Does Alyssa really think that?</div> <<speech "Olivia">>I'm sorry, Alyssa. I'm sorry I yelled at you.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Save it, Olivia. I told you I don't want you to apologize.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well too bad. I'm doing it anyway.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class9">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> <<speech "You">>OK, Mikayla. You're the last one.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So let's get going.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "You">>Look, before you ask me if you have to do this...YES. YOU HAVE TO DO THIS.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>OK.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I think my fantasy is more romantic than sexual.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylastory.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>I've always dreamt about my wedding day! And how romantic it would be! Of course, it would be Geoffrey who I'm marrying. And before we get married, he'll propose to me in the most romantic way!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>We'll be on a vacation together, in Nice, or maybe Monaco. And we'd have a lovely dinner, and we'd walk on the beach together. And he'd tell me how much he loves me and how happy we will be together! And then he'll propose and of course I'll say YES!<</speech>> Kaylee and Alyssa roll their eyes. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>And the wedding, of course, will be just perfect! Everyone who's anyone will be there. My parents know quite a few very influential people, and they'll all be there... and... um...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>AAAAHHHHHH!!! This is SOOOOO LAAAAME! It's literally making my pussy dry up!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>SHUT UP! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS, KAYLEE?!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Because I don't believe you! There's no way that THIS is your fantasy!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well not all of us can be harlots with loose morals and disreputable families...like YOU!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh fuck you, Country Club! You act like your life is so perfect. But we all know that's bullshit!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Oh, you should talk, Alyssa! You're nothing! Just some new money trash! Your family will piss that all away in one generation!<</speech>> The class looks shocked at Mikayla's agression and viciousness. Alyssa gets out of her seat and starts heading toward Mikayla. You step in and restrain her. <<speech "Alyssa">>GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!! I'M GONNA KILL THAT LITTLE BITCH!!!<</speech>> You physically put Alyssa back in her seat. <<speech "You">>Alyssa, if you ever threaten another student like that again, you will be expelled. And you know what that would mean!<</speech>> She does. She grumbles and pouts, but does not resist. <<alyssaobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>And as for you, Mikayla... You're acting like a spoiled rich cunt. And everyone here knows that this little 'I'm so perfect and everything in my life is perfect,' act that you put on everyday is a load of crap.<</speech>> <<mikaylatrustLose 1>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>How dare you say that?! You don't know me! You don't know anything about me or my life!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Um...actually...</div> <<speech "You">>Dad's a US Senator, Mom's the CEO of some big media conglomerate. You're OLD OLD money.<</speech>> Mikayla looks surprised you know this. <<speech "You">>Your parents...well, they want everything to be PERFECT. Perfect image, perfect family, perfect daughter. How close am I getting here?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "You">>And since they're big, powerful people, they spend all their time worrying about work, and their connections, and their POWER. And you try SO HARD to do what's expected of you. Because you need to do what's expected of you. After all...you have a name to uphold; you're a Morrison.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I... I don't... that's not why...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes it is, Mikayla.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's why you work so hard in school, cause being valedictorian, that's what's expected of you. That's why you try so hard to look perfect all the time too; because that's what's expected of you.<</speech>> The class is riveted to this exchange. Mikayla looks like she might cry. <<speech "You">>And that's why you've been with the same boring guy since you were like 13.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Cause he's from a good family...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>...And that's what's expected of you.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "You">>And the worst thing, the WORST thing, is that since you always do what you're expected to do, your parents just ignore you...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>...Until it's time to trot you out for a campaign or some sort of PR nonsense.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And you can't tell me that you don't get sick of it all, right?<</speech>> Mikayla looks away. <<speech "You">>You can't tell me you don't want to just do something fucking crazy, so that maybe, just maybe, they'll stop treating you like...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>...A fashion accessory...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>...And start treating you like a person.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "You">>That's why you started selling Adderall to kids at your school. It was a cry for help. And I get it. Your parents didn't give a shit about you, but they were still your parents.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So you thought, maybe if I fuck up bad enough...they'll finally have to pay attention to me.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Maybe if I do something that's NOT what's expected of me, then maybe they'll have to deal with me.<</speech>> Mikayla is crying now. She speaks softly through her tears. <<speech "Mikayla">>~~I hate them.~~<</speech>> <div class="thought">OK, we seem to be getting somewhere.</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>~~I hate them...~~<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>...So fucking much.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>THEY NEVER CARE ABOUT ANYTHING I DO!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I'm the best student, and they don't care! I'm dating the boy that I KNOW they wanted me to, and they don't even care!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I TRAFFICKED STOLEN PHARMACEUTICALS!!!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>~~They don't care.~~<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Do you know how they told me I was being sent to Harrington?<</speech>> The whole class looks at Mikayla, enthralled. <<speech "Mikayla">>Their lawyer sent me a letter.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT?!?!?!<</speech>> <div class="thought">DAMN. That's fucking cold.</div> Mikayla lets out a sad laugh of desperation. <<speech "Mikayla">>~~their lawyer~~<</speech>> The class stews in silence. Mikayla looks up and notices she's still the center of attention. <<speech "Mikayla">>I've never said that to anyone.<</speech>> Another long silence. <<speech "Lauren">>So, Mikayla... <</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>...If Geoffry isn't your dream guy...then what's your ACTUAL fantasy?<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class10">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> <<speech "Grace">>But what about your parents, Alyssa? Don't they care?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Please. My dad is dead and my mom couldn't care less.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I'm sorry, Alyssa.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Don't be. My dad was an idiot and my mom is a cunt.<</speech>> Grace physically recoils when Alyssa says cunt. <<speech "Jasmine">>But it's still hard when someone in your family dies.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>What the fuck would you know about it?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Both my parents are dead.<</speech>> The class looks surprised, even Alyssa. They didn't know Jasmine was an orphan. <<speech "Jasmine">>They died when I was little. I don't really remember much about them.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Sorry. That sucks.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Thanks.<</speech>> The class settles in to an uncomfortable silence. <<speech "Mikayla">>My parents just ignore me.<</speech>> Everyone looks at Mikayla, shocked. <div class="thought">Looks like little miss perfect isn't so perfect after all.</div> <<speech "Sophia">>What do you mean, Mikayla?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>They're always too busy working. They don't care about me.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So little miss perfect isn't so perfect after all.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Is she reading my mind?</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Stop it, Alyssa.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Mikayla... I've seen you all over TV. I mean, everyone has. Your family seems really nice.<</speech>> Mikayla laughs out loud. <<speech "Mikayla">>Sure we are, when the cameras are rolling. But you never see us the rest of the time.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Dirty dirty gossip!!! Start dishing, Mikayla.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Kaylee...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Learn to read the room.<</speech>> She looks a little confused. <<speech "Kaylee">>OK... sorry.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Won't your parents get mad at you, Mikayla... if you tell us this?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Oh my god... they would be FURIOUS if they knew I was telling you this!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Maybe you shouldn't then.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Look we won't tell anyone.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Honestly... I don't even care if you do. I'm past that at this point.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>But you've been so happy, or so it seemed. What about all the summer homes and the yacht club. What about Geoffry?<</speech>> Mikayla laughs again. <<speech "Mikayla">>The only reason I'm with Geoffry is because I thought it was what my parents would want. I figured that was what's expected of me...<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>..And I always do what's expected of me.<</speech>> There is another long and awkward silence as the class ponders what they've just learned about Mikayla. <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah but didn't you, like, sell meth to your whole school or something?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Alyssa!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>No, she's kinda right. But it wasn't meth, it was Adderall.<</speech>> The whole class is paying attention to Mikayla. <<speech "Mikayla">>I stole it from people's houses, then I sold it to kids at school.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Why would you do that?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I don't know. I think I thought maybe if I did it, my parents would find out and... <</speech>> <<speech "You">>...Maybe they'd finally pay attention to you.<</speech>> <<mikaylatrustGain 1>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah. It was stupid, I guess. It didn't work.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>They didn't even talk to me about it. They had their lawyer make a deal so I didn't go to prison. Then they shipped me off to Harrington.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I can't believe they didn't care. They're your parents!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>All they cared about was their image. As long as that was clean, they were fine with whatever happened to me. They had the case sealed, and made up some bogus cover story. They even had their lawyer make me sign an NDA. Can you believe that?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well, they seem like fucking monsters.</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>I'm sorry I'm going on like this. It's rude for me to complain about my parents when some people's are gone. I'm sorry, Jasmine, Alyssa.<</speech>> Alyssa just nods and looks away. Jasmine speaks. <<speech "Jasmine">>Don't apologize. We all have problems, I guess. Maybe we're not that different.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Maybe not.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class10">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> The whole class is waiting for Mikayla to reveal her actual fantasy. <<speech "Mikayla">>I just want... I want to... Oh, this is gonna sound really bad when I say it.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Come on Mikayla. You've come this far.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>OK.. I want to get fucked by a black guy. Right in front of my parents.<</speech>> <div class="thought">OH BOY!</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylablacked.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <div class="thought">That's a fun thought!</div> <<speech "Sophia">>Why should it matter if he's black?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>It doesn't. Not to me, at least.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Cause, when you say that, you sound kinda racist, you know?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I'm not racist. But my parents TOTALLY are! And I just want to see the look on their faces when they see me getting absolutely railed by a huge black cock!<</speech>> <<mikaylalustGain 1>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylablacked1.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Am I the only one getting really horny just picturing this?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Nope.</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>So, is your fantasy really about black guys, or just pissing off your parents?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Pissing off my parents, totally! It doesn't have to be a black guy. They hate Mexicans, Muslims, Jews, Catholics... pretty much everyone.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>They sound like real...real...ASSHOLES!<</speech>> Everyone stares at Grace in amazement. Mikayla's parents must be some real pieces of shit if they made the church mouse angry enough to swear. <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, they are!!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But don't you think it's wrong? Like to just use some guy, just to piss them off...just because he's black?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Olivia...look at Mikayla.<</speech>> She does. <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, so?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Now imagine her naked.<</speech>> She does. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanude.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>You really think any hypothetical guy is gonna care about that?<</speech>> Olivia thinks for a moment. <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, you're right.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class11">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I'm sorry, Professor. I got us off topic.<</speech>> <div class="thought">I suppose she did... but doesn't need to apologize about it.</div> <<speech "You">>Don't worry about it, Mikayla. You're fine. But we're getting close to the end of class. Is there anyone else who has anything they'd like to add?<</speech>> No one responds. There's still time left in the discussion though. <<speech "You">>Grace? You've been pretty quiet today. Is there anything you'd like to talk about.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>No.<</speech>> <div class="thought">She's still having a tough time of it.</div> Olivia raises her hand. <<speech "You">>Olivia, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you've talked a lot during this discussion. You think maybe someone else should get a chance?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But I'm still not done talking about how women tear each other down.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You ever gonna be done talking, Olivia?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "You">>Stop it, Alyssa.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <div class="thought">That's becoming her catch phrase.</div> <<oliviatrustGain 1>> Sophia raises her hand. <<speech "You">>Yes, Sophia?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>I kicked a girl in the head because she called me a slut.<</speech>> The whole class immediately looks at Sophia in surprise. <<speech "Sophia">>I was dating her ex-boyfriend. We were at a party, all three of us. She just wouldn't leave me alone. She was calling me a slut, and telling everyone that I stole her man.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Why didn't you just ignore her?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>I did. I did for almost the whole party. Then I was outside having a smoke and she just started up with me. Pretty soon she was pushing me, and I just had had enough.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>So you kicked her in the head?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Well... not right away. We started fighting and we were rolling around on the ground, screaming, pulling each other's hair...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>THAT'S HOT!<</speech>> The whole class shoots Kaylee a disapproving look, including you. <<speech "Kaylee">>Read the room?<</speech>> You nod to Kaylee. <<speech "Kaylee">>Got it. Sorry. Keep going.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Well, I managed to start breaking free, and she was still on the ground. She wouldn't let go of my legs. And as I was trying to pull free, I kicked her in the head and fractured her skull.<</speech>> The class gasps, collectively. <<speech "Jasmine">>How did you manage that?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Steel toed boots.<</speech>> The class collectively winces thinking about it. There's a silent lull as they consider what Sophia just told them. <<speech "Kaylee">>So the lesson here is, don't fuck with Sophia, I guess.<</speech>> Everyone laughs. <<speech "Sophia">>I wasn't even trying to kick her, it just happened. But the police didn't believe me. Long story short, that's how I ended up here.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>All because she called you a slut.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yup.<</speech>> Olivia looks at Alyssa. <<speech "Olivia">>Now do you see what I'm talking about?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class11">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> It's nearing the end of the class period, and your students are talking with each other as you observe them. Once again, it seems like for all your blustering and power moves, they are getting along pretty well. <div class="thought">It seems as though they respect me... well... most of them.</div> <div class="thought">Kaylee can be a bit of a handful. But she's generally harmless.</div> <div class="thought">Alyssa... she's another story. I managed to keep her at bay today. That said... she could be trouble. I'll have to figure out ways to keep her under my thumb.</div> <div class="thought">It was interesting hearing Jasmine open up a bit. I'll need to make sure I keep pressing her to tell the truth. If the others know I'm letting her get away with lying... my control over them could crumble.</div> <div class="thought">And then there's Olivia. What a cunt. But we'll deal with her this afternoon. Count on it.</div> <<speech "You">>OK ladies. Good job today, for the most part. We're done. You are dismissed.<</speech>> Olivia glares at you... <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviascowl.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> ...Then storms out of the classroom. <div class="thought">Just you wait, Olivia.</div> The rest of the class gathers up their things and starts to make their way out of the room and into the hallway. Kaylee looks at you as she passes. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Bye Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>See you, Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Not if I see you first!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <div class="thought">Fuckin' Kaylee.</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>Bye Professor.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>See you tomorrow, Sophia.<</speech>> Sophia and the rest of the class all head out into the hall leaving you alone in the classroom. You decide to head to your office to reflect on what you've learned today. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-break1">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>> The class is almost over. Your students are talking with each other. There was certainly a lot of fighting today, but they seem to be doing OK now. <div class="thought">That's about the best I could ask for.</div> <div class="thought">Jasmine and Sophia seemed to open up a lot this time around. I need to make sure I keep encouraging them. They're both very smart and thoughtful. They have a lot they could contribute to the class.</div> <div class="thought">Mikayla also opened up. It was interesting to see her let the walls down, even just for a few minutes. I'm pretty sure she's gonna go back to being little miss perfect when she leaves the classroom, but it's still progress.</div> <div class="thought">Alyssa and Olivia were at it again. Alyssa really knows how to push Olivia's buttons. And Olivia can't seem to just ignore it. It did lead to some pretty emotional moments for Alyssa though. That release could be good for her.</div> <div class="thought">Then there's Grace. It seems like she can't really find her place in these discussions, since she's a virgin. It seems to be making her pretty upset.</div> <<speech "You">>OK everyone. That's all the time we have for today. See you all tomorrow.<</speech>> The class gathers up their things and heads out into the hallway. Grace remains behind. <<speech "Grace">>Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What is it, Grace?<</speech>> She hesitates and looks down at the ground. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "You">>Grace, whatever it is, you can tell me.<</speech>> She looks up at you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Are you mad that I'm not talking more in class?<</speech>> <div class="thought">She thinks I'm mad at her?!</div> <<speech "You">>Of course not, Grace. Why would you think that?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>I don't know...<</speech>> <div class="thought">Seems like she really needs some one-on-one time.</div> <<speech "You">>Grace, what are you doing this afternoon?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Nothing.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Would you like to come to my office and talk to me... in private.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>I don't want to be a burden.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Nonsense. This is my job. You look like you need to talk about something, and I think maybe it would be better to do it in private. What do you say?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>OK. Thanks, Professor.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You're welcome, Grace. 2:00, OK?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>2:00. I'll be there!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Bye, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>See ya, Grace.<</speech>> <<gracetrustGain 1>> <<gracelustGain 1>> With that, Grace heads into the hallway, leaving you alone in the classroom. You learned a lot about your students today, so you head up to your office to record the information in their files. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-break1">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/katie/katiemonday221.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday324.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3211.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katiesunday134.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3212.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "So... I'm glad that we're working through what led up to our fight... but...">> you say, leading her. <<katie "But that's not what I came here to talk about.">> she says. <<you "I didn't think so.">> you say. She sits there, still working up the courage to talk about what she REALLY came to talk about. <<you "I know it's hard, but I think we both know what you came to talk about. Let's just get it out there in the open.">> you say. She looks up at you. <<katie "Daddy.">> she says. <<you "Yeah. Daddy.">> you say back. There's another silence, but this time, Katie looks more comfortable. Just beginning to broach this subject has seemed to offer her some relief. <<katie "I can't believe I said it. I don't even know why I did.">> she says. <<you "Well... it is an interesting question. But unresolved issues with our parents or parental figures... those are more common than you would think.">> you tell her. You figure if you can make her feel like she's not the only one who has these issues, maybe she'll feel more comfortable. <<katie "But... I was so angry one minute... and then when you grabbed me and just started... well... you know...">> <<you "Spanking you?">> you say. She inhales deeply when you say it. It turns her on a little. <<katie "Yes.">> <<you "Punishing you?">> <<katie "Yes!">> she says. <<katie "It was so hot.">> <<you "Tell me more about how it made you feel.">> you say. <<katie "With every smack, I felt... alive!">> she says. <<katie "And even though I was just mad at you... I wanted you to keep doing it.">> she says. She looks away, embarrased. <<katie "What is wrong with me?! It's like I can't even control myself.">> she says. <<you "Sexual urges exist DEEP within our subconscoius, Katie. It is not often something we can control. The problem is, that our society makes us THINK that we can, and we SHOULD be able to control them.">> you say. She keeps looking at you. <<you "And sure, we can usually keep them in check, when we need to, but we can't really control what turns us on and what doesn't.">> you say. <<katie "Do you think so?">> she asks. <<you "Katie, I KNOW so. What you felt wasn't inherently wrong. We live in a society where certain ideas about sex and sexuality are deemed acceptable and others are deemed unacceptable. But that can't change how we feel. The question you need to ask yourself is do you want to change to meet society's standards, or do you want to be yourself?">> You look at her, waiting for a response. Then she gives you a pretty clear one. She gets up and walks over to your office door. She locks it. Then she turns around to face you. She looks you right in the eye. <<katie "Daddy... I've been a bad girl.">> she says. Your cock springs to attention. <<katie "Are you gonna teach me a lesson?">> she asks. You think for just a moment, but you already know the answer to her question. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1b2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/katie/katietuesday323.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/katie/katietuesday321.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/katie/katietuesday324.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/katie/katietuesday322.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/tuesday3/hallway.jpg" alt="hallway" class="left"> <</nobr>>She locks the door as you get up from your seat and walk up behind her. You grab her and put her against the wall. She looks up at you as you pull open her shirt. She gives you a big, lusty smile as you smack her tits a little. <<you "You've been waiting for Daddy to get home, haven't you?">> you ask. She doesn't say anything but she answers in her own way. She takes your hand off of her tits and sucks your finger. Oh yeah. She's definitely been waiting for Daddy. You grab her roughly and bend her over your desk and rip off her panties. <<you "You've been bad haven't you?">> you ask. She just grunts in reply. <<you "Tell me!">> you yell. <<katie "I've been so bad, Daddy! I'm sorry!">> she moans. You pinch, grab, and manhandle her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and getting a musky whiff from her hot pussy. <<you "Yes you have!">> Bad girls need to be punished, so you line your hand up with her bare ass and give it a few good smacks. She makes adorable little noises with each hit. <<katie "Oh Daddy!">> <<you "This is what bad girls deserve!">> you say, as you smack her ass again. With each hit, your hand gets a little wet. Her pussy is soaked and your spanking is smearing her juices all over her backside. <<you "I think you've learned your lesson little girl.">> you say. She's breathing heavily and wiggling her little ass around in front of you. You give her a final few slaps, then you run your hand up and down her soaking wet pussy. She cries out in ecstasy. She's moaning, desperately awaiting the moment when you plunge your fingers deep inside her eager cunt and roughly bring her to climax. You can feel the heat eminating from her crotch. She writhes around on your desk as you keep her in a state of agonizing sexual limbo. Suddenly, you pull her up from the desk and walk her over to the door. She's so lost in her confusion and lust that she can't resist. You open the door and push her out into the hallway with her tits and pussy hanging out in the open. You close the door and lock it, stranding her in the hallway. You can only imagine her panic and humiliation as she (probably) struggles to cover herself up. Just then, a nearby lecture lets out and the hallway fills up with students. You wonder if she managed to get her clothes back on.<<set $katie.second=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<katiecorruptionGain 1>> <<katieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3214.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3215.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3216.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cockout.gif" alt="getting your cock out" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3217.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3218.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3219.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3220.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/katie/katietuesday325.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Katie would like nothing more than for you to just take he over your knee and spank the shit out of her. But it will be so much better to make her wait for it. And if you can get her to tease you a bit as well, by the time the two of you eventually fuck... it'll be like a volcano erupting. <<you "I know what you're trying to do, Katie. And I don't like it.">> you say. She looks surprised, but she manages to stay in the fantasy. <<katie "I'm sorry Daddy. What do you want me to do?">> she asks. <<you "I want you to show me your body.">> you say. She shoots you a horny smile and starts climbing up on your desk. <<katie "Like this, Daddy?">> she asks as she gets on all fours. She pulls up her skirt and sticks her ass out at you. You get a great look at her thong barely covering her pussy. <<you "Yeah babygirl. That's real good. You're doing such a good job.">> <<katie "But I thought I was a bad girl, Daddy.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "But you can be Daddy's good girl when you want, right?">> you ask. She lies down on her side, sticking that huge ass out at you. <<katie "I'll be your good little girl, Daddy. I'll do whatever you want.">> she says. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's really got this roleplay down.//''">><<set $katie.note8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She looks over her shoulder at you with her beautiful eyes. She puts a hand on her ass and squeezes it a little for you. You're starting to get hard. You don't think she'd mind if you started to jerk off, in fact... she'd probably like it. Time to get your cock out. You start stroking your cock while looking right at Katie. She looks right back at you and you can tell that she's getting really turned on. <<you "Now put on a little show for Daddy.">> you say. <<katie "Yes Daddy.">> she says as she starts taking off her blouse. You watch her sexy striptease from across the office while you rub your rock hard member. <<katie "I love watching you stroke your cock Daddy.">> she says, lustily. Fuck that's a turn on! <<you "I know you do, babygirl.">> you say. She rubs her hands all over her body while she watches you. She starts rubbing her pussy through her panties. Then she looks back at you. <<katie "Do you want to see my boobies Daddy?">> she asks. You smile salaciously and nod. She smiles back and starts to remove her bra. She slowly takes off the bra, using it to cover her tits, taking her time to reveal them to you. It's definitely worth the wait. She drops the bra to the ground and takes her hands away. She sticks her chest out and shows off her gorgeous tits. <<you "Oh fuck.">> you moan. Your cock pulsates while you jerk it faster and faster. She smiles and rubs her tits. She bounces them around, playfully and pinches her cute, little nipples, making them stand up at attention. <<katie "Oh Daddy! Look what I'm doing to you.">> she says with a girlish, little giggle. <<you "You're doing great baby. Now take those panties off and let Daddy see your pussy.">> you say. She slides down into the chair and slowly pulls her panties off. She puts her legs up in the air and shows off her pretty pussy. <<katie "How's that, Daddy? Do you like it?">> she asks. You continue furiously jacking your cock. <<you "Oh god baby! I love it. Daddy loves your little pussy baby!">> you say. She's so fucking sexy! You're getting really close to cumming. She seems to sense that you're close. She gets down on the floor and sticks her ass up in the air. <<katie "Cum on my ass, Daddy! I want it all over me!">> she says. Well... she's been a good girl, so it's time to give her what she wants. You get up from your seat and crouch down over her ass. You push her down with one hand while you jerk yourself with the other. After just a few strokes, you let loose your load all over her asshole. You watch your thick cum dribble down across her pussy and onto the floor of your office. You're spent. You roll over onto your side and close your eyes. You can feel a little bit of cum still oozing out of your rapidly softening boner. You hear Katie's voice. <<katie "Was I a good girl, Daddy?">> she asks. <<you "Yes baby... you were.">> you reply.<<set $katie.second=2>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<katiecorruptionGain 1>> <<katieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg musicroom>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday329.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3221.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whispering" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Well, someone has to keep an eye on you, you horrible sex predator. I'm just doing my civic duty.">> you say. She smiles at you and shakes her head. <<katie "I think you've got me all wrong. I'm just a normal, boring music teacher.">> she says <<you "That's exactly what a horrible sex predator would say.">> you reply. She giggles. <<katie "Well... maybe you're right. But how will you ever know?">> she asks. You think about that for a moment. <<you "I guess I'll never be sure.">> you say. She stands up and walks towards you. <<katie "Unless, of course, I did something to give myself away.">> she says. She gives you a lusty smile. Seems like things are moving along here. You look back over your shoulder into the hallway. The building seems pretty empty. She's looking right at you, waiting for you to reply. <<you "You wouldn't be that careless, would you?">> you ask. She smiles at you and takes another step. She's right next to you now. she leans in and whispers in your ear. <<katie "Of course not.">> she says. Then she licks your earlobe. As quickly as she turned it on, she turns it back off and walks back to the piano. She sits down and starts playing again. You stand in the same spot, with a boner tenting your pants. <<nobr>><<link "''//This girl really knows how to tease.//''">><<set $katie.note9=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1c1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg musicroom>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday328.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3221.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "That's cute.">> you say. <<you "Why don't you tell me. Why did I come in here, huh Katie?">> you ask. She seems to get the game you're playing. She looks at you with a coy smile. <<katie "You're a music lover, I guess.">> she says. <<you "Well... I will say, I've always wanted to learn to play an instrument.">> you say. She looks delighted. <<katie "You know... I happen to know a music teacher. She might be willing to give you a few piano lessons.">> she says. As she awaits your reply, you think again to yourself about how absolutely gorgeous she is. Sitting there, in that pretty dress, in front of that beautiful white grand piano; she radiates a sort of elegance; a classy kind of beauty from a bygone era. <<you "Do you think she could teach me a few things?">> you ask. <<katie "I'm sure she could.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "OK, but... she's not some sort of horrible sex predator, is she.">> you ask. She rolls her eyes. <<you "What?">> <<katie "You're doing a pretty good job ruining this moment, you know.">> she says. You'd have to agree, but you can't resist an opportunity for a joke. <<you "Yeah. I'm dumb like that sometimes.">> you say. She giggles. <<katie "Well then, why don't you just come over here and I'll teach you some... fingerings.">> she says. <<you "Does that mean what I think it means?">> you ask. She just sighs and shakes her head. <<katie "Get over here!">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1d1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>With class over, you hurry up to your office. When you arrive, you flip on your computer and open up the student files. You've learned quite a bit about them today, and you're eager to write down that information before you start to forget any of it. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-break2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla hates her parents">><<set $mikayla.mem5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla really loves her boyfriend Geoffry">><<set $mikayla.mem6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/grace/gracemeet.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Grace has bisexual desires">><<set $grace.mem5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Grace is ashamed of her sins">><<set $grace.mem6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa might be trying to get you fired">><<set $alyssa.mem5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa has had sex with other girls">><<set $alyssa.mem6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee has WILD sexual fantasies">><<set $kaylee.mem5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee is extremely intelligent">><<set $kaylee.mem6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia doesn't like to bend to authority">><<set $olivia.mem5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia likes to push Alyssa's buttons">><<set $olivia.mem6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine was in love with her foster brother">><<set $jasmine.mem5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine fantasizes about having sex with a girl">><<set $jasmine.mem6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren is an exhibitionist">><<set $lauren.mem5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren has had anal sex">><<set $lauren.mem6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia seems more talkative lately">><<set $sophia.mem5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia has a recurring sex dream">><<set $sophia.mem6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <br> <br> [[CONTINUE|tuesday 3-break3]]<</nobr>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla hates her parents">><<set $mikayla.mem7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Mikayla is always happy">><<set $mikayla.mem8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/grace/gracemeet.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Grace is trying to save everyone's souls">><<set $grace.mem7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Grace's parents are dead">><<set $grace.mem8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa has probably been sexually abused while drunk">><<set $alyssa.mem7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Alyssa has a good relationship with her parents">><<set $alyssa.mem8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee has trouble reading the room">><<set $kaylee.mem7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Kaylee is proud to be a slut">><<set $kaylee.mem8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kaylee West"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia is a true believer in the #MeAlso Movement">><<set $olivia.mem7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Olivia gets along with Alyssa">><<set $olivia.mem8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine empathizes with Alyssa losing her father">><<set $jasmine.mem7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine doesn't like anyone in the class">><<set $jasmine.mem8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren agrees with Olivia about The Patriarchy">><<set $lauren.mem7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren has a terrible relationship with her parents">><<set $lauren.mem8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia's assault charge was actually an accident">><<set $sophia.mem7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia does not want to talk in class">><<set $sophia.mem8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <br> <br> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-break3">><</link>> <</nobr>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $katie.intro==4>>With that work done, you now have some time to kill. You sit in your office <<link "thinking about what you're going to do next." "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>><<else>>With that work done, you now have some time to kill. You sit in your office <<link "thinking about what you're going to do next." "tuesday 3-katie1">><</link>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>With your lunch finished, you head back to your office in the Psychology Building, and wait for your student to arrive for your afternoon meeting. You're not sure what to expect, but you hope it will at least not be boring. <<if $lesson2==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "olivia office3a">><</link>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "grace office3a">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<if $kristen.intro==3>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/monday2/changeclothes.jpg" alt="changing clothes" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday139.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday332.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you finally get home to your apartment, you take a few minutes to change into some more comfortable clothes. You've had a long day, and you're looking forward to just making some dinner for yourself and relaxing. Then you remember your little hottie of a neighbor from a couple nights ago. She was having an absolute disaster in her kitchen and you agreed to make dinner for her and her parents; after she got naked on your front step and showed you her asshole, that is. What a little whore. You wouldn't mind playing with her a little more tonight. She does still have your dishes from the dinner you made. Maybe now would be a good time to go and retrieve them. You head over to her apartment and knock on the door. She opens it, recognizes you, and rolls her eyes. After the way you humiliated her, she's not happy to see you. <<kristen "What do you want?">> she asks, snarkily. <<you "I came to see how your little dinner went.">> you say. <<kristen "Fine. I have your dishes." she says, curtly. <<kristen "And I have your dishes. I'll go get them.">> She heads to her kitchen leaving you at the door. You watch her go. She has a GREAT body. You stare at it as she's in the kitchen, and it's getting you all hot. You want to make a move, but she probably won't be too receptive after the way you treated her. Then you remember the pictures you took. She doesn't know about those. You could <<link "use them to blackmail her into giving you a taste," "tuesday 3-kristen1a">><</link>> or you could <<link "delete them in front of her in an attempt to mend your relationship." "tuesday 3-kristen1b">><</link>> <<elseif $kristen.second==3>><<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday333.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>As you get closer, you can see Kristen has something in her hand. She walks over to one of the courtyard tables and sits down. You get closer and see she has a vape pen in her hand. She takes a drag and exhales a cloud of vapor. You saunter up and sit down. She looks up at you and gives you a polite smile. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1c">><</link>> <<elseif $kristen.second==4>><<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday331.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>As you get closer, you can see Kristen has something in her hand. She walks over to one of the courtyard tables and sits down. You get closer and see she has a vape pen in her hand. She takes a drag and exhales a cloud of vapor. You saunter up and sit down. She looks up at you and gives you a big warm smile. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1d">><</link>> <<elseif $kristen.intro==1>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/monday2/changeclothes.jpg" alt="changing clothes" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday139.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's been a long day, and you're looking forward to just relaxing at home tonight. You head to your bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes. Then, you hear music blaring through the walls. It's your neighbor... the one who was making a shit ton of noise the other day too. You're not gonna be able to relax if this is going on, so you had better go over there and deal with it. You go next door and knock loudly. You hear her footsteps inside, then the door swings open. She recognizes you and rolls her eyes. How do you want to handle this? <<link "Tell her to SHUT THE FUCK UP!" "tuesday 3-kristen1e">><</link>> <<link "Play nice, apologize for being a jerk, and ask if she'll keep it down." "tuesday 3-kristen1f">><</link>> <<elseif $kristen.intro==2>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/monday2/changeclothes.jpg" alt="changing clothes" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday233.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's been a long day, and you're glad to be home. You head into your bedroom and change into some more comfortable clothes. All you want to do tonight is make yourself some dinner, and watch some TV until you pass out. You head to the kitchen and start to get some ingredients prepped for your dinner. Then you remember the little dinner disaster your neighbor had a few nights ago. You wonder if she's doing OK, and also why she didn't accept your help when she obviously needed it. She was being really stubborn. How do you want to proceed? <<link "Go over and see if she's doing OK." "tuesday 3-kristen1h">><</link>> <<link "Go over and find out why she was being so stubborn." "tuesday 3-kristen1g">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday139.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1313.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday138.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>><<kristen "Oh great. It's you again.">> she says. <<kristen "What do you want?">> She still looks like she hates you. You're not too fond of her either, but she also seems pretty stubborn. If you plan on ever getting any peace and quiet, you should probably just suck it up and try to make this work. <<you "Look, I get that we're not each other's favorite person in the world...">> you say. <<kristen "That's for sure.">> she says. <<you "...But we're gonna be living next door to each other for the foreseeable future, so I don't want to be at war with you.">> you say. She seems to be listening now. <<you "I'm sorry I was rude the other day, and I'm trying my best not to be rude now.">> you say. She almost smiles at you...almost. <<kristen "Alright.">> she says. <<you "I've had a really long day. I'm pretty tired, and I need to be up early tomorrow. Could you please turn your music down?">> you ask. She thinks for a moment then actually gives you a smile... a small one at least. <<kristen "Sure.">> she says. <<you "Thank you.">> you say and start to go back to your apartment. <<kristen "I'm sorry too.">> she says. You look back at her and give her a smile and a nod, then you head back into your apartment and close the door behind you. You hear her music volume go way down, so much that you can only just barely notice it through the thin walls. PEACE AT LAST!<<set $kristen.second=6>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1314.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1312.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/scotch1.jpg" alt="scotch" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/scotch.webp" alt="scotch" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday234.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday137.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday331.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/scotch.webp" alt="scotch" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday235.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>You head next door to check on Kristen. You hope her dinner wasn't completely ruined, though you're pretty sure it was. I mean... how could it not have been. You knock on her door and can hear her footsteps approaching from the other side. She opens the door, and when she recognizes you, she smiles. <<you "Hey Kristen. I was just coming over to see how you were doing.">> you say. <<kristen "I should be asking you. I mean, I sprayed you with toxic chemicals. Are you doing OK?">> she asks. <<you "Please! It takes more than a shot of toxic chemicals to the face to stop this guy.">> you say as you point to yourself. She laughs. <<kristen "Would you like to come in?">> she asks. <<you "Sure.">> you reply. You enter her apartment and she closes the door behind you. <<kristen "I was about to pour myself a drink. You like scotch?">> she asks. <<you "Who doesn't like scotch?">> you say. <<kristen "Communists...">> she says. <<kristen "...And pedophiles.">> You give her a weird look. <<kristen "That's what my pappy used to say, anyway.">> she says. <<you "Really?">> you ask. <<kristen "No.">> she says. You look at her for a few moments and she looks right back at you. <<you "You have a strange sense of humor.">> you say. <<kristen "So I've been told.">> she replies. <<kristen "So...scotch?">> she asks. <<you "Well, I wouldn't want you thinking I'm a communist or a pedophile.">> you say. <<kristen "Great!">> she says. She heads to the kitchen and returns with a bottle and two glasses. She pours you a drink, and one for herself, and you both take a sip. <<you "So, you never answered me before. How are you doing since...">> <<kristen "...Since the disaster?">> she asks. <<you "Yeah... that.">> you say. She shakes her head. <<kristen "Well it was not my finest moment. The dinner was completely ruined. My parents came and not so subtly told me that I was a total failure, then we all went out for burgers. And they insisted on paying.">> she says. You didn't know she was making the dinner for her parents. That makes it extra disastrous. <<you "WOW.">> you say. <<kristen "Yeah.">> she replies. You think a moment about Kristen and her parents. They seem to have a strained relationship, at best. <<you "So... what's the deal with you and your parents?">> you ask. She tenses up a little. <<kristen "I don't want to bother you with all that.">> she says. <<you "I mean... you brought it up. It doesn't bother me at all.">> you say. She looks at you, trying to get a read on you. <<kristen "Well... let's just say that they don't really trust that I'm ever doing anything right. So the dinner thing was extra shitty. It was going to be my chance to show them that I have my life together and they can stop worrying about me.">> she says. <<you "Oh. So I take it they're still a bit worried?">> you ask. She laughs. <<kristen "Yeah, you could say that. They half offered half ordered me to move back in with them.">> she says. <<kristen "But I managed to evade that particular outcome.">> <<you "Well, I don't want to be nosy in your business, but I'm a really good listener. It's kinda my job, actually. So if you ever want to talk, let me know.">> you say. <<kristen "Thanks. That means a lot, actually. I don't know too many people on the island.">> she says. <<you "Me either.">> you reply. You both sit silently for a moment, sipping your drinks. <<kristen "What did you mean when you said it was your job?">> she asks. <<you "I'm Head of Counseling at Harrington. I get paid to listen to people's problems and help them out.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<kristen "Well... I'd hate to bother you with my problems, when you spend all day doing that.">> she says. <<you "I like doing it. That's why I chose this career. Look, no pressure, if you want to talk, I'm here.">> you say. She smiles and takes your empty glass from off the coffee table. She pours you both another drink (and two more after that) and by the time you're getting up to leave, you're both pretty tipsy. She walks you to the door, and as you're about to leave, she pulls you in and kisses you full on the lips. You kiss her back and for a few moments, you two are full on making out by her front door. Maybe it was the alcohol, but there's also an <<nobr>><<link "''//undeniable attraction between the two of you.//''">><<set $kristen.note7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Eventually you separate and head out the door. She stands there and watches you walk back to your apartment. Before you go in, you look back and smile at her. She smiles back. It could be very good living next to Kristen, you think.<<set $kristen.second=8>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<kristenloveGain 1>> <<kristenloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday234.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/scotch1.jpg" alt="scotch" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/scotch.webp" alt="scotch" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday138.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1314.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>You can't help but be intrigued by Kristen. She was in such a desperate situation the other night, and she could have really used your help. You kindly offered, but she refused... twice. The second time, she ADAMANTLY refused. It was like you offering assistance somehow offended her. You're puzzled, and even though you know that broaching this subject with her will likely make her even more stubborn... you just can't resist. Maybe it's that con man part of you still coming through, but you need to get more info about your neighbor. You head over there and knock on her door. After a few seconds, she opens it. When she recognizes it's you, she smiles. <<kristen "Hi! What are you doing here?">> she asks. <<you "Oh, I was just in the neighborhood so I thought I'd drop by.">> you say. She laughs at your joke. <<kristen "Well that was nice of you. Want to come in for a bit?">> she asks. <<you "Sure.">> you say. You head inside and she closes the door behind you. <<kristen "Have a seat.">> she says, gesturing to the couch. You sit down. <<kristen "Can I get you anything to drink?">> she asks. <<you "I'll have whatever you're having.">> you say. She heads to the kitchen and returns moments later with a bottle of scotch and two glasses. <<you "Damn, hard stuff, huh?">> you ask. <<kristen "After the last few days I've just had... I need it. I hope it's not too strong for you.">> she says. <<you "Not at all. I like a good single malt.">> you say. She pours glasses for each of you and you both sit back and sip your drinks. <<you "So... what's been going on?">> you ask. She rolls her eyes. <<kristen "Well, my parents came over for dinner.">> she says. <<you "Oh that sounds nice...">> Your voice trails off when you see her facial expression. It clearly was not "nice." <<you "It wasn't nice?">> you ask. <<kristen "Well... it was the night we met.">> she says. Damn, you think. <<nobr>><<link "''//So that disaster was a bigger deal than you thought.//''">><<set $kristen.note6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "They didn't take it well?">> you ask. <<kristen "They don't take anything I do well.">> she says. This may be a good time to ask her about why she wouldn't accept your help. <<you "Well... it sounds like you had a really rough time of it. Can I ask you something?">> <<kristen "Sure.">> she says. <<you "Why didn't you let me help you? I mean, if you had this big dinner planned... I could have helped you. I told you I wouldn't have minded, and it really seemed-">> She cuts you off. <<kristen "Look, I didn't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. I can manage just fine on my own, thank you very much!">> she says. She's very fiesty and seems to be getting a little upset. You've struck a nerve. <<you "OK, that's fair... but did your dinner with your parents end up ruined?">> you ask. She doesn't say anything. She just looks away. <<you "I'll take that as a yes.">> you say. <<you "Why wouldn't you accept help in a situation like that?">> you ask. She looks back up at you. <<kristen "Look... I appreciated that you're trying to help, OK. I get it. It's not lost on me. But I just like doing things myself. And I really don't want to talk about this right now.">> she says. <<you "OK. I can respect that. But just so you know... I'm a Psychological Counselor over at Harrington, so listening and helping people with their problems is kinda how I make a living. If you ever do want to talk about it, or about anything else... I'm right next door, OK?">> <<kristen "OK. Thanks.">> she says with a little smile. You both finish your drinks (and your second round as well), then you get up to leave. Maybe it's the alcohol, but before you head out, she pulls you in for a hug. She kisses you softly on the cheek and whispers in your ear. <<kristen "I'll talk to you... one of these days. Thank you.">> she says. You give her a kiss too and head back to your apartment.<<set $kristen.second=7>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<kristenloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1310.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday136.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1310.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to use the pictures as leverage. This little bitch is ripe, and you have some power over her. Might as well see if you can use it. While she's rummaging around in the kitchen, you step into her apartment and close the door behind you, locking it. She must have heard the door close, because she looks up at you, surprised and confused. <<kristen "What are you doing?">> she asks. <<you "Just making myself comfortable.">> you say. <<kristen "Well make yourself comfortable outside please.">> she says. <<you "I'd rather not.">> you reply. She starts to look a little nervous but covers it with false courage. <<kristen "Get the fuck out of here, asshole!">> she yells. You just smile at her. Time to let her know what's really going on here. <<you "Before I do, there's something I want to show you.">> you say. <<kristen "Whatever it is, I don't care. Just get out!">> she says. <<you "Oh I think you're going to care quite a bit about this.">> you say. She still looks angry, but you've got her attention. <<you "Come take a look.">> you say, as you take out your phone. She walks over to you, and when she gets close, you show her the pictures you took. A look of horror and disgust appears on her face. She's looking at her own naked body. She's seeing herself from behind, spreading her ass cheeks and showing off her pink pussy and tight, little asshole. She clearly had no idea that you took these photos. She tries to grab the phone from your hand. You pull it away so she can't get at it, not that it matters anyway, these photos are already in the cloud. <<you "Not so fast, little miss!">> you say. <<kristen "Give it to me!">> she yells. <<you "Nope. These are all mine. Besides, it doesn't matter if you take the phone, I have backups.">> you say. She realizes that she's not gonna be able to just delete them from your phone, so she starts to listen. <<you "So i think you're starting to understand where this is going.">> you say. <<kristen "Yeah. You're a pervert and you're gonna go jerk off to some naked pictures you took of me.">> she says. OK, you think, maybe she doesn't understand where this is going. <<you "No, no, no. I'm not gonna jerk off...you're gonna do that for me.">> you say. She recoils in disgust. <<kristen "Oh GROSS! NO WAY!">> she says. You laugh a little. <<you "Yeah, you aren't getting this. Let me explain it for you.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1310.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday233.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday138.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>While she's in the kitchen, you walk into her living room and sit down on the couch. When she notices she looks displeased. <<kristen "Sure. Come on in.">> she says, sarcastically. <<you "Thanks!">> you say with a smile. She rolls her eyes and goes back to looking for your dishes in the kitchen. You watch her for a few moments. <<you "You don't like me very much, do you?">> you ask. She stops what she's doing and looks at you. <<kristen "Fuckin' perceptive.">> she says. You nod at her. <<you "OK. I get it. Maybe I was a little too forward the other night.">> you say. She looks at you with a shocked expression. <<kristen "A little too forward?! Is that what you call humiliating me by making me strip for you?!">> she yells. <<you "Well... what would you call it?">> you ask. <<kristen "Sexual harrassment! Maybe sexual assault!">> she yells. <<you "I never touched you. And you didn't have to do any of that stuff. You CHOSE to do it. Stop being so dramatic.">> you say. She is about to yell again, but she thinks better of it. <<kristen "OK, fine. You didn't MAKE me do any of that. But you still acted like a total asshole. I came to you in desperate need of help, and instead of being a gentleman and just helping me, you just indulged your sick fantasy. It's fucking GROSS. YOU are fucking gross.">> she says. <<you "So if it was so fucking gross... then why did you do it, huh? Just because you wanted me to make dinner for you and your parents, you'd be willing to degrade yourself like that?">> you ask. She doesn't have an answer. <<you "Nah, I don't buy that. I think, that somewhere inside you, there was a little voice telling you that you wanted to do it; telling you that it was REALLY hot!">> you say. She reflexively looks away, avoiding eye contact for a moment. In that moment, you know that what you said was true... and so does she. <<kristen "Look, just take your dishes and leave.">> she says. You look right at her. <<you "Is that what you really want me to do?">> you ask She looks a little nervous. You've definitely hit on something here. She DID find it hot, stripping down and showing off her beautiful body to you. But she knows she's not supposed to. <<you "Look, I know you think you should be angry and disgusted that I made you do that. But you're not. And now, you feel guilty about it. You're thinking 'what's wrong with me?' And I'm just here to tell you, I don't think there's anything wrong with you.">> you say. <<kristen "And what would you know about any of that?">> she asks. <<you "It's my job to know about it. I'm the Head Psychological Counselor at Harrington.">> you say. <<kristen "So you're a shrink. And I bet you think that means you can read my mind?">> she asks. <<you "Well... was I wrong?">> you ask. She hesitates. You've defintiely read her correctly, but she's stubborn and she doesn't want to admit it. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1310.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday138.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday236.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>She still looks disgusted, and a little confused. <<you "You're gonna do what I say, or else I'm gonna post these all over the internet, with your name on them.">> you say. She realizes what's going on and looks terrified. <<kristen "You can't do that!!">> she yells. <<you "Why not?">> you ask. She doesn't seem to have an answer. <<you "So...you and I are going to have a little fun.">> you say. She recoils at the thought, then she tries a different tactic. <<kristen "You know what? I don't care.">> she says, even though she clearly does. <<kristen "Post em. Go for it.">> <<you "You really think I believe you here? You'd be mortified if I posted these.">> you say. <<kristen "No... I really don't care. I don't give a shit if anyone sees them.">> she says, with fake confidence. <<you "What about mom and dad?">> you say. Your words hit her like a ton of bricks. They shock the voice right out of her. She stands there, silent. You continue. <<you "What would they say if they knew what a dirty, irresponsible little slut they raised. You think they'd just be OK with that?">> you ask. She stays silent. This girl's complexes about her parents are a gold mine for you. <<you "Yeah, that's what I thought. You couldn't stand it if sweet old mommy and daddy knew how you were living your life; the shame, the judgement, the PAIN...">> As your words sink in with her, you see the look of terror recede from her expression. It's replaced by a look of resignation. She's decided. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's gonna do what you tell her to.//''">><<set $kristen.note8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> She's yours. <<kristen "Fine. What do you want me to do?">> she asks. You smile at her. <<you "First, I want to see that little body of yours. And I want to see you pleasuring yourself like a the horny little slut you are.">> you say. She looks at you, then looks away. <<kristen "Fine.">> she says as she starts to take her clothes off. <<you "And I want to to at least PRETEND like you are enjoying this.">> you say. <<kristen "You can't be serious?!">> she says. <<you "ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.">> you say. She looks at you again for a moment, then puts on a fake smile and lies down on the couch. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday233.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday136.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/delete.gif" alt="phone deleting" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/handingphone.jpg" alt="handing over a phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<kristen "I don't know what you're talking about.">> she says. <<you "Look, you can lie to me all you want. People do it all the time. I'm used to it. But you're lying to yourself, and that's just sad. We should never be ashamed of our feelings. We should never be afraid of our desires. They are what make us who we are.">> you say. That sounded pretty profound, you think to yourself. She looks like she's starting to let the walls down a little. <<kristen "Look... I don't know what you want me to say here.">> she says. <<you "I don't really care what you say. It's not about me, it's about YOU. You really want to live your life pretending to be someone you're not?">> you ask. She's really thinking about it now. It's amazing how quickly you can get someone to open up to you when you can focus in on their most sensitive psychological issues. <<kristen "Look... maybe you're not totally wrong. But I can't talk to you about it. How can I trust you?">> she asks. Now is the moment to swing for the fences. This is a BIG risk, and it could certaiinly blow up in your face... but you're gonna try it anyway. <<you "Come here. I want to show you something.">> you say. She walks over to you, hesitantly, and sits beside you on the couch. You take out your phone and show her the pictures you took of her. Her immediate reaction is to recoil in shock and disgust, but you notice... she can't stop looking at her naked body in those pictures. <<kristen "You... You... took these?! Why?!">> she asks. <<you "Because I thought it would be hot.">> you say. It really was that simple. <<kristen "Why are you showing me this?">> she asks. <<you "Because you think it's hot too.">> you say. She doesn't say anything. She just keeps looking at the pictures. <<you "When you look at yourself... your naked body being leered at and degraded... it makes you horny. And that makes you scared.">> you say. She doesn't look at you, she keeps looking at the pictures. <<kristen "No one can know.">> she says. <<nobr>><<link "''//So... she's admitting it.//''">><<set $kristen.note9=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Kristen Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kristen notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> That's a good first step, but she needs to trust you if you're gonna get anywhere with her. <<you "Watch this.">> you say. She watches closely as you delete the pics from your phone. <<you "No one will know, except us.">> you say. She takes a moment to think, then looks at you with a little smile. <<kristen "Thank you.">> she says. You get up and start to gather your dishes. <<kristen "Where are you going?">> she asks. <<you "I thought you wanted me to leave?">> you ask. Moment of truth... She looks right at you. <<kristen "Stay.">> she says. She takes you by the hand and leads you back over to the living room. She hands you her phone, then starts taking off her clothes. <<kristen "This time... I keep the pics, OK?">> You smile and nod. This is gonna be fun! <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1b2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday331.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/sunday1/cockout.gif" alt="whipping your cock out" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday332.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday336.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday333.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday334.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday335.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>><<you "Make yourself cum.">> you order her. She complies and starts furiously masturbating her little pussy. You get out your phone and start recording her. Might as well... it seemed to work out well the last time. She's rubbing her clit fast and hard. No foreplay for this little skank. She's a, "right into the action," kinda girl, apparently. After a few minutes of increasingly hot finger action, she starts to moan uncontrollably. She cums right there in front of you while you record it all in high def. Now it's your turn to get off. You unbuckle your pants and whip out your hard cock. She looks over and sees it. <<you "Get over here, NOW!">> you say, pointing to the floor in front of you. She gives you a disgusted look, but complies. <<you "And don't forget to smile, bitch.">> you say. She forces a fake smile, then starts stroking your cock as you film her from above. She's looking up at you, and your camera, with those beautiful eyes. You probably could have had a chance with her if you played the nice guy routine... but this way is faster and, honestly, more fun. <<you "Do you like stroking my cock you little whore?">> you ask. She certainly doesn't, but she knows what she has to say. <<kristen "Yes.">> she says with a fake smile. <<you "YES SIR!">> you bellow. She's startled, and quickly replies. <<kristen "Yes sir! I like your cock!">> she says. <<you "Good girl.">> you say. You've filmed enough of this position, and you think it's time for a scene change. You grab her by the arm and push her onto the couch. She's playing with her panties. That gives you an idea. You lie down on your back on the couch with her straddling you. She looks scared. <<kristen "Are you gonna make me fuck you?">> she asks. You smile at her. <<you "Grind your panties on it.">> you say. She seems to get what it is that you want. She puts your cock into her panties and rubs her pussy against it. It feels great, and it's gonna look great in your movie too. You start filming her again. <<you "Don't forget to smile!">> you say. She puts that fake smile back on and continues to rub you down with her twat. After a while, you tire of this position, and you're getting close to cumming. Time to finish off the little porno movie you're creating. And we all know how those movies end. You pull away from her and stand up. You grab her roughly and throw her to the floor in front of you. <<you "Now make me cum.">> you command. She obediently complies and starts to jerk you off right over her slutty, pretty, little face. She's smiling up at you and your camera. You didn't even have to tell her to do so. This little slut is learning. She strokes you faster, awaiting the impending rush of your cum hitting her little whore face. You can no longer hold back. You let loose a torrent of semen all over her. She takes it like a pro. You can barely tell that she's just acting like she likes it. After you've finished, you take a close up shot of her on your phone. She's sitting there on the floor, used, faking a smile, covered in your load. The perfect end to a perfect little movie! If you ever want to get out of the con man game, you could try your hand at porn directing! You get yourself dressed, and grab your dishes from the kitchen. She's still sitting on the floor where you left her drenched in jizz and shame. You leave without saying a word. You don't have to. With the new footage you just recorded, she's well aware that you own her ass now.<<set $kristen.second=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<kristencorruptionGain 1>> <<kristenloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg kristenapartment>> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday337.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday336.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/massager.jpg" alt="massager" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday338.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday339.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday3310.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday3311.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday338.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>>She strips out of her clothes and sits down on the couch. She looks at you with a sexy, lustful expression. She's posing for your camera. You almost forgot you had it. You frame her up on the screen and take a few pictures. She poses and flirts with the camera. <<you "Good. These look great.">> you say. <<kristen "Do you like my body?">> she asks with a sexy smile. <<you "Oh yeah.">> you say. I mean... wasn't it obvious? <<kristen "Tell me how you want me.">> she says. <<you "Get down on the floor. On your knees.">> you say. She giggles. <<kristen "Yes SIR!">> she says, enthusiastically. She slides off the couch and gets down on her knees in front of it. She turns sideways, giving you a beautiful profile view of her perfect body. <<you "Good! Now turn and look at the camera.">> you say. She follows your order and you get a perfect, sexy shot of her in this position. <<you "That looks perfect!">> you say. You snap a few more shots as she smiles up at you. Then she seems to think of something. <<kristen "I've got an idea.">> she says. You're all ears. <<kristen "I want you to film me cumming.">> she says. Well... if a picture is worth a thousand words... what is a video of her having an orgasm gonna be worth, figuratively speaking? Who cares. Time to watch your neighbor cum. She reaches under the couch and pulls out a box. She opens the box, and pulls out a bottle of lube and a huge "massager," you know, the kind you use on your pussy. She plugs it in, then rubs herself down with lube. She lies on the couch, glistening and starts to get to it. Your cock is fully erect as you start the video. She starts off by plunging her fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She closes her eyes and moans as she rubs her G-spot. It makes a nasty squishing noise that you're sure to record on the video. It makes it just that much hotter. After a few moments, she removes her hand and gently rubs her clit. She looks up at you. You can tell she's done warming up. She grabs the massager and pulls her legs back, putting her pussy and asshole front and center. It's a fucking beautiful sight. She turns the massager on full power and clamps it down on her clit. <<kristen "OH FUCK!">> she moans as the massager makes first contact. She holds it there and throws her head back in ecstasy. You take the opportunity to get a nice close up. Her pussy and asshole pulsate as her muscles contract and relax. <<you "That's fucking hot! Keep doing it just like that!">> you tell her. <<kristen "OH GOD! OH FUCK!">> she yells. You're pretty sure she's not listening to anything you're saying at this point. You zoom in to get a close up of her face. Her expression of lust and pleasure is too damn hot to not get it in the video. After a few moments, she opens her eyes and notices you filming her face. She lets out a little horny giggle and her eyes roll back into her head. <<kristen "Oh fuck I'm so close! I'm gonna fucking cum!">> she moans. <<you "Do it! Cum for the camera!">> you say. You zoom back out and focus on framing her whole body. She's on a mission to cum at this point. She presses the massager down on her clit. Her eyes close and she squirts a little as she cums. <<kristen "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!">> she keeps saying, over and over. As her orgasm continues, you zoom in and get a close up of her pulsating, dripping wet pussy. You see her juices drip down over her puckering asshole. She holds the massager firm for several seconds as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs her. Finally she's finished. It takes her a few minutes to recover. She looks up at you, naked, wet, and exhausted. <<kristen "So... how did it look?">> she asks. You toss her phone onto the couch next to her. <<you "See for yourself.">> you say. As she's watching the video, you gather up your dishes and start to head out. <<you "Thanks for a fun night, Kristen.">> you say with a smile. She looks up at you, clearly still recovering. <<kristen "Yeah. See you again soon.">> she says, wearily.<<set $kristen.second=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<kristenloveGain 1>> <<kristenloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday333.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/vape.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday138.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday334.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1312.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Hey Kristen.">> you say. <<kristen "Hello.">> she replies. There's a little awkward silence. She's being polite, but after what happened last night, you guess that she's still not completely warmed up to you again. You were pretty standoffish, and while you made your point that you were not going to be taken advantage of, playing her hot and cold like you did has made things a little awkward between you two. She makes a peace offering, holding up the vape and gesturing to it. You shrug and take it from her. You take a drag, inhale it deep, and let it out. You can feel the THC immediately starting to make your head high. You smile at Kristen. <<you "Thanks.">> you say. She shrugs. <<kristen "Well, I do owe you one, after all.">> she says, with more than a hint of sarcasm. So she didn't forget how we left it last night. <<you "Look, I get it. You're a little miffed about how I acted last night.">> you say. She shrugs again. <<kristen "Doesn't matter to me.">> she says. You don't like this passive aggressive shit. <<you "Come on. Don't give me that shit.">> you say. She looks at you and seems to drop the act. <<kristen "OK, fine. I'm a little pissed. But more than that, I'm just confused. You seemed like such a nice guy when we met, you really helped me out! You were like my knight in shining armor!">> she says. You nod your understanding. <<kristen "Then last night, you're all cold and weird. What the fuck is with that? Are you just fucking with me?">> she asks. <<you "No, I'm not fucking with you.">> you say. <<kristen "Then what is it?">> she asks. You think for a moment. <<you "Look... I've had some bad past experiences with being the, 'knight in shining armor,' as you put it.">> you say. <<kristen "What do you mean?">> she asks. <<you "Let's just say that sometimes women can start to take their knight for granted. They just expect that he'll always just do whatever they want him to. You get what I'm saying?">> you say. <<kristen "I wasn't planning on taking advantage of you, if that's what you're getting at.">> she says. She looks a little offended that you thought she was. <<you "That's good, but I couldn't be sure. So I wanted to just make it clear where I stood. I'm sorry if that was cold, but... old wounds, I guess.">> you say. From the expression on her face, she seems to get where you're coming from. <<kristen "Alright, that's fair. But hey... please know that that's not the kind of person I am, OK?">> <<you "OK. Thanks for understanding.">> you say. She offers you another puff, but you decline. <<you "I'm gonna go to sleep, I think. Big day tomorrow.">> she nods and smiles. Before you leave you look at her and say, <<you "I'd really like to get to know you better.">> She smiles at you. <<kristen "I'd like that too.">> she says. You smile back and she blushes a little. Seems like she may have some feelings for you... and you definitely have those feelings for her too. You say goodnight to Kristen and head back to your apartment. <<empathyGain 1>> <<kristenloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=3>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight1.jpg" alt="you in bed" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight2.jpg" alt="you in bed" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's been a very long day and an eventful evening... but now you need sleep. As you lie in bed, you think about all that has happened in the short time you've been on the island. You wonder if things could have turned out differently, had you made different choices. Who knows? But that doesn't really matter now. You think about today's class with your students. You seem to have had a pretty productive discussion, and you hope to have another one tomorrow. You also think about the little office meeting you had in the afternoon. That got very... interesting, to say the least. It's something you will have to pay attention to, that's for sure. You don't have any lesson planned for tomorrow's discussion, but you're really starting to get the hang of this whole teaching thing, so you figure you'll just wing it. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep. <<link "CONTINUE" "marshals cutaway">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg musicroom>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday327.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/cockout.gif" alt="getting your cock out" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday329.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's playing piano again, seemingly paying you no mind. OK, you think. She's playing a little game. You walk over to her at the piano. She continues playing like you're not even there. She has to know she's giving you a massive boner right now. You walk over to her, slowly. She just keeps playing piano, seemingly waiting for you to make a move. You look at her hair, the way it flows down over her soft skin. You just want to tear that dress off her, but you figure she's teasing for a reason. She's setting the pace... so far, at least. You decide you need to get her attention. There's a few ways you could to that, but one stands out above the rest. You really want her to get the message... so... you take your cock out. I mean... what better way, right? You position your hard boner a few inches from her face. She notices, but keeps playing. <<katie "Who's the horrible sex predator now?">> she asks. <<you "Hey, you started this.">> you reply. She stops playing. <<katie "Yeah, I suppose I did.">> she says, looking at your cock and smiling. <<katie "So... you ready to finish it?">> she asks. Before you can answer, she gets down on the floor and takes your cock in her mouth. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1c2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg musicroom>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3224.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whispering" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3225.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You walk over to the piano and look over Katie's shoulder. <<katie "OK, so first, you want to learn some simple chords. You're going to need to know these.">> she says. She plays a few major chords, telling you what each one is, and showing you how you need your fingers arranged in order to produce them. She tries to point them out to you on her sheet music. <<you "Um... that stuff just looks like a bunch of nothing to me. I can't make sense of it.">> you say of the sheet music. She laughs. <<katie "Well... you don't really need to know this on your first lesson. Here... just sit down and try to do what I just did.">>. she says. You switch places with her and try out some of the chords. She whispers in your ear. <<katie "You're doing great. Keep it up.">> Her soft, sultry voice and her gentle breath in your ear makes your cock start to perk up. Katie seems to know that you're getting a little excited. She whispers again. <<katie "Keep performing like this, and I'll have to think of some way to reward you.">> she says, then she licks your ear. <<you "Oh shit!">> you say, reflexively as you turn back to look at her. She giggles. <<katie "Eyes front, mister! Focus!">> she says. You turn back around to focus on the piano and try the chords again. She stands behind you, rubbing your shoulders. You continue playing. <<katie "That's really good!">> she says. <<you "I'm trying my best.">> you say. <<katie "Well, you're picking it up quite fast. You're a VERY good student.">> she says. You keep playing for a while, then you turn around to see what she thinks. You're quite surprised by what you see. <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1d2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg musicroom>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3222.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3223.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3224.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/students.jpg" alt="a group of students" class="left"> <</nobr>>She pulls her tits out as she sucks your cock. She looks up at you as she slobbers all over your shaft. You put your hand on the back of her head and gently guide her movements, looking down at her while you do so. She's really beautiful with your dick in her mouth, you think. Maybe that's crass... but you are getting your knob polished, after all. This seems like an OK time for crass thoughts. She keeps slurping and sucking on your dick. You close your eyes. <<you "Oh Katie! Oh god!">> you say. You can tell she's smiling up at you. Or as much as you can smile with a cock in your mouth. She takes her mouth off just long enough to speak. <<katie "You like that, $you.fakefirstName?">> she asks. Dumb question. <<you "Yeah baby! Keep going!">> you say. She giggles and puts her mouth back on your cock. You feel her slurping and sucking even more than before. She focuses on your cock for a few more minutes, then, as if sensing you're about to cum (which you really are) she stops. You look down and she smiles up at you. She puts your balls in her mouth and starts to suck them. Your boner is draped across her pretty face as she tongues your balls and giggles. It tickles and sends waves of pleasure through your whole body. Suddenly, you hear voices in the hallway. They're talking and laughing with each other. And you can tell they're getting closer. You and Katie both panic. She leaps up from the floor and straightens out her dress, putting her tits away. You quickly pull your pants on and buckle them up, cramming your boner in and trying not to crush it. The two of you sit down at the piano, and Katie begins to play, just as several students come through the classroom door. They sit down at their desks and continue chatting and laughing with each other. Seems like they have no idea what was just going on in here. Phew, you think. That was fucking close! Katie finishes playing. <<katie "Well... I think that's all the time we have for today's lesson.">> she says. You play along. <<you "Thank you very much for your time.">> you say as you get up to leave. <<katie "Be sure to practice exercise 12 before our next lesson, OK?">> she asks. <<you "Sure thing.">> you reply. You head out the classroom door. As you pass the students, you could swear you heard one whisper, "Is that the Sex Teacher?"<<set $katie.second=3>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<katieloveGain 1>> <<katieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg musicroom>> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3226.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3227.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3228.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3229.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3230.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3231.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <img src="images/katie/katietuesday3232.jpg" alt="katie" class="left"> <</nobr>>Katie's standing there now only in her underwear. Her red dress is crumpled on the floor at her feet. She looks right at you with a flirtatious smile. You are stunned silent. Your mouth is probably wide open right now. You're not sure, because you don't have any blood available to power your brain, but it seems like it would be the appropriate facial expression given the current situation. She seems to be having a good time with you just slackjawed and drooling over her incredibly sexy body. The looks she's giving you... she's been thinking about doing this since the laundry room... you're pretty sure. <<katie "You did so well. Are you ready for your reward?">> she asks. <<you "Uh... Uh... ">> you stammer. She giggles at your idiocy. <<katie "I'm going to take that as a yes.">> she says. You just look at her and nod. She points to a chair a few feet away from the piano. <<katie "Go sit over there.">> she says. You do as she asks and she takes your place on the piano bench. She slowly and seductively takes off her bra revealing her gorgeous breasts. She dangles her bra by her side, looking lustfully at you. <<katie "So... are you enjoying your first lesson, $you.fakefirstName?">> she asks. <<you "I am.">> you reply. You're basically in a mental state that only allows for single syllables at this point. She smiles as she drops her bra to the floor. <<katie "Do you think I'm a good teacher?">> she asks. <<you "I do.">> you say, single syllables again. She licks her lips then pulls her panties to the side, revealing her sexy pussy. Your boner is now complete. It has taken over your executive function. <<katie "Do you think you'd like to keep taking lessons from me?">> she asks. You're at a loss for words, even mono-syllabic ones at this point, so you just smile dumbly and nod. She runs a finger across her slit then puts it in her mouth and sucks on it. You almost take your cock out just out of instinct, but manage to supress your urge. She's not helping with that though, as she pulls her panties off and gets down on all fours on the floor. She crawls around a little in just her high heels now, looking at you like she wants you to just tear off your clothes and gorilla fuck her right there on the floor. You're about to do it, too, when you both hear voices in the hallway. They're laughing and chatting. They're also clearly getting closer. You give Katie a panicked look and she gives you one back. The sudden rush of adrenaline jolts you back to your senses. Katie is still desperately panicking, so you act quickly. You grab her by the arm and push her into a nearby closet where musical instruments and equipment are stored. You quickly gather up her clothes from the floor, throw them into the closet with her and shut the door. You run back over to the piano and stand behind it, concealing your massive boner, just as several students walk into the classroom. They looks confused seeing you. "Is this the classroom for Music 120?" one asks. <<you "No. That's up on the second floor. All they way at the end of the hall on the left.">> you reply, confidently. They smile, thank you, and head back out into the hallway. You can pretty much get anyone to believe anything if you say it with confidence... or such has been your experience. You wait a few moments to make sure they're gone, then you open the closet door. Katie's standing there, now clothed. <<katie "Quick thinking.">> she says. <<you "Thanks.">> you reply. <<you "I think maybe I should go.">> you say. She pulls you in and gives you a steamy, passionate kiss. The two of you make out in the closet for a minute, then she pushes you away. She pulls her panties down and starts masturbating. <<katie "Lock the classroom door on your way out, will you?">> she asks. Damn, you think. <<nobr>><<link "''//This horny chick has just gotta have it.//''">><<set $katie.note10=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Katie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say with a smile, though she's already too deep into pleasuring herself to notice. You close her in the closet and head out of the classroom, locking the door like she asked.<<set $katie.second=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<katieloveGain 1>> <<katieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday331.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/vape.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday333.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1312.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday337.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday335.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left"> <</nobr>><<kristen "Howdy neighbor!">> she says. <<kristen "Want a drag?">> she asks. <<you "Is that a boring vape, or a happy fun-time vape?">> you ask. <<kristen "Happy fun-time.">> she replies. <<you "In that case, hand it over!">> you say. She laughs and hands you the pen. You take a big puff and let it out. You can feel the THC hit almost right away. It makes you feel relaxed and euphoric. You hand it back to her. <<you "Thank you!">> you say. <<kristen "Of course!">> she says with a smile. You both sit in an amiable silence, enjoying the night air and the comfortable numbness provided by the weed pen. <<you "I really enjoyed last night, you know.">> you say. She looks over at you and smiles. <<kristen "Me too.">> she says. You both enjoy the silence for another few moments. <<you "Sometimes it's nice to just watch Webflix and just chill out with someone.">> you say. She giggles and gives you a strange look. <<kristen "Webflix and chill, huh?">> she says. You realize the euphamism you just accidentally dropped and it makes you chuckle. <<you "Shit. I didn't mean it like that.">> you say. <<kristen "That's too bad.">> she says with a coy smile. You look at her, trying to figure out what she's getting at. <<you "Well... last night, I thought you weren't ready for the 'chill' part yet.">> you say. She smiles. <<kristen "I'm definitely getting there.">> she says. That's good to know, you think. <<you "Well... I told you how I feel, and I know what you said. I just want you to know that I...">> your voice trails off as she gets up from her seat. <<you "...What are you doing?">> you ask. She puts her finger to her lips. <<kristen "Shhh... don't talk.">> she says. Sure thing, you think to yourself. She comes over to you and sits in your lap. She wraps her arms around you and starts passionately kissing you. The two of you make out in the courtyard, in full view of all the apartments, for a few steamy minutes. She's grinding on your hard cock through your pants. Your hands are exploring every part of her fresh, young body. If this goes any further, you're gonna need a condom or something. Just then, she breaks away. She looks at you with a sultry smile. <<kristen "Don't worry, $you.fakefirstName... we'll get to the 'chill' part real soon!">> she says. She gets up and heads toward her apartment. You watch her go, your boner slowly deflating in your pants. Just before she gets to her door, she turns around and flashes you her perfect breasts. Your boner springs back to life. You give her a look that says, "you're kinda freaky." She gives one back that says, "I know!" <<empathyGain 1>> <<kristenloveGain 1>> <<kristenloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $day=41>><<set $contacts=0>> <<set $alida.call41=0>> <<set $alida.text41=0>> <<set $barbie.call41=0>> <<set $barbie.text41=0>> <<set $brianna.call41=0>> <<set $brianna.text41=0>> <<set $gloria.call41=0>> <<set $gloria.text41=0>> <<set $annie.call41=0>> <<set $annie.text41=0>> <<set $katie.call41=0>> <<set $katie.text41=0>> <<set $maria.call41=0>> <<set $maria.text41=0>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/wednesday4/wakeup.gif" alt="suddenly waking up" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/missedbus.jpg" alt="you missing the bus" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday412.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <</nobr>>You are jolted awake. Your heart is beating fast and your sheets are drenched with sweat. What a nightmare! It takes you a few moments to remember where you are. You're on the island. You work at Harrington. You're safe. You take a long, deep breath, then look at the clock on your phone. SHIT! You're late!! With no time for a real shower you take a super fast whore's bath, just washing the hairy bits. You manage to comb out your bedhead and throw on some deodorant before rushing to the curb just in time to see the shuttle bus driving away without you. You're going to be very late. That is not good. You're in the process of cursing the gods for your misfortune when you notice you're not alone. There is a young woman also standing at the bus stop with you. She looks equally angry. You guess that she missed the bus too. She notices you looking at her and seems displeased. She gives you a sour look. <<casey "What the fuck are you looking at?!">> she asks, with some serious attitude. You just shake your head. <<you "She sounds like Alyssa.">> you mutter under your breath. <<casey "What did you say? How do you know I'm friends with Alyssa?">> she asks. That's interesting. She's friends with Alyssa? Need to know more about this girl. <<you "Alyssa Stevens?">> you ask. She still looks suspicious of you. <<casey "Yeah. You know her?">> she asks. <<you "Yes. I'm her teacher.">> you reply. The girl thinks for a moment, then smiles devilishly. <<casey "You're the Sex Teacher aren't you?">> she asks. Well... word seems to be spreading. <<you "I guess that's me, yeah.">> you say. She laughs a bit. <<casey "Yeah, she's told me about you.">> she says. You begin to think about whether that's a good or a bad thing, when you remember that you're super late and you don't have a car. <<you "Hey, I'm really late for my class. You don't happen to know if I can get a cab on this island? It looks like you missed the bus too, so maybe we can split one?">> you propose. <<casey "Well... I can drive us, but I really didn't want to, cause there's nowhere for students to park on campus.">> she says. Interesting. She's a Harrington student, but she doesn't live on campus and she has a car? Strange. You want to know more. <<you "Well... I happen to have a reserved parking space... and I don't own a car, so I'm sure it will be empty, if you get my drift.">> you say. She smiles. <<casey "Fuck it, let's go!">> she says and walks towards the parking lot. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-1a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left"> <</nobr>>You get in her car and she starts driving towards campus. You're still going to be a little late, but not nearly as bad as you thought. You try to get a little more info on this girl. <<you "So... how is it that you're a Harrington student, but you don't live in the dorms and you're allowed to have a car?">> you ask. She smiles. <<casey "Cause my parents are rich.">> she says. Simple explanation, yes... but I can believe that. <<you "So... you're one of the students whose parents sent them here, rather than a judge or something?">> you ask. She smiles again. <<casey "Something like that, yeah.">> she says. She's definitely holding something back. But you're just grateful she gave you a ride. You'll have time to figure out more about her later, probably. It is a small island after all. <<casey "So Alyssa's been talking a lot about you.">> she says. Shit. Yeah, she probably has. That little minx is a handful. <<you "All good things, I hope.">> you say. She looks at you for a moment, taking her eyes off the road, then looks back. <<casey "Sure. All good things.">> she says. The two of you drive on in silence for a few more minutes. Then you arrive on campus in front of Bellend Tower. You point out your parking space to the girl and she pulls in. <<you "Thanks for the ride. I didn't catch your name.">> you say. <<casey "It's Casey.">> she says. <<you "Nice to meet you, Casey, I'm Professor $you.fakelastName.">> you say. You thought about giving her your first name, but she is a student, after all. <<casey "Yeah, I know. See you around, Sex Teacher!">> she says, loud enough that passersby can hear it. Well... she's definitely Alyssa's friend, you think. You shake you head, smile at her, and hustle off to the psychology building for your class. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-1b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/wednesday4/runninglate.jpg" alt="you running late" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/psychologybuilding.jpg" alt="psychology building" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're already late, and your fear is that if you don't get to class soon, all your students will just assume you're not coming and leave. You run across campus towards the Psychology Building, passing groups of students who are walking around on campus. Every group you pass gives you a funny look. Some laugh at you. You can't really blame them, you probably look pretty ridiculous. You're almost there. You can see the building in the distance. You keep hustling towards it, hoping your students will still be in the classroom when you get there. You probably could have asked Casey to drop you off, but you were in such a rush, you didn't even think of it until now. Stupid. Winded, you drag yourself up the steps in front of the building and head inside. There are some students still milling around in the hallway, even though classes started nearly ten minutes ago. <<you "You're... you're... tardy.">> you manage to say, between gasps for air. They look at you and laugh a little. You keep trying to catch your breath. <<you "Get to class! Now!">> you manage to shout. This time they get the message, and they head off into a classroom at the end of the hall. <<you "Fucking brats.">> you mutter to yourself. You're pretty tardy too, though, so you run the final leg to your classroom. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class1">><</link>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson3==1 and $lesson2==1>> Talking about their deepest sexual fears will probably be a pretty sensitive subject. You might be able to find ways to take advantage of the girls' vulnerabilities. <<speech "You">>Today, everyone is going to tell the class about their deepest sexual fears.<</speech>> Many in the class look uncomfortable, including (strangely enough) Kaylee. Olivia looks like she wants to challenge you, but she doesn't say anything. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviablank.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <div class="thought">Looks like Olivia is still on the leash.</div> <<speech "You">>I can tell by your silence that you're all a little uncomfortable with this topic. Too bad. Who's first?<</speech>> No one responds. <<speech "You">>Can we stop with the act? You were uncomfortable in previous classes too, but then you just pushed through it and we ended up having good discussions. You all remember that. So stop fucking around and someone start talking.<</speech>> The class still looks uncomfortable. <<speech "You">>Kaylee, go first.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Can someone else go?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Never thought Kaylee would be reluctant to talk about sex.</div> <<speech "You">>I never thought THE Kaylee West would be scared to talk about sex. What's going on here?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I just would rather go later.<</speech>> <div class="thought">She seems really uncomfortable. We haven't seen this side of Kaylee before.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee. I'm going to give you a pass for now, because you've been so active in our previous discussions. But you will have to talk about this before the end of class today.<</speech>> You look around at all your students. <<speech "You">>EVERYONE will have to talk about this before the end of class today, got it?<</speech>> They all reluctantly seem to concede. <<kayleeobedienceGain 1>> <<jasmineobedienceGain 1>> <<sophiaobedienceGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Good. Who's first?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I'll go first.<</speech>> <div class="thought">There's a surprise. Lauren going first.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>Well... I think my biggest sexual fear is... being raped.<</speech>> The whole class waits silently for Lauren to continue. She doesn't say anything. <<speech "You">>OK, Lauren. Please elaborate.<</speech>> Lauren looks like she can't put the words together. <<speech "Lauren">>I... I don't know. What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I'd like you to tell us a little more about your sexual fears.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But that is my sexual fear. I'm afraid of being raped.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And you can't tell us anything more about it?<</speech>> Lauren looks a little frustrated. <<speech "Lauren">>What else can I say?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Fine. Don't think I'm gonna get much more out of her.</div> <<speech "You">>Fine Lauren. You're done. Sophia, you're next.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>Well... I'm afraid of being raped too.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Not the most original response.</div> <<speech "You">>And let me guess... you don't have anything else to say about it?<</speech>> Sophia looks a little uncomfortable. <<speech "Sophia">>No. That's what I'm scared of. Isn't that scary enough?<</speech>> <div class="thought">It's a good point. I may have to change direction here a bit, or this is going to be one boring ass discussion.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Professor, I think we're all scared of the same thing.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Show of hands. Who here is scared of being raped?<</speech>> Everyone raises their hand except Alyssa. She's giving Olivia a dirty look. It's almost as if it pains her to agree. The rest of the class is looking at Alyssa and she notices it. She sighs, rolls her eyes and raises her hand too. Olivia smiles triumphantly. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class3">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson3==1 and $lesson2==2>> Talking about their deepest sexual fears will probably be a pretty sensitive subject. You might be able to find ways to take advantage of the girls' vulnerabilities. <<speech "You">>Today, everyone is going to tell the class about their deepest sexual fears.<</speech>> Many in the class look uncomfortable, including (strangely enough) Kaylee. Grace looks exceptionally uncomfortable. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <div class="thought">I'll need to push a bit harder with Grace, since she's really uncomfortable talking about sex.</div> <<speech "You">>I can tell by your silence that you're all a little uncomfortable with this topic. Too bad. Who's first?<</speech>> No one responds. <<speech "You">>Can we stop with the act? You were uncomfortable in previous classes too, but then you just pushed through it and we ended up having good discussions. You all remember that. So stop fucking around and someone start talking.<</speech>> The class still looks uncomfortable. <<speech "You">>Kaylee, go first.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Can someone else go?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Never thought Kaylee would be reluctant to talk about sex.</div> <<speech "You">>I never thought THE Kaylee West would be scared to talk about sex. What's going on here?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I just would rather go later.<</speech>> <div class="thought">She seems really uncomfortable. We haven't seen this side of Kaylee before.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee. I'm going to give you a pass for now, because you've been so active in our previous discussions. But you will have to talk about this before the end of class today.<</speech>> You look around at all your students. <<speech "You">>EVERYONE will have to talk about this before the end of class today, got it?<</speech>> They all reluctantly seem to concede. <<speech "You">>Good. Who's first?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I'll go first.<</speech>> <div class="thought">There's a surprise. Lauren going first.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>Well... I think my biggest sexual fear is... being raped.<</speech>> The whole class waits silently for Lauren to continue. She doesn't say anything. <<speech "You">>OK, Lauren. Please elaborate.<</speech>> Lauren looks like she can't put the words together. <<speech "Lauren">>I... I don't know. What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I'd like you to tell us a little more about your sexual fears.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But that is my sexual fear. I'm afraid of being raped.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And you can't tell us anything more about it?<</speech>> Lauren looks a little frustrated. <<speech "Lauren">>What else can I say?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Fine. Don't think I'm gonna get much more out of her.</div> <<speech "You">>Fine Lauren. You're done. Sophia, you're next.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Sophia">>Well... I'm afraid of being raped too.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Not the most original response.</div> <<speech "You">>And let me guess... you don't have anything else to say about it?<</speech>> Sophia looks a little uncomfortable. <<speech "Sophia">>No. That's what I'm scared of. Isn't that scary enough?<</speech>> <div class="thought">It's a good point. I may have to change direction here a bit, or this is going to be one boring ass discussion.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Professor, I think we're all scared of the same thing.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Show of hands. Who here is scared of being raped?<</speech>> Everyone raises their hand except Alyssa. She's giving Olivia a dirty look. It's almost as if it pains her to agree. The rest of the class is looking at Alyssa and she notices it. She sighs, rolls her eyes and raises her hand too. Olivia smiles triumphantly. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class3">><</link>> <<else>><</if>> <<if $lesson3==2>> Porn is everywhere these days, and you have to assume that these girls look at it. Especially Kaylee. Hell, Kaylee makes it. It will be interesting to hear their views on it and its societal effects. <<speech "You">>Today, we're talking about pornography-<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I'LL GO FIRST!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Of course.</div> <<speech "You">>-and its effects on society.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh. Nevermind.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Come on, Kaylee. Why don't you want to go first anymore?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Because I just want to talk about porn.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>But that's what we're talking about.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>But I want to talk ONLY about porn. Not that other boring stuff.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, that's fair, I guess. But maybe you could just get the discussion started anyway. How about you tell us why you like porn... I'm assuming you do, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh hell yeah I do!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Good! Can you tell us why?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I just think it's so hot!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee. But there has to be more to it than that, right?<</speech>> She thinks about it for a moment. <<speech "Kaylee">>I guess I just really like sex. Like more than just having sex, I mean... everyone likes that.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Unless you're doing it wrong.<</speech>> The class laughs, except Grace who looks uncomfortable. <<speech "Kaylee">>Well, yeah, unless you're doing it wrong. But what I mean is I like sex the way other people like sports. I'm a fan of sex. And porn is like... Major League Sex.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So you have an appreciation for the work that porn actors and actresses do?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>TOTALLY! They're like pro athletes! Some of them can just fuck and suck for hours!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Kaylee doesn't watch porn to get off so much as she watches to learn.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>She's right. I got some of my best moves from watching porn. It's why I started camming in the first place.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>When did you start camming?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>The day I turned 18. I already had like a TON of Instantgrum folowers... and I know they were all dirty perverts who couldn't wait to see me naked and fucking myself with massive dildos-<</speech>> <div class="thought">There's an image.</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleedildo.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>-So I got on JustFans and I was making huge money like within a few weeks!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>So... you're kinda like a pornstar now?<</speech>> Kaylee thinks for a moment. <<speech "Kaylee">>I guess so. OH MY GOD! I'M A PORNSTAR!!<</speech>> The class laughs. <<speech "Kaylee">>HOLY SHIT!! I'm so excited!<</speech>> <div class="thought">How the fuck didn't she realize this before now?</div> <<speech "Olivia">>How can you be proud of that, Kaylee?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!<</speech>> <<if $lesson2==1>>You give Olivia a stern look. She seems to remember what you both discussed in your office. <<speech "Olivia">>I mean... could you please tell me why you think that being a pornstar is a thing to be proud of? I'm curious.<</speech>> She says it with a respectful tone. She looks to you for validation. You smile and nod at her. <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<speech "Alyssa">>Olivia, will you just chill the fuck out for once?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>No Alyssa, I will not chill the fuck out! I want to know why Kaylee thinks that being objectified and exploited for her body is something to be proud of!<</speech>><<else>><</if>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Why shouldn't I be proud of it?! I'm fucking hot! And there are thousands of dudes out there who are paying me money each month just to do something that I really like doing anyway. I'm fucking rich! That's like the American Dream!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But doesn't it make you feel ashamed?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck no! Why would it?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Because everyone sees you naked.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>If Kaylee was ashamed of people seeing her naked... she just wouldn't be Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Damn right! I love people seeing me naked!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But what happens when you're not young and hot anymore? What are you going to do then?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Um, hello? MILF PORN?!<</speech>> <<kayleelustGain 1>> <<kayleetrustGain 1>> <<alyssalustGain 1>> <<alyssatrustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class3">><</link>> <<else>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/wednesday4/lunch.jpg" alt="eating lunch under a tree" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesun.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasun.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/sunning.jpg" alt="kaylee, alyssa and casey sunning" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseyflash.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/sunning.jpg" alt="kaylee, alyssa and casey sunning" class="left"> <</nobr>>Lunch time again. You're kind of getting tired of hearing all the students whisper about you at the cafeteria, so you decide to just get your lunch to go. You get a sandwich and take it out onto the green to eat it under the shade of a tree. It's a warm, sunny day; perfect for enjoying a meal outdoors. Your mind wanders as you eat. You think about that dream you had. You can't really remember any specifics, but you remember the uneasy feeling you had immediately after waking up. What was it that had you so shook? It's hard to tell how much of it was the dream, and how much of it was the fact that you're still not used to living and sleeping in an unfamiliar place. As you ponder this, your thoughts are interrupted by a familiar voice. <<casey "Hey, Sex Teacher!">> You look up and see Casey, Alyssa's friend who gave you a ride this morning. She smiles at you. She's not alone. Alyssa and Kaylee are with her. They're all in skimpy swimsuits, and carrying towels. They both smile at you as well. This lunch just got interesting. <<kaylee "How do you know Professor $you.fakelastName?">> Kaylee asks. <<casey "I gave him a ride this morning!">> Casey says. <<kaylee "Woo! I bet you did you little slut!">> Kaylee says with a giggle. Alyssa joins in the laughter. <<casey "I gave him a ride to campus, Kaylee. Don't be weird!">> Casey says. <<alyssa "Wait... CASEY is the neighbor who gave you a ride?">> Alyssa asks. Well... looks like your secret's out. It was only a matter of time. <<you "Yes, Alyssa. She is.">> you reply. Alyssa and Kaylee give each other a knowing smile, as if they just had something confirmed to them. You're not sure what that's about... but it probably means trouble. You decide to redirect the conversation. <<you "So, you three getting some sun this afternoon?">> you ask. They all refocus their attention on you. Kaylee speaks up. <<kaylee "Well... we figured we'd give you a little show while you finish your lunch.">> Kaylee says. As she does, she turns around and shows off her ass. Goddamn Kaylee... GODDAMN! <<alyssa "Yeah Professor. Don't tell me you don't like what you see.">> Alyssa says, showing off her ass as well. You try not to stare. Alyssa gives Casey a look, and Casey shows off her ass to you as well. Great. Now there's three of them. <<you "No comment, Alyssa.">> you say, as calmly as you can. They all giggle. Alyssa and Kaylee head out into a sunny spot on the green and start laying out their towels. Casey lingers near you. You give her a questioning look. She looks over her shoulder to make sure no one is watching, then she flashes you her tits. They're cute, and small; with perky little nipples. She smiles at you, showing off her braces. Even though you know she's of age... there's something about girls with braces giving you a boner. It feels extra wrong, extra dirty... and extra hot because of it. As quickly as Casey flashed those little titties, she covers them back up and joins her friends in the sun. You sit in your spot and watch them, your cock still rock hard. They get out suntan oil and start rubbing each other down. Their fresh young bodies are glistening in the midday sun. You will yourself to stop staring. You can see them giggling to each other, no doubt talking about you. You take a moment to will your boner away, then you get up to leave. As you do, all three of them say, loudly, and in unison, "See you later, Sex Teacher!" These girls are gonna get you fired. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-office1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurendoor.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/bookshelf.jpg" alt="a bookshelf" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensurprised.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>Afternoon arrives and you return to your office. After your eventful lunch, you're kinda looking forward to an uneventful afternoon. Then you remember you invited Lauren to come to your office to talk. You're not sure if she will take you up on the offer, though. In class, it seemed like she wanted to talk more about porn and sex addiction. She asked about it, but then she seemed to kinda chicken out. That's not really a problem, but you hope that she will come to your office to discuss it further. As if by fate, there is a knock at your door. <<you "Come in.">> you say. The door opens and you see Lauren standing there, looking a little nervous. She gives you a little smile from the doorway. She's still just standing there. <<you "You OK, Lauren?">> you ask. She smiles and nods. <<lauren "Yes, Professor. I'm fine.">> she says, awkwardly. She's still just standing in the doorway. Neither of you say anything for a few moments, then she breaks the silence. <<lauren "How are you?">> she asks, clumsily. You smile at her. Seems like she's a bit uncomfortable. <<you "I'm fine, Lauren. Would you like to actually come in the office and sit down? This would probably be easier if you did.">> you say. She blushes and giggles nervously. <<lauren "Oh yeah. Of course! Sorry, Professor.">> she says. She closes the door behind her and sits down. She shoots you another nervous smile. <<you "No need to apologize, Lauren. I'm glad you decided to come here this afternoon.">> you say. She smiles, briefly, then looks away. The two of you sit in silence. You keep looking at her, waiting for her to speak. She just avoids eye contact and looks around your office. She notices the bookcase. <<lauren "Have you read all of those books, Professor?">> she asks. <<you "Nah. They came with the office.">> you say. She laughs at that. You weren't joking. They actually were here when you moved into the office. You're not sure whose they are. Still, Lauren seemed to find it funny. Maybe this can be the icebreaker you need to get her talking. <<you "I just keep them there cause they make me look smart, I think.">> you say. She laughs again. <<lauren "Definitely. Good move, Professor.">> she says with a smile. <<you "Actually, I have to confess something, Lauren. You can't tell anyone, promise?">> you say. She looks interested. <<lauren "I promise.">> she says, looking at you inquisitively. You lean in to tell her your secret. <<you "I never learned to read.">> you say. For a split second, she looks shocked, then she realizes you're fucking with her. She rolls her eyes and laughs at you. <<lauren "Oh that was mean!">> she says. You laugh along with her. <<you "Maybe a little.">> you say. <<you "I was just trying to lighten things up in here a little. You know, make you feel a little more comfortable.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<lauren "Thanks, Professor.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "lauren office4b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer screen" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffice1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffice2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>It getting on in the afternoon. You're waiting in your office for Mikayla to show up. When she asked to speak with you in private, she made it out like it wasn't a big deal. But you know better. She wouldn't have asked to speak privately if it wasn't something important, and potentially embarrassing. You're thinking about what it could be that she wants to discuss when there is a knock at your door. Mikayla pokes her head in. <<mikayla "Hi Professor. Can you still see me this afternoon?">> she asks. <<you "Yes. Come in and sit down.">> you say. She does so, closing the door behind her. She smiles at you. <<mikayla "Thanks for doing this.">> she says. <<you "Sure thing. So what do you need to talk about?">> you ask. Better to get straight to the point here. She smiles again. <<mikayla "Well... you could probably tell that I didn't really want to talk about this in front of the whole class.">> she says. You definitely got that feeling. <<mikayla "And I didn't want to lie to you or to the rest of the class, so I just decided not to say anything.">> she says. <<you "Well, thank you for not being dishonest in class, even if it meant limiting your participation.">> you say. You would normally have forced Mikayla to talk in front of the class, about whatever humiliating topic she found sensitive, but you didn't, and now here she is in your office. It worked out pretty well. <<mikayla "I was worried you'd force me to talk about this in front of everyone.">> she says. You smile. <<you "Well, if I had known you were holding something back, I very well might have. But since you've been a good and obedient student so far, I likely would have cut you a little slack. I may be strict, but I'm fair.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<mikayla "Thanks, Professor. I really try to be a good student... but this... I didn't know if I could talk about this... not with the other girls. They... they would take it the wrong way.">> she says. Now you're really interested. <<you "So what is it that we're talking about here?">> you ask. She hesitates, but seems to realize that she's the one who wanted to talk to you, so she better start talking. <<mikayla "I'm really worried, Professor. I think there might be something wrong with me.">> she says. <<you "Go on.">> you say. She nods and continues. <<mikayla "It's about what we were discussing in class today.">> she says. She looks at you for recognition. You want her to just fucking say whatever she's gonna say, but is seems like she need some coaxing still. <<you "About your relationship fears. You mentioned being afraid you were with the wrong person, and that you feared you'd be stuck in a failing relationship.">> you say. She looks nervous. Maybe she was lying in class today. <<you "That's what you said, right.">> <<mikayla "Right.">> she says, apprehensively. She still looks nervous. <<you "Mikayla, were you really being honest in class today?">> you ask. You can't allow her to lie to you and the class. You have to maintain your authority. <<mikayla "Oh yes, I was. I swear. I really am afraid that Geoffry might not be the right guy for me. But that's not what I want to talk to you about.">> she says. Interesting. <<link "CONTINUE" "mikayla office4b">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/wednesday4/hallwaydoor.jpg" alt="a door at the end of a hallway" class="left"> <img src="images/bg/breakroom.jpg" alt="break room" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $katie.intro==4>>You decide to head over to Bellend Tower. Maybe you'll see someone you know. You walk across campus and head into the boner building. You wander around for a few minutes, when you see woman walking into the teachers' breakroom at the end of the hallway. You didn't get a good look at her face. You walk over there and enter the breakroom to see who it was.<<else>>You've heard scuttlebutt about a teachers' breakroom in Bellend Tower, and you have some time to kill now, so you decide to check it out and see if the rumors are true. You walk across campus and head into the boner building. You wander around for a few minutes, when you see woman walking into a room at the end of the hallway. You didn't get a good look at her face, but you could tell by her age and the way she was dressed that she was not a student. Maybe this is the teachers' breakroom you've heard about. You walk over there to investigate. You poke your head in the door, and see that this is indeed the teachers' breakroom.<</if>> The woman you saw in the hall is standing there with her back to you. She seems to be making a pot of coffee. Well... no time like the present to introduce yourself. Especially because you want some of that coffee. <<you "Hello?">> you say. The woman turns around and you recognize her face. <<if $gloria.intro==1>><img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday125.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">It's Gloria, the woman whose classroom was overheating. When you first met her, you couldn't help but laugh at the unfortunate situation she was in. It was really funny seeing her in her classroom, dressed all prim and professional, but sweating bullets and screaming profanities at the thermostat on the wall. You remember it now, and chuckle a little. Her expression turns sour. <<gloria "You here to laugh at me again?!">> she asks. <<you "No.">> you say, containing your laughter. <<gloria "Good. I'd hate to have to squish those little nuts of yours.">> she says with a mischevious smile. Now you remember how spicy this woman is! She's not gonna be an easy one if your plan is to dominate her, but you are always up for a challenge. She is looking super hot again today, and you really want to hit on her, but how should you proceed? <<link "You two are alone in the breakroom. You should fuck with her a bit and see how she responds." "wednesday 4-gloria1a">><</link>> <<link "Try to be funny and charming and see how she responds." "wednesday 4-gloria1b">><</link>> <<elseif $gloria.intro==2>><img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">It's Gloria, the woman you tried to help with her broken thermostat and overheated classroom. She smiles at you. <<gloria "Look who it is! $you.fakefirstName! I was hoping I'd see you on campus. How's everything going?">> she asks. <<you "Pretty good so far, I think. What about you? They ever fix your heater problem?">> you ask. She laughs. <<gloria "Yeah, they FINALLY did last night. I came in to class today and the room was fine.">> she says. <<you "So you mean the room was super hot for the first two days?">> you ask. <<gloria "Yeah. Stupid Maintainence fucks! We had to have our first two classes outside. Do you know how hard it is to teach math when you're sitting in a circle out on the green?">> she asks. <<you "Pretty hard, I would imagine.">> you say. <<gloria "Yeah. The students didn't really learn much!">> she says with a little laugh. <<gloria "So what are you up to?">> she asks. <<you "Well, right now I'm up to trying to get some of that coffee you're making.">> you say. She laughs again. <<gloria "You might regret that. The coffee here is absolute shit.">> she says. <<you "Why are you drinking it then?">> you ask. <<gloria "Because it's free and it has caffeine in it.">> she replies. Good enough reasons, you think to yourself, but you would really like some good coffee, if you can find some. What should you do. <<link "Offer to treat Gloria to a cup of GOOD coffee, if you can find some." "wednesday 4-gloria1d">><</link>> <<link "Just let her make you some coffee and then try hitting on her." "wednesday 4-gloria1c">><</link>> <<elseif $gloria.intro==3>><img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1211.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">It's the really loud and vulgar woman you met in her classroom the other day. She was screaming profanities at the top of her lungs, and you tried to get her to shut up. She got pretty mad at you for that. Anger issues, you think. She looks up and sees you. Her expression, curious at first, quickly changes to annoyed when she recognizes you. You shoot her a shit-eating grin. <<gloria "What the fuck are you doing here?!">> she asks. The last time you two met, you riled her up a bit. She was already really pissed off about something, and you just made it worse. To be honest, it was kinda fun! You could keep on the same course now, or you could try to make amends. You really enjoy fucking with this woman... but, your little chance meeting in the teachers' breakroom makes you think you'll probably be running into her pretty often. <<link "Since you'll probably be seeing her a lot, you should make amends." "wednesday 4-gloria1f">><</link>> <<link "It's too much fun fucking with this woman. Who cares if you'll be seeing her a lot. Keep fucking with her." "wednesday 4-gloria1e">><</link>> <<elseif $gloria.intro==4>><img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"><img src="images/gloria/gloriabikini.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">It's Gloria, the woman with the broken thermostat who thought you were with the maintainence department. She recognizes you and smiles. <<gloria "Hey Mr. 'turns out you're not from Maintainence!'">> she says, with a warm smile. You smile back. <<you "Hi... Gloria. Yeah. Not from Maintainence">> you say. <<you "It's good to see you again though. Did the real Maintainence guys ever get your thermostat sorted?">> you ask. She scowls. <<gloria "Yes. FINALLY!">> she says. <<gloria "It only took them two whole days!">> <<you "Geez that's a long time to be teaching math in a sauna.">> you say <<gloria "Fuck yeah it is! We couldn't even stand being in the classroom. I had to teach the first two classes outdoors. You know how hard it is to teach college level math when you're sitting outside in a field?">> she asks. <<you "No, but I imagine it's not easy without a chalkboard.">> you say. She smiles, nods and rolls her eyes. <<gloria "But what can you do? I'm just glad they fixed it and I didn't have to wear a bikini to class.">> she says. You can't help but picture it. <<you "I would liked to have seen that though...">> you say. She laughs. <<gloria "I bet you would have you horny little boy!">> she says. She finishes up making the pot of coffee and pours herself a cup. <<gloria "You want one? It's shit, but at least it's fresh shit.">> she says, gesturing to the coffee. <<you "Well, when you sell it like that, how can I say no.">> you say. She pours you a cup and the two of you sit down at a table together. You look at her across the table and can't help but notice, once again, how strikingly beautiful she is. It's just the two of you in the lounge right now. Do you want to make a move? <<link "Yes. Hit on her and see if you can get in that." "wednesday 4-gloria1g">><</link>> <<link "Not yet. Stay friendly for now at least." "wednesday 4-gloria1h">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's just about the end of the day for you, so you head outside and walk over to the other side of campus to catch the shuttle. Wouldn't you know it, you arrive just in time to see it pulling away. Great. That's twice in one day, you think. You look up at Bellend Tower and shake your head. Better head in there. Maybe someone inside knows the number for a cab... if there even is one on this island. You're walking around the labyrinthine hallways of Bellend Tower when you come to a dead end. The hallway ends with the restrooms. You're about to turn around when the womens room door opens and out steps a woman you recognize. <<if $annie.intro==1>><img src="images/annie/anniescared.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">It's Annie McGrath, the curvy blonde who you met a few days ago in her classroom. She really freaked out when you first met. It was like she thought you were going to rape her or something. You wondered why she was so scared. After all, you were only planning to hit on her. It was maybe a little slimy...but it is you, after all. A look of panic appears on her face. You've somehow managed to corner her... again. And she's not dealing with it very well. Her eyes are darting around and you can tell that there's adrenaline surging through her body right now. How do you want to handle this? <<link "Keep fucking with her. It was a real turn on seeing how scared and fragile she was." "wednesday 4-annie1a">><</link>> <<link "Tell her you want to make peace, and you'll be waiting outside if she wants to talk." "wednesday 4-annie1b">><</link>> <<elseif $annie.intro==2>><img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">It's Annie McGrath, the curvy blonde who you met a few days ago in her classroom. There was a little tension between the two of you at first. She almost tased you. But you managed to clear it up. It was a misunderstanding. Your fault, probably. I mean... you kinda startled her and cornered her in her classroom. You didn't mean to, but that's what ended up happening anyway. She smiles when she recognizes you. Looks like she's not scared anymore. She's very attractive, and you'd certainly like to get to know her better. How do you want to go about it? <<link "Flirt with her, but be nice and clean about it." "wednesday 4-annie1d">><</link>> <<link "Flirt with her, but get a little dirty and sleazy with her." "wednesday 4-annie1c">><</link>> <<elseif $annie.intro==3>><img src="images/annie/anniescared.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">It's the curvy blonde who tased you a few days ago. You still have a sore spot on your chest from where the taser prongs hit you. You still remember lying paralyzed on the floor while she ran away screaming. She looks up and recognizes you. Her expression is complete panic. The first time you surprised her didn't end well. Now you have, not only surprised her, but inadvertently cornered her as well. She looks like she's going to scream. She doesn't have her purse with her (so no taser, thank god) but she seems like a scrappy type. You prepare for the possibility that she may kick you in the nuts. <<annie "STAY AWAY FROM ME!">> she yells. You recognize that she may be pretty scared right now, but you're also a little mad that she's trying to be the victim here. After all... SHE tased YOU. How do you respond? <<link "Approach her and try to explain and apologize" "wednesday 4-annie1f">><</link>> <<link "Tell HER to stay away from YOU. You don't want to get tased again." "wednesday 4-annie1e">><</link>> <<elseif $annie.intro==4>><img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">It's Annie. She looks really happy to see you. <<annie "Hey stranger! What are you doing here so late?">> she asks. You really like Annie, and you desperately want to get to know her better, but you're just not sure how to go about it. You're usually pretty good talking with attractive women, but Annie makes you sweat. You're very conflicted. <<link "I can't talk to her. She's too beautiful. I better just go before I embarrass myself." "wednesday 4-annie1h">><</link>> <<link "Girls like bad boys, right? I should act a bit like a jerk and pretend not to care." "wednesday 4-annie1g">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>With your lunch finished, you head back to your office in the Psychology Building, and wait for your student to arrive for your afternoon meeting. You're not sure what to expect, but you hope it will at least not be boring. <<if $lesson3==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "mikayla office4a">><</link>><<elseif $lesson3==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "lauren office4a">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniescared.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniewtf.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>You can't believe that she's the one who's scared of you in this situation. You were the victim of an assault! She tased you! You almost shit yourself! And it was an experience you're not too keen on repeating. <<you "NO! You stay away from me!">> you yell. She's still panicking, but she looks a little confused as well now. <<annie "Don't... don't come any closer!">> she says. You take a few steps back, and she takes a step forward. It looks like maybe she's trying to get past you so she can exit the building. But you're not sure. Knowing her, she may just be trying to kick you in the balls or something. You hold up your hand. <<you "STOP! I SAID STAY AWAY FROM ME!">> you yell. Now she looks really confused. She just went from being the victim to being the agressor... and it looks like she's not sure exactly how that happened. She doesn't really know what to say next. She stops and puts her hands up like she's surrendering, then actually takes a step back. <<annie "Alright!">> she says. You look her in the eyes; she seems genuine. <<you "OK!">> you say. Now the two of you are in a little standoff at the end of this hallway. It's very strange. You're not sure what to do next, and neither is she. <<annie "OK! Fine!">> she says. She looks at you again. You're clearly on edge, and it probably shows in your expression. You figure this is the time to get out of there with your nuts and bowels intact. <<you "I'm going to leave. DO NOT FOLLOW ME!">> you say. She's even more confused now. She doesn't know how she became the baddie in this situation. <<annie "Fine.">> she says. You keep your eyes on her as you back up slowly. You occasionally look over your shoulder to make sure you're not going to bump into anything. When you look back at her, you see that she's taken a few steps forward. <<you "I said stay back!">> you yell. Now she looks more frustrated than confused. <<annie "Why are you acting like I'm the bad guy here?">> she asks. You stop backing up. Now you're more frustrated than scared. <<you "Are you fucking kidding me?">> you ask. She's really not getting it. <<you "You assaulted me!">> you say. Now she looks offended. <<annie "No I didn't! You were trying to assault ME!">> she yells. Now it's your turn to be offended. <<you "I was just trying to introduce myself!">> you say. It's partially true. You were planning on introducing yourself... after you scared the shit out of her, that is. <<you "You fucking tased me for no reason!">> you say. <<annie "No reason?! You're joking, right? You were sneaking into my classroom! I thought you were trying to rape me!">> she says. <<you "Well I wasn't.">> you say, a little more calmly now. <<you "I wasn't.">> <<annie "Well... ">> She's trying to think about how to respond. <<annie "Well, OK. Maybe you weren't. But I really THOUGHT you were!">> she says. You think about it from her point of view. <<you "OK. Well, maybe I shouldn't have approached you the way I did.">> you say. She takes a deep breath. You can see some of her adrenaline response start to relax. <<annie "Fine. Maybe I overreacted a little. But you shouldn't sneak up on women like that!">> she says. <<you "Alright. But you shouldn't just tase people before you know what's going on!">> you say. She nods. <<annie "You're right.">> she says. <<you "Yeah. And you're right too.">> you reply. You both stand there in silence for a few moments. <<annie "What's your name?">> she asks. <<you "$you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> you say. <<annie "Annie McGrath.">> she says. You both warily step forward and shake hands. There's another silent few moments. <<you "So are we cool?">> you ask. <<annie "Yeah. We're cool.">> she says. <<you "Good.">> you say. She looks at you for a few moments. <<annie "Should we leave then?">> she asks. <<you "Sure.">> you say. The two of you walk through the halls and out of the building together. When you get outside, she stops and looks at you. <<annie "I'll see you.">> she says. <<you "See you, Annie.">> you say back. With that, she walks away. <<nobr>><<link "''//What a strange way to make a new friend//''">><<set $annie.note9=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>, you think. Just then, the shuttle bus appears. You've spent so much time poking around inside Bellend Tower, the bus made a full circuit and returned. You hop on it, happy to be headed home.<<set $annie.second=5>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniescared.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/onfloor.jpg" alt="you lying on the floor" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>You put your hands up and try to look as non-threatening as you can. The last time this girl felt threatened, you ended up in a heap on the floor. Better try to calm her down. <<you "I'm not going to hurt you.">> you say. <<annie "STOP! STOP!">> she screams. She's panicking super hard. She's really not able to think straight right now. You think maybe you can talk her down. <<you "I said I'm not going to hurt you.">> you tell her. She's clearly not listening to what you're saying. Maybe if she could hear you better and see the look on your face. You take a step forward with your hands still up. <<annie "STAY BACK!">> she screams. You stop in your tracks. You really need her to calm down. <<you "I'm not going to hurt you.">> you repeat, this time with a little frustration in your tone. How is she not getting the message? Then you see something change in her expression. Her fear gives way to determination. Suddenly she lets out a scream and charges at you. You're so shocked you don't even react. She runs up and kicks you straight in the dick. You crumple to the floor. You hear her screaming bloody murder as she runs out of the building. That's twice now, you think.<<set $annie.second=6>> After a long while, you manage to get to your feet and limp out of the building. Just as you exit, you see the shuttle bus pull up. You limp over to it and climb aboard. You're happy to finally be heading home.<<set $annie.second=6>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookaway.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensurprised.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/mcsister.jpg" alt="mc sister" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "So what did you want to talk about, Lauren?">> you ask. The big, genuine smile leaves her face and is replaced by a nervous little half-smile. Still, she manages to get her thoughts together and speak. <<lauren "I don't really know if you can help me with this, but I don't think there's anyone else I can talk to about it.">> she says. You nod, but keep silent and wait for her to continue. <<lauren "When we were talking in class today... about porn and sex, and how people can be addicted to it... is that really a real thing?">> she asks, hesitantly. <<you "Yes. It is. But just like anything having to do with the human mind... it's not very well understood. Addiction in general is still not well understood. So even though we can pretty clearly say that porn and sex can be addictive, we're not sure exactly how those addictions form, and what other factors may be contributing to it.">> you say. <<lauren "Oh, OK.">> she says. She doesn't seem satisfied with your answer, but she's a nice, polite girl and she's not going to call you out on it. <<you "I know that probably wasn't the cut and dry answer you were looking for.">> <<lauren "No Professor, it was fine.">> she says. She smiles politely at you. You smile back. <<you "But it didn't really answer your REAL question.">> you say. She blushes. She's embarrased to ask her REAL question. <<lauren "No.">> she says. You feel kinda bad for her. Whatever it is, it must be a sensitive subject, and Lauren already has some pretty obvious social anxiety issues. It must be really hard for her to talk about this with someone she just met a few days ago. Still, like she said, there's really not a lot of other people she can talk about this with. It's gonna have to be you. <<you "Lauren, look at me">> you say. She looks up at you. There's a hint of desperation in her expression. You can see she's struggling with this. <<you "I know we don't know each other that well. And I know that it's hard for you to open up to people you don't know. You don't know if you can trust me or not, so your instinct is to just keep quiet and hope you can get by unnoticed.">> you say. She looks surprised that you seem to be reading her mind. <<lauren "Yeah. How did you know that?">> she asks. You smile at her. <<you "It's my job to know these things.">> you say. She still looks reticent to open up. <<you "I know I can't just MAKE you trust me. That takes time, obviously.">> you say. She smiles a little. <<lauren "I'm not trying to be rude. It's just... like you said... we don't really know each other well.">> she says. You need to tell her something personal about yourself if you want her to open up. If you show you can trust her, then she'll trust you. <<you "Can I tell you something, Lauren?">> you ask. She nods. <<lauren "OK.">> she says. <<you "When I was a little older than you are now, my sister died. She committed suicide.">> you say. She looks shocked. The statement hangs in the air. You let it hang there for a moment. <<lauren "I... I'm sorry, Professor.">> she says. You nod and continue. <<you "I wasn't around much when she was growing up. I never really wanted to be at home. My home was not a happy one.">> you say. You can feel your emotions welling up inside you as you tell her the story. Not many people know this about you, and usually you're keen to keep it that way. But you think you can trust Lauren. She's genuinely a caring person. <<you "But because I was always running away... it left Lisa on her own.">> you say. <<lauren "Her name was Lisa?">> she asks. <<you "Yes. Her name was Lisa.">> you say. Now it's you who looks away. <<lauren "I'm really sorry, Professor.">> she says. You look back up at her and smile. There's a lull in the conversation. Neither of you speak for a few moments. Then Lauren breaks the silence. <<lauren "Why did you tell me that?">> she asks. It's a good question. Your entire existence here is a big fat lie. But you just told a nearly total stranger a very personal detail about your life. <<you "I honestly don't know. I wanted to tell you something a little personal about me, so that maybe you'd feel a little more comforatable opening up to me. And that's just what came out.">> you say. She smiles warmly. She seems honored that you would trust her with something so personal and private. <<lauren "I won't tell anyone, Professor. I promise.">> she says. You believe her. <<you "Thank you, Lauren.">> you say. <<you "And I promise I won't tell anyone about anything you tell me either.">> <<lauren "OK. Thank you, Professor.">> she says. She smiles at you and you smile back. She's working up the courage to say something. <<lauren "I think I'm a sex addict.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "lauren office4c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenbate.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenhorny.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>Lauren looks at you, desperate for you to "fix" her. You don't really think you can. But you're also questioning whether there's really anything you need to fix. <<you "So we've established that you enjoy orgasms.">> you say. <<lauren "Yeah, of course!">> she says. <<you "I mean... who doesn't, right?">> you say. She giggles at your joke. Nice to see she's not so nervous anymore. <<you "But what makes you think you're actually addicted?">> you ask. She blushes and looks away. <<you "Lauren, you can tell me. I'm not going to jugde.">> you say. She takes a moment before she responds. <<lauren "Because... I do it... a lot.">> she says. <<you "How much is a lot?">> you ask. She hesitates, but answers. <<lauren "Like five or six times a day.">> she says. Damn, you think... that is a lot. You can't help but imagine it. <<you "How do you find the time?">> you ask. She starts to answer seriously, but then realizes it was a joke. She smiles at you. <<you "All joking aside, that is an above average number, I think.">> you say. <<lauren "Is there something wrong with me?">> she asks. <<you "I don't think so. I mean, like I said, you're masturbating... more often than most people, I think. But I don't think that means there's anything wrong with you.">> you say. <<lauren "Can I ask you something else?">> she asks. <<you "Sure. This is your conversation, Lauren. You can ask whatever you want.">> <<lauren "Sometimes... I... I do it when other people are... watching.">> she says. <<if $lesson2==1>> You remember her talking about her exhibitionism in yesterday's class. <<you "I remember you talking about that. Is that something that turns you on?">> you ask.<<elseif $lesson2==2>> So she's an exhibitionist too?! I don't think my boner can take any more of this! <<you "Is that something that arouses you? Exhibitionism?">> you ask.<<else>><</if>> <<lauren "Yes! It makes me so horny! I just think about someone's eyes on me, and they're watching me get off. And that's getting them off! Oh god it just makes me so hot!">> she says. She pushes her legs together and bites her lip. Just talking about it is making her all hot and bothered. <<lauren "Am I a freak, Professor?">> she asks. Yes. <<you "No, Lauren. You're not a freak.">> you say. You're trying to make her feel better about herself. But you may have misread the situation. She starts rubbing her hands on her body, sensually. She looks at you with a flirtatious smile. Her breathing is heavy. You notice her body language, and before you know what's going on... <<lauren "Do you want me to be a freak, Professor?">> she asks. She looks you right in the eyes when she asks it. Oh, you think to yourself... this is no longer a counseling session. It seems as though all your talk about orgasms and exhibitionism and uncontrollable horniness has flipped a switch somewhere inside Lauren. She's not in cute mode any more; now she's in slut mode. <<you "Uh... Lauren, what are you doing?">> you ask. <<link "CONTINUE" "lauren office4e">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookdown.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookaway.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>Lauren? A sex addict? Hasn't she only had sex one time? And if I remember correctly, she didn't even cum. <<you "Lauren, didn't you tell me and the class that you've only had sex once?">> you ask. She looks ashamed but nods. <<you "You told us that you've never even had an orgasm. Is that true?">> you ask. She looks even more ashamed and shakes her head "no." You give her a disappointed look. <<lauren "I'm sorry, Professor. I was too embarrassed to talk about it in class. So when they all assumed I've never had an orgasm before... I just went along with it.">> she says. You feel for her, but she needs to be honest if you're going to help her. <<you "Lauren. It's time to tell the truth.">> you say. You can see by the look on her face that she know's you're right. <<lauren "Well, ever since I started... you know...">> Her voice trails off. <<you "No, I don't know.">> you say, trying to encourage her to open up. <<lauren "...masturbating. Ever since I started masturbating, and having thoughts about guys... I just do it SO MUCH. I think I have a real problem, Professor.">> she says. She looks really uncomfortable now, not just because of the sensitive nature of the conversation, but also because she probably thinks there's something wrong with her. <<you "So you think that means you are addicted to it? Masturbating?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "And do you have the same kind of desire when it comes to actual sex?">> you ask. <<lauren "I mean... I don't know. I've only had sex once, honestly. But I masturbate all the time!">> she says. <<you "Why do you think that is?">> you ask. She thinks about it. <<lauren "Because having sex means I have to, like, get out there, and meet someone, and then we have to like each other, and then we have to... Ugh! It's all too much. It's too hard for me.">> she says. You get what she means. She's got social anxiety disorder, probably. So the prospect of "dating" in the traditional sense really frightens her. <<you "But you did have sex once. It was someone you met at a party, right? That's a social situation. I seem to remember that you said you didn't really know anyone at the party either. You managed to make it through that OK, right?">> you say. <<lauren "Yeah... but I was real drunk.">> she says. You laugh. She looks a little confused. She wasn't trying to make a joke. She realizes the humor in what she said, then smiles. <<lauren "I guess it is pretty funny.">> she says. <<you "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. But I understand what you're saying. Let's just say, from now on, that you think you may be addicted to orgasms. How does that sound?">> you ask. <<lauren "Yes! I'm addicted to orgasms.">> she says. Well, you think, there it is. A pretty, $lauren.age-year-old girl is sitting in your office, and she's addicted to orgasms. This island just keeps coming up with new and interesting ways to make your dick hard... which it is right now. <<link "CONTINUE" "lauren office4d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenstrip.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenass.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenbate1.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/cum.gif" alt="cumshot" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenfull.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>She doesn't respond. Instead she stands up and starts lifting up her dress. <<you "LAUREN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!">> you ask, wide-eyed. <<lauren "Just let it happen, Professor!">> she says. You're shocked by her sudden brazen sexual confidence. Has this wild girl been hiding inside little Lauren the whole time? <<you "Lauren, you shouldn't be doing this! It's wrong!">> you exclaim. <<lauren "I know. It's SOOO WRONG! It makes me SOOO HORNY!">> she says. Well... at least the two of you have something in common... cause this is making you really horny too. <<you "Fuck, Lauren! You can't keep doing this to me!">> you say. <<lauren "Are you telling me to stop?">> she asks. You look at her body, half-stripped naked, and you can't bring yourself to stop her from stripping down completely. <<you "I... I... don't...">> you stammer. <<lauren "That's what I thought!">> she says with a huge smile. She takes her dress off completely. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, apparently. She also wasn't wearing panties. She's standing in front of you in just a pair of sheer pantyhose, nothing else. <<you "Oh fuck!">> you exclaim, taking in the sight of her beautiful, young body. She giggles and turns to show you her little ass. She hops up onto the couch on all fours and sticks it out at you. Then she slowly pulls down her pantyhose revealing her pink pussy and her tight little asshole. Your cock is like a steel rod. <<lauren "Tell me I'm making you horny, Professor!">> she says. <<you "You are making me so horny, Lauren... you have no idea!">> you say. You can't stand it anymore. You get your dick out and start stroking it under your desk. You're getting the feeling that you might be jerking off in your office quite often the way things have been going so far. <<lauren "Tell me you want to see me cum!">> she yells. Fuck me. This new side of Lauren is fucking amazing! <<you "Do it, Lauren! Cum for me! I want to see you cum!">> you say. She finishes stripping off her pantyhose and lies down on her back. She spreads wide her little legs and starts vigorously masturbating. She's really working her little clit hard, and you can tell from the noises she's making that it won't be long before she's cumming right in front of you. <<lauren "Oh god! Oh fuck!">> she screams. <<you "Do it Lauren! Make yourself cum!">> She keeps rubbing her clit as you keep stroking your cock under your desk. She writhes and moans as she approaches her climax. Then, she reaches the mountaintop. She cries out and convulses from the uncontrollable sexual pleasure. It's enough to send you over the edge too. You bust your nut under your desk. She collapses in exhaustion. You do too. The two of you sit there in silence, but for the heavy breaths of your recovery. After a few minutes, you put your dick away and Lauren starts to get her clothes back on. She seems to have reverted back to her wallflower self. She looks pretty uncomfortable. <<you "Lauren... I'm sorry I let that happen.">> you say. You really feel bad. You're in a position of authority over this girl. You should have stopped her. <<lauren "I'm not.">> she says. She smiles at you. Even though the sex-crazed Lauren from a few minutes ago seems to have gone away, this Lauren still seems like she enjoyed it. <<you "But I'm your teacher and your counselor. I'm supposed to help you. Not...">> <<lauren "You did help me, Professor.">> she says. She's got her clothes on again and is preparing to leave your office. <<lauren "You really did.">> she says. You're still not OK with what happened. <<lauren "I wanted this. You wanted this.">> she says. It's true. <<you "So, I think it goes without saying that we should keep this between the two of us.">> you say. She giggles. <<lauren "Totally.">> she says. <<you "And you know you can come to me anytime you want to talk.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<laurentrustGain 1>> <<laurenlustGain 1>> <<lauren "I know. Thanks again, Professor.">> she says. <<lauren "I'll see you in class.">> With that, she heads out into the hall and closes the door behind her. You're alone in your office. You look down at the cumstain on the carpet under your desk. Better clean that up. And I better <<nobr>><<if $lauren.mem2==1>><<link "update Lauren's file too.">><<set $lauren.mem2=2>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <<elseif $lauren.mem4==1>><<link "update Lauren's file too.">><<set $lauren.mem4=2>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>> I want to make sure her information is correct before I... <<link "CONTINUE" "office4end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylarough.jpg" alt="mikayla rough fuck" class="left"> <</nobr>>She sits there, letting her words linger. She's certainly piqued your interest. <<you "Mikayla?">> you say. She looks at you. <<mikayla "Yes?">> she asks.. <<you "We don't have unlimited time here, you know.">> you say. She smiles nervously. <<you "Let's get to it!">> you say. She nods. <<mikayla "I wanted to talk about what we were talking about at the beginning of class.">> she says. You think back on it. We started the class talking about everyone's sexual fears. You thought you could get some good personal info about the girls this way, but turns out they all had the same fear: getting raped. Is that what she wants to talk about? <<you "You want to talk about your sexual fear?">> you ask. She looks nervous again. <<you "You said you were afraid of being raped, just like the rest of the class. Is that what you want to discuss?">> you ask. She still looks nervous. <<mikayla "Yes...">> she says. <<mikayla "...and no.">> she says. This girl's talking in riddles and it's making you impatient. <<you "Look, Mikayla... you're the one who wanted to talk. I cleared my entire afternoon just for you.">> you lie. You didn't have anything going on this afternoon, but shit... this could be the way you get her to finally tell you what's up. <<you "You need to either get to the point, or get the fuck out, cause you're wasting my time and your own.">> you say. This seems to get to her. She's a rule-follower, after all. <<mikayla "I am afraid of being raped... but I also... I sometimes fantasize about it.">> she says. She looks so ashamed when she says it, as if she just disappointed her childhood hero or something. So that's what's got her so shook... she has rape fantasies. She must think she's some kind of schizo or something. She probably doesn't realize that it's actually a pretty common fantasy. <<you "Go on.">> you say. She looks a little confused. She was probably expecting you to say something to make her feel better. Nope. You want her to stew in her discomfort for a little while longer. <<mikayla "Well... I don't know what else to say, really. I don't know why I feel this way. I really am scared of being raped for real, but something about the fantasy really turns me on.">> she says. She looks at you, desperate for some sort of explanation. <<mikayla "What's wrong with me, Professor?">> she asks. <<you "It's hard to say, Mikayla. Not without a little more information. Tell me more about your fantasy. What do you imagine happening?">> you ask. This should really make her feel uncomfortable. You want to watch her squirm a little longer. <<mikayla "Well, it's not like one fantasy, you know? Like it's not the same every time. But sometimes... when I'm... you know...">> she says, blushing as her voice trails off. <<you "No, Mikayla. I don't know. You have to tell me.">> you say. <<mikayla "...Pleasuring myself.">> she says, blushing even harder. <<mikayla "When I'm doing it... sometimes I think about being held down, and... forced to have sex.">> she says. You nod but remain silent, hoping she'll continue with some more details. <<mikayla "And it's just some stranger, and I don't really see his face, and he grabs me and then...">> <<you "And then?">> <<mikayla "And then he just uses me. He does whatever he wants to my body. And all I can do is just lie there and take it.">> she says. Sounds pretty fucking hot to me, you think. <<mikayla "What does that mean, Professor?">> she asks. She's really desperate for an answer, and you probably can't keep putting it off any longer. Time to tell her what you think. <<link "CONTINUE" "mikayla office4c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaspread.jpg" alt="mikayla spread" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "So let me see if I understand this correctly. You have fantasies about being forced into sex by a strange man, but the thought of actually being raped scares you. You are both aroused and scared by the same thing, correct?">> you ask. She thinks for a few moments. <<mikayla "No... well, I mean, yes... I don't know. It's like when I read a story or hear about a girl having been raped, I think it's terrible. And I think about it happening to me, and I'm horrified. But when I'm ... you know...">> she says, her voice trailing off again. <<you "Masturbating. Just fucking say it, Mikayla. It's just a word. It won't bite.">> you say. You're getting a little sick of her innocent princess routine. She blushes, but smiles at you. <<mikayla "Masturbating. When I'm masturbating, sometimes I fantasize about it, and then it turns me on. I don't know why.">> she says. She looks desperate for an answer. You know exactly why, but you're having a bit of fun before you explain it to her. Squirm, little girl... SQUIRM! <<you "Tell me more about the fantasy. I want you to describe it in as much detail as you can. It will really help me to know exactly what you're dealing with.">> you say. <<mikayla "Well, like I said, it's just a stranger. But his body is... so strong and powerful! And I'm so tiny compared to him. There's nothing I can do, so I don't even fight. I just let him...">> <<you "Fuck you. You let him fuck you. Say it, Mikayla.">> you command. <<mikayla "I let him fuck me. And he does it hard. It kinda hurts, but I'm so hot and horny and he makes me cum over and over again. And just when I think it's over, he grabs me and puts me in a different position, and he starts all over again.">> she says. <<you "And how long does this go on for?">> you ask. <<mikayla "Until I cum, I guess. Then I don't need to fantasize anymore.">> she says. <<you "No, that's not what I meant. I mean, in your fantasy, when the strange man is raping you in all these different positions, and you keep cumming over and over... how long does it last? Or, how long would you like it to last?">> you ask. She looks at you with barely-contained lust in her eyes. <<mikayla "Forever. I just want him to keep fucking me deep and hard. I want him to force me to cum and to keep doing it forever!">> she says. She's thinking about it now and it's making her horny. She starts absentminndedly playing with her skirt. it lifts up and you can see her white, cotton panties beneath. <<you "OK, Mikayla. I think you've said enough. I know what's going on here.">> you say. She looks at you with pleading eyes, desperate for an answer. You prepare your thoughts. <<link "CONTINUE" "mikayla office4d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's finally time to give Mikayla some relief. You've had your fun tormenting her a bit here, and you got to hear her say she want's to be raped over and over, forever and ever. That was pretty cool, right? She's been a good girl. <<you "Mikayla, there's nothing wrong with you.">> you say. A look of relief washes over her. <<mikayla "So I'm not some sort of freak?">> she asks. <<you "Oh you're definitely a freak. But there's nothing wrong with that. Everyone has a little freak in them, you know?">> you say with a smile. She blushes and giggles. <<mikayla "But I mean... am I broken or something?">> she asks. <<you "No. I didn't mean it that way. You're not like a "freakshow" kinda freak... more like a... "pornstar" kinda freak.">> you say. She doesn't look too happy with that. <<mikayla "You think I'm like a pornstar?!">> she says, with brewing outrage. <<you "I mean, after what you just told me, can you blame me?">> you say. Now she looks really upset. <<mikayla "I came here cause I thought you were going to make me feel better! Not because I wanted to be degraded and insulted!">> she yells. <<you "Keep your voice down.">> you tell her. She backs down a little. <<you "I'm not insulting you.">> you say. <<mikayla "You called me a pornstar!">> she says. <<you "So? What's wrong with that? You should stop being so judgemental.">> you say. She seems to actually take this to heart. She's really thinking about it. <<you "You should realize that you're not in a position to judge anyone... not after what you just told me.">> you say. <<mikayla "Are you saying I'm some sort of deviant or something?!">> she asks <<you "I'm saying that you should realize that people have some seemingly strange kinks, and since you have them too, you shouldn't judge. Do you want people to judge you for your fantasies?">> you ask. She shakes her head no. <<you "See? So you shouldn't judge either. You should just accept the fact that you're a bit of a freak! Embrace it, Mikayla. Let your freak flag fly... as they say.">> This seems to calm her down, and even encourage her a little. She gives you a little smile. <<mikayla "OK, Professor. I get it.">> she says. <<mikayla "But why do you think I have these fantasies? I mean... there has to be an explanaiton, right?">> she asks. <<you "Good question, Mikayla. Here's what I think.">> you say. She eagerly awaits your explanation. <<link "CONTINUE" "mikayla office4e">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylabitelip.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylarub.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylastrip.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/mikayla/mikaylasquirt.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylacum.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "I think, Mikayla, that your life, your entire existence, is you trying to be perfect.">> you say. She looks a little upset, probably because what you're saying is true and it hits her hard. <<mikayla "I... well... maybe.">> she says. <<you "Come on, Mikayla. We both know what your parents are like. They demand that you're perfect. Not just the way you look, but the way you act and think too.">> you say. You look at her. <<you "Am I wrong?">> you ask. <<mikayla "No.">> she says. <<you "Good. I'm glad you recognize that.">> you say. <<you "So because you're expected to be perfect, you can't do anything that might be seen as offensive, or immoral. You have an image to maintain. After all, you're a Morrison.">> you say. She nods. <<mikayla "My whole life, I've had to be like that. I... I never ever did anything... bad.">> she says. You give her a sideways look. <<you "Are you forgetting something?">> you ask. <<mikayla "Well, I never did anything bad except... selling stolen pharmaceuticals... and ending up here.">> she says. You nod and continue. <<you "So because you always need to be the good girl... you couldn't ever want a guy to just fuck you hard and deep and make you cum over and over until you can't move or speak or even think.">> you say. As you say it, you can see her imagining it and getting all horny again. Now's your chance to take a little risk with Mikayla. It could blow up in your face, but what's life without a little risk, right? You get up from your desk. Mikayla's eyes are on you. You walk over to the door and lock it. She looks a little uncomfortable now. <<you "You could never admit that you're a horny, dirty little freak girl, who wants a deep, strong dicking.">> you say. Her breathing becomes faster and heavier. <<mikayla "What are you doing, Professor?">> she asks, timidly. <<you "I'm just trying to help you understand exactly what it is you want, and why you want it.">> you say. <<you "Because you DO want it, Mikayla. We both know it.">> you say. She looks even more horny, and that's making her even more ashamed. <<you "You probably can barely control yourself right now. Just thinking about getting held down and fucked over and over is making you really hot and wet, am I right?">> you ask. <<mikayla "Yes!">> she blurts out, reflexively. She looks like she surprised herself by saying it. <<you "So because you can't openly admit that this is what you want, you fantasize that someone does it to you against your will. You can't stop them (not that you want to) therefore no one will think you're a bad girl. You get to stay a good girl, but get fucked like a bad girl... the way you want it.">> you say. Mikayla is getting uncontrollably horny now. <<you "I bet you can't wait to get back to your dorm and rub one out.">> you say. <<mikayla "Oh god yes!">> she says. She's no longer trying to hide anything. She's rubbing her pussy through her now soaking wet panties. <<you "Well, the door is locked. It's just us here. Why wait?">> you ask. That's all she needed to hear. She pulls down her panties and tears off her sweater. She sits back down in the chair and looks up at you with lusty eyes. She spreads her legs, showing you her cute pink pussy. It's fucking perfect... just like everything else on her. She slides her fingers down her body until they reach her flower. She starts furiously rubbing her pussy. She's going at it like a girl posessed. She grinds her crotch up and down, squirming around in the chair and moaning with pleasure. You're not about to let her have all the fun, so you get your cock out and start jerking off. You're standing over this little, prim and proper princess; daughter of a Senator, heiress to a legacy, aristocratic, gorgeous, and fingering her wet twat right here in your office. She looks up at you and sees that you've joined in the pursuit with her. It only emboldens her. She smiles wide and starts manically fingerbanging herself like she's racing against you or something. Well, you think to yourself... she is the overachiever type, I guess. But you're not one to back down from a challenge either. You pick up the pace and focus on her. She looks so fucking hot, writhing around in the heat of intense pleasure; her fingers working their magic on her clit. You hear her start to utter deep, rhythmic moans that increase in volume and intensity. She's about to cum... and so are you. You stand over her and release your massive load across her perfect body. She convulses and cries out as she cums too, squirting all over your office rug. The two of you stagger across the finish line and you flop down onto the other chair beside her. You're both breathing heavily, recovering from your respective climaxes. After a minute or two, she looks at your cum on her body and her skirt. <<mikayla "You owe me a new skirt, Professor.">> she says. <<you "You owe me a new rug, Mikayla.">> you reply. <<mikaylalustGain 1>> <<mikaylatrustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "office4end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1211.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday126.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1211.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Whoa, easy there ma'am!">> you say. Calling her ma'am again makes her even angrier. <<gloria "Don't fucking call me ma'am!">> she yells. You chuckle. She doesn't like that either. <<you "Sorry! I was just trying to be polite. What should I call you instead?">> you ask with a smug smile. <<gloria "Nothing. You shouldn't call me anything. You should fuck off!">> she says. You chuckle some more. She really doesn't like you laughing. You can see the anger in her expression deepening. <<you "That's not very nice. Is this how you treat all the new teachers?">> you ask. You're being a little shit, and it's pissing her off. <<gloria "Only the ones with tiny penises.">> she says. Ooo! Spicy! She certainly has moxy. <<you "What about the ones with huge fucking horsecocks?">> you ask. Your sudden crass vulgarity seems to have disarmed her a little. She actually almost smiles. <<gloria "If I meet any, I'll let you know.">> she says. You laugh, and she seems to smile again. <<you "You know, you're a real pistol. Anyone ever tell you that?">> you ask. <<gloria "You're a real piece of shit. Anyone ever tell you that?">> she asks with a smile. Maybe she's coming around a bit. <<you "Fuck... ALL THE TIME!">> you say. She laughs at that. She really is coming around. <<you "Did she just laugh?!">> you ask. <<gloria "Maybe she did.">> she says. She smiles at you and you smile back. <<you "See? You're starting to come around on me. I'm fucking charming!">> you say. She snorts a little sarcastic laugh. <<gloria "Don't get ahead of yourself, pal.">> she says. <<you "Why not? I know we had a rough start... but I'm making you laugh now, right?">> you say. <<gloria "I guess. A little. Maybe.">> she says with a smile. <<you "And we're both single, good looking people, right?">> you say. She nods. <<gloria "I guess.">> she says. You're really doing a good job of changing her mind about you. <<you "And I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a menopausal woman.">> you say. Her smile drops immediately. She stares daggers at you. <<gloria "FUCK YOU!! PIECE OF SHIT!!">> she screams and storms out of the breakroom. You poke your head out into the hallway and call after her. <<you "Always a pleasure... MA'AM!">> That was fun.<<set $gloria.second=5>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1211.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/cheekpinch.jpg" alt="getting your cheeks pinched" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Why so angry?">> you ask her. She looks at you like you're a little turd she just stepped in. <<gloria "Fuck you. You know why.">> she says. It's true, you do. <<you "OK, maybe I deserve that.">> you say. <<gloria "Damn right you do!">> she says. <<gloria "You little cumstain.">> she adds. You can't help but laugh. <<you "OK, I deserve that too. Look, I'm sorry about how I acted before. I was just joking around a bit, but I realize I may have been kinda mean.">> you say. <<gloria "Well... I'm a big girl. I can take it. But you really pissed me off.">> she says. <<you "I can see that. Well, I'll certainly try to stay on your good side from now on, OK?">> <<gloria "OK.">> she says. <<you "My name's $you.fakefirstName, by the way.">> you say. <<gloria "Gloria.">> she replies. She smiles at you. <<nobr>><<link "''//Looks like you've made a tentative peace with her.//''">><<set $gloria.note10=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<gloria "So what do you teach?">> she asks. <<you "Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> you reply. A big smile appears on her face. <<gloria "So you're the new sex teacher I've been hearing so much about!">> she says. <<you "At your service.">> you say. She laughs again. <<gloria "Well... don't be thinking you're gonna get to service me anytime soon you little shit streak!">> she says, still smiling. <<you "How many different insulting names do you have for me?">> you ask. She laughs. <<gloria "You'll just have to keep talking to me if you want to find out, I guess.">> she says. She fills a travel mug with coffee, puts it in her purse, then gets ready to head out of the breakroom. She pinches your cheeks before she leaves. <<gloria "See you around, pin prick!">> she says, and with that, she's gone. You stand alone in the breakroom trying to decide which of the insulting names you like the best. You settle on cumstain.<<set $gloria.second=6>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriabikini.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's talking about something, but you haven't been paying attention. You're just looking at her and trying to imagine what she'd look like in a bikini. You've only seen her in professional clothes, and while you can tell she's very beautiful, her body still remains a bit of a mystery to you. She seems to notice that you're not paying attention to her, and just oogling her body. <<gloria "Hey! Horndog! Are you paying attention?!">> she asks. You keep staring at her body. <<you "Oh I'm paying attention, alright.">> you say. She lets out a sarcastic laugh. <<gloria "Jesus, you're such an ass.">> she says with a laugh. <<you "I like yours too.">> you say. <<gloria "That's not what I meant, you know that. But thanks!">> she says. <<gloria "But if you think that leering at me and complimenting my ass is gonna somehow lead to your dick inside me... you've really misjudged the situation, pal.">> she says. That's not really what you wanted to hear. But she may just be playing hard to get. <<you "We'll see, I guess.">> you say. She looks closely at you, trying to figure you out, then she just laughs. <<gloria "Yeah, I guess we will.">> she says. The two of you continue talking for a while. She's doing most of the talking. You're just thinking about what she'd look like with your cum on her face. After you finish your "coffee," you both head out and part ways. She didn't seem too offended that you were obviously undressing her in your imagination, but it didn't seem to turn her on either. <<nobr>><<link "''//Maybe you should have let her take the lead.//''">><<set $gloria.note11=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> That said, it's a small island, and you're sure you'll see plenty more of Gloria.<<set $gloria.second=7>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriatits.jpg" alt="gloria tits" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday126.jpg" alt="gloria tits" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriatits.jpg" alt="gloria tits" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria tits" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's talking about something, and you're trying hard to pay attention, but she's really damn beautiful and it's got you really distracted. A couple times, she seems to notice that you're not completely focused on the conversation, but she doesn't say anything. However, if you keep just staring at her tits... she probably will say something... and it won't be something you want to hear. You will your own horniness into the background of your mind and bring the conversation to the forefront. <<gloria "I mean... how the fuck am I supposed to work like that?! I bet those little tarts over in the Arts department never had to deal with shit like this!">> she says. You smile and nod. She gives you a suspicious look. <<gloria "Were you even listening to that, or were you just staring at my tits.">> she asks. Caught. <<you "Honestly... I was really trying to listen, and not stare at your tits. But...">> you say, your voice trailing off. She smiles. <<gloria "Well, I appreciate your honesty, and I'm glad you like my tits. With what I payed for them, you better like em!">> she says. Wow, OK. <<you "Shit, well now I'm even more curious.">> you say. She laughs. <<gloria "Is this how you usually do this with women?">> she asks, smiling. <<you "I really was trying to pay attention, but you keep distracting me.">> you say. You're not wrong, and she seems to realize it. <<gloria "OK, that's fair. Look... I'm not mad you were looking at my tits. But if you ever want to actually see them... ">> Her voice trails off and she points to her face. You get what she's saying. <<you "Got it.">> you say, blushing a little. She smiles at you. The two of you continue your conversation for a while. When you've both finished your "coffee," you get up to leave. You're putting your washed mug on the drying rack by the sink when <<nobr>><<link "''//she grabs a big handful of your ass.//''">><<set $gloria.note12=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You jump from the surprise and she giggles. <<gloria "See ya around, $you.fakefirstName!">> she says, and heads out into the hallway. You stand alone in the breakroom. Is this what it feels like to be harassed?<<set $gloria.second=8>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<glorialoveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>><<if $katie.intro==4>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/ahmed1.jpg" alt="ahmed" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/handshake.jpg" alt="handshake" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/ok.jpg" alt="ok sign" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/chairs.jpg" alt="tables and chairs" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/coffeetogo.jpg" alt="2 coffees to go" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/thumbsup.webp" alt="thumbs up" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/treesfence.jpg" alt="trees and a fence" class="left"> <<else>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/ahmed1.jpg" alt="ahmed" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/handshake.jpg" alt="handshake" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/chairs.jpg" alt="tables and chairs" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/coffeetogo.jpg" alt="2 coffees to go" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/thumbsup.webp" alt="thumbs up" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/treesfence.jpg" alt="trees and a fence" class="left"> <</if>> <</nobr>><<you "Well if you knew where we could get some better coffee, it would be my treat.">> you say. She smiles <<gloria "I know just the place!">> she says. She literally drops her coffee cup into the sink with a crash, and before you know it, you're following her out of the building and towards the edge of campus. <<if $katie.intro==4>>After a few minutes walk, you realize that she's taking you to Ahmed, the nice Egyptian man with the food truck where Katie took you for lunch the other day. When you arrive, she sees him and smiles. <<gloria "Hello, Ahmed!">> she says, warmly. Guess everyone likes this guy! <<ahmed "Gloria! Beautiful Gloria! So nice to see you again!">> he says. They kiss each other on both cheeks, then Gloria introduces you. <<gloria "Ahmed, this is my new friend, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. You're about to tell her that you've already met him, when he interrupts you. <<ahmed "So nice to meet you! If you are friend to Gloria, you are friend to Ahmed!">> he says with a hearty chuckle, firmly shaking your hand. Gloria is looking through her purse for something giving you a chance to interact with Ahmed without her seeing. You give him a look like, "Why are you pretending you don't know me?" He looks back and just winks and gives you the "OK" hand sign. You get it. He's being a bro. He's not gonna let Gloria know that you came here with Katie a couple days ago. What a fucking legend!<<else>>After a few minutes walk, you arrive at a little blue food truck at the edge of campus. An older man in a Hawaiian shirt and a dirty apron is cleaning up around the truck. He sees Gloria, and starts to laugh, heartily and warmly. She smiles at him. <<gloria "Hi Ahmed!">> she says. <<ahmed "Gloria! Lovely Gloria! I am so happy to see you!">> he says. Gloria and the man kiss each other on both cheeks. Gloria gestures to you. <<gloria "Ahmed, this is my friend $you.fakefirstName. $you.fakefirstName, this is Ahmed. He makes the best coffee on the island.">> she says. <<ahmed "Gloria you are very kind to me! Hello, $you.fakefirstName! Very nice meet you!">> he says, shaking your hand.<</if>> <<ahmed "You both want coffee now?">> he asks. <<gloria "Yes, please!">> Gloria says with a smile. <<you "Thank you, Ahmed.">> you say. He lets out a deep belly laugh and pats you on the back. <<ahmed "Of course! You are friend of Gloria, so you are friend of Ahmed!">> he says. <<ahmed "And for friends, I always make the best!">> <<you "Sounds good, Ahmed.">> you say. You and Gloria sit down at a nearby table and wait for your coffee. After a minute or two, Ahmed walks over to your table and drops two cups of coffee. <<gloria "Thank you so much, Ahmed!">> Gloria says. He laughs the same deep belly laugh as before. <<ahmed "No Gloria. Thank you! I am always happy when you come see me!">> he says. He turns to you. <<ahmed "You are very lucky guy, huh?">> he says, gesturing to Gloria when he does so. She rolls her eyes. <<gloria "I'm flattered, Ahmed. But this little shit isn't getting lucky just yet!">> she says. Ahmed laughs even harder than before. <<ahmed "Keep trying then, man!">> he says to you as he slaps you on the back. You smile at him. <<you "Thanks, Ahmed.">> you say. You and Gloria say goodbye to Ahmed. He catches your eye as you're leaving and gives you a smile and a big thumbs up. You smile back. Ahmed is a real one, you think to yourself. You and Gloria slowly make your way back towards the middle of campus. You take your time, sipping your coffees and chatting. When you're about halfway back to Bellend Tower, Gloria veers of course. <<gloria "Hey follow me.">> she says. You follow Gloria around behind the back of a building. There you find a little grove of overgrown trees surrounded by a chain link fence. Gloria walks around to the back side of the grove and you see that there is a gap in the fence here. She slips through the gap and you follow. You're keen to see where it is that she's leading you. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1d1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/grossedout.jpg" alt="grossed out" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriatits1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriacrotch.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriaannoyed.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You'd certainly rather have good coffee instead of whatever they have here in the breakroom, but that might end up being a big hassle. Besides, you're here, alone, with Gloria. She looks super hot and you'd like to try your chances with her if you can. <<you "Pour me a cup.">> you say. <<you "How bad can it be?">> <<gloria "You might regret those words.">> she says. She pours you a cup and the two of you sit down at a table together. You take a sip of coffee and almost spit it in her face. It may be the worst coffee you've ever had. It's hard to even think of it as coffee. She sees the surprised and disgusted look on your face. <<gloria "Pretty bad, huh?">> she asks. You wretch once, then reply. <<you "What are you talking about?">> you say facetiously. She gives you a smile and takes a sip of her coffee... without wretching or gagging. She must be used to it by now. You take another sip and force yourself to swallow. She laughs a little. <<you "So what was the deal with that Maintainence Department? Why did it take them so long to fix your thermostat?">> you ask. <<gloria "Because everyone who works at this shitty school is an incompotent shit-eating moron.">> she says. She smiles at you. <<gloria "Present company excepted... I hope.">> she says. You nod and she continues. <<gloria "I've been working here for five years now and it's been getting worse every fucking year!">> She continues talking about how terrible the school is becoming. You're trying to pay attention to her, but you can't help but be distracted by her amazing body. Seriously, it's smoking hot. She may be a bit older than you... well, maybe even more than a bit... but she's managed to keep herself in amazing shape. You noticed it right away when you met her in her classroom the other day. Her firm, plump tits and her gorgeous ass; her skinny waist and her sexy, toned legs... she's fucking hot, no doubt about it. You're absentmindedly staring at her legs. She's sitting with them crossed, but because of the short skirt she's wearing, you can almost see between her legs. Your imagination is running away as you think about what's there. Suddenly you hear her say, <<gloria "Hey! Are you even listening to me?!">> SHIT. You look up and see she's looking right at you. She looks annoyed. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1c1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriapoolfull.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriapoolside.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/lightingcig.jpg" alt="lighting a cigarette" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/smoking1.jpg" alt="lighting a cigarette" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/smoking.jpg" alt="lighting a cigarette" class="left"> <</nobr>>You both emerge on the other side of the fence. You're standing in front of what appears to be an abandoned swimming pool. It's a strange thing to find here in the middle of campus. You wonder why it's here, and why it's seemingly off limits. Gloria seems to notice your confusion. <<gloria "They closed it off last year. It used to be for the faculty. In fact, that little building out there used to be our faculty lounge building.">> she says. <<you "You mean the teachers used to have an entire building for a lounge?">> you ask. <<gloria "Yes they did.">> she replies. <<you "And we had a pool?">> you ask. She just nods. You can tell from the expression on her face that she's not happy about any of this. <<you "And now all we get is that shitty little room in Bellend Tower?">> you ask. She snorts out a laugh at "Bellend Tower," nearly squirting coffee out of her nose. <<gloria "What did you call it?!">> she asks, incredulously. <<you "What? You don't think it looks like a dick?">> you ask. She thinks about it for a moment. <<gloria "Well now I'll never be able to unsee that.">> she says. <<you "Join the club.">> you reply. She laughs a little. <<gloria "To answer your question though, yes. This used to be our own little oasis on campus.">> she says. <<you "What happened?">> you ask. She sighs. <<gloria "Well, the girls used to sneak back here at night and go skinny dipping... ">> she says. <<you "That doesn't seem like reason enough to close it.">> you say. <<gloria "Well, one drowned.">> she says. <<you "Oh.">> you reply. <<you "I see.">> <<gloria "So it became a big liability and they just closed it down. Then the teachers basically threatened mutiny, so they compromised and gave us the breakroom in the... dick building.">> she says with a little laugh. <<you "So what are we doing here?">> you ask as you see her light up a cigarette. <<you "Oh. I see.">> you say. <<gloria "Don't judge me. It's the only fucking place I can sneak one of these on a smoke-free campus.">> she says. <<you "No judgement at all.">> you say. <<gloria "You want one?">> she asks. <<you "I don't smoke.">> you say. She looks at you. <<gloria "You're not gonna lecture me, are you?">> she asks. <<you "Oh no. I used to smoke, but I quit a few years back. I still have one every now and again.">> you say. She holds out the pack to you with questioning eyes. You think for a moment. <<you "Oh, what the hell.">> you say, and take her up on her offer. The two of you smoke your cigarettes. You feel like you're back in high school sneaking one in the bathroom and hoping no teacher happens to walk in. You both finish, but it seems like neither of you want to leave your little oasis just yet. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1d2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/wednesday4/spitcoffee.jpg" alt="coffee spit" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriapoolflash.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriapoolflash1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Gloria looks at you like she wants to say something. You look back at her, waiting to hear it. <<gloria "So... I saw you staring at my tits the other day.">> she says, just as you take a sip of your coffee. You choke on it from the shock of her statement. You spend the next minute or so coughing loudly, trying to clear that little bit of coffee that went down the wrong tube. Gloria laughs at you. Once you're back to normal, she speaks again. <<gloria "It's OK. I didn't mind.">> she says. <<you "Oh, well that's good then. In my defense, you did take your blouse off.">> you say. She laughs again. <<gloria "I did. You're right.">> she says. <<you "So I can't really be blamed for looking.">> you say. She smiles. <<gloria "I didn't mind, really. In fact...">> She stops what she's saying and pulls down the top of her dress revealing her gorgeous breasts. You can tell they're fake, but they must be the most perfect set of fake boobs you've ever seen. You stare at them and can't help but blurt out, <<you "Fuck me! How much did those cost?!">> <<gloria "You wouldn't believe me if I told you.">> she says with a laugh. <<gloria "They're pretty nice, right?">> she says. <<you "Gloria, those are the most perfect pair I've ever seen.">> you say. She smiles proudly and gives them a little squeeze. <<gloria "You wanna feel 'em?">> she asks. FUCK YES! <<you "FUCK YES!">> you say and you give them a little squeeze too. She coos with pleasure as you put your hands on her body. Before you know it, one of her hands is down your pants, grabbing and rubbing your hard cock. <<gloria "Oh fuck, you're bigger than I thought you'd be!">> she says. <<you "Thanks.">> you say. It's all you can muster at this point. As quickly as she started this, she ends it. She removes her hand from your pants and covers up her breasts. You look a little disappointed and she seems to sense it. <<gloria "Don't worry babe. We'll get back to this real soon. But for now, I'm running late.">> she says. She leans in and kisses you on the lips, then heads back through the gap in the fence, leaving you alone by the pool. You take a few minutes to let your boner settle down, and you leave as well. By the time you emerge on the other side of the fence, Gloria is nowhere to be found. <<nobr>><<link "''//She blueballed you for sure.//''">><<set $gloria.note9=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> But it just makes you want her more. Maybe that's what she was trying to do all along.<<set $gloria.second=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<glorialoveGain 1>> <<glorialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>Well, life on this little island continues to amaze. You've been teaching at this school for, what... three days now? And your students are stripping naked and masturbating in your office. Guess the horny bug got to these girls too. You really didn't think that this was what you were getting into when you decided on Harrington as your new home. Honestly, you just wanted a quiet, secluded place where you might get to look at some pretty women. You got that and then some. Well... you can't spend any more time thinking about it, because it's <<link "time to go home." "wednesday 4-annie1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/glorialead.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriagrope1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriatip.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Gloria gets up and takes you by the hand. You stand up too, wondering where exactly she's going with this. She's smiling at you with a look in her eye like she's got something planned. Whatever it is... you're totally ready for it. Unless... she doesn't want to stomp on my balls or something... does she? Nah! She leads you around the corner to a back area of the breakroom that's out of view of the door. Clever girl. Whatever you two are about to get into, it's probably best that anyone who happens to walk in can't see it. The thought makes you horny... though you were already pretty horny to begin with. There are some tables and chairs here and Gloria sits down and motions for you to do the same. You sit across from her. She smiles at you again then slowly lifts up her blouse revealing her full breasts contained in a sexy, blue bra. She traces a finger across her tits. You stare right at them, mesmerized. She pulls her bra down and for the first time, you glimpse those beautiful breasts of hers. They are fucking perfect. They're fake, but they're masterpieces. The surgeon should be in the boob job hall of fame... if there is such a thing; and if there isn't, there should be. You can't control yourself. You reach out and fondle one of them. It's spectacular. Gloria coos with pleasure and squeezes them together as you grope her. She lets one of her hands get under her skirt and starts rubbing her pussy through her lacy panties. <<you "How wet is this making you?">> you ask. She giggles and grabs your hand, pulling it under her skirt so you can feel for yourself. She's pretty damn wet, in fact. You really can't take much more of this. You need to fuck this woman... NOW! You grab her roughly, pick her up and plop her down onto the table. She giggles with delight. <<gloria "Oh now that's more like it!">> she says with a huge smile. You drop your pants, revealing your hard cock. She pulls up her skirt and hastily pulls her panties to the side. Her wet, dripping snatch is exposed and waiting for your first, hard thrust. You line up the tip with her lips. You look in her eyes and can see the intensity and anticipation. You carefully squeeze the tip of your cock past her soft pussy lips. She squeauls in pleasure just from the tease of the pounding she's about to receive. You prepare yourself. <<you "Ready?">> you ask. She looks you right in the eyes. <<gloria "Just fuck me already!">> she desperately wails. You're just about to pound her pussy into the next dimension when you both hear the door open and several voices talking and laughing just around the corner. FUCK!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCKITTY FUCK FUCK!!!! There are no words to describe your disappointment. You quietly remove yourself from Gloria's wet pussy and pull your pants back on. She stands up and straightens out her clothes as well. The two of you look at each other, desperate for some sort of sexual realease. You both shrug and smile when you fully accept that you're not going to get it. Gloria leans in and whispers in your ear. <<gloria "Maybe next time.">> she says. <<gloria "Wait a few minutes before you leave.">> <<you "Got it.">> you say. Before you let her go, you reach your hand under her skirt and rub her pussy one more time, for luck. She shivers and smiles at you. She gives you a little kiss then leaves the breakroom, stopping briefly to greet the women by the door. You wait a few minutes like she said and do the same. When you get out into the hall, you see Gloria leaning against the wall. She smiles at you and you smile back. Then you both go your seperate ways, hopeful that you will be able to continue your little romp sometime real soon.<<set $gloria.second=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<gloriacorruptionGain 1>> <<glorialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriaeyes.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>CAUGHT. She looks annoyed and displeased. <<gloria "My face is up here, you know. That's the part that was talking to you, not my crotch.">> she says. You blush and shoot her an embarrassed smile. <<you "Sorry. I was...">> <<gloria "You were... what? Trying to guess what color my panties are?">> she asks. <<you "What do I get if I guess right?">> you ask. She looks at you like she can't believe how cheeky you are, but smiles nonethelsess. <<gloria "Oh my god! You're a horny little fucker!">> she says. <<you "Oh come on. I'm not that bad, am I?">> you ask. <<gloria "First you were eyeing me up and down in my classroom the other day...">> <<you "That was kinda your fault. I mean, you took off your blouse right in front of me!">> you say. She seems to concede that. <<gloria "Yeah, OK. But now you're not even paying attention to me!">> she says. You give her body a long up and down look. <<you "Yes I am.">> you say. <<nobr>><<link "''//She laughs at your brazenness.//''">><<set $gloria.note8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<gloria "You're terrible!">> she says. <<you "Gloria... what do you want from me, huh? Have you seen yourself?">> <<gloria "Every day in the mirror, pal.">> <<you "Then you know what you're working with. So you know why it's hard for me to pay attention.">> you say. She smiles. It seems like she likes the compliments, but she's still a little surprised by how obviously you've been oogling her. <<gloria "What are we going to do with you, young man?">> she asks. You've got plenty of ideas. You look around the breakroom... still empty; just the two of you. <<you "I can think of several things.">> you say. <<gloria "So can I.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1c2">><</link>>

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<<nobr>><<set $contacts=1>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>Now that that's taken care of, you have some time to kill before lunch. If you have anyone's phone number you could TEXT OR CALL THEM FROM THE CONTACTS BUTTON ON THE SIDEBAR MENU. But, You could also really use some coffee, so you think you might <<link "head out and try to find some." "wednesday 4-gloria1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/intro/apartmentext.jpg" alt="apartment complex" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday431.jpg" alt="apartment complex" class="left"> <</nobr>>The shuttle bus drops you off in front of the apartment complex, and you're happy to see your home. With missing the shuttle multiple times today, it's been pretty stressful. You're looking forward to some leftovers and a beer before you pass out in your bed. As the bus pulls away, you look over to the nearby parking lot and see Casey getting out of her car and locking it. If this were anyone else, and it were any other day, you'd probably say hello, but Casey makes you nervous. You hide behind the bus stop shelter and watch her through the windows. She doesn't notice you, and you're happy to keep it that way. She walks across the street to a small house and heads inside. So that's where she lives. It's REALLY close to you, you think. This could become a sticky situation. Alyssa (and maybe Kaylee too) is trying to get you fired. You're pretty sure of it. She's trying to get you embroiled in some sexual scandal, and whether real or manufactured... even a whiff of it would be enough to make your life... difficult. Add to that the fact that you're already becoming pretty involved with some of your neighbors, and Casey lives about 100 yards away from you; your worlds are colliding... and you don't like it. Now, however, is not the time to think about any of that. Now is the time for you to just go home and relax. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight2.jpg" alt="sleeping" class="left"> <</nobr>>You sleep peacefully through the night. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>Annie seems to be happy to see you. When you met her in her classroom the other day, you were an awkward, scared little mess. You were smitten by Annie and you had trouble putting even two words together. You recovered OK, she even gave you her phone number, but you don't want to get friendzoned. You decide to play her hot and cold, and now it's time for cold. <<you "Hey.">> you say, nonchalantly. She looks a little puzzled. <<annie "Hey.">> she says back. She notices that you don't seem as in to her as you did the other day, and it probably has her a little confused. Good. Your plan is working. <<annie "Umm... it's good to see you again.">> she says. <<you "Sure.">> you reply. She's even more confused now. She doesn't know what to say next. You just stand there. <<annie "Are you OK?">> she asks. <<you "Sure. Why?">> <<annie "You just seem... different; not like you were the other day.">> she says. <<you "Same old me.">> you say. She smiles awkwardly, trying to recapture some of the magic from the other day. <<annie "So what are you doing here so late?">> she asks. You try to keep her off guard. <<you "I could ask you the same thing.">> you say. <<annie "Oh... I was just wrapping up some work before I head home. You?">> she asks. <<you "Missed the bus.">> you say. She smiles. <<annie "Well, I could keep you company while you wait for it... ">> she says. You show no emotion one way or the other in your expression. <<annie "... Only if you want me to, of course.">> she says. <<you "Free country... do what you want.">> you say. Then you turn around and head back out of the building to wait for the bus. You weren't likely to find a cab anyway, and you kinda want to keep fucking with Annie a little. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1g1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesexysmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You look straight at Annie and you can feel beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead. You're trying to think of something witty and funny to say, but you can't think of anything. In fact, you're having trouble speaking in general right now. Annie is so goddamn beautiful that your brain has siezed up and you can't even function anymore. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest as she stands there smiling at you. You're desperately trying to make words, but the only ones you can muster are, <<you "Hi. I have to go.">> You turn around and start to walk away. <<annie "Hey wait! Where are you going?">> she asks, starting to follow you. You stop and turn back to her. All you need to do is answer her question. That won't be too hard, right? <<you "I'm late.">> is all you can think to say. Late for what? Who knows. You start to turn around to leave when Annie grabs you by the arm to stop you. <<annie "Did I forget deodorant today or something?">> she asks with a smile. You laugh reflexively. It helps you feel just a little bit more relaxed in the moment. <<you "I... I don't think so.">> you manage to say. She laughs a little. <<annie "You're really nervous huh?">> she asks. The fact that she pointed it out makes you even more nervous. What is wrong with you?! <<annie "What happened to the charming funny guy who got my number and offered to take me out to dinner the other day?">> she asks. You remember that, yes, you did those things. So why the fuck are you so shook now? <<you "Oh him? He's not here right now.">> you say. She laughs. <<annie "Well bring him back, OK?">> she says. As she does, she smiles and runs her hand along your arm. You get goosebumps. <<you "It's not that easy. He sometimes seems to just disappear around you. I don't know why.">> you say. That's not true, you do know why. It's because you have a major crush on Annie, and just seeing her makes your insides feel all wobbly. <<annie "Oh yeah, because I'm so intimidating.">> she says, sarcastically. She doesn't get it, does she? <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1h1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniescared.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's better to try to make peace with Annie than to keep tormenting the girl. She seems pretty skittish and fragile. The old, psychopathic you would probably have emotionally and psychologically tortured her for fun... but you're trying to turn over a new leaf here on the island. Better be nice instead. She's still looking at you like a scared stray kitten. She's on edge and you need to help her relax. <<you "Annie, right?">> you ask. <<annie "Yes.">> she says, hesitantly. <<you "Yeah, I remember. I was hoping I'd see you again.">> you say. She still looks extremely uncomfortable. She's waiting to see your next move. <<you "I think we had a big misunderstanding in your classroom the other day, and a lot of that is my fault.">> you say. You can see the suspicion in her expression fade a little. <<annie "OK.">> she says, apprehensively. <<you "I may have come on too strong and made you uncomfortable.">> you say. <<you "If I did, I'm sorry.">> you say. She nods at you. <<annie "OK. Thanks.">> she says. She still looks like she doesn't trust you. Probably because you're still standing in the hallway, effectively blocking her exit. <<you "I would like to keep talking to you some more, but you seem really uncomfortable here. So I'm going to go outside and wait on the benches in front of the building. If you want to talk, I hope you'll join me.">> you say. She looks very confused. She still doesn't know what to think of you. You turn around and head out of the building. You do as you said, and find a seat on a bench out in front. You wait there patiently, hoping that Annie will join you. After a minute or two, you see her come out of the building as well. She looks around, then finds you sitting there. There's a moment where you can tell from her expression that she's thinking about just leaving, but instead, she comes over and sits on the bench with you. <<you "Hi, Annie.">> you say. She gives you a little reluctant smile. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile2.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile2.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/taser.jpg" alt="taser" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<annie "Hi, $you.fakefirstName?">> she says. She's not sure if she remembered your name right. <<you "That's me.">> you say. She smiles a little. <<you "I'm glad you decided to talk with me.">> you say. <<annie "Sure.">> she replies. <<you "I felt really bad the other day after I left your classroom. I could tell you were really upset, and that was probably my fault.">> you say. She blushes. Seems like she may be a little embarrassed now. <<annie "Thank you, but now I feel bad. I really overreacted there. I can't believe I thought you were going to... you know. I don't know why I jumped to that conclusion so quickly.">> she says. You remember thinking that maybe she was a rape survivor, and that's why she was so on edge, but the way she's talking now, it seems like that wasn't the case. <<you "Well, empty building, stuck in your classroom with kinda creepy guy... I get it.">> you say. <<annie "I don't know. Were you really being that creepy?">> she asks. Apparently she's blocked out the finer details of your encounter. You were really trying to intimidate her, and you did such a good job, that she basically started taking off her clothes, resigned to the fact that she was about to be raped. <<you "Yes, I was. Trust me. I was.">> you say. <<annie "Well... it's hard for me to tell sometimes.">> she says. <<annie "Sometimes I just get so scared for no reason!">> she says. <<you "You have strong survival instincts. That's not something to be ashamed of.">> you reassure her. She smiles. <<annie "I guess.">> she says. <<annie "But sometimes I just... I think I ruin things because I'm so afraid something horrible is going to happen. Like when we met... if I had been able to get to my purse, I probably would have used that taser on you.">> she says. <<you "Well, that wouldn't have been pleasant for me, but I was coming on pretty strong.">> you say. <<annie "But that's no excuse. I should be able to talk to guys without thinking that I'm about to get assaulted.">> she says. <<you "Look, there are some really creepy dudes out there">> you say. You should know. <<you "So I can't blame you for being cautious.">> <<annie "I guess.">> she says. You can see she feels bad now, almost as if she had actually tased you. <<you "Listen, Annie. I know this may sound forward, but I'm the Head Psychological Counselor here, and it's my job to listen and help people with their problems, if there's anything you want to talk about. You get me?">> you say. <<annie "Oh. Yes, I understand.">> she says. She looks like she really wants to talk to you about what's on her mind, but she's still reticent to do so. <<you "Right... so if there was ANYTHING that you wanted to talk about... I would totally listen. Like even right now.">> you say. She smiles. She seems to understand what you're getting at. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1b2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniethink.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniethink1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile2.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile3.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>><<annie "I just don't know what to do. My first reaction whenever I meet a man is to be scared that he's going to try to rape me.">> she says. You nod and let her continue. <<annie "And I KNOW that most men are not rapists, and I know that they're usually just trying to flirt with me or something, but I can't help it.">> she says. <<you "So why do you think that is?">> you ask. She thinks about it. <<annie "Well, when I was growing up, my dad always told me that men are all dogs and they just want sex. He'd say that all a man wants is to have sex with me. If a guy is ever being nice to me, it's a trick and he's just trying to get in my pants.">> she says. Overprotective father... noted. <<you "Well, a lot of dads are protective of their daughters. It's not a bad thing. He was trying to keep you safe.">> you say. <<annie "I know he was, but now it's just been burned into my brain. And any guy who even tries to flirt with me... I just always hear my dad's voice in the back of my head warning me.">> she says. <<you "Has this affected your relationships with men?">> you ask. <<annie "Oh god yes! Sometimes I think about all the potentially good men I may have shut down in the past. And I worry about what I may have been missing out on. What if one of these guys was my soulmate and I just pushed him away?">> she says. <<you "Well, I don't know that I really believe in the whole soulmate thing, but I understand your concern.">> you say. She smiles. <<annie "Yeah, I don't really believe in soulmates either but you get what I'm saying, right? What if one of those guys was really a good one, and we could have been really happy together? What if I never have that because I'm too scared?">> she asks. <<you "It sounds like a tough situation to be in. You want to be more trusting, but you have a real fear. And your fear itself is not irrational. Women need to fear being raped. It's an ugly truth, but it happens way to often for you all to just ignore it. So you have to perform this emotional balancing act when it comes to men and sex.">> <<annie "YES! It's like I have to juggle all these different thoughts. I think he's cute, but I don't know him very well... I think he likes me, but maybe he just wants to try to sleep with me. I just don't know how I'm going to ever get out of my head and start living my life.">> she says. She looks to you for an answer. <<you "Look, Annie. You're not going to like what I'm about to say, but there is no easy answer here. I think you probably realize that.">> you say. She nods, reluctantly. <<you "All I can say is that it's probably better to be overly cautious and LEARN to be a little more trusting, than it is to be not cautious enough and end up actually getting assaulted or raped.">> you say. <<annie "I know. But sometimes I just feel like my fear is making me into someone I don't want to be. I feel like my life is just passing me by and I'm too scared to go out and live it.">> she says. <<you "Well, to be honest, I think you've taken a step in the right direction today. Honestly, I thought you were just going to leave without talking to me, but you had the courage to come over here and have this conversation. That's something you should be proud of. And it's something you should keep in mind whenever you doubt yourself.">> you say. She smiles warmly at you. <<annie "Thank you. Really. I'm really sorry I misjudged you the other day.">> she says. She didn't really misjudge you that much. You were being pretty fucking creepy. <<nobr>><<link "''//But if Annie can work on turning over a new leaf//''">><<set $annie.note6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>>, maybe you can too. <<you "You're welcome, Annie.">> you say. Just then, you see the shuttle bus arrive in front of the building. You two have been talking so long that it's made it's entire loop around town and returned back to campus. You better catch it now before you miss it for a third time today. <<you "I need to catch this shuttle, Annie. But please come see me again if you want to talk. My office is in the Psychology Building.">> you say. <<annie "Thank you, $you.fakefirstName. I will.">> she says with a smile. You get up and hop on the shuttle. You watch Annie as the bus pulls away. She watches you leave and waves goodbye. You smile and wave back. Maybe being a good guy instead of a creep is not such a bad thing after all.<<set $annie.second=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<annieloveGain 1>> <<annieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile2.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile3.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile2.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile3.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>The two of you make your way out of the building and sit down on a bench in front. Even though she's being friendly, you can tell from her body language that she's still a little uncomfortable. She sits a little farther from you on the bench than you would expect, and she has her hands folded on her lap. It's not that big of a deal, after all, she still doesn't really know you, and she's being cautious. <<annie "So how have your first few classes gone?">> she asks. <<you "Well, I'm not fired yet.">> you say. She laughs. <<annie "That's a low bar.">> she says. You shrug. <<you "Maybe. But as long as I'm still clearing it, I call that a win.">> you say. <<annie "I guess so.">> she says with a giggle. <<annie "And it must make you a little uncomfortable being the new Sex Teacher on campus.">> she says. <<you "Everyone calls me that. What's the deal?">> you ask. <<annie "Oh I don't know. That's just what we called the last one.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, I've been wondering about that. What happened to my predecessor?">> you ask. Annie shakes her head. <<annie "Don't know. Nobody does. She just up and quit a few months ago at the end of the last term.">> she says. Odd. Still more mysteries. <<you "So the last Sex Teacher was a woman?">> you ask. <<annie "Yeah, and she was like 100 years old too. I don't think the girls really enjoyed her class too much.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, probably not.">> you say. She smiles at you mischeviously. <<annie "But I bet they're having some fun with you!">> she says. <<you "What do you mean?">> you ask. <<annie "Oh come on! Last term they had to sit through some old bat droaning on and on about sex. Now they get to hear about it from a guy like you.">> she says. <<annie "I'm sure they're enjoying it a lot more this term.">> <<you "What do you mean 'a guy like me?'">> you ask. She blushes. <<annie "A... cute guy like you.">> she says. You can tell she's out on a limb here. She's probably not usually this bold. <<you "I'm flattered, but I can droan on and on about sex with the best of them.">> you say. She giggles. <<annie "Well, if I were their age, and you were my teacher... I'd be paying attention.">> she says with a cute little smile. <<you "Annie, if I were their age, and you were my teacher... I'd have a lot of trouble paying attention, if you know what I mean.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1d2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile3.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniekiss1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesurprised.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniekiss.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniekiss.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>Annie giggles at that. <<annie "Men. My dad was right about you. You only think about one thing.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "We think about a lot of things. But there are some things we think about more than others.">> you say. <<annie "Well, I can't really blame you. I told you I think you're cute.">> she says. She's still blushing a bit. <<you "I think you can tell that I feel the same way about you.">> you say with a warm smile. She blushes harder. <<annie "So what do we do now?">> she asks. You can tell she wants you to make a move. What's life without risk? Time to go for it. You lean in and kiss Annie on the lips. She immediately recoils. SHIT. I fucked it, you think. You pull back and look at Annie. She looks uncomfortable and embarrassed. <<you "I'm so sorry, Annie. I really misread the situation.">> you say. She looks a little frustrated. <<annie "No you didn't. I... I wanted you to do that.">> she says. You're confused. <<you "Then why did you pull away?">> you ask. She looks even more frustrated. <<annie "I don't know! It's like I did it without even thinking.">> she says. You can tell now that she's frustrated with herself. <<you "It's OK. I don't want to pressure you. And I don't want you to feel bad. Maybe it just wasn't the right moment.">> you say. <<annie "But maybe it was the right moment, and I just ruined it.">> she says. She looks pretty down on herself. <<you "Annie, you didn't ruin anything. It was just one of those awkward little moments that happens sometimes. It's not a big deal. I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable or feel like I...">> You're in the middle of talking when she interrupts you by grabbing your face and kissing you. This is a pleasant surprise. Her lips feel soft and warm on yours. It's a gentle kiss, nothing over the top, but you can tell that she really wanted this. After a few moments, she pulls away and opens her eyes. She looks at you to see what you thought about it. You let her know by leaning in and kissing her back. This time she doesn't pull away, in fact, she gets even more into it, exploring your mouth with her tongue and running her hands through your hair. After a minute or so, you both pull away and smile at each other sheepishly. <<annie "Was that OK?">> she asks. <<you "Definitely OK.">> you reply. She giggles and bites her lip. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's really into you, and you're really into her.//''">><<set $annie.note8=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> You've both just confirmed it, and you're both giddy with the excitement of the moment. Just then, the shuttle bus pulls up. Looks like the moment is at an end. You smile at Annie as you get up to leave. Just before you turn to head to the bus, she stands up and kisses you again. You take a moment to enjoy her lips once more, then you get on the bus and head home with thoughts of Annie on your mind.<<set $annie.second=4>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<annieloveGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You put your hands up, feigning surrender. <<you "Don't tase me!">> you say. She laughs. <<annie "Yeah! Watch yourself, buddy! I'm a dangerous woman!">> she says with a smile. You smile back. <<you "I'm actually kinda glad I ran into you again.">> you say. <<annie "Yeah, me too.">> she says. She still looks a little uncomfortable, but she's hiding it really well. <<annie "So... are we just gonna hang out in front of the bathrooms then?">> she asks. You let out a little laugh. <<you "No. Sorry! We can go somewhere else if you want.">> you say. She's thinking about it. <<annie "What brings you here so late anyway?">> she asks. <<you "I missed the shuttle bus, and I was trying to find someone in here who could give me the number for a cab.">> you say. She laughs. <<annie "There are no cabs on the island.">> she says. <<annie "What do you think this is, New York City?">> she asks, sarcastically. It's a good point. What made you think that a tiny island like this would have a bunch of yellow cabs cruising around. <<you "I guess not. Well... I guess I'm stuck waiting for the shuttle to come back then.">> you say. <<you "Unless you have a car?">> you ask, hoping she does. <<annie "I have a bicycle. You can ride on the handlebars if you want.">> she says with a little chuckle. You imagine that ridiculous picture for a moment and you chuckle too. <<you "No, I think I'll pass on that.">> you say. <<annie "Good move. But hey, I'll stay here and keep you company if you'd like.">> she says. <<you "Oh I don't want you to go out of your way for me.">> you say. <<annie "Don't worry about it. I've been meaning to be more outgoing anyway.">> she says. <<you "OK then! You want to go wait outside? I saw a couple benches out there that look pretty comfortable.">> you say. She smiles. <<annie "Lead the way!">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1d1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/wednesday4/leftovers.webp" alt="leftovers" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight2.jpg" alt="you in bed" class="left"> <</nobr>>You head into your apartment and close the door behind you. It feels good to be home. And you're really starting to think of this as your home now, even though it's only been a few days since you moved in. You heat up some leftovers and gobble them down in front of the TV. You enjoy a few beers while you're at it. As it usually does these days, your mind drifts to thoughts of women. You're meeting so many of them, and they all seem to be interested in you in one way or another. And your students continue to surprise you as you get to know them better each day. This choice you made to come to the island seems to be one that's working out, for the most part. Sure, there have been some little hiccups, if you can call them that, but you're still here, and you're still not fired. That may be a low bar after all, but it's the one you've got to work with, for now. Feeling a sudden wave of drowsiness, you switch off the TV and drag your tired ass to bed. You flop down into the soft mattress and warm blankets. A little memory of some nightmare you had last night creeps into your mind, then creeps away just as quickly. You're just too tired to think about it. Before you know it, you've drifted off to sleep. <<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 1.6end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1212.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1211.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Are you really still mad about me laughing at you in your classroom?">> you ask. She doesn't respond, she just frowns. <<you "Come on! Really? You seemed a lot tougher than that a few days ago.">> you say. <<gloria "Fuck you! I'm tougher than you!">> she says, indignantly. <<you "Really? Cause all I see is someone who can't take a harmless little joke.">> you say. She doesn't seem to like this very much. The last time she gave you that look, she tried to knee you in the balls. Better be prepared. <<gloria "You know, the last time you talked to me like this, you almost lost your nuts. You'd better be careful what you say.">> she says. She's smiling, but you're not totally convinced she's not still planning to nutshot you. <<you "Now there's the tough girl I remember!">> you say with a big smile. She laughs. <<gloria "Girl, HA! That's rich. I'm almost old enough to be your mother!">> she say. She's being way too hard on herself. She's not even ten years older than you. And she's still hot as fuck so you couldn't care less how old she is. <<you "I mean... yeah, if you had me when you were like 6 years old.">> you say. <<you "How old are you, anyway?">> you ask. <<gloria "You cheeky fuck! You're not supposed to ask a woman that!">> she says, giving you a playful shove. <<you "Oh damn! So you're 40 then, huh?">> you say. The smile immediately drops from her face. <<gloria "I'M 39!">> she yells. <<you "So, basically 40.">> you say. She is extremely displeased with you. <<gloria "NO! BASICALLY 39!">> she says. She's really angry about this. It's not the first time you've seen her angry, for sure, but it is the first time you've seen her insecure. <<you "I don't know why you're being so insecure about this. You look really great for your age.">> you say. <<gloria "For my age?! Why the fuck did you have to add that at the end?">> she asks incredulously. <<you "Because that's what we were talking about; your age.">> you say. You got here there, and she seems to realize it, but she still doesn't like it. <<gloria "Still. Fuck you.">> she says. She pouts a little. It's pretty cute. <<you "Where the fuck is that no-nonsense, boss ass bitch I met the other day?! She was fucking hot!">> you say. She realizes you're trying to pump her up and smiles. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriaannoyed.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"><</nobr>><<you "You know, the other day, I wasn't laughing at you.">> you say. She looks suspicious of you. <<gloria "Oh really?">> she asks. <<you "I was laughing NEAR you... about you.">> you say. <<gloria "Yeah that sounds like the same thing.">> <<you "They're similar, but there are distinctions.">> you say. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. <<gloria "You know, you can just apologize. It doesn't make you any less of a man if that's what you're thinking.">> she says. <<you "Really?">> you say, sarcastically. <<gloria "Really!">> she replies with a smile. <<you "OK then. I'm sorry if you felt I was laughing at you.">> you say. She looks at you sideways. <<gloria "Well, that's not a real apology, but I'll take it.">> she says. <<gloria "So you're just here for the coffee, huh?">> she asks. Time to be honest. <<you "Well, I did have coffee on my mind. Then again, I always have coffee on my mind.">> you say. She laughs. <<you "But actually, I thought I saw you come in here and I wanted to see if I was right.">> you say. <<gloria "Well, now that you know you were right, what are you gonna do about it?">> she asks with a flirty smile. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/gropetits.jpg" alt="groping tits" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/rubcock.jpg" alt="getting your cock rubbed" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/grabpussy.gif" alt="grabbing pussy" class="left"> <</nobr>>She quickly steps forward and grabs you, pushing you up against the counter and pushing her body against yours. Her face is inches from yours. She looks you in the eyes. <<gloria "You mean this boss ass bitch?">> she asks. <<you "There she is!">> you say. She smiles and purrs with arousal, grabbing a huge handful of your ass. You match her aggressiveness, grabbing her hair and pulling. She grinds agianst you even harder. You grab her by the arm with your other hand and spin her around so that you are now standing behind her against the counter. You grind your body against her's and though she struggles against your strength, she smiles and grinds back the whole time. <<nobr>><<link "''//The two of you are locked in a little sexual power struggle//''">><<set $gloria.note6=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> right here in the teacher breakroom, and it's escalating. You start roughly manhandling her tits through her clothes. She reaches down and starts rubbing your cock through your pants. This is starting to get really heavy. <<gloria "You think you're in charge here mister?!">> she asks, defiantly. <<you "I own you, bitch!">> you say. She squeezes your junk a little harder than you would like. You instinctively take your hands off her tits and reach down to try to get her to stop. This only makes her hold on even stronger. Stalemate. She grabbed you by the balls, so it's only fair that you return the favor. You reach under her skirt and grab her by the pussy. She gasps and looks you right in the eyes. The two of you look right at each other for a moment, both of you holding tight to the other's most sensitive parts. You smile at her lustily, and she smiles right back. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriagrope.jpg" alt="groping gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/glorialicknipple.jpg" alt="gloria lick nipple" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriablow.jpg" alt="gloria blowing you" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You and Gloria are getting really hot and heavy here in the breakroom. You're both roughly handling each other and your lust threatens to overcome you both. In a moment of clarity, you look up at the door and realize that anyone could walk in on you two at any moment. You pull away from Gloria and she pulls away too. She looks at you, confused. You point to the door. She looks over at it and then smiles at you. She understands. You grab her by the arm and lead her around the corner to another area of the breakroom that is out of view of the door. You grab her by the waist and lift her up, sitting her down on the counter here. She giggles with delight and paws at you, lustily. You notice there are some paintbrushes drying on the counter. Someone must have been using the sink here to clean them. It gives you an idea. You roughly pull down Gloria's top, revealing her fucking gorgeous fake tits. They are a work of art, so it only makes sense what you are about to do. You take a paintbrush and start teasing her nipple with it while you suck on the other one. She giggles and moans with pleasure, spreading her legs and fondling herself through her panties. <<gloria "Oh my God yes!">> she moans as you slap the wet paintbrush against her hard nipple. Your cock is like an iron rod in your pants. You grind it against her leg, trying to find any little bit of friction to increase your pleasure. After a minute or so of this, you simply can't take it any longer. You pull away from Gloria, unbutton your pants and whip out your cock. Gloria's eyes open wide at the sight of it. She smiles devilishly as she hops down from the counter and grasps your hard dick in her hand. The two of you make out sloppily as she strokes your cock and you finger her pussy under her skirt. Then, suddenly, she pulls away. You look at her, breathless and frustrated. She smiles and slowly drops to her knees. <<gloria "Fuck my mouth, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. You don't usually like taking orders from a woman... but you'll make an exception here. You shove your cock in her wet, horny mouth and she starts sucking you off like she's trying to swallow your entire body, penis first. <<you "OH FUCK GLORIA!">> you moan loudly. It's one of the most aggressive blowjobs you've ever received. You feel like you may bust your nut in her mouth any second, even though she's only been sucking you off for less than a minute or two. You're lost in a passionate trance-like state when, suddenly, Gloria stops sucking and removes her mouth from your member. You look down at her, and she holds her finger up to her lips. <<gloria "Shhh...">> she whispers. You listen, and hear voices coming from the front area of the breakroom. FUCK! Did we just get caught?! You listen closely. The voices sound calm and happy, laughing and joking with each other. They don't suspect a thing. Gloria stands up quietly and you pull up your pants. She leans in and whispers in your ear. <<gloria "What do we do?">> she asks. You whisper back. <<you "You go out first. I'll follow after a minute or two.">> you say. She smiles and nods her understanding. Before she leaves, she gives your cock one last rub through your pants. Goddamn, Gloria is fun! She walks out to the other area and says a quick hello and goodbye to the women out there. You wait a few minutes and do the same. As you exit into the hallway, you see Gloria standing against the wall a few doors down. She sees you and winks. You smile back and the two of you go your seperate ways, with no one the wiser about what just happened in the breakroom.<<set $gloria.second=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<gloriacorruptionGain 1>> <<glorialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/gloria/gloriagrope.jpg" alt="groping gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/glorialicknipple.jpg" alt="gloria lick nipple" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/fingersuck.jpg" alt="sucking finger" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriaeatout.jpg" alt="eating gloria out" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriapanic.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Gloria turns around and starts grinding her ass against your crotch. She's pinning you up against the counter with her body. <<you "Oh fuck!">> you say as your cock hardens. <<gloria "Grab my tits, baby!">> she says. She grabs your hands and puts them on her tits. You squeeze and rub them through her clothes as she keeps grinding on your dick. <<gloria "Yeah baby! Just like that!">> she says. You're losing yourself in this incredibly erotic moment. You close your eyes and focus on the sensations. She reaches her hands up and puts them over yours, forcing you to squeeze her tits even harder. She moans and squeals with delight. Without thought, you start to pull her top down, trying to expose what you are pretty sure are perfect tits; likely fake, but fucking perfect nonetheless. She stops you. You both take a second to catch your breath. She grabs you by the hand and leads you around the corner into another area of the breakroom that is out of view of the door. Good thinking! There are some tables and another sink in this area. It looks like this sink is being used by the art department for cleaning paintbrushes. Gloria hops up on the counter and smiles seductively at you. She pulls down her top and reveals her breasts. You were right about them, they're fake, but also fucking perfect! She picks up one of the paintbrushes and starts teasing her nipple with it. <<gloria "Get over here and play with me!">> she says lustily. You don't need to be told twice. You grab her body and start sucking the other nipple. She moans with pleasure. Her eyes close and she throws her head back. She nearly drops the paint brush, but you grab it and continue to tease her nipple with it. <<gloria "Fuck yes, baby! You're making me so fucking wet!">> she says. You continue your teasing. She spreads her legs and pulls her panties aside. She starts fingering her wet pussy. You can hear the sucking sounds of her wet cunt feasting on her own fingers. It's making you even hornier. She pulls her fingers out of her snatch and holds them up in front of you. You put them in your mouth and suck on them, tasting her pussy. <<gloria "How's that taste, baby?">> she asks. You just look intesly into her eyes and keep sucking her fingers. She pushes you back and spreads her legs wide, giving you an open lane to that hot pussy. <<gloria "Get in there and get to work!">> she says. You eagerly comply, plunging your face between her legs and eating her musky pussy. <<gloria "Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh Jesus!">> she moans. You keep licking and sucking her sexy twat while she wriggles and writhes atop the counter. She's really getting close to cumming, and you're determined to send her over the edge. Then, suddenly, you hear the door open around the corner, and voices in the other part of the breakroom. You're no longer alone. Gloria has her eyes closed and doesn't seem to notice. You quickly cover her mouth with your hand to keep from giving yourselves away. She opens her eyes and looks at you, breathless and confused. <<you "Shhh...">> you say, quietly. She hears the voices and understands the situation. Her eyes widen in panic. You remove your hand from her mouth and very quietly help her get down from the counter. The two of you take a moment to straighten out your clothes, your hair, and your fucking hormones. Your cock is now fully limp; made so by your sudden panic. Gloria whispers to you, <<gloria "What now?">> <<you "I'll leave first... you follow a few minutes later.">> you say. She nods her understanding and give you a little anxious smile. You smile back and give her ass a playful squeeze. She gives you another smile. You let her go with a little wink, then walk around the corner into the front of the breakroom. Two women standing near the coffee maker look up and smile at you. <<you "Ladies.">> you say with a nod and a smile. You swiftly walk past them and out the door into the hallway. You walk a ways down the hall and pull out your phone, pretending to be checking it. You're really just keeping an eye on the breakroom door, hoping to see Gloria come out unscathed. After a minute or two, she does so. You look up at her and smile. She smiles back then heads off in the other direction. You put your phone away and head for the exit, leaving Gloria behind. Fuck that was fun! You hope you and Gloria can continue where you left off the next time you see her.<<set $gloria.second=2>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<glorialoveGain 1>> <<glorialoyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg breakroom>> <img src="images/monday2/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"> <img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"><</nobr>><<you "Well, first I'm gonna ask you for some of that coffee.">> you say. She smiles and pours you a cup. She hands it to you and you take a sip. It's absolutely dreadful coffee. You probably should have expected that. It takes all your restraint not to spit it back in her face. <<gloria "Pretty good, huh?">> she says. You give her a look like she's fucking crazy, then you see her smile and realize she's joking. She knows how terrible the coffee is and she was setting you up. <<you "You set me up!">> you say, still trying to get the horrible taste out of your mouth. She laughs. <<gloria "Oh baby! Call it a Harrington rite of passage.">> she says. You pour the coffee down the sink and look back at her. <<you "A coming of age?">> you ask. She smiles and nods. <<you "OK. I can accept that.">> you say. She's laughs again, this time even harder. <<you "I would tell you to stop laughing at me, but I guess I deserve it a little.">> you say. <<gloria "Yeah, mister, you do!">> she says. <<you "So are we even now?">> you ask. She thinks about it for a moment. <<gloria "Well... I don't know...">> she says. <<you "Is this like 'haze the new guy,' or something?">> you ask. A devilish smile appears on her face. <<gloria "No, but that sounds like a great idea.">> she says. She takes a step towards you. After your encounter in the classroom, you instinctively lift your leg to again protect your nuts. She gets right next to you and puts her hand on your leg, slowy pushing it back down to the ground. <<gloria "Don't worry baby. Those nuts are safe for now.">> she says. <<you "Then what are you doing?">> you ask. She smiles, grabs your ass with both hands, and <<nobr>><<link "''//pulls you towards her so that your bodies grind against each other.//''">><<set $gloria.note7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<gloria "You'll see.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1b2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniethink.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniethink1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You smile devilishly at her. <<you "Well well well. Look who I found.">> you say. She looks extremely uncomfortable. She doesn't want to be here AT ALL. But she's stuck at this dead end hallway, and you're between her and the exit. <<annie "Excuse me. I need to go.">> she says, not looking you in the eye. She starts to walk past you, but you step in front of her. She stops. <<you "Hey, are you still upset about what happened in your classroom the other day?">> you ask. She doesn't look at you. <<annie "No.">> she says, quietly. You definitely don't believe her. She seems traumatized, and - sick little fuck that you are - it's turning you on. <<you "Oh I don't know if I believe you.">> you say. <<you "You're shaking like a leaf!">> <<annie "I'm fine, but I need to leave.">> She says, still not making eye contact. <<you "What's the hurry? I just want to talk.">> you say with a smile. She looks up at you and you can see that she is, indeed, quite scared and upset, but doing her best not to show it. <<annie "It's been a long day. I just want to go home.">> she says. She keeps looking at you with pleading eyes. <<annie "Please?">> She's asking your permission to leave. Goddamn that's fucking hot! You're controlling her simply with your presence. She's so fragile... and you hold her in the palm of your hand. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniesurprised.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniethink1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You reach out and start playing with her hair a little. She certainly doesn't like it, but she remains frozen in place while you do it. <<you "You know, Annie... it's kinda dangerous for a little hottie like you to be walking around all alone, don't you think?">> you ask. She shivers. <<annie "I'm fine. Thank you.">> she says in a whisper, her voice barely audible. <<you "Wouldn't you like me to walk you home?">> you ask. You don't really know where she lives, and it's probably not walking distance, but you're really just fucking with Annie; having a little fun. <<annie "No thank you.">> she says. <<you "You sure? There are some real creepy guys out there.">> you say. <<you "I'm sure your daddy warned you about them, right.">> you ask. She seems to be even more freaked out now. She recoils and tries to back away from you until she's pressed right up against the wall. <<annie "It's OK. Really. I'll be fine.">> she says. You reach out and touch her cheek. She trembles. <<you "We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to daddy's little girl, now would we?">> you ask. She stands there frozen while you stroke her cheek, softly. <<annie "Please. I'm fine.">> she whispers. You look her up and down with a leering gaze. She's fine alright. <<you "Well then... you'd better be on your way.">> you say. You step back giving her a clear path to the exit. <<annie "Thank you.">> she says. Without looking at you, she quickly walks to the exit and heads out the doors to the building. You take a moment then follow her out. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/wednesday4/bikerack.jpg" alt="bike rack" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/keys.jpg" alt="handing over keys" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/helmet.jpg" alt="handing over bike helmet" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesurprised.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you get outside, you see Annie almost running over to a nearby bike rack. She struggles to unlock her bike and get her helmet on. You call over to her. <<you "You need some help there, Annie?">> you ask. <<annie "No thank you!">> she yells with a hint of panic in her voice. She's still trying to get the bike unlocked as you start walking towards her. She sees you coming closer and starts to panic even more. <<you "Are you sure? Looks like you're having a tough time over there.">> you say. <<annie "NO! I'm fine!">> she yells. She's super freaking out. You just keep slowly and steadily walking towards her. <<you "I think you have the wrong key there.">> you say. She's frantically trying to fit the wrong key into the bike lock. You keep walking towards her. She keeps panicking. Eventually, you end up right next to her. She stops struggling with the keys and freezes. You reach out your hand. <<you "Here. Let me try.">> you say. Without looking at you, she hands you the keys. You look at all of them for a moment, and then find the one that looks like it would go with the bike lock. You bend down and unlock her bike for her. She stands there, frozen. You undo the lock and hand it to her along with the keys. She's about to get on the bike and tear ass out of there when you take her helmet from behind the bike seat and hold it out for her to take. <<you "Safety first, Annie.">> you say. <<you "It's a dangerous world out there.">> <<annie "Thanks.">> she says as she takes the helmet from you. She quickly puts it on and then gets her bike and rides away. You've succeeded in freaking her out, that's for sure. Little Annie. <<nobr>><<link "''//Like a scared chipmunk or something.//''">><<set $annie.note5=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Damn, that makes you hard. You're thinking about possible ways to fuck with Annie in the future when you see the bus pull up. You smile and hop on, finding a seat and relaxing for the short ride to your apartment complex. You hope you'll see little Annie again real soon.<<set $annie.second=1>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<anniecorruptionGain 1>> <<annieloyaltyGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Hey hot stuff!">> you say. You give her a big smile and she smiles back. <<annie "Hot stuff? OK, I guess.">> she says. <<you "What? You're looking really hot today.">> you say as you eye her up and down. She smiles nervously. <<annie "You're awfully frisky.">> she says. You think about what just happened in your office. Damn right you're frisky. <<you "It's been an interesting day for me.">> you say. <<annie "That's awfully cryptic.">> she says. You just shrug and smile. There's no way you're going to tell Annie that you just had a little mutual masturbation session with one of your students. She looks even more unsettled by your silence. <<annie "So you're not going to talk about it?">> she asks. <<you "Annie... you wouldn't believe me if I told you.">> you say. You reach out and start playing with her hair a little. Now she seems to be getting a little annoyed. <<annie "Well... it's been a long day for me too. I think I'd better be getting home.">> she says. She starts to walk past you, but you take her arm and stop her. <<you "Why are you rushing off? Stay and chat a while.">> you say. She pulls her arm away and looks very uncomfortable. <<annie "No thanks. I need to go.">> she says. She walks past you and heads towards the exit. You follow her. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1c1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesurprised.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>Annie is hurrying out of the building. You walk behind her, trying to keep up. <<you "Did I do something wrong?">> you ask. Annie keeps walking but responds. <<annie "No it's nothing. I just need to be going now.">> she says. You don't believe her. <<you "Come on. Why are you running off? I thought we had a good little thing going here.">> you say. She stops walking and turns to face you. That's a step in the right direction, you think. <<annie "Look, you kinda startled me the other day in my classroom. I was freaking out a little, but you were really sweet and you apologized.">> she says. <<annie "And I was hoping I'd see you again.">> <<you "Well... I'm right here.">> you say. She smiles a little. <<annie "I know you are. But I just don't feel the same way as I did the other day. I don't know why.">> <<you "Shit. So I did do something wrong.">> you say. She shakes her head. <<annie "I don't know. I... look. It really has been a long day for me. That wasn't a lie or anything. I think I just need to go home.">> she says. <<you "Well, where's home? Maybe I can keep you company?">> you say. Why the fuck did you say that? You don't know. You need to wait for the shuttle bus, not follow Annie to her house somewhere in town. But you're smitten with her and you're desperate for her not to leave just yet. <<annie "That's OK. I'm fine.">> she says. She turns away and heads out the front doors of the building. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1c2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile2.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/thinking.jpg" alt="thinking hard" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>You follow Annie out of the building and down the steps. <<you "So when am I gonna get to see you again?">> you ask. She turns to look at you. From her expression, she still looks like she's uncomfortable with your advances. <<annie "I'm not sure. I'm going to be pretty busy with classes and all.">> she says. <<you "Well... can I get your number so I can call you sometime?">> you ask. She smiles a little. <<annie "Oh I'm sure we'll run into each other again. Let's just see what happens, OK?">> she says. Well, that confirms it. You blew it. What the hell did I do wrong, you think. <<you "Oh, OK. Sure we can do that.">> you say. She smiles again, politely. <<annie "Great. See ya.">> she says, then walks off around the side of the building and out of sight. Moments later you see her riding away on her bicycle. You watch her go, thinking over the encounter in your head. What did I do wrong?! The first time we met she was really startled. She almost tased me. I managed to apologize and leave on good terms. She even seemed like she was kinda into me. I suppose I startled her a little just now too, but I palyed it cool, right? I was flirty so she knew I was interested in her as more than just a friend. I don't want to get friendzoned, after all. So what was it? Did I come on too strong? Maybe that was it. FUCK. It probably was. She was so jumpy and skittish when I first met her, like a doe in a forest clearing. Calling her "hot stuff" and touching her hair just now... <<nobr>><<link "''//it probably creeped her out.//''">><<set $annie.note7=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Am I the creepy guy now? FUCK. You sit there thinking about where you went wrong when the bus pulls up. You get on and take a seat near the back. The entire bus ride you can't stop thinking about how you fucked it up with Annie just now. Stupid. Well... like she said, you two will probably run into each other again. You'll just have to do better next time. <<set $annie.second=3>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you get outside, you find a bench in front of the building and sit down. After a minute or so, you see Annie come out the front doors of the building. She sees you sitting there. You can see from her expression that she's thinking about just leaving, but instead, she comes over to where you're sitting. <<annie "Can I sit with you?">> she asks. You don't say anything. You just shrug. She looks confused and a little annoyed, but she sits down anyway. The two of you sit in silence for a minute. Then she tries to get the conversation going again. <<annie "So did you ever manage to find your office?">> she asks. I sure did, you think to yourself, remembering some of the more interesting and sexy encounters you've had in there so far. <<you "I did.">> you say. She's waiting for you to say more on the subject, but you don't. You just look away and keep waiting for the bus. You're not looking at her, but you can guess that she's even more confused and probably even more annoyed wtih you now. <<annie "That's good. And you found your classroom too?">> she asks. Without looking at her, you silently nod. You hear her scoff. Without even looking at her, you can tell she's not happy with you. <<annie "Hey, did I do something wrong?">> she asks. You turn and look at her. <<you "Why would you think that?">> you ask. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1g2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniekiss.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Yeah, you really are.">> you say. She laughs. She must think you're being sarcastic too. <<you "I'm being serious.">> you say. She stops laughing and looks at you, confused. <<annie "Do I really intimidate you?">> she asks. <<you "Yes, you do. Every time I'm around you, I can't seem to think straight. I panic and I just want to run.">> you say. <<annie "Why? I'm not some monster.">> she says, smiling. <<you "I don't know. When I'm around you it feels like I'm in high school again, and I'm trying to ask my crush out to the homecoming dance or something.">> you say. She blushes and smiles. <<annie "That's really sweet.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, for you maybe. For me it's terrifying and humiliating.">> you say. You look away. You don't want to look at her; you're a little ashamed. <<annie "Well, if we were in high school, and you asked me to the homecoming dance, I would DEFINITELY say yes!">> she says. You look back at her. <<you "For real?">> you ask. <<annie "Of course! I mean... I already agreed to let you take me to dinner, right?">> she reminds you. Oh yeah... that... happened. <<you "Yeah, I remember something about that.">> <<annie "Speaking of which, when are we doing that anyway?">> she asks. You immediately get nervous again at the prospect of having to try to be charming for an entire dinner with this fucking angel. She seems to notice. <<annie "You are so sweet, you know that?">> she says. Now it's your turn to blush. <<you "Well... maybe we could... but I don't know... you might... ">> you stammer. Your words make no sense. You aren't even putting coherent thoughts together anymore. Suddenly, Annie kisses you. <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1h2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesurprised.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniewtf.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>She looks at you, annoyed and frustrated. <<annie "Because you're acting all weird and cold with me. You were so nice and charming yesterday. Did I do something to make you mad?">> she asks. <<you "No. nothing.">> you say. Your minimal, emotionless answer doesn't satisfy her. <<annie "Then why are you being like this?">> she asks. <<you "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just being me.">> you say. <<annie "No you're not! You're trying some stupid mind game on me and I don't appreciate it!">> she says. Looks like she's got you figured out. This may have backfired on you. You try to salvage the situation. <<you "Sorry. Look, it's been a long day, and I'm just not myself right now, I guess.">> you say. She doesn't believe you. <<annie "You know, guys always think that if they ignore women and treat them like shit, that we'll come chasing after you.">> she says. You're about to say something when she cuts you off. <<annie "And maybe there's some desperate women out there who'll fall for that. But not me!">> she says. <<you "Annie, look...">> you start to say. <<annie "No, you look! I'm not the kind of girl who's going to fawn over some asshole just hoping that he'll notice me. PLENTY of guys notice me!">> she says. With a body like hers, you know she's right. <<annie "And you know what? I like guys who are sweet and shy and maybe a little dorky!">> she says. FUCK. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's basically describing how you were acting the other day.//''">><<set $annie.note10=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> Maybe you weren't in danger of being friendzoned after all. <<you "Annie, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was doing.">> you say. <<annie "So now you're the nice guy again?! How can I trust anything that comes out of your mouth?">> she asks. You try to think of something to say, but she doesn't give you a chance. <<annie "No. I can't do this.">> she says as she gets up to leave. <<you "Annie, wait...">> you say. <<annie "No thank you.">> she says. As she leaves, she turns back to you. <<annie "You know, I really liked you the other day. You were cute and funny and sweet. But now I don't know if that was the real you, of if you were just trying to play me.">> she says. <<annie "Either way, you blew it!">> she says. She storms off in a huff. You really fucked that one up. Maybe you can salvage it at some point in the future, but it seems unlikely. As you sit and think about what a huge mistake it was to try to manipulate Annie's emotions, the bus pulls up. You get up and slowly walk over to it. You take a seat near the back and wait for it to drop you off at home.<<set $annie.second=7>> <<brutalityGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/annie/anniekiss.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniekiss.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/annie/anniekiss.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/annie/anniesexysmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile3.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile2.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <img src="images/annie/anniesmile3.jpg" alt="annie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You feel a huge rush of adrenaline surging through your body. Annie is kissing you. You thought you were totally blowing this with your nervous stammering and running away and all. Turns out she likes you. You should have known, I mean... she did agree to go on a date with you. You were basically already in there with her, but just running in to her again seemed to make you forget everything and turn back into a wobbly mess. She pulls away after a moment and looks into your eyes. You smile dumbly at her. She smiles back. <<you "Thank you.">> you say. She laughs. <<annie "You're welcome?">> she says. Still awkward, and she still likes it, apparently. <<you "I mean... thank you for shutting me up. I think I would have just kept stammering on and on if you hadn't and I just felt like such and idiot just talking and talking nonsense while you just...">> She kisses you again. Thank God. <<you "So are you going to kiss me everytime I blabber on and on like an idiot? Because if that's your plan, I gotta let you know, I think that there are some things that you may not...">> She kisses you again. OK. I see how this works. <<you "Like I was saying, I think that there may be some things that...">> She kisses you again, this time much more passionately. Her hands find their way up to your face and she runs them through your hair. Her tongue explores your mouth. You can feel her soft, curvy body pressed against yours. Your dick springs to attention. After a minute of hot and heavy makeout, she pulls away and you both take a moment to catch your breath. <<you "I really like you.">> is all you can think to say. <<annie "I really like you too.">> she says. <<annie "So you don't have to be so nervous and awkward around me.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, but when I am... it seems to work out pretty well for me.">> you say. She giggles. <<annie "Well, I can't argue with that.">> she says. You both stand there in silence for a moment. You feel like you should say something. <<you "Would you like to wait for the bus with me?">> you ask. She smiles warmly. <<annie "Of course I would!">> she says. The two of you head out of the building together and sit down on a bench out front. You chat while you wait for the bus. It's an easier conversation, <<nobr>><<link "''//you feel more comfortable around Annie now.//''">><<set $annie.note11=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Annie Notes"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <</nobr>> <<you "So... where would you like to go for dinner?">> you ask her. <<annie "Where do you think we should go?">> she asks. <<you "Well... I've only lived on the island for a few days... so the only places I can think of are the school cafeteria or...">> <<annie "Oh right. I forgot you don't really know your way around yet.">> <<you "Nope.">> <<annie "Well then, how about you come over to my place and let me make you dinner.">> she says. <<you "But I was supposed to be the one taking you out, remember?">> <<annie "You could help me make dinner. We could do it together. What do you think?">> she asks. That actually sounds really nice. <<you "I think it sounds great!">> <<annie "Saturday night?">> she asks. <<you "Saturday night.">> you confirm. She smiles at you and you smile back. Just then the bus pulls up. Time to head home. Before you go, you plant a kiss on Annie's luscious lips, and she kisses you back. <<annie "I'll call you on Saturday.">> she says. <<you "I'll be waiting.">> you say. You head over to the bus and hop on. As it pulls away, you see Annie out the window still sitting on the bench with a giant smile on her face.<<set $annie.second=8>> <<empathyGain 1>> <<annieloveGain 1>> <<annieloyaltyGain 1>> <<confidenceGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<set $casey={ age: 19, }>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/monday2/shower.jpg" alt="a man showering" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="pouring a cup of coffee" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>You wake up gently this morning. Unlike yesterday, you didn't have any weird nightmares, and although yesterday was stressful, what with you missing the shuttle bus multiple times, you got a really good night's sleep and feel completely refreshed this morning. You head for the shower to wash off two days worth of grime. It feels good after you had to deny yourself this pleasure yesterday. Afterwards, you head to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. You're happy you have good coffee, and not that horrible shit you found in the teacher breakroom yesterday. There's something about a cup of good coffee that really helps you get your day started right. Am I an addict? Nah. You get yourself together and head out to catch the shuttle bus to campus. It arrives just as you walk up to the bus stop. That's a fortunate change from yesterday, and you smile at your good luck. You look around to see if Casey, your newly discovered neighbor will be joining you on the bus, but she's nowhere to be seen. That's probably for the best, you think. During the ride to campus, you have some time to think about what you want the students to discuss in class today. As always, you could be a good guy and discuss something meaningful that would really benefit the students... or you could be an evil fuck and make them talk about shit that will humiliate them, and that will garner you some sensitive information you can leverage later. Before you arrive at campus, you make your decision. <<link "You decide to have the students discuss what, in their opinion, makes for a healthy romantic relationship." "thursday 5-1a">><<set $lesson4=2>><</link>> <<link "You decide to force the students to confess the sexual encounter/experience they regret most." "thursday 5-1a">><<set $lesson4=1>><</link>>

<<if $lesson4==1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="admin building" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/building.png" alt="a building" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to force the girls to talk about the sexual experience they most regret. It should provide for some interesting insights into their personalities... and it will be fun to watch them squirm in their shame. The bus drops you off in front of Bellend Tower. You give the big brick dick a little salute as you walk past it, then head out to the other side of campus for your class. You're passing by a nondescript building about halfway across campus when you see Jasmine and Sophia walking out from the little dumpster area behind it. They look around as if they are trying not to get caught. They're up to something, and you're gonna have to confront them. They don't see you as you approach, and when you get close enough, you greet them. <<you "Hello ladies.">> <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> They both look up at you and smile a little. Now that you are closer, you can smell cigarette smoke on them. They must have ducked behind the building for a quick puff. That's definitely a no-no for students here. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left">You will have to talk to them about this, but you don't really have time to get into it now. <<jasmine "Hello, Professor.">> Jasmine says. <<sophia "Hi, Professor!">> Sophia says. They're both acting extra friendly. <<you "You're both on your way to class, I assume... right?">> you ask. <<jasmine "Oh yeah, for sure!">> Jasmine says with a smile. Sophia smiles and nods along. <<you "Good. Well, you better hurry. If I get there before you, you'll both be tardy.">> you say. They both smile. <<sophia "OK Professor! See you in there!">> Sophia says, extra cheerfully. She and Jasmine hurry off ahead of you. You smile to yourself and shake your head. They think they got away with it. You know they didn't, but you don't want them to know that you know... not yet. If you had confronted them just then, they may have been less likely to participate in the discussion today. Better to wait until after class to broach the subject. Your afternoon office hours are free today, so you can make them both come to the office to discuss their infraction and punishment. You walk the rest of the way to the Psychology building and head to your classroom. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class1">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="admin building" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenwalk.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to focus the discussion on each student's idea of what makes a healthy romantic relationship. Though your students are young, they have some experience with this (most of them anyway) so it will be a valuable discussion for them to have. The bus drops you off in front of Bellend Tower. You look up at it and smile. Cheers, big brick dick! You head towards the other side of campus where the Psychology Building is located. On the way there, you bump into Lauren on her way to class. <<you "Hello Lauren.">> you say. <<lauren "Hi Professor.">> she replies with a little smile. <<if $lesson3==2>>After what happened yesterday in your office, you figured things might be a little weird between you and her, but she seems to be committed to keeping the secret, thank God.<<else>>You smile back.<</if>> The two of you walk together the rest of the way to the Psychology building. You make a little small talk while you're walking, but Lauren doesn't really seem to be the talkative type. You're perfectly fine with just enjoying each other's company on the short walk to class. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class1">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>Your afternoon schedule seems like it's pretty full today. With Alyssa and Kaylee both coming in to talk to you... it's gonna be a very interesting session. Alyssa actually let her guard down today in class... if only for a few minutes. But that's something. She's not invulnerable, and you know that behind that prickly exterior, there's a sad girl with a dead dad and an emotionally abusive mom. It's probably pretty hard being Alyssa, and that's probably why she tries to make life hard for everyone else. Kaylee... well... Kaylee is less complicated. She's actually a pretty straight shooter. Sure, she's obsessed with freaky sex... and she seems to just do whatever Alyssa tells her to... but she's really starting to grow on you. She's really funny, even (or especially) when she's not trying to be. Though she has anxieties and concerns just like everyone else, she really seems to have a "give zero fucks" attitude when it comes to what other people think about her. She's fearless and you really admire that. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Right around 2:00pm, there comes the expected knock on your office door. Before you can say anything, the door swings open; Kaylee and Alyssa saunter in. Kaylee closes the door behind them and they both sit down. Here we go, you think... try not to get fired. <<you "Hello Alyssa, Kaylee.">> you say with a polite smile. <<alyssa "Hi Professor.">> Alyssa says. <<kaylee "What's up, Doc?">> Kaylee says with a big smile. <<you "I thought I was 'teach.'">> you say. <<kaylee "Yeah, but now that I found out you have a Doctorate, I thought this would be funnier.">> Kaylee says. She smiles at you and you can't help but smile back. <<alyssa "So are you two just gonna flirt all afternoon, or can I get in there?">> Alyssa asks. <<kaylee "It's your session.">> Kaylee says. You shoot her a questioning look. <<you "Wait, I thought you had something to talk about too, right Kaylee?">> you ask. She smiles mischeviously. <<kaylee "Nope. I just wanted to come watch the show.">> she says. You frown at her. This is not what you expected, but it seems like something Kaylee would do, so maybe you should have expected it. <<you "Kaylee, these sessions are intended to be places where people can talk privately with me. I think maybe you should leave, or at least wait outside.">> you say. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "She can stay. I don't care.">> Alyssa says. OK then. I guess I'm dealing with both of them. But Alyssa seems to be the focus. She was pretty tight-lipped about what it was exactly that she wanted to discuss. Hopefully she was being serious and not just fucking with you. You're still pretty convinced she's trying to get you fired, and this might just be another of her schemes towards that end. You need to be careful here. <<you "Well if it's OK with Alyssa, it's OK with me. You can stay, Kaylee.">> you say. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeneutral.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaseduce.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeknowing.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Great! Hey, have you got any snacks?">> she asks. What is this, a movie theater? <<you "No, Kaylee. No snacks.">> you say. She looks a little disappointed. <<kaylee "Oh, OK.">> she says. You smile at her, then direct your attention back to Alyssa. <<you "So Alyssa, what's up?">> you ask. She smiles at you. You always get a little more nervous when Alyssa smiles at you. <<alyssa "I wanted to talk more about what we were discussing today in class.">> she says. <<you "OK, about what makes for a healthy relationship? What did you want to discuss further?">> you ask. She smiles again. <<alyssa "Well we never got to hear what YOU think about it.">> she says. <<you "It's your discussion, Alyssa; you and the other students. It's not really important what I think.">> you say. You're trying to avoid opening yourself up to any of Alyssa's planned manipulation. <<alyssa "But you're older... and wiser.">> she says. Kaylee giggles a little. You look at her and she stops. <<kaylee "Sorry, Professor.">> Kaylee says. You look back at Alyssa. <<alyssa "Don't mind her. I want to know what you think. It would really mean a lot to me.">> Alyssa says. She puts on an innocent little smile. <<alyssa "Please?">> FUCK. Oh well. No matter what I say here, she's gonna try to find some way to manipulate it so it looks like I'm hitting on her. Better to just get it over with. <<you "OK, Alyssa. Here's what I think.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "alyssakaylee office5b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssaseduce.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssaseduce.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeknowing.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "There are a lot of things that contribute to a healthy relationship, but in my opinion, the most important one is open communication about how each person feels.">> you say. Alyssa smiles wide and Kaylee looks away, not making eye contact with you. You sense that something is amiss, but you continue, nonetheless. <<you "When we are unclear about our feelings, we tend to make assumptions based not on what's actually happening, but on what we perceive is happening. And that perception is often tainted by our own personal issues and insecurities.">> you say. Alyssa is looking right at you. She's smiling that same little devil grin that she usually has on her face when she's about to try to fuck with you. Kaylee's still not looking at either of you; it's almost as if she's trying to hold herself back from getting involved in the conversation. <<you "So does that help?">> you ask Alyssa. <<alyssa "Oh yes, Professor. That really helps me.">> she says. Kaylee lets out a little laugh, but quickly stifles it. You feel like you're about to get ambushed. <<alyssa "But there's something else I want to know too, Professor.">> Alyssa says. <<you "What's that?">> you ask. <<alyssa "What type of woman do you like?">> she asks. That's a pretty loaded question in this situation. You don't really want to answer it. <<you "Alyssa, that's pretty personal. I don't think that's really appropriate for us to be discussing.">> you say. <<alyssa "Come on, Professor. We tell you all this personal stuff in class every day. You can't tell me this one little thing?">> she asks. She has that same little fake innocent smile on. This is trouble for sure. <<you "Yes, but you're students and I'm a teacher. The discussion is about you all, not me.">> you say. <<alyssa "That's not very progressive of you, Professor. How are we supposed to trust you and open up to you if you're not gonna do the same for us?">> she asks. Fuck she's good. She's kinda backed you into a corner here. If you keep denying her, she'll use it as an excuse to shut down during class. But if you start letting her in on your personal life... well... that could have it's own set of consequences. Still, you're basically lying about everything else in your life, so you could kinda lie here too. <<you "OK, Alyssa. To be honest, I don't really have one specific 'type' when it comes to women. I think that when you have chemistry with someone else, things like hair color or body shape, don't really matter.">> you say. Keeping it vague. Good move. <<alyssa "So you're open to dating really any kind of woman... or girl?">> she asks. Shit. The way she said, 'or girl,' at the end there makes you nervous. Vague may have backfired. <<you "What are you getting at, Alyssa?">> you ask. <<alyssa "I'm not 'getting at' anything, Professor. I just want to get to know you better. How am I supposed to trust you and open up if I don't even know you?">> she asks. She looks right at you with her devil smile. Kaylee continues to stifle her laughter in the background. She must find this all incredibly amusing. <<you "OK fine. You're right. I do want you to trust me, and I shouldn't expect that trust to come without something in return. So... yes, Alyssa... I'm open to dating any woman with whom I have chemistry.">> you say. <<kaylee "Or girl.">> Kaylee adds. You look at her like you wish she wasn't in the room right now. She smiles. <<alyssa "OK, Professor. Thank you for being so honest with me. I feel like I'm getting to know the real you.">> Alyssa says. Great. Fucking great. <<link "CONTINUE" "alyssakaylee office5c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssaseduce1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssahappy1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssastrip1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssastrip2.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssaseduce1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <</nobr>>Alyssa sits there smiling at you like a little demon while Kaylee continues to linger in the background looking entertained by the whole thing. Alyssa speaks up again. <<alyssa "Can I ask you one more thing, Professor?">> You really want to say no, but... <<you "Sure, Alyssa. What is it?">> <<alyssa "Do you think it's OK for an older man to get turned on by younger women? Like say... $alyssa.age-year-olds?">> she asks. Well... that wasn't very subtle at all. Alyssa's really trying to end your whole fucking career, you're sure of it. She looks at you, awaiting your response. Kaylee is also paying close attention. You try to think of the most diplomatic response to her question. <<you "I think that people are not really in control of what turns them on. And as long as no laws are being broken, and there is no unethical or immoral action happening... then there's no harm in it.">> you say. Alyssa smiles wider than ever now. Alyssa gets up from her seat, still smiling at you. <<alyssa "I'm so glad you said that, Professor.">> she says. She runs her fingers up and down her chest, seductively. She's looking right at you as she starts unbuttoning her blouse. Kaylee giggles in the background. <<alyssalustGain 1>> You watch in disbelief as Alyssa starts to take off her blouse. You knew she was trying to fuck with you, and you were pretty sure it was because she's trying to get you fired. You're not going to let that happen. Right? RIGHT?! Oh, yeah right. Alyssa has her blouse unbuttoned and you can see her lacy aquamarine bra covering her cute little teen titties. Your cock is getting harder. You know you need to stop this, but Alyssa is looking really hot right now. She starts to take off her blouse. You're thinking about what those little nipples might look like. You want to suck and nibble on them. Then you want to tear the rest of Alyssa's clothes off and gorilla fuck her over your desk. Then, it hits you: Kaylee's here too. There's a witness. YOU CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN. You snap back to your senses and address Alyssa in a firm tone of voice. <<you "Alyssa, this is the immoral and unethical stuff I was talking about. I think it's time for you to leave.">> you say. Alyssa puts on a cute pouty face. She's still totally fucking with you. <<alyssa "I don't know what you mean, Professor.">> she says. <<you "I think you do. And I don't appreciate what you're doing. Now please leave.">> you say. She shrugs and gets up to go. <<alyssa "OK fine. If that's what you want.">> she says. As she's leaving, she bends over to pick up her schoolbag from the floor, giving you a view up her skirt. Then she smiles at you and looks at Kaylee, waiting for her to leave too. <<kaylee "I'm gonna stick around for a bit. I need to ask Professor $you.fakelastName something.">> Kaylee says. Alyssa frowns at her, but doesn't protest. <<alyssa "Whatever">> she says, and heads out the door, closing it behind her. You're alone in the office with Kaylee now. After Alyssa's little peepshow, you can only imagine what Kaylee has in mind. She smiles at you and you look at her, nervously. Here we go again. <<link "CONTINUE" "alyssakaylee office5d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeknowing.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesmile1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeknowing.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesmile1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <</nobr>>The two of you sit silently, staring at each other, waiting for the other to speak. Kaylee speaks first. <<kaylee "She's not trying to get you fired, if that's what you think.">> she says. HOLY SHIT. How did Kaylee know what you were thinking?! She's more perceptive than you gave her credit for. You don't really want to admit it to her... but she is Alyssa's best friend, so if anyone knows what Alyssa's intentions are... it would be Kaylee. Best to try to get some information out of her. <<you "You sure about that?">> you ask with a little smile. <<kaylee "Totally. She's just fucking with you. That's what she does. It's how she has her fun.">> she says. <<you "I'm not sure I believe you.">> you say. Kaylee raises her eyebrows. <<kaylee "Why not? I've always been straight with you, Professor... haven't I?">> she asks. It's true, she has... for the most part. <<you "You have. But I'm still not convinced.">> you say. Kaylee looks right at you. <<kaylee "Think about it this way: if she got you fired, then she wouldn't be able to fuck with you anymore. You're like... her toy. She's not gonna break her own toy, right?">> she says. That actually makes a lot of sense. You're surprised you hadn't thought of that yourself. <<you "OK, maybe it's true she's not trying to get me fired... but I can't tell if she just wants to fuck with me...">> you pause, <<you "...or FUCK me.">> you say. Kaylee smiles at you. <<kaylee "Both, I think.">> she says. Your eyes widen. Alyssa really does want to fuck you. Kaylee is the one person who probably knows Alyssa's true intentions too, so this is probably for real. Your cock hardens at the thought. Kaylee keeps smiling at you. <<kaylee "You just got a boner, didn't you?">> she says. How the fuck did she know?! You try to play it cool. <<you "Of course not, Kaylee. Don't be crude.">> you say. Kaylee stands up and walks over to your desk. She does it so suddenly you don't have a chance to stop her. She looks down at your crotch and sees the tent you've pitched. She laughs. <<kaylee "Uh oh! Someone wants to come out and play!">> she says with a giggle. <<kaylee "I knew you were a pervy professor!">> she says. You blush hard. It's very uncomfortable for you in this office right now. You kinda wish you could be anywhere else. Kaylee seems to sense this and doubles down. <<kaylee "Hey let me ask you something, Professor...">> she says, <<kaylee "Do you think that I'm hotter than Mikayla?">> Shit. She's still hung up on that little exchange with Lauren from earlier today. Honestly, up until now, you did think that Mikayla was hotter than Kaylee... but now that Kaylee's alone in your office... she seems significantly hotter than she was just a few minutes ago. You're still really scared that whatever is happening now could end up getting you fired... but Kaylee's looking so goddamn sexy. You know what she wants to hear, and your cock is in charge of your thoughts now. Your brain never really had a chance. <<you "Yeah, I think you're hotter, Kaylee.">> you say. Kaylee gets a big smile on her face. <<kayleelustGain 1>> <<kaylee "That's the right answer, Professor!">> She exclaims. She goes over to the door, locks it, and starts taking off her clothes. <<link "CONTINUE" "alyssakaylee office5e">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleenude.jpg" alt="kaylee nude" class="left"> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleethursday521.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleethursday522.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleethursday523.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleethursday524.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleethursday525.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleethursday526.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleethursday527.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleethursday528.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Before you can even think about what's happening, Kaylee's stripped down and is proceeding to strip your clothes off your body as well. You don't even try to stop her. Even though you know this is VERY wrong, you also know deep down that it's gonna happen no matter what. All you can manage to say is, <<you "No one can know about this.">> Kaylee looks at you like you're slow or something. <<kaylee "Yeah, no shit, Professor! You think I'm gonna tell anyone?">> she asks. She's probably not... not after the talk you just had. <<kaylee "I'm not.">> she says. <<kaylee "Now get your fucking clothes off so I can suck your cock!">> OK. FINE. You let Kaylee strip the rest of your clothes off and you sit down. She kneels between your legs and starts to suck you off. Your cock is already as hard as diamond, and the feeling of her warm, wet mouth on it is sending waves of intense pleasure rushing through your body. Kaylee is all business, a real pro... like literally a pro. She keeps looking you right in the eyes as she works. It's making you even hornier. You can't wait to see what she has planned next. After she sucks you off for a few minutes, she gets up and walks over to the couch. Her gorgeous ass leads you over there as well. You're transfixed by every one of it's little jiggles and wiggles. You take a good long look at it as she kneels down on the couch and gets ready for you. She looks over her shoulder and smiles. <<kaylee "I knew from the first day in class that you wanted to fuck my pussy.">> She says. <<kaylee "So what are you waiting for?">> she asks. Good question. She sticks her ass up at you and you line your cock up with her dripping wet pussy. You really have been waiting to do this. Ever since you realized Kaylee was probably the sluttiest girl you ever met. Of course, that was like 5 minutes after you met her. So... this has been a long time coming. She gently spreads herself for you and you slide inside. <<kaylee "Oh my god it's so big, Professor!">> she says. You know given her history that she's just flattering you, but you're happy to play along. You pound away at her from behind, going faster and deeper with every stroke. She keeps looking over her shoulder at you and moaning in ecstasy. You can't tell if she's really enjoying it this much, or if she's just really good at faking. Well, she's certainly good at faking, given her... profession. But you like the thought that you're making Kaylee the superslut feel pleasure like she's never felt before, so you just go with it and keep pounding her until you're about to cum. Before you explode inside her, you pull out and take a break. She giggles and starts rubbing her tight little asshole in front of you. You know where this is going, and after your little rest period, you're ready to get back in the game. <<kaylee "How bad do you wanna fuck this tight little hole?">> she asks, continuing to finger her puckered anus. You don't respond, verbally. You simply shove your wet cock in and roughly plow in and out of her asshole. Now she's moaning for real; you're convinced. You can feel her warm asshole gripping your cock, her muscles convulsing and tightening around it with every thrust. <<kaylee "OH FUCK! YES, PROFESSOR! FUCK MY DIRTY LITTLE HOLE! FUCK MY SLUTTY ASSHOLE!">> she screams. You're afraid that someone outside in the hall may hear her sreaming all this filth, so you reach around and cover her mouth. She keeps yelling what you are sure are the dirtiest things she can think of, but now muffled and unintelligible. Her body shudders as she orgasms. You can feel her tongue licking your hand as you continue to try to keep her quiet. You're about to bust now as well, so you pull your cock out of her now gaping asshole. It makes a wet "pop" sound as you do. Kaylee knows exactly what time it is. She slides off the couch and onto her knees on the floor in front of you. You jerk your cock right in front of her open mouth as she eagerly awaits your load. You finally bust your nut and release all your cum into her slutty little mouth. She fucking loves it, giggling and playing with it, letting it drip down her face. You flop to the floor, exhausted and spent. Kaylee swallows your cum, and starts to get dressed. Before you know it, she's back in her clothes. She looks at you, smiles and winks. Then, she leaves the office without saying another word. You lie there, naked, on the floor. Your limp, wet cock dribbling a few spare drops of cum onto your stomach. Better get dressed, you think. Just in case anyone decides to drop in. <<kayleetrustGain 1>> <<kayleeobedienceGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <</nobr>>After that long and quite interesting afternoon office session, you shut down your computer and gather up your things. It's getting late, so you make your way over to the other side of campus to catch the shuttle bus home. Things are starting to get very spicy with some of your students. It's a development that could certainly complicate things for you moving forward. When you chose Harrington as your new home, it seemed like the perfect place for someone looking to disappear. The fact that you'd be teaching sex to a bunch of 18 and 19-year-old young women was just a bonus, really. You figured it would be nice to have some eye candy while you do your job. You never really expected anything sexual to develop, especially not so quickly. But it seems like your students - and the women on this little island, in general - have some serious sexual desires that are not being met. Now you're quickly becoming the object of their desires, it seems. For now, that's fucking awesome. Shit, you've got your dick wet more in the last few days than you had in the previous few months. But there's bound to be consequences for all this fucking around. You need to make sure that you mitigate those consequences as much as possible. As you arrive at Bellend Tower and saunter up to the bus stop, there's Casey. She's smiling at you in a way that makes you a bit uncomfortable, given what you were just pondering. <<if $lesson4==2>>Even though Kaylee assured you that Alyssa is not really trying to get you fired... and, given that Alyssa seems to be the leader of their little gang, the rest of them probably don't want to see you sacked either. You're still nervous though.<<else>><</if>> Casey might be a little devil, you never know. <<casey "Well hello there, Sex Teacher!">> she says. <<you "Good evening, Casey.">> you say, politely. She keeps smiling at you. <<casey "So... how happy are you that we're, like, neighbors?">> she asks. You try to remain emotionless. <<you "I didn't really think about it to be honest.">> you lie. She looks at you like she totally doesn't believe you. <<casey "Bullshit! I saw you hiding behind the bus stop yesterday, hoping I wouldn't see you!">> she exclaims. <<casey "You scared of little old me?">> she asks. FUCK ME. How the fuck did she see me? Well, it looks like this bus ride is gonna be a little more awkward than you'd originally expected. Casey is still looking at you for a response when the bus pulls up. You smile sheepishly at her and board the bus, hoping that she will just drop it. She doesn't. She gets on the bus too and follows you to your seat. She sits down in the row in front of you. As the bus pulls away from the stop, she turns around and gets up on her knees. She looks right at you over the back of her seat. <<casey "So? Why are you so nervous?">> she asks. <<you "I'm not.">> you lie... again. She lets out a laugh. <<casey "Yeah you are! Look at you! You can't even look me in the eye!">> she says with a big smile. <<you "It's just been a long day. I don't really feel like talking... to anyone.">> you say. She gets up from her seat in front of you and sits down right next to you. She keeps smiling at you. <<casey "What are you so worried about?">> she asks. You realize you're not going to be able to deflect this conversation any longer. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday412.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/wednesday4/rubcock.jpg" alt="rubbing your cock" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Look, Casey, I recognize that you're trying to be... friendly... with me. But I'm a teacher and you're a student at Harrington. So there are some who would see this as inappropriate.">> you say. She doesn't look like she's going to back off. <<casey "Fuck 'em! They can't tell us what to do!">> she says. <<you "Casey, even if nothing actually inappropriate were to happen... even the appearance of such a thing would be a big problem for me. I could be fired.">> you say. You're not really sure if that's true, but you don't want to risk it. <<casey "You're not gonna get fired. Don't be silly!">> she says. You're not sure you believe her, and your expression says so. <<you "What makes you so sure, huh Casey? Are you an expert on these things?">> you say, with more than a hint of sarcasm. She smiles at you. <<casey "Let's just say I know a lot about how things work at this school... and in this town.">> she says. Well, that's fucking cryptic. Her expression belies some sort of secret; something she's not telling you. You noticed it yesterday as well, when she was giving you a ride to campus. There's something up with this girl, but you're not sure what it is. <<you "Well... pardon me if I don't just take your word for it. The consequences of me getting fired are, well, more than just the loss of a job in this situation.">> you say. Why you gave that away to her, you're not sure. She looks at you, puzzled, but decides not to push on that particular topic. Instead, she changes the subject. <<casey "OK, well... whatever that means, it's not important. What is important is that it's my birthday tomorrow!!">> she says with a huge, proud smile. <<you "Happy Birthday.">> you say. She looks like she wants you to follow up and continue the conversation, but you're just hoping it will die off. <<casey "Aren't you gonna ask me how old I'm gonna be?">> she asks. Might as well, now that it's clear she's not letting this go. <<you "How old are you going to be, Casey?">> you ask. <<casey "I'm gonna be $casey.age years old!">> she says. <<you "That's great.">> you say with a polite smile. <<casey "And I'm having a party at my house tomorrow night!">> she says. <<casey "Are you gonna come?">> she asks. <<you "Casey, that really wouldn't be appropriate. I'm not sure I should even know about that. Are students even allowed to have parties here?">> you ask. She smiles mischeviously. <<casey "Not usually. But I can.">> she says. <<you "What makes you so special?">> you ask. She thinks for a moment. <<casey "My parents are rich.">> she says. It's the same reason she gave you yesterday for why she's allowed to live off campus and have her own car. Obviously she has these special privileges for a reason, you're just not sure that "my parents are rich" is really the reason. <<you "Well... I still think it would be inappropriate.">> you say. <<casey "Aww... come on!">> she says. She puts her hand on your thigh. <<casey "We need a chaperone to make sure we're not being bad!">> she says. The combination of her touching your thigh and talking about "being bad" makes your cock perk up. Thankfully not enough for her to notice. That would be really awkward, you think to yourself. <<you "Very funny, Casey. But you know I can't go to a party with students.">> you say. You're trying to get her to understand. She doesn't seem to be backing off, in fact... she's getting more agressive. She slides her hand up your thigh to your crotch and rubs your cock through your pants. There's nothing you can do now to stop your boner... and it is, as you expected, really awkward. <<casey "See! You might be saying, 'no,' but this little guy is definitely saying, 'yes!'">> she says with a giggle. She rubs your cock firmly. You let out an involuntary moan. Thankfully, you two are the only ones on the bus, and the driver is too focused on driving to notice. <<you "Oh God, Casey!">> you say. <<you "You shouldn't be doing this!">> <<casey "I know. That's why it's fun!">> she says with a little giggle. This is major trouble, you think. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/thinking.jpg" alt="You're thinking hard." class="left"> <</nobr>>The bus is arriving at your stop, and you extricate yourself from Casey's clutches. She follows you off the bus and you both stand there as it pulls away and drives out of sight. You look at Casey. <<you "Well, goodnight Casey.">> you say and turn to leave. She grabs your arm to stop you. <<casey "I'm serious about the party though. We really need a chaperone!">> she says. <<casey "Some of these girls can get pretty wild!">> she says. YOU THINK?!?! <<you "OK. I'll think about it.">> you say. You really just want to get out of this situation. Casey gives you a big smile. <<casey "Great! I'll see you tomorrow night then!">> she says. She leans in and kisses you on the cheek, and before you can say anything, she giggles and runs across the street to her house, leaving you alone at the bus stop. You stand there for a minute or two thinking. Trying to be the nice guy is not gonna work in this situation. It's just going to encourage her. Conversely... trying to be tough and rough with her probably won't work either, given the fact that she seems to have some sort of special privilege here. You're not going to be able to just bully her into submission. You walk slowly to your apartment thinking about the situation. It seems like you're going to have to attend this party, reagardless of what future problems it might cause for you. Maybe Casey's right; maybe you can just be a chaperone. That'll work... right? RIGHT? ... Oh who the fuck am I kidding? This is gonna be trouble. ... But it might be FUN trouble. And what's life without a little fun. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg courtyard>> <img src="images/intro/apartmentext.jpg" alt="apartment complex" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/rogermickey.jpg" alt="mickey and roger" class="left"> <img src="images/thursday5/carneasada.jpg" alt="carne asada" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/rogermickey.jpg" alt="mickey and roger" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're about to enter your apartment when you notice a wonderfully enticing smell eminating from the courtyard. It's the smokey, savory smell of some sort of meat cooking on one of the barbeques over there. Since you missed lunch today, the smell makes your voracious hunger even worse. Then it hits you. You are basically out of food at home. It's been a few days since you went shopping, and all of your leftovers have been consumed. Goddamn it! You peek around the corner and you see that the barbecue is being manned by your neighbors Mickey and Roger, the nice couple who shared their beers with you the other night. You really don't want to be a moocher, but you're also starving right now. Maybe they'll take pity on you. You head over to them to say hello. They're focused on the cooking and don't notice you approach. <<you "That smells amazing, guys! What are you making?">> you ask. They both turn around and, recognizing you, they greet you with warm smiles. <<mickey "Hey! Look who it is!">> Mickey says. <<roger "$you.fakefirstName! How are you? It's good to see you again!">> Roger says. You shake their hands. Mickey pats you on the back. <<you "Good to see you both as well! Seriously though, what is that you're making?">> you say, sniffing the air. <<roger "My world famous carne asada!">> Roger says. <<roger "Second batch is almost done!">> <<mickey "Here, give it a try.">> Mickey says. He holds out a plate with what you assume is the first batch on it. You take a forkfull off the plate and try it. It's FUCKING DELICIOUS! <<you "HOLY FUCK THAT'S GOOD!">> you exclaim. It's taking all your restraint not to just grab the plate and run away with it. Roger and Mickey laugh. <<mickey "I know, right?">> Mickey says. <<roger "This is how I got him to marry me!">> Roger says with a laugh. You and Mickey both laugh along. <<mickey "There's plenty here, if you want to join us.">> Mickey says. You do... you SO do. But you need to be polite. <<you "I would hate to be a bother. You guys were so generous the other night.">> you say. <<roger "Nonsense! Come and join us. We'd love to hear how everything's going for you on our little island.">> Roger says. <<you "Well, if you insist!">> you say. They smile at you and say, in unison, "We insist!" <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home4">><</link>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg classroom>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div> <</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson4==1>> <<speech "You">>OK. Four more of you still need to go. Who's next?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I'll go.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Thanks, Grace. Go ahead.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I don't really have any... sex things to talk about...<</speech>> Grace looks over at Kaylee nervously. She's probably afraid Kaylee will make fun of her again. Kaylee just remains silent and listens to Grace. <div class="thought">I think Kaylee may have realized that not everyone takes her jokes as just jokes.</div> <<speech "Grace">>But there is one thing that I really regret... and it's about a relationship, sort of.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Is it about that time you kissed a girl?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Oh no. I don't regret that at all.<</speech>> Alyssa gives Grace the slightest of smiles. Only you and Grace notice it. <<if $lesson1==1>><<speech "Sophia">>But isn't that why you ended up here?<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Sophia">>But didn't that really make your parents mad?<</speech>><</if>> <<speech "Grace">>Yes. But I still don't regret it.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It may have made things harder for me... but I think I ended up where I am for a reason.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>What's that?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I don't know yet. But God has a plan for all of us.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>And now I've made some friends! So I'm happy.<</speech>> The class smiles at Grace, even Alyssa. <div class="thought">Funny how much can change in just a few days.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>So what is it that you regret?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, before I kissed Becca... that was her name, Becca...<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>There was this boy who I was friends with at my church. His name was Thomas.<</speech>> Kaylee looks like she's going to ask something. <<speech "Grace">>Kaylee... please don't ask me about his... penis.<</speech>> Kaylee refrains and just nods at Grace. Grace smiles back at her. <<speech "Grace">>Thomas and I were friends for many years. He was very nice and sweet.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>And I think he liked me more than just friends, you know?<</speech>> <<if $lesson1==1>><<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Grace, you told us about him.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>He took you to your church dance, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Oh... no. That was a different boy.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Grace! Two guys?! You little slut!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Just kidding. Keep going!<</speech>><<else>><</if>> <<speech "Grace">>I really liked him too.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>You mean you liked him the same way he liked you?<</speech>> Grace thinks for a moment. <<speech "Grace">>Maybe I did... I don't know.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>How could you not know?<</speech>> Grace looks at Olivia. <<speech "Grace">>I just didn't know. I had never been in love before... so how could I know?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I guess that makes sense.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>But did you want to fu... have sex with him?<</speech>> Even though she softened her language for Grace's little churchmouse ears, Grace still shivers a little when Kaylee says "sex." <<speech "Grace">>I don't know.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Was he hot?<</speech>> Grace thinks about it for a few moments. <<speech "Alyssa">>So that's a no.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I didn't say that!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, but if he was hot you wouldn't have to think about it.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>She's right.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Maybe.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>It's OK, Grace. Sometimes you don't realize you think someone is hot until you get to know them.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah. Hot isn't always about looks and dick sizes.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah it is.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Come on, Kaylee. Really?<</speech>> Kaylee thinks about it for a moment. <<speech "Kaylee">>OK, maybe someone can get hotter when you get to know them a little.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, I didn't think Thomas was too handsome right away. Not that he was ugly or anything, he was just a normal boy.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But he was really funny, and he was very kind. I liked that.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>So what happened with him?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well... he was there when I kissed Becca... or when she kissed me, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But I suppose I kissed her back. Either way, he saw the whole thing.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Was he pissed?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>No... but he looked so sad.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>When Becca and I kissed, I was so happy! It was a feeling like I had never felt before.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But after it happened, I saw Thomas. And the look on his face...<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>I felt so bad for him.<</speech>> The class sits silently for a moment digesting this. <<speech "Alyssa">>You shouldn't feel bad for him, Grace. You did what you wanted to do and it made you happy, so fuck him!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>But he was my friend! And I think I really hurt his feelings.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Feelings get hurt, Grace. That's the way the world works.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Maybe... but I don't want to be the one who hurts someone else. Especially not someone I care about.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>But you can't always control that, Grace. You can do your best, but... <</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, Grace, it's not your fault. It kinda sucks for him, but you can't live your life just to try to make other people happy, especially if you're gonna deny yourself your own happiness.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But... maybe I should have... I don't know. Maybe I could have kissed Thomas too... and that would make him happy, maybe?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Grace really has a very naive conception of sex and love.</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>But you can't just do something like that just because you want to make someone happy. Especially if you don't really love them.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah you can.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I fuck guys all the time just to make them happy. I don't love any of them. But when they're happy, they treat me real nice and buy me tons of shit. It fucking rules!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But that's like... PROSTITUTION!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, I know. It's awesome!<</speech>> Mikayla is at a loss for words. <<speech "You">>OK, let's get back on topic. Grace? Please continue.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, that's it, really. I made Thomas sad, and he kinda stopped talking to me.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>He was still polite and kind to me, but he just stopped being the funny, sweet Thomas who I really liked.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>And it made me sad.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>So that's the thing I regret.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>So you DO regret kissing that girl then.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Not kissing her, no. I just wish... I guess I wish that I could've kept it a secret from Thomas, so I wouldn't hurt his feelings.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But if you'd done that and he found out anyway, he'd probably be even more hurt because you were lying to him.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, Grace. If you kept it a secret, he'd probably feel really betrayed.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I guess you're right. I just wish there would have been a way that we all could have been happy.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Just fuck both of them. Problem solved.<</speech>> The whole class laughs. Grace blushes hard. <div class="thought">I think Grace likes that idea more than the class realizes.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, thanks Grace. That's all for you today.<</speech>> <<gracetrustGain 1>> <<laurentrustGain 1>> <<speech "You">>Who's next?<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class8">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson4==2>> <div class="thought">The discussion is getting a little off topic.</div> <div class="thought">But since Alyssa has agreed to open up and talk about something personal, I'm gonna let it go.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>I'm not gonna say a lot, OK? So don't you all get your hopes up.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But Grace... you say you think nothing bothers me?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, not exactly. It's more like...<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>You're tough. And no matter what happens to you, it's like you don't let it affect you.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Is that what you think?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>That's what it seems like to me.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I mean, I've gotten pretty used to people making fun of me...<</speech>> Alyssa looks uncomfortable and a little ashamed. The "people" Grace is talking about is Alyssa and her friends. <<speech "Grace">>... I can usually make it seem like it doesn't hurt...<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But it always does. You just seem like nothing hurts you... like ever.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well it may seem that way...<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But it's not.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Shit hurts my feelings just like anyone else.<</speech>> The whole class seems a bit surprised, even Kaylee. <<speech "Kaylee">>But you never talk about any of that.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Of course I don't! If people knew how I really felt...<</speech>> Alyssa puts her bitch armor back up. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Forget it. It's stupid. I shouldn't have said anything.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well, at least she admitted that she has feelings. That's a start.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Alyssa. Thank you for that. Do you think you could talk about healthy relationships?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Why?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Because that's the topic for the discussion today, remember?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So would you like to say something about that?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>No.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Please, Alyssa?<</speech>> Alyssa looks right at Grace. <<speech "Alyssa">>Look, Grace, just because I agreed to stop making fun of you doesn't mean we're friends, OK?<</speech>> Grace looks sad. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Oh.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>OK.<</speech>> Grace still can't look at Alyssa. Alyssa sees how upset she is. <div class="thought">I think Alyssa may be starting to crack a little.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh fuck, Grace! Will you fucking stop it with the sad little girl thing!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>I'm sorry, Alyssa.<</speech>> Grace still can't look at Alyssa. Alyssa is having trouble maintaining her armor. <<speech "Alyssa">>Goddamn it! Fine!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>FUCK!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I'll say something, if Grace fucking promises to stop guilt tripping me!<</speech>> Grace looks up at Alyssa and smiles. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "You">>Thank you, Alyssa.<</speech>> <<alyssatrustGain 1>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Look, the reason I didn't want to talk about healthy relationships is because I don't know what to say!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well fuck, Jasmine... what do you think I mean?!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>We don't know unless you tell us.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>You can tell us, Alyssa.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Tell us.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I mean... I don't know much about it. About relationships, that's all.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What do you mean? You've dated a bunch of guys before.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything.<</speech>> Alyssa is noticeably uncomfortable. The class is all looking at her. <<speech "Alyssa">>What do you want me to say?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Just tell us something about one of your relationships.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, just one little thing.<</speech>> Alyssa looks increasingly upset, like a cornered animal. <<speech "You">>Just one thing, Alyssa. It might make you feel better.<</speech>> <div class="thought">This might be too tough for her to talk about today. But I'd like to see if she can do it.</div> Alyssa grits her teeth. Then, suddenly, she explodes. <<speech "Alyssa">>FINE!!!<</speech>> The class is startled. Alyssa looks around at each of them with anger and contempt. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaupset.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>What do you want to hear about?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>My fucked up love life?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>How about my fucked up family?!<</speech>> The class is stunned. They sit silently as Alyssa's emotional outburst continues. <<speech "Alyssa">>Let's talk about how my mom and dad hated each other!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And how I fucking hate her!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>She's a greedy cunt, and she treated him like shit! Not that any of that matters anymore, cause he's fucking dead!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>He left me alone with that evil bitch!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So that's my fucked up idea of what relationships are like! Is that enough for you all?!<</speech>> Alyssa is starting to cry. <<speech "Alyssa">>You want me talk about healthy relationships?!?!<</speech>> The class is silent. No one responds. <<speech "Alyssa">>WELL I CAN'T!!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I've never been in a healthy relationship, so how the fuck would I know what to say here?!?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I treat people like shit!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>All I do is use them!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And then when they're all used up, I throw them away!!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And anytime I really love someone, I just blow the whole thing up because all I can think about is how they're going to hurt me!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So I just end it before they get a chance to.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And it doesn't even fucking matter if I love them or not, because there's no fucking way that they love me back!<</speech>> Alyssa lets out a desperate laugh through her tears. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmileeyesclosed.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>How could they?<</speech>> Alyssa shakes her head and looks away from everyone. The room is silent for a few moments. <<speech "Alyssa">>So is that what you all wanted?!<</speech>> No one knows what to say. <<speech "Alyssa">>NO ONE should ever listen to me about relationships.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Because the only thing I'm good at is ruining them.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Taking relationship advice from me is just about the stupidest fucking thing anyone can do! Unless you're looking for the best way to fuck everything up and make everyone miserable!<</speech>> The class is silent. Everyone is looking at Alyssa with pain and sorrow in their expression. She can't face any of them, so she just looks at the ground and cries, softly. Kaylee puts her hand on Alyssa's back to try to comfort her, but Alyssa forcefully pulls away. Kaylee takes her hand away and just sits there looking helpless. Grace gets up from her seat and walks over to Alyssa. She tries to comfort her the same way Kaylee did, but Alyssa, again, recoils. Grace tries again, and this time Alyssa stands up and physically pushes Grace away. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaupset.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Get the fuck away from me, Grace!<</speech>> Alyssa walks to the corner of the room, unable to look at anyone. After a moment, Grace follows her. Alyssa sees her coming. <<speech "Alyssa">>I said leave me alone!<</speech>> Grace takes another step closer to Alyssa. <<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck off, Grace! I'm serious!<</speech>> Grace takes another step. She's standing right in front of Alyssa now. Alyssa has her hands up like she's about to shove Grace away. There are tears rolling down both of their faces. Alyssa's voice is just a whisper now. <<speech "Alyssa">>~~Go away. I don't need your help.~~<</speech>> Grace reaches out and hugs Alyssa tightly. Alyssa doesn't resist this time. She just starts sobbing. Grace is crying too. The whole class is crying. Hell, you're even crying a little. This goes on for several minutes. No one says anything. The only sound in the classroom is Alyssa sobbing and everyone else sniffling. <div class="thought">I never expected Alyssa to show that kind of emotion.</div> <div class="thought">It's good though. She's been bottling it all up.</div> <div class="thought">She really needed this release.</div> After a while, everyone calms back down. Alyssa and Grace return to their seats. There's a few moments of silence while everyone is trying to figure out what to do next. <<speech "You">>Well, that's not what I expected, but I'm glad it happened.<</speech>> You look at Alyssa. <<speech "You">>Thanks for sharing that side of you, Alyssa.<</speech>> She looks back at you, wiping her eye and sniffling. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> You give her a little smile, she doesn't smile back, but she doesn't scowl either. <<alyssatrustGain 1>> <<alyssalustGain 1>> <div class="thought">Time to get this discussion back on track.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class8">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapleading.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminemad.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecold.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophialookdown.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>>Jasmine is fuming at Sophia for breaking rule number one. Sophia is way past that at this point, though. She keeps pleading with you. <<sophia "Please, please, Professor!">> she says. It's interesting that Sophia is the one who cracked. Both of these girls are very street smart, but Sophia always seemed like the tough girl. But looks can be deceiving sometimes. Perhaps Sophia's tough girl exterior was just an act that she needed to perform because of where she grew up. <<you "Sophia, there's nothing more you can say.">> you tell her. She looks dejected. <<jasmine "Yeah, Sophia. Don't you think you've said enough?">> Jasmine says, her voice dripping with contempt. you address her. <<you "There's no sense in you being mad at her, Jasmine. This was only going to end one way. And at least Sophia was honest, eventually.">> you say. Jasmine actually seems to take this to heart, thought her instincts tell her she should still be angry with Sophia. <<jasmine "So what happens now?">> Jasmine asks. You look at both of them. Sophia looks like she might cry. Jasmine is trying to remain calm, but you can tell she's scared as well. You shake your head and sigh, dramatically. You really want to milk this moment. <<you "Jasmine... I really thought that you were starting to come around. In class, you started to open up and be honest with everyone. And it really impressed me.">> you say. <<you "I know how you were raised, and I realized how hard it must have been, so I cut you some slack when you lied before.">> you say. Jasmine looks away, unable to face you. <<you "And you, Sophia.">> you say, looking at her now. <<you "You're incredibly intelligent, even though most people probably don't realize it. I really expected better from you.">> you say. Both girls sit in their shame, not making eye contact with you. <<you "I'm just so disappointed in both of you. And I really wanted to give you both another chance, because I really thought that you both deserved one.">> you say. <<you "But since you've both decided to just keep lying and taking advantage of my trust in you... well... at this point, there's not really anything more I can do for either of you.">> you say. There's a certain finality to your statement, and it hits both of them hard. Sophia begins to cry. Jasmine looks up at you with pleading eyes. <<jasmine "Please, Professor. I know we really fucked up. I'm really sorry. Sophia is really sorry.">> Jasmine says. <<jasmine "Isn't there anything we can do so you'll give us another chance?">> she asks. This is exactly what you were waiting for. <<you "Jasmine, you've had enough chances. I can't keep looking the other way anymore.">> you say. Sophia looks up at you through her tears. <<sophia "Please, Professor! There has to be something we can do!">> she pleads. <<jasmine "We'll do anything.">> Jasmine says. Here's the moment where you could just force them to do whatever you want them to do, and they'd do it. But if you really want to control them, and gain their true loyalty and obedience, there's a better way to handle it. <<you "I don't know, girls. This is a situation where, clearly, you should both be expelled. I mean, if I don't follow through on that, MY job could be at risk. I have a responsibility here, and I can't think of anything you could do to make this right.">> you say. Sophia and Jasmine both look dejected. <img src="images/sophia/sophiapleading.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><<sophia "Please, Professor. You have to think of something! There has to be something we can do!">> Sophia says desperately. You look right at both of them. Now is the time. <<you "I honestly can't think of anything that you two could do to convince me.">> you say. You put on a look of frustration and sadness; as if you're really trying to come up with some way to help them. <<you "I really don't want to have to do this... but I can't think of any other way.">> you say. Then you look to them one last time and ask, <<you "Can you?">> <<link "CONTINUE" "jasminesophia office5d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/sophia/sophialookdown1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecold.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiasass.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophialookdown.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapleading.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>With the door locked and your privacy secured, you slowly walk back around to the center of your office. You stand in front of the girls as they sit in front of you. You look down at them. Neither of them make eye contact with you; they both seem pretty intimidated. Good. <<you "So. Which one of you is going to tell me the truth?">> you ask. It's a seemingly simple question, but it has deeper implications. You're getting past all the bullshit here. You've let them know that you know they were lying. And, you've driven a wedge between them by singling each of them out. They hesitate, neither of them wanting to be the one to talk first. Both of these girls grew up in pretty bad situations. Neither of them want to snitch. When you're brought up like they were, don't snitch is rule number one. <<you "I'm waiting.">> you say. They look at each other, almost as if they are trying to make sure the other keeps quiet. But they realize one of them has to say something. <<sophia "We told you the truth, Professor.">> Sophia says. This seems to embolden Jasmine. She speaks up as well. <<jasmine "Yeah, Professor. What else do you want?">> she asks. You shake your head and sigh. <<you "I want you to be honest with me. But it doesn't seem like you're going to do that.">> you say, calmly. This seems to make Sophia a little miffed. Even though she's lying, and she knows it, she has a real temper when it comes to people not believing her. <<sophia "Look, you can't prove anything!">> Sophia says. That's a big mistake, and Jasmine realizes it. She looks at Sophia with frustration. Only guilty people resort to the "you can't prove anything" line. <<you "Sophia, I saw both of you smoking by the dumpsters behind that building this morning. I watched you light up, smoke, then put out the butts and sneak back around to the front of the building looking suspicious as hell the entire time.">> you say. It's a lie, of course. You didn't see any of that except the last part... but they don't know that. <<you "And lying about it to me makes it so much worse for both of you.">> you say. Sophia remains silent, refusing to look at you. Jasmine still looks frustrated, but says nothing. <<you "So that's why I wanted to discuss honesty with both of you.">> you say. <<you "The smoking was bad, that's for sure. You both would certainly have been punished for that alone...">> you say. <<you "But if you had been honest with me, I would have taken it easy on both of you.">> Sophia looks guilty as hell right now. Jasmine looks like she knows she's caught as well, but she's still trying to see if there's a way out of this. But there isn't. <<you "So lying to me, repeatedly, is a much more severe offense for each of you. It's one that could very well end with each of you being expelled from Harrington today.">> you say. At this, Sophia panics. Jasmine is probably panicking too, but she's good at hiding it. Both of them realize what expulsion means for them; prison. And that's as serious as it gets. Sophia cracks. <<sophia "OK, we were smoking. Please, Professor! I'm sorry we lied! You can't expel us!">> she pleads. Jasmine erupts in anger. <<jasmine "Shut the fuck up, Sophia!!">> she yells. You've got these two right where you want them. <<link "CONTINUE" "jasminesophia office5c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're in your office waiting for Jasmine and Sophia to arrive. These two have been pretty good in class this week, especially considering that they were barely engaged in the discussions at first. They've opened up, and that's good. But, they've also lied; especially Jasmine. She's been lying about a lot of things, and it's time you regained control. <<if $lesson2==2>>Even though you had a little heart to heart with her at lunch a couple days ago, and the two of you seemed to have come to an understanding... you<<else>>You<</if>> can't let her get away with smoking on campus and then trying to blame it on another student...even if that other student is that little demon Alyssa. Sophia seems less comfortable lying. You know that she's had issues with people not believing her in the past, and maybe that's contributing to her actions here. Regardless, you need to get her under control as well. She's incredibly intelligent, but her emotions often get the best of her. That's the weakness you can work with. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left">Precisely at 2:00 pm, there's a knock on your door. You get up from your desk and walk over to the door, opening it to reveal Jasmine and Sophia. Right on time. <<you "Hello, ladies.">> you say. <<you "Please come in and sit down.">> They both enter the office and sit. You close the door behind them and lock it. Jasmine notices the click of the lock. <<jasmine "Why are you locking the door?">> she asks. <<you "Because these sessions are confidential. I don't want another student barging in.">> you say. It's the truth... sort of. You don't want other students barging in, but not because you want to protect Jasmine and Sophia's privacy. Moreso you don't want anyone to see what you're about to do to these two. Jasmine and Sophia, however, seem to accept your explanation. They sit patiently, waiting for you to say something to start the conversation. <<link "CONTINUE" "jasminesophia office5b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/sophia/sophiathursday521.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/jasmine/jasminethursday521.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/sophia/sophiathursday522.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/jasmine/jasminethursday522.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/sophia/sophiathursday523.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/jasmine/jasminethursday523.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/jasmine/jasminethursday524.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You look down at Sophia blowing you. She's pulled up her shirt and you can see her perky little breasts popping out from beneath it. Jesus she's fucking hot! She sucks your cock with skill and focus. She really wants to make sure you won't expel her. While this is going on, Jasmine is putting on a sexy strip tease for you. She's nearly got all her clothes off and she's dancing and gyrating in front of you. You watch her tiny tatooed body... her hips, her eyes... she's hypnotizing you. She looks right at you while Sophia's mouth continues to work on your hard dick. Your eyes trace up and down the entire length of Jasmine's fit little body. She rubs her hands all over herself, sensually delighting your imagination. She's sucking on her finger and playing with her hard little nipples. This girl is really putting on a show for you. You played this perfectly; you've got one beautiful girl naked, rubbing herself down in front of you, while another beautiful girl sucks your cock. And all because of a couple of cigarettes. Wow. You look back down at Sophia. She smiles up at you with those pretty blue eyes. Goddamn she's fucking gorgeous! She has an exotic sexyness about her and she really knows how to lean into that look. She's nearly perfect; young, fit, hot... and blowing you. It's a great combination. She takes your cock out of her mouth and starts rubbing it on her tits. You can feel her hard nipples stimulating the sensitive head of your dick. It feels amazing. <<sophia "You want to try Jasmine's mouth now?">> she asks. You can only nod. You sit down and Jasmine gets down on her knees between your legs. She smiles at you as she takes your cock in her little hands. <<jasmine "Let me take care of that, baby.">> she says, lubing up your cock with her wet mouth. She licks and sucks your rigid member, all the while looking right at you with horny eyes. It's amazing to think that this girl was the quiet one in the back of the classroom who refused to talk for nearly the entire first class. She seemed so shy and reserved. Not anymore, that's for sure. She's seems anything but shy now that she's gobbling down your cock in your office. Amazing how much can change in a few days. Now it's Sophia's turn to put on a show. She takes off her shorts and her panties and sits down on the couch. She spreads her legs and starts rubbing her fresh, tight pussy. She smiles at you and moans with pleasure. <<sophia "Oh fuck, Professor! My pussy is so wet for you!">> That's fucking hot! Your cock is about to fucking explode from all the visual, auditory and physical stimulation. You try your hardest to keep from cumming. NOT YET! Jasmine keeps working her little mouth on your turgid member. She's really got skill down there, but so did Sophia. Fuck, they're both goddamn dick sucking savants! The skills on these two! And to think, they were the quietest ones in class just a few days ago. You can't really think about it now, but you know that later, you'll be comparing the two of them in your mind. Right now though, you can only think about how you're going to paint Jasmine's cute face with your semen... like, SOON. You can't take any more of this pleasure. You stand up from your seat. Jasmine knows exactly what's about to happen, and she eagerly waits on her knees, head tilted back, mouth open. She grabs your cock with both hands, and jerks it firmly right over her face. Her spit and slobber keep it lubed up real good. Sophia starts vigorously rubbing her clit over on the couch, anticipating the moment you cover her friend's face with your load. Her moans are all you need to send you over the edge. You bust a huge nut on Jasmine's face as she giggles. She makes sure to squeeze every last drop of cum out of your cock and onto her face, giving you one last little tongue tickle and a few sucks to finish it all off. Holy shit this girl is good. You fall back into your seat, totally spent. Sophia gets up and joins Jasmine on the floor. The two of them play with your cum, licking and kissing each other until they're both covered in it. Then they just look up at you. Sophia looks spent after her orgasm, and Jasmine has her mouth open like she wants some more. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/sophia/sophiacum.jpg" alt="sophia"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminecum.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> You take a moment to admire your work, then say, <<you "I think that's all the time we have today, girls.">> Both of the girls clean themselves up and say goodbye, leaving you alone in your office. You have a chance to think about what just happened. It was a masterstroke, in your opinion. A lesser man would probably have just forced them to suck him off. You know, all dominating and shit... all "suck my cock or it's off to prison with you!" But where would that have gotten you? Sure, you'd get to blow your load all over their pretty little faces... but then you'd have two very angry and vengeful students who'd be looking for any possible way to destroy you. No, a real good con man knows that the best possible outcome is to get your mark to not only do what you want them to, but to think that it was their idea in the first place. Jasmine and Sophia think you're a hero now, just for letting them suck your cock, and not expelling them from school, which you were never really going to do anyway. From now on when they see you, they'll see their favorite professor, the one who saved them from prison. And they'll think about the moment your cum hit their faces as the moment they were able to suck their way out of a terrible fate. Instead of thinking about you and shuddering in disgust at your horrible, vile cock... they'll think about how hot it was that time they both blew you in your office. They'll get wet just thinking about it, and they'll want to find any excuse to do it again, and more. THAT is how you win them over. THAT is how you train them. THAT is how you make them yours. <<jasminetrustGain 1>> <<jasminelustGain 1>> <<sophiatrustGain 1>> <<sophialustGain 1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiahorny.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whispering" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's Jasmine who acts first. You see the thought enter her head, and you watch her expression as she considers her next action. Then, she looks right at you and smiles. <<jasmine "Professor,">> she says, <<jasmine "I know that we really disappointed you.">> She puts her hand on Sophia's leg to get her attention. Sophia looks up, wiping tears from her eyes. Jasmine continues. <<jasmine "And we really are sorry. You've been such a great teacher, and a mentor. And we just went and took advantage of your trust.">> she says. Sophia seems to pick up on Jasmine's tactic and joins in. <<sophia "Yeah Professor. I'm so ashamed of myself. I just... I never wanted to do anything that would reflect badly on you.">> Sophia says. You can see where this is going, and it's exactly as you predicted it. You play along. <<you "While I appreciate that you're both showing remorse here, I'm afraid there's just nothing I can do.">> you say. <<you "And, unfortunately, I don't think there's anything you can do to change my mind.">> you say. Jasmine keeps smiling at you. Sophia follows her lead and does the same. <<jasmine "But Professor... you haven't even given us a chance to show you how sorry we are.">> Jasmine says. She reaches out and touches your thigh. Sophia sees this and she knows what's happening. She smiles and does the same to your other thigh. <<sophia "Yeah, Professor. Don't you want to see just how sorry we are?">> Sophia says, sliding her hand around to your inner thigh. Jasmine giggles. <<jasmine "We were so wrong to do what we did, after everything you've done for us.">> Jasmine says. She moves her hand to your crotch and starts rubbing your cock through your pants. <<sophia "Yeah, we were being really bad girls.">> Sophia says as her hand joins Jasmine's. <<jasmine "We really, really appreciate everything you do for us.">> Jasmine says as she starts to unzip your pants. <<jasmine "Please, Professor. Let us show you how much we appreciate you.">> she says. <<sophia "Please, Professor.">> Sophia says. This is working out exactly as planned. But, you still have a part to play, so you pull back away from them and zip your pants back up. You put on your best shocked face. <<you "Whoa, wait a minute! Girls... we cannot do this!">> you say, backing away from them. Jasmine stands up and Sophia follows. <<jasmine "Come on, Professor,">> Jasmine says, <<jasmine "We really want to do this for you.">> <<sophia "Yeah, Professor. Let us do this for you. Let us make you feel good.">> Sophia says. <<jasmine "You deserve to feel good.">> Jasmine says. You keep playing your part in this little charade. <<you "I... I can't! If anyone found out about this I would lose my job!">> you say continuing to back away from them. <<sophia "No one will ever find out about this, Professor.">> Sophia says. <<jasmine "Yeah, Professor. We won't tell anyone. We promise.">> Jasmine says. You put on a look like you're trying really hard to resist their charms. They slowly walk towards you. Sophia gets down on her knees and unzips your pants. Jasmine stands next to you and sensually strokes Sophia's hair. She leans in and whispers in your ear, <<jasmine "We promise, Professor. No one will ever know.">> she says. She starts licking the inside of your ear while down below, Sophia takes out your rock hard cock and puts it in her soft, warm mouth. You gotta love it when a plan comes together. <<link "CONTINUE" "jasminesophia office5e">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg rogermickeyapartment>> <img src="images/thursday5/rogermickeyapartment.jpg" alt="roger and mickey's apartment" class="left"> <img src="images/thursday5/carneasada1.jpg" alt="carne asada dinner" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/beers.jpg" alt="beers" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/rogermickey.jpg" alt="mickey and roger" class="left"> <img src="images/thursday5/clock.webp" alt="clock" class="left"> <</nobr>>With the rest of the carne asada done, you follow Mickey and Roger back to their apartment and head inside. It's the same floorplan as your apartment, but the decorations and design seem much more personalized. Your apartment came furnished, and while it was convenient that way, it also has a real "corporate housing" feel to it. Mickey and Roger's place feels more like a home. You all have a seat at the table and Mickey and Roger start serving up portions for each of you. In addition to the delicious carne asada, there's red Spanish rice, refried beans with queso fresco, and some delicious looking stuffed poblano peppers. Mickey cracks open an ice cold beer and hands it to you. <<you "Guys, this looks amazing!">> you say. <<you "I have a confession...">> you tell them. They both look up at you. <<you "I missed lunch today and I am completely out of food at my place.">> you say. Mickey and Roger laugh out loud. You blush a little. You still feel kinda bad, like you're taking advantage of their hospitality. <<mickey "Then this works out perfectly!">> Mickey says. <<roger "Yeah, we remember those bachelor days. Don't you worry one bit. We're happy to feed a nice young man like you.">> Roger says. You really are grateful, so you raise your beer in a toast. <<you "To both of you and your generosity.">> you say. They clink beers with you and you all take a big swig. Then, without delay, you all dive in to the meal. The three of you chat and laugh while you eat. You tell them about some of your escapades (not all of them, mind you... but some) and they seem to get a real kick out of your stories. You finish telling them, and Roger speaks up. <<roger "So... it seems like our little theory was correct. The women on the island really got hit with the horny wave!">> he says. You nod and Mickey laughs. <<mickey "Ahhh, to be young again!">> Mickey says. <<you "I'm not really that young anymore.">> you say. <<roger "Nonsense! You're basically sperm compared to us!">> Roger says with a laugh. <<mickey "Yeah. We're the old farts now. We'll leave all the sexual conquest to you kids. We've had our fun!">> Mickey says. Roger gives him a sour look. <<roger "You saying I'm no fun?!">> he asks. <<mickey "Oh don't start. You know what I mean.">> Mickey replies. Roger smiles and gives him a kiss. Mickey smiles back. There's a silent few moments while you all just enjoy each other's company. Then you look at the clock on the wall. It's nearly midnight. <<you "Holy shit it's late.">> you say. <<you "I have to be up early.">> <<roger "Well then, off with you young man!">> Roger says, getting up to walk you to the door. You thank your friends for the delicious meal and say goodnight. You head back to your apartment, brush your teeth and flop into bed. <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight2.jpg" alt="sleeping" class="left">The week is almost over, and it's been a truly memorable one. Tomorrow is another day, and you're not sure what it will bring, but you know it will probably be interesting. You drift off to sleep thinking about all that's happened, and all that may be yet to come. <<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 1.8end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="phone" class="left"> <</nobr>><<if $bellinda.lust gte 4>>You joke around with her a bit. <<you "Hmmmm... Bellinda. Sounds familiar.">> you say. <<bellinda "It better! After what happened the other day!">> she says with a sassy little giggle. <<you "Oh... THAT Bellinda! OK, I remember now.">> you say. She giggles again. <<bellinda "Don't make me regret calling you.">> she says. <<you "Of course not. Honestly, it's good to hear from you.">> you say. <<you "So what's up?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Well... I was thinking about our counseling session the other day...">> she says. You've been thinking about it too. <<bellinda "...And I think I may need some more... advice.">> she says. <<bellinda "So... are you free this afternoon?">> SHIT. Your afternoon is already all booked up with two students. You can't meet with Bellinda. But you really want to. <<you "I hate to say it, but my afternoon is already full.">> you say. <<bellinda "Oh no!">> she says. You imagine the cute, pouty expression on her face and it makes you a little horny. <<bellinda "I really need your help though!">> she says. You really need hers too, you think. <<you "Well... I do have some free time right now... If you want.">> you say. She giggles with delight! <<bellinda "YAY! I'll be right there!">> she says. Before you can say anything, she hangs up. Well, you think... this should be fun! <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1a">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.trust gte 4>><<you "Hi Bellinda. It's good to hear from you. How is everything going?">> you ask. <<bellinda "It's good... I mean, I'm good, yeah.">> she says. She doesn't sound too convincing. <<you "You sure? You sound a little down.">> you say. <<bellinda "I'm.. I'm OK, I guess.">> she says. <<you "Come on, Bellinda. You can tell me if something's wrong, you know.">> you say. She hesitates for a moment before speaking. <<bellinda "It's just... I got a text from... my ex.">> she says. So that's what it is. <<you "And I'm guessing you're not feeling too good about that.">> you say. <<bellinda "I don't know. I... I just... can I come talk to you this afternoon? You really made me feel better last time.">> she says. <<you "Actually, I'm meeting with students all afternoon.">> you say. <<bellinda "Oh. OK.">> she says, dejectedly. You still want to try to make her feel better though. <<you "I have some free time now, if you want to drop in.">> you say. <<bellinda "Really? Is that OK?">> she asks. <<you "Of course! Come on by.">> you say. <<bellinda "Great! I'll be right over!">> she says. <<you "See you soon.">> you reply. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1b">><</link>> <<elseif $bellinda.obedience gte 4>>You were expecting Bellinda to call sooner. After all, you did tell her she needed to check in regularly with you. Seems like there's still some work left to do with this one. <<you "I was wondering when you were going to call, Bellinda.">> you say in a firm tone. <<bellinda "Well, I'm calling now.">> she says in a sassy voice. <<you "Check your attitude, please. If you want me to help, I'd appreciate a little more respect.">> you say. <<bellinda "Fine. Sorry.">> she says. <<bellinda "So do you want me to come meet with you this afternoon?">> she asks. <<you "No. My afternoon schedule is already set.">> you say. <<you "You should come by now.">> <<bellinda "Like... right now?">> she asks. <<you "Yes, Bellinda. Like, right now.">> you reply. She pauses before responding. <<bellinda "OK. I'll be there in a few minutes.">> she says. You hang up. Bellinda still has a little bit of snark. You'll have to work on that with her. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1c">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/thursday5/bonerinpants.jpg" alt="boner in pants" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda3.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper" class="left"> <</nobr>>After a few minutes wait, your office door swings open and Bellinda enters with a big smile on her face. Your cock is already hard in anticipation. After the way you ended your last office session with her, you both know exactly what you're here for. She smiles at you, seductively. You sit at your desk rubbing your cock through your pants. Bellinda watches you and starts rubbing her pussy through her clothes as well. She closes the door behind her and locks it. <<bellinda "It looks like you're happy to see me.">> she says. You stand up to show her your boner. She looks right at it with lust in her eyes. <<bellinda "Oh fuck! You're REALLY happy to see me.">> she says. You walk over to her and she takes over rubbing your cock, while you take over rubbing her pussy. The two of you stand in the middle of your office looking into each other's eyes and fondling each other's bits. It's taking all of your restraint not to just start fucking right here, right now. Suddenly, Bellinda pulls away from you. <<bellinda "Not yet!">> she says. <<bellinda "Trust me, this will make it better.">> she says. She takes off her shirt, revealing her adorable little tits. Her nipples are hard and she rubs them, making them even harder. <<bellinda "Now you.">> she says. You take your shirt off as well. She walks up to you and starts playing with your nipples. You see where she's going here. While she's playing with yours, you take over playing with hers. They're hard as little pebbles now and she moans with pleasure as you gently pinch and fondle them. <<you "Bellinda... I don't know how much more I can take!">> you say. <<bellinda "You gotta wait for it, Professor.">> she says. She leans in and whispers in your ear. <<bellinda "My pussy is so wet right now.">> she says. She takes your hand off her tit and puts down her panties. You can feel her little pussy, and she wasn't lying! <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindameek.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindauncomfortable.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindasad.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>After a few minutes, there's a knock at your door. <<you "Come in.">> you say. The door opens and Bellinda walks in to your office, closing the door behind her. She looks at you, sheepishly. You get up from your seat to greet her and when you do, she walks up to you and gives you a big, warm hug. <<you "Whoa, hello to you too.">> you say with a nervous chuckle. She giggles a little. <<bellinda "Sorry. I just... I really needed a hug today.">> she says. She's still hugging you, and since she said she really needed it, you don't stop her. After a few moments, she lets go. <<you "Would you like to sit down?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Yes. Thank you.">> she says, sitting down on the couch. You take your seat back behind your desk and wait for her to say something. She looks at you awkwardly. You're not sure what she's thinking. <<bellinda "Can you... sit with me... instead?">> she asks, gesturing to the couch. It's a bit unusual, but you want to make her feel better. <<you "Sure, I guess I can.">> you say. You get up and join her on the couch. She leans in and cuddles up next to you. Oh... so this is why she wanted me on the couch, you think. <<you "Um, Bellinda?">> <<bellinda "I'm sorry, I just... I... can we just sit here for a bit?">> she asks. She really seems like she just needs to be close to you. <<you "Sure. We can do that.">> you say. She looks up at you. <<bellinda "Thanks. I really need this.">> she says. The two of you sit on the couch in a silent, warm embrace. You stay like this for a few minutes before Bellinda says something. <<bellinda "He texted me.">> she says. <<you "Yes. You mentioned that on the phone.">> you reply. There's another few moments of silence. Bellinda's not saying anything. <<you "Do you want to talk about it?">> you ask. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't look at you. <<you "It might make you feel better to talk about it.">> you say. She looks up at you, anxious and a little upset. <<you "You're safe here. You know that, right?">> you say. She smiles. <<bellinda "Yeah. I know.">> she says. <<you "So, are you ready to talk about it?">> you ask. She smiles again. <<bellinda "OK.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda9.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindashocked.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindastandoffish.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda arrives at your office a few minutes later. You let her in and close and lock the door behind her. You'll need your privacy for what's probably going to happen next. She stands there in the middle of your office, looking a little standoffish. <<bellinda "So... I'm here.">> she says. <<you "Sit down.">> you say. She does so, but she still has a little bit of attitude in her expression. <<bellinda "So... what do you want?">> she says. You shake your head and sigh. <<you "Bellinda, this isn't about what I want. Do you think I just told you to come here for my sake?">> you ask. She looks a little confused. <<you "Bellinda, I'm trying to help you. We're here because of you. You are the one who couldn't keep your man from dumping you.">> you say. She looks shocked and offended. <<bellinda "What the fuck?!">> she exclaims. The audaicity of this little bitch. <<you "Am I wrong? You came to me. You had trouble keeping your man. You wanted my help.">> you say. She still looks offended. <<you "Now you get all bitchy when I take time out of my busy schedule to help you?">> you say. <<bellinda "Well... no, but...">> she stammers. <<you "But what? Why the fuck are you even here if it's not to get my help?">> you ask. She doesn't have an answer for this. <<you "So are you ready to drop the attitude and get to work?">> you ask. She loses the bitchy expression. <<bellinda "Yes sir.">> she says. Ahh, now that's the spirit. You didn't even have to tell her to call you "sir." This is going well already. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1c1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindakiss.jpg" alt="bellinda kissing you" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindanude.jpg" alt="bellinda nude" class="left"><img src="images/bellinda/bellindaallfours.jpg" alt="bellinda on all fours" class="left"> <</nobr>>You rub your fingers on Bellinda's wet little snatch. She giggles with delight and reaches her hand down your pants. She rubs your hard cock as she leans in and gives you a wet kiss. Your tongues explore each other's mouths as your hands continue to explore each other's naughty parts. She pulls her lips away from yours and strips off the rest of her clothes. She stands in front of you, naked as the day she was born. She looks fucking amazing. You can't help but stare at her petite body. She smiles back at you, relishing your admiration. <<bellinda "Now it's your turn.">> she says. She doesn't have to tell you twice! You unbutton your pants, releasing your rock hard dick. It springs out and sways back and forth a couple times. It was getting pretty cramped inside your pants, so letting little $you.fakefirstName out comes as a great relief. Bellinda stares at it and starts fingering her wet little twat. You can hear the sloppy squishy sounds of her pussy and smell it's musky scent. It makes your dick even more excited. You strip out of your clothes as well, and the two of you stand there in the middle of your office, now both naked, wet, hot and insanely horny. Bellinda was right... waiting makes it way hotter. She walks over to your couch and gets down on it on her hands and knees. She looks at you and beckons you over. You continue stroking your cock as you walk over to her. She's in the "fuck my face" position, and you're just waiting for the green light. After all, even though you're both totally into this, you don't just want to start gagging her with your dick if she's not into that sort of thing. she looks at you with insane, perverted lust in her eyes. <<bellinda "Are you gonna fuck my little mouth or what, Professor?!">> she moans, continuing to finger herself. <span style="color:#00CC05">GREEN LIGHT!</span> <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaL1.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaL2.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaL3.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaL4.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaL5.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaL6.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaL7.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindasexy1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/thursday5/clock150.jpg" alt="clock" class="left"> <</nobr>>That's all you needed. You grab her head and she eagerly opens her mouth for your cock. You thrust it into her throat and start pounding away. Her eyes roll back into her head at the facefucking she's receiving, but she doesn't struggle. This girl's done this shit before, you think... DEFINITELY. She keeps her composure as you continue to fuck her tiny mouth. In and out you thrust your engorged shaft and she takes every last inch of it. After a few minutes, she pulls her head off of your dick and falls back onto the couch, legs spread wide. You get a whiff of her sex and, insane with primal lust, you fall, face first into her wet, sloppy pussy. You eat her out like a ravenous beast; like your very survival depends on it. She moans and squeals with pleasure. <<bellinda "OHH... OHH... AHH!!">>. She's not making actual words, she's way past that at this point. Her moans are making you ever more horny; you stroke your cock while you pleasure her petite body. She writhes and wriggles, but you keep your mouth firmly attached to her wet pussy until you can no longer take it. It's time to fuck. You line up and thrust your cock into her dripping wet snatch. She nearly screams when you do, but manages to stifle it. Good thing, you think, since there could be people right outside in the hallway. No time to think about that now, though. You keep pounding away at her tight twat and she keeps moaning. <<bellinda "Fuck my little pussy, Professor!">> <<you "Oh fuck! You're so TIGHT!">> <<bellinda "Oh fuck! You're so BIG!">> OH FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD! You can't keep going at this pace, so you pull out and sit down on the couch. You need a little break. But Bellinda doesn't, apparently. She climbs on top of you and starts grinding up and down on your dick. <<bellinda "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM!!">> she screams. At this point, you can't even worry if anyone outside hears her screams; you're WAY past that. Bellinda turns herself around to the reverse position without ever letting your cock out of her tiny pussy. HOLY SHIT! This girl has some real skill, you think. That ex-boyfriend of hers was a total fucking moron for letting this one get away. She puts her feet up on your thighs and starts bouncing up and down on your cock, slamming her little cunt against your pelvis with every stroke. She manages to keep this up for several minutes. She's got stamina too! Finally, she hops off of you and luckily, it's right before you were about to cum. She crawls onto her hands and knees and sticks her little ass out at you. She looks over her shoulder in anticipation of your hard cock penetrating her. The second the tip goes in, she smiles and starts slamming her little ass back against you, fucking away all the lingering memories of her ex-boyfriend and his (probably) tiny dick. <<bellinda "I'm cumming, Professor!! I'm cumming for you!!">> she screams. You picture the group of students that are probably gathered outside your office door listening to all of this, but you just don't give a damn. Bellinda's lithe little body has fucked all your cares away. <<you "Oh, Bellinda!! I'm gonna cum! Get off, I'm cumming!">> you yell. She manages to get off of you and onto the floor just in time. You hold her hair and spray rope after rope of hot, sticky cum all over her smiling face. When you've finally got it all out, she sucks your cock clean and looks up at you with her gorgeous dark brown eyes. <<bellinda "See? Now aren't you glad we waited?">> she asks. You fall down onto the couch, unable to speak. She climbs up there with you and rests her head on your chest. You can feel your cum dribbling off of her face and down onto your stomach. You just let out a kind of grunt/moan. <<bellinda "I'll take that as a yes.">> she says. After you both recover and clean yourselves up, You get back into your clothes and Bellinda gets ready to leave. Before she does, she puts her hand on your cock. <<bellinda "This is mine now.">> she says. She grabs your hand and puts it on her pussy. <<bellinda "And this is all yours.">> she says. She gives you a wet, sloppy kiss, and just like that, she leaves, closing the door behind her. You take a moment to regain your composure and look at your clock. It's too late for you to get lunch, and you have students coming to your office this afternoon, so you just sit back and wait, thinking about that little freak, Bellinda... and her dumbfuck ex-boyfriend. It makes you chuckle. <<if $lesson4==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "jasminesophia office5a">><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "alyssakaylee office5a">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindacry.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindameek.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindalookdown.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindauncomfortable.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindasexy.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindasexy1.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "So what did this text say?">> you ask. Bellinda looks down and starts to cry, softly. You knew she was upset, but you didn't realize she was this upset. You put your arm around her to comfort her. <<bellinda "He... I got a text from him, and it was talking about how much he missed me and how he couldn't wait to see me again.">> she says. <<you "And then what happened?">> you ask. <<bellinda "Well I texted him back... and...">> she cries even harder now. <<you "It's OK, Bellinda. Let it out. Tell me what happened.">> you say. <<bellinda "He sent the text to the wrong person by mistake. He was... trying to send it to... to her.">> she says. Yikes. <<you "That must have really hurt.">> you say. She sniffles and wipes a tear from her eye. <<bellinda "It did. I... I was just starting to get over him too.">> she says. <<bellinda "I don't even know why I texted him back.">> <<you "Sometimes we do things without really thinking about them. You know?">> you say. <<bellinda "I guess. But... WHY? Why can't I just get over him?">> she asks desperately. She looks down at the floor in shame. You really feel for her. She's taken a real hit to her self-confidence, and even though she seemed to be over all of this when she left your office the other day, it's sometimes a lot harder than it seems, trying to put the past to bed and move on. <<you "Bellinda, I think you're getting there. I really do. And I'm very proud of you for the strength you've shown. These things aren't easy. You're doing the best you can, and that's all you can ask of yourself.">> you say. She looks up and smiles at you. <<bellinda "I guess so.">> she says. You both sit there in silence for a few moments. <<bellinda "My friends say that If I want to really get over him, I just need to sleep with another guy.">> she says with a little giggle. Umm... <<you "Umm...">> <<bellinda "What do you think about that, Professor?">> she asks. She looks right at you. Gotta be careful with what you say here. <<you "I think that there's some truth in that. But I also think that you shouldn't just rush into something like that. Especially with someone who you don't really trust.">> you say. She keeps looking at you, then... <<bellinda "I trust you, Professor.">> she says. OH BOY. What have I gotten myself into here? You extricate yourself from her embrace and stand up. <<you "Bellinda... I don't think this is appropriate.">> you say, backing away from her. She stands up and walks toward you. <<bellinda "But.... you said you thought my friends were right. And... I do trust you, Professor.">> she says. She touches your chest and smiles seductively at you. You're pinned against your desk. You slide sideways away from her and start backing up, this time towards the door. She follows and corners you over there now. <<bellinda "Please, Professor,">> she says, reaching out and rubbing your cock through your pants, <<bellinda "Do it... for me. Please?">> she says. Moment of truth... <<you "OK, Bellinda. For you.">> you say. She smiles and locks the door, then she starts to take off your pants. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1b2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaT1.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaT2.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaT3.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaT4.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaT5.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindauncomfortable.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellinda10.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>Bellinda wastes no time. She kneels down and starts sucking you off, pausing only to strip off her shirt and dribble a little spit down onto her sexy little tits before going back for more. She sucks and strokes you with determination, even taking your entire length down her throat and holding it there while you shudder with pleasure. This girl really want's to forget her ex-boyfriend! Her mouth feels so good on your cock, you can only imagine what her tight little pussy feels like. You're pretty sure you're about to find out. She takes a few more minutes to warm you up with her mouth, then says, <<bellinda "Lie down, Professor.">> That's just about the best idea you've heard all day. You quickly lie down on the floor and wait. She strips off her panties and rubs her dripping pussy. Then, she straddles you reverse cowgirl and starts to work your dick with her tight wet slit. You watch her cute little ass as she bobs up and down on your hard cock. She's really grinding on it, pushing herself all the way down and aternating her long, deep strokes with fast, little short ones. It feels amazing on your cock. Eventually, she pops off it and kneels in front of you, presenting herself. She wants more. So do you. You line up behind her and she starts plowing back into your cock with her little hips. She's moaning and gyrating back and forth. All you have to do is keep your dick in the right place. She's using you to fuck away all her pain and sadness... and you're more than happy to help her with that. <<bellinda "OH GOD! OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM!">> she screams. You can feel her wet pussy tighten around your hard cock as she reaches her climax. She keeps pounding away at your cock even after cumming. But you're not done yet. You pick up your petite lover and she squeals with delight at being handled in such a way. You lay her down on her back on the edge of the couch. You line up and start pounding her tiny twat while she furiously rubs her clit. She looks up at you with her cute brown eyes. <<bellinda "Fuck me, Professor! Fuck me harder! Make me forget about him, Professor!">> she screams. You grab her by the hair and pound away even harder and faster making her eyes roll back into her head. You can't take it any longer. <<you "I'm gonna cum, Bellinda!">> you grunt. She slides off the couch and onto her knees in front of it. She tilts her head back as you jack off right over her face. <<bellinda "Cum for me, Professor. Make me forget my stupid ex-boyfriend.">> she says. That's all you need. You spray your load into her cute little mouth and she takes it all with a smile. She sucks the last of your seed out of your cock. Some of it drips down onto her chest. She plays with what's left in her mouth then swallows it. You collapse to the floor and she crawls over and holds on to you. After you both take a minute or two to recover, she kisses you. You look at her and ask, <<you "Did it work?">> <<bellinda "Did what work?">> she asks. <<you "Did you forget about your ex?">> you ask. She smiles at you. <<bellinda "Who?">> she asks. You smile back. She giggles then rests her head on your chest. <<you "That's what I thought.">> you say. Eventually, you and Bellinda get dressed and she gets ready to leave. You give her a long, warm kiss before she goes. She giggles and waves goodbye giving your crotch a little rub before leaving and closing the door behind her. You look at the clock on your phone and realize you've missed your chance to get lunch. Damn. Still... Worth it, you think. <<if $lesson4==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "jasminesophia office5a">><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "alyssakaylee office5a">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindastandoffish.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindasad.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindauncomfortable.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <</nobr>>She sits there, her previous attitude now just a memory. She's waiting for you to fix her. You know just how to do that. <<you "So, since our last session, I've been thinking about your situation. And I think I've come up with a way to help you fix it.">> you say. <<bellinda "How?">> she asks. <<you "Well, I realized that since you don't really have the physical assets, like big tits and a big ass, that guys usually go for...">> you say. She looks a little sad. Perfect. You continue. <<you "...You need to lean into the strengths that you do have.">> you say. <<bellinda "What are those?">> she asks. <<you "Well... you're little. Like really little.">> you tell her. <<you "With a tiny body like that, you really need too learn how to just let go and allow your man to use you.">> you say. She looks uncomfortable with that. <<bellinda "What do you mean?">> she asks. <<you "You need to be a fucktoy. You need to just give yourself over to men and allow them to use you for their pleasure.">> you say. She looks like she understands, but she's still not totally on board. <<bellinda "I don't know...">> she says hesitantly. <<you "Well I do, Bellinda. That's why you're here; because I know better than you, right?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "Good. So stop questioning me and listen up.">> you say. <<you "The only way you're going to be able to get and keep men is to get as good as you can at pleasing them. So that's what we're going to work on.">> you say. <<bellinda "I... I mean, I want to... I guess.">> she says. <<you "Good. Then take your clothes off and let's get started.">> you say. You casually take off your pants and sit down on the couch, stroking your cock to get it up. Bellinda reluctantly does as you told her to and sits on the couch next to you, waiting for your next move. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1c2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaO1.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaO2.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaO3.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaO4.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/bellinda/bellindaO5.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindacum.jpg" alt="bellinda cum" class="left"> <</nobr>>Time to show this little fucktoy how to be a proper fucktoy. You grab her head and roughly shove your cock into her mouth. You push hard to see just how deep she will be able to take it. Turns out, not so deep. Her eyes roll back in her head as she struggles to take your length. She can only handle it for a second or two before she pulls her mouth off and gasps for air. That's OK though, she's still learning. This just means you have a lot more work to do with her. You slam your cock back in her mouth and pound away. She seems to be getting better with every second. You're not fully crushing her throat like you could if you wanted to. After all, this is a lesson, not a punishment. But it's a firm, tough love kind of lesson. And you're a firm, tough love kind of teacher. You hold her head in place, using her wet mouth and tiny throat to please your turgid cock. She's nearly overwhelmed by the whole experience, but to her credit, she maintains he composure... just barely. You've had enough of her throat. Now it's time to really work out that little cunt of hers. You pull her head off of you and grab her in a full nelson. She's so tiny that you can do it with ease. You hold her above your steel-hard rod and plunge it into her pussy, pounding away at her like she's some sort of sex doll. As far as you're concerned, she's just a few wet holes with a breathiing machine attached to keep them warm. If you can get her to think of herself this way as well, she'll have a real chance at keeping her man happy in the future. She's been a really good girl so far, obediently allowing you to use her body in whatever way you see fit. You decide to really work her out now. You throw her down on the ground, pulling her ass up and pushing her face down. You hold your hand on her head so she maintains this position and plow down into her wet snatch. She grunts and moans below you, her body convulsing and shuddering from the sexual destruction it's experiencing. She's taking the entire length of your cock in her tiny body. You're not sure exactly where it's all going, but you don't really care. After a few minutes, you're about to cum. <<you "Get on your knees, Bellinda!">> you shout. She's still dazed from the heavy fuck session she's just experienced, but she obediently does as she's told. She's kneeling, awaiting your cum. <<you "Smile, goddamn it!">> you yell. <<you "Always smile for your man's cum, no matter what!">> She does as she's told, just in time to receive your load all over her pretty, smiling face. Ropes of your hot white cum cover her face. She giggles nervously as they do. She may actually be starting to enjoy this! But you've used her for your needs, so it doesn't really matter anymore. You push her away from you and flop down on the couch. After a minute or two, you look over at her. She's looking at you, waiting for you to say something. <<you "What?">> you ask. <<bellinda "How did I do?">> she asks. <<you "Not bad, but not great either.">> you say. She smiles just a little. <<you "Now get the fuck out of here. I have work to do.">> you say. She looks a little sad, but does as you say. She cleans up, gets dressed, and leaves without another word. You look at the clock and realize that you've missed your chance to get lunch. You have two students coming in for a meeting soon, so you put your clothes back on and get ready for that. You hope that your office doesn't smell too much like wet, hot sex... but it probably does. Oh well. <<if $lesson4==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "jasminesophia office5a">><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "alyssakaylee office5a">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>With that task completed, you have some free time now before lunch and you're thinking of how you want to spend it. <<if $bellinda.trust gte 4 or $bellinda.lust gte 4 or $bellinda.obedience gte 4>>Your phone rings. You look and see a number that you don't recognize. That's odd. Who could this be? Might as well find out. You answer the phone. <<you "This is Professor $you.fakelastName.">> you say. The voice of a young woman responds. <<bellinda "Professor? It's me... Bellinda.">> she says. Bellinda. The student you counseled a few days ago. You've been awaiting this call. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda1">><</link>><<else>>You decide to take a walk over towards the other end of campus. You could use the exercise, and the weather is warm, so it seems like a perfect way to kill some time. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-bellinda2">><</link>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindaannoyed.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindaneutral.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/bellinda/bellindapolite.jpg" alt="bellinda" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/psychologybuilding.jpg" alt="psychology building" class="left"> <</nobr>>You stroll along at a leisurely pace, taking in the warm sunshine and the cool, gentle breeze. The weather still feels like summer, but you know that won't last for too much longer. You walk past a nice green area of the campus. You're not looking at anything in particular, your gaze wandering, when you spot someone who looks familiar. She's pretty far away, but you could swear that it's Bellinda, the girl you tried, and failed, to counsel a few days ago. She was really messed up over her recent break up. You didn't make her feel any better about the situation, and you regret that for sure. You should probably go talk to her and try to salvage some good will, what little you can. You head over to her and when you get close, she notices you and frowns angrily. This is already not going well. <<bellinda "What do you want?">> she asks, snarkily. <<you "I just wanted to try to talk to you. I realize I didn't do the best job at that the other day.">> you say. She looks around to see that there's no one else around to overhear you. <<bellinda "No. You really didn't.">> she says. her face remains in a frown. <<you "Well I'd like to apologize for that. Even though it might not mean much now.">> you say. She thinks about it for a moment. <<bellinda "Fine. I accept.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "Great. So would you still like to talk to me about your problem.">> you ask. She looks at you with a neutral expression. <<bellinda "No thanks. I can handle it.">> she says. You'd really like another shot at this. <<you "Are you sure? Because it seemed like you were really upset. And I just wanted-">> she cuts you off. <<bellinda "Look, I'm fine. I was having a bad day, but I'm better now. Thanks for apologizing.">> she says. <<bellinda "I gotta go.">> She gives you a polite smile then turns around and walks away. It's not surprising she didn't want to talk to you again, after the way you handled your last encounter. Oh well, you think to yourself. At least she didn't make a scene. And who knows, you may run into her in the future. With nothing left to do, you continue walking around campus. It's quite a large campus, and you're finding new parts of it each day. You're so engaged in exploring that you lose track of time. You're about to be late for your afternoon office session, so you head back towards the Psychology Building. Unfortunately, due to your absesntmindedness, you've missed a chance to get lunch. Looks like you're going to be hungry this afternoon. <<if $lesson4==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "jasminesophia office5a">><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "alyssakaylee office5a">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg youroffice>> <img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left"> <</nobr>>Just as in previous classes, you've learned some more about each of your students today. They're really starting to open up, much sooner than you had expected them to. It seems like they all just needed the right forum to do so. You head to your office to record the information in each of your students' files before you forget any of it. <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-break1">><</link>>

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Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine thinks empathy is important in romantic relationships">><<set $jasmine.mem15=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Jasmine is sick of Kaylee's bullshit">><<set $jasmine.mem16=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren is scared to talk about her feelings with her love interests">><<set $lauren.mem15=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Lauren probably has a crush on Mikayla">><<set $lauren.mem16=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Lauren White"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="centered50"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia thinks that jealousy can ruin romantic relationships">><<set $sophia.mem15=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <div class="center"><<button "Sophia has never dated anyone">><<set $sophia.mem16=1>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> </div> <br> <br> <br> <<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-breakend">><</link>> <</nobr>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/friday6/sleep.gif" alt="sleeping" class="left"> <</nobr>>You sleep peacefully like a little baby... drooling all over yourself. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/monday2/shower.jpg" alt="a man showering" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="pouring a cup of coffee" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseybus.jpg" alt="casey bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>You wake to the sounds of sirens blaring as they fly past the apartment complex and trail off into the distance. "What was that?" you think to yourself. You're not even sure you heard them. Or maybe it was all another dream. Either way, you feel a bit unsettled as you climb out of bed and shake off the remaining groginess. You get started on your morning routine with a nice, hot shower. Even with the rude awakening, you feel pretty good this morning. You hold a little concert in your bathroom, singing into the loofah sponge and pretending you're on stage in front of a crowded club full of people. There's something about the acoustics of a tile shower that just makes your voice sound really good... even though it's really shit. After your second encore, you decide you've wasted enough time and water in the shower, so you get out, get dressed, and head to the kitchen for a hot cup of that thing that you're totally NOT addicted to. It's fucking great! You can't imagine life without it. NOT ADDICTED! While you're enjoying the cup, you look out your window to the bus stop and see none other than Casey standing there, waiting for the bus. Great. Last night she fondled your crotch and roped you into going to her party tonight. Who knows what she has planned for this morning's bus ride. Well... better go find out. <<link "You head outside to catch the bus." "friday 6-1a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you approach Casey at the bus stop, she turns to look at you. You expect she's going to be all over you like before, fucking with you and trying to make you horny and what not. But she's not. She seems a little reserved. <<casey "Hey.">> she says. That's it. Just "Hey." Something's up with her today. As much as you should probably just leave it alone and not say anything, I mean... count your blessings, right? Nah. You gotta talk to her. After all, your job is all about the students of Harrington and their wellbeing. And Casey is a Harrington student. You know you have to talk to her and see if there's anything she might want to discuss. <<you "Hi Casey. How's it going?">> you ask. <<casey "Fine.">> she says, curtly. You know it's not fine. <<you "You sure? You seem a little...">> before you can finish, she cuts you off. <<casey "It's FINE.">> she says. Well, that was certainly different from your previous encounters with Casey. For now, you decide not to push it. The bus arrives and you both get on. Casey goes straight to the back and sits by herself. You sit a few rows ahead in a side-facing seat. During the bus ride, you look over at her every so often, but she's just looking out the window with a blank stare. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <</nobr>>After several minutes, the bus pulls up in front of Bellend Tower, and you and Casey get off. Before she walks away, you stop her. <<you "Casey?">> you say. <<casey "What?">> <<you "I know everything is fine with you, but if there's anything you want to talk about, that's what I'm here for.">> you say. She stares at you with a neutral expression. You can't really get a read on what she's thinking. <<you "OK?">> You look right at her and she gives you a faint smile. <<casey "Yeah, OK.">> she says. She starts to turn away and walk off. <<you "Happy birthday.">> you call after her. She looks over her shoulder at you and smiles, then disappears into a crowd of students and out of sight. Well, you think, at least she knows the option is there. If she wants to talk about whatever is going on with her, she can. For now, though, it's time to make your way over to the Psychology Building for your class. You've decided that today's discussion will be about body image issues. You're still not sure how you should conduct the class, either being a nice guy, or a prickly hardass... but you can decide that when you get there. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/friday6/emergency.jpg" alt="emergency scene" class="left"> <img src="images/friday6/studentgroup.jpg" alt="group of students" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet6.jpg" alt="barbie yelling" class="left"> <</nobr>>As you walk towards the other side of campus, you notice increasing signs of some sort of commotion over there. You see students huddled together discussing things. You see some students hurrying in that direction, and as you approach your building, you notice that it seems to be the center of all the commotion. There's a huge group of students all standing around and gawking at the building. There are two police cars, an ambulance, and a fire truck parked in front, and the whole area is cordoned off with barricades and yellow caution tape. This can't be good. Your mind immediately jumps to the worst possible conclusion... someone died. Crazy shooter? Suicide? Dear god, I hope not. You get closer to the scene and decide to try to get a little more information. You approach a group of students and get their attention. <<you "Hey, anyone know what's going on here?">> you ask. They look up at you, and smile nervously when they recognize you. There may be some emergency here, but you're still the campus Sex Teacher, after all. None of the girls seem to know what's going on. You thank them, then start looking around the crowd for any faces you recognize. You scan the crowd and notice $barbie.name is standing there yelling at someone, you're not sure who. She seems really stressed out. Of course she is, you think, given that she's in the middle of some sort of emergency. You almost don't want to bother her, but you need information. You make your way over to her. If anyone knows what's going on, it would be $barbie.name. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"> <img src="images/friday6/rats.jpg" alt="rats" class="left"> <</nobr>>As you approach $barbie.name you hear her yell at the unknown man, <<barbie "And call me as soon as you know something!">> He scurries off into the crowd and $barbie.name looks up and notices you. <<barbie "Professor $you.fakelastName, I can't talk now.">> she says, stressed out. <<you "I just want to know what's going on.">> you say. <<you "I won't take any more of your time, just fill me in quickly.">> you say. She sighs. <<barbie "We had a shipment of lab animals coming in today for the Biology Department and some of them... escaped.">> she says. You remember that this building is both Psychology and Biology. <<you "What animals... and how many?">> you ask, not really sure if you want to know the answer. She looks at you and shakes her head. <<barbie "Rats. Thousands.">> she says. You imagine it. Swarms of rats crawling and shitting and pissing all over each other... probably ratfucking in your classroom... and your office... right now. OK. FUCK THAT. BURN THE BUILDING DOWN. <<you "Sweet Merciful Christ!">> you exclaim. Barbie just nods. <<you "So I'm assuming that classes are cancelled? At least for this building?">> you ask. Barbie shakes her head. <img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"><<barbie "Well, it's up to you. You can still hold your class if there's somewhere else you can go.">> she says. <<barbie "Since it's just a discussion, you could have it outside somewhere, or if you wanted some more privacy, I know there are a few photo studios available in the Fine Arts Building. You can lock those doors and they have flashing lights outside to let people know not to disturb you.">> she says. You think about your options. <<barbie "Or you could just do something else with your class. Look, I don't really have the time to talk you through this, you're going to have to just wing it today.">> she says. Then she runs off into the crowd before you can reply. Wing it. OK. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1e">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces" class="left"><<elseif $lesson2==2>><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces" class="left"><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>>You look around scanning the sea of faces again and notice your students are all in a group near the edge of the crowd. They all seem to be here and accounted for. You head over to them to give them the news. As you approach, Kaylee notices you. <<kaylee "Hey what the hell is going on here?">> she asks. <<you "You don't want to know. Trust me.">> you say. <<you "Let's just go somewhere else.">> They all look at you like you're rat-shit-crazy, but they follow you anyway. You walk a good halfway across the campus before any one of them says anything else. <<alyssa "Alright, where the fuck are we going? And what's going on back there?">> Alyssa asks, in her typical bitchy tone. Well... better tell them what's up. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class1">><</link>>

<<link "Take the girls to the Photography Studio and make them expose themselves and all their most sensitive body image issues." "friday 6-class3">><<set $lesson5=1>><</link>> <<link "Take the girls on a field trip to Grace's secret beach." "friday 6-class3">><<set $lesson5=2>><</link>> <<link "Hold a normal discussion about body image issues, but on the campus green instead of in the classroom." "friday 6-class3">><<set $lesson5=3>><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>><<if $lesson5==1>> <div class="thought">These spoiled brats really think they deserve some sort of day off?</div> <div class="thought">They haven't even finished the first week of the term!</div> <<speech "You">>QUIET!!<</speech>> The all stop chattering and pay attention. <<speech "You">>I can't believe how spoiled you all are! You really think that after less than a week, you deserve a day off?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It's not like you've been doing any hard work anyway, I mean... REALITY CHECK! You've been sitting in a classroom, for a few hours a day, talking.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's it!<</speech>> They all look a bit ashamed, except Alyssa. As normal, she has her bitch face on. <<speech "You">>I was actually thinking about letting you all have class outside today. Sitting out in the warm sunshine and feeling the cool breeze on your faces.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That would have been really nice, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well... can we still do that?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Are you fucking kidding?</div> <<speech "You">>NO!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You're all acting like entitled little brats.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You think this world owes you something.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It doesn't.<</speech>> They all stand there, chastised, not making eye contact with you. Then Mikayla speaks up. <<speech "Mikayla">>So... what are we going to do then?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You're going to do EXACTLY WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Now follow me!<</speech>> You head off towards the Fine Arts Building. <div class="thought">Time for these little bitches to learn their lesson.</div> They follow you silently for a few minutes until you reach the Fine Arts Building. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="fine arts building"></div> <<speech "Grace">>What are we doing here?<</speech>> You give Grace a stern look. <<speech "Grace">>Sorry.<</speech>> Olivia looks like she's going to say something. You glare at her as well. She refrains and remains silent. <<speech "You">>No more talking unless I tell you to. That goes for all of you!<</speech>> You walk into the building and they all follow. You head to one of the photography studios. You all enter and you lock the door. You see a switch with a sign that says "Session in Progress." You flip the switch and can see, through the crack under the door, flashing red lights in the hallway outside. Perfect. Just like $barbie.name said. Your students are all standing there unsure of what to do next. Mikayla raises her hand. You point to her. <<speech "You">>Yes, Mikayla?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Thank you, sir. I just would like to ask what we are doing today?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Thank you for being respectful, Mikayla.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You could all learn a thing or two from her.<</speech>> You look around at each of your students. They all look uncomfortable, even Alyssa. <<speech "You">>Today's topic is going to be body image and shame.<</speech>> They look even more uncomfortable. For young women their age, body image and shame is a serious subject, and likely a major part of their anxieties. <<speech "You">>Let's get started.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class4">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>> You decide to give your students a little break today. A field trip to Grace's mysterious secret beach sounds like a good plan for a day when your classroom has been taken over by thousands of rats. <div class="thought">Better to get as far away from that building as possible while they sort things out.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, I'm sold. Field trip to the secret beach.<</speech>> They all cheer. They seem very happy about this and they start chattering excitedly with each other. <<speech "You">>OK, OK. Calm down. Grace, how do we get to this beach?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, we have to take the bus. And I know exactly where we need to get off.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, but do you know HOW to get off, Grace?<</speech>> Grace looks confused. <<speech "Grace">>I usually just tell the bus driver to stop. Then he opens the door for me and I just leave.<</speech>> Some of the students muffle a giggle. Alyssa rolls her eyes. Grace still looks confused. <<speech "Grace">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Nevermind.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>So should we all go get our swimsuits on, Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I guess so. Then let's meet at the bus stop in front of Bell- I mean, in front of the Administration Building.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But... I don't have a swimsuit.<</speech>> <div class="thought">What? Isn't this YOUR secret beach?</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>But I thought you go to this beach all the time, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah, but I just like sitting near the water. It relaxes me.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Come with me, Grace. I have a spare swimsuit you can borrow.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Are you sure?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Totally!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So we'll meet at the bus stop in 20 minutes. I'll go to the cafeteria and get us all some sandwiches and drinks to bring with.<</speech>> They all rush off towards their dorm and you head to the cafeteria. After you've stocked up on rations, you head to the bus stop and arrive just as your students do. You hand out the food and drink and after a few minutes, the bus arrives. You all board it and head off on your field trip. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class4">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>> The rats situation is a very big disruption to your class and their progress. You don't want any further disruption if you can avoid it. <div class="thought">We're just starting to get settled into a routine, and the students are really starting to open up in the discussions.</div> <div class="thought">Now is not the time to change things up. We need to maintain our equilibrium.</div> <<speech "You">>No, no, no. We can't just quit on class and frolic around on the beach all day.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Why not?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Because we have important topics to discuss. You all are not here to just play around. There's work to do.<</speech>> The class looks disappointed. <<speech "Alyssa">>Ugh! You're such a downer, Professor. You know that?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes, Alyssa. I do.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Equilibrium maintained.</div> <<speech "You">>Look, I get that it's Friday and you're all getting a little stir crazy from the classroom, so let's have out class outside today.<</speech>> You gesture to a nice, green area nearby. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green"></div> <<speech "You">>We can sit over there. There's warm sun and cool breeze. It will be nice.<</speech>> They all reluctantly accept your offer. You head over and settle into a circle on the grass to start your discussion. <<speech "Grace">>So what are we talking about today, Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Today, we're going to discuss body image issues.<</speech>> Kaylee smiles, Alyssa rolls her eyes, and the rest of the class looks indifferent... except Grace. She looks a little nervous, but doesn't object. <<speech "You">>I think that for young women your age, there is a lot to discuss when it comes to body image, would you agree?<</speech>> You look around the group to see if anyone has a response. Olivia raises her hand. You gesture to her to continue. <<speech "Olivia">>I think that there are really unfair standards of beauty for women that are perpetuated by society and the media.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, Olivia. That's a good place to start. Would you like to elaborate?<</speech>> Olivia gets her thoughts together. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class4">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "You">>OK. So I know that each of you has something about each of your bodies that you don't like. Something you are ashamed of.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Not me!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Me either!<</speech>> They both smile at you. The rest of the class seems to feed off of their confidence. <div class="thought">This is false bravado. Better squash it ASAP.</div> <<speech "You">>Really, Kaylee? You're telling me you don't absolutely hate all that baby fat around your waist?<</speech>> Kaylee looks very uncomfortable. You look over at Alyssa. <<speech "You">>And I know you can't stand your little bony skeleton hips, Alyssa.<</speech>> Alyssa recoils, looking away, not making eye contact with you. You look around at the rest of the class. <<speech "You">>What else should we talk about? Lauren and Jasmine's flat chests? How about Grace's way too tall torso and stubby little legs?<</speech>> The class are all looking very cowed right now. They definitely don't like you pointing out their most sensitive "flaws" in front of everyone. <<speech "You">>Don't even get me started on Olivia and Sophia's non-existent asses.<</speech>> You've got nearly all of them now. But... there's Mikayla still. <div class="thought">Not sure how I can insult Mikayla. She's fucking perfect. Still, gotta try.</div> <<speech "You">>And Mikayla?!<</speech>> She looks at you like she's ready to receive an unwanted but inevitable spanking. <<speech "You">>Where do I even start?<</speech>> She looks away, ashamed. The whole class is silent. They're all just in their own heads now, swimming in shame and anxiety about their most hated bodily feature. <<speech "You">>Look, we all have things we don't like about our bodies. That's clear.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Today, we're going to do something to try to take control over that.<</speech>> They look up at you with a glimmer of hope. You've teased them with the possibility of taking control of their anxiety. <<speech "You">>But first, you all need to really come to terms with your own bodies. You need to accept what you are working with.<</speech>> You let your statement hang in the air. After a few moments, Jasmine sheepishly raises her hand. <<speech "You">>Jasmine?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>How are we going to do that... sir?<</speech>> <div class="thought">I love it when they call me, "sir."</div> <<speech "You">>By letting everyone see every inch of them.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Now ALL OF YOU, take off your clothes.<</speech>> Everyone looks shocked and disgusted except Kaylee who starts to take her clothes off. Alyssa smacks her. <<speech "Alyssa">>KAYLEE!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Don't get naked for that PERVERT!<</speech>> The all look at you, angrily, now even Kaylee. <div class="thought">This could be a problem.</div> <<speech "You">>Pervert? Really Alyssa? That's what you think?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well what the fuck else would you call someone who locks a bunch of 18 and 19 year old girls in a room and orders them to get naked?!<</speech>> <div class="thought">She's got a point.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah! This is disgusting!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You're so gross!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah!<</speech>> They all seem to be turning against you. Time to swing for the fences, so to speak. <<speech "You">>QUIET!!! QUIET RIGHT NOW!!!<</speech>> They stop talking but are still very upset. <<speech "You">>Haven't you all learned anything so far?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>This is the same goddamn way you were all acting at the beginning of the first class!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You all thought that I was just some pervert! And that you all knew better than me what it was that you needed to make yourselves better!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>BUT YOU DIDN'T!!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>YOU WERE ALL WRONG!!<</speech>> You look around at all of them. Their anger is fading. <<speech "You">>But then, you trusted me. And we had some really tough discussions.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>We talked about things that you were all too embarrassed to discuss.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And how did that work out?<</speech>> You look around at each of them. <<speech "You">>Someone, tell me. How did that work out?<</speech>> They all look around at each other. Then Mikayla raises her hand. <<speech "You">>Mikayla?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>It was for the best. We all felt better after, right?<</speech>> She looks around at everyone and they all seem to agree, to a certain extent. <<speech "You">>So was I just some sick pervert? Or was I someone who's really trying to help you all become better people?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>You were trying to help us.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's right. I was. And I still am.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I know my methods seem... unusual, but you all need to trust that I know what I'm doing, and I'm just trying to help.<</speech>> They all look around to see if anyone of them has any fight left in them, but they don't. They seem to accept what you said and, starting with Alyssa, they strip down naked. <div class="thought">Fuck me, I'm good at this shit!</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class5">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> The bus rumbles along on its normal route passing by some now familiar landmarks on the island. You sit back and enjoy the ride while your students are talking with each other. <<speech "Kaylee">>God I'm so glad we don't have to be in that classroom today!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Me too!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah, it would be so yucky to have to be in there with all those rats.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well, yeah... but I meant I'm just glad we're getting a day off, and we get to leave campus, ya know?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Oh. Yeah I get it.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>But, we're allowed to leave campus, Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I know. But I just don't get a chance to do it that often. Especially not during a class.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And besides, what the fuck is there to do on this island anyway? Go to the ONE store? Or go to the docks and smell all the fucking fish?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, there isn't a lot going on here.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I think that's why they put the school here in the first place. No escape. They can just bore us into submission.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I leave campus all the time.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You do?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But... what do you do?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I... usually I just ride the bus around.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What the fuck? You mean you just sit on the bus and ride it around the island.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Sometimes... yeah.<</speech>> Alyssa and Kaylee laugh. <<speech "Alyssa">>Why the fuck do you do that?<</speech>> Grace looks a little upset. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Sometimes I just don't want to be on campus anymore.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>People make fun of me when I'm there.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Sometimes it's easier to ride the bus.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Damn.</div> Alyssa looks ashamed. <<speech "Alyssa">>Sorry, Grace.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, sorry.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>It's OK. I forgive you.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>You've both been nicer to me, so maybe I won't have to ride the bus so much anymore.<</speech>> <div class="thought">I'm really amazed at Grace's strength sometimes. It's not easy to forgive.</div> Everyone else looks a little uncomfortable. There's an awkward silence on the bus. Lauren breaks it. <<speech "Lauren">>So, how did you find this beach anyway, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, one day I was riding the bus around, and it got a flat tire.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>So the driver had to pull over and we were all just waiting on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>We were going to be there for a long time, so I thought I'd walk around a bit.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I found a little path into the woods that I guess no one really uses any more, cause it was all overgrown. And it lead down to this weird kinda cliff.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I saw that there was a way to walk around the cliff and down to the bottom, and that's where the beach is.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Wow! So... but how do you know it's a secret beach?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, I've been going there ever since, you know, just to sit by the water, and I've never seen anyone else there... ever.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>So it's like your own private beach?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yep! But that's why you can't tell anyone.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I don't want everyone to know about it.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Don't worry, Grace. We won't tell anyone. RIGHT?!<</speech>> Alyssa looks at everyone in a threatening manner. They all nod nervously. <div class="thought">Alyssa's standing up for Grace. She must feel really guilty.</div> <<speech "Sophia">>Well, thank you for sharing your secret with all of us, Grace. That's a really nice thing to do.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Sure! You're all my friends now, and that's what friends do, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Grace... I want to hug you so fucking bad right now!<</speech>> The class laughs. Kaylee hugs Grace. Alyssa rolls her eyes, but smiles anyway. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class5">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well, everywhere you look, all you see are really oversexualized images of women. And it's like everyone and everything expects that you're going to look like that.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Sex sells, Olivia.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I know, Kaylee. That's the problem.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But is it really that much of a problem? I mean... don't we all want to look our best?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Of course it's not a big deal for little miss perfect.<</speech>> Mikayla gives Alyssa a dirty look. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaannoyed.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well what do you think about it then? Huh, Alyssa?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I don't think anything about it.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Oh, of course. Whenever we're talking about anything, you can't be bothered to think about it.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Whatever. Right, Alyssa?<</speech>> Alyssa opens her mouth to speak but doesn't. <div class="thought">She was totally about to say, "whatever."</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, Alyssa. You have to have some opinion on it, don't you?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>No.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Come on, Alyssa. Don't hold back.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well, Professor... maybe if we were somewhere else... say, a BEACH... maybe then I'd be more likely to talk about this.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Great. Just great.</div> <<speech "You">>Alyssa, stop being so childish.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Alyssa!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's not necessary, Mikayla.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Sorry, Professor.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I can tell you what I think, Professor.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Grace is trying to bail Alyssa out here. Maybe she thinks she can earn some points with her.</div> <div class="thought">And maybe that'll get Alyssa to stop making fun of her so much.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Grace. But don't think this let's you off the hook, Alyssa.<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Go ahead, Grace.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Well, for me, it's hard to tell sometimes what other people think.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Like, about who's pretty and who's not... and why.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Really? I think it's obvious what counts as pretty. I mean, it's right in your face all the time.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, everywhere you look. I mean, they're using sexy models to sell snow tires and shit like that.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, see? Like I said... sex sells!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>You didn't say that! I said that!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, yeah. But I was making the same point.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Don't steal my shit, Olivia!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK. Sorry!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But still, Grace... how can you not see it?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I see that stuff. I just mean that sometimes people are pretty in other ways. Or... I mean, sometimes people see other people in different ways...<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I don't know how to say it.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Do you mean that not everyone thinks the same things are pretty, or attractive, when it comes to beauty?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah! That's what I mean.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Like, one time, this boy at my church told me he thought I was pretty. And I was so surprised, cause I never thought that I was pretty.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Are you kidding me? Grace! You're fucking hot!<</speech>> Grace blushes hard. <<speech "Grace">>No I'm not.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yes you are.<</speech>> The class looks surprised that Alyssa complimented Grace so openly. <<speech "Alyssa">>I mean, for a Jesus freak.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Thanks, Alyssa.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well, that was almost a compliment, I guess.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class5">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> Your students, once so defiant and headstrong are now all standing before you, completely naked, in the cold photo studio. The doors are locked. No one is coming to disturb you. They shiver a little and hug themselves, not only to warm up, but also to cover their shame and embarrassment. The cold air has turned all of their nipples into rock hard little soldiers standing at attention. They look to you to see what you want them to do next. <<speech "You">>So, who's going first?<</speech>> They all look a little confused. <<speech "Kaylee">>Who's going first, what?<</speech>> <div class="thought">You haven't actually told them what you want them to do, dummy.</div> <<speech "You">>Yes, sorry. We're going to be doing a little photoshoot with each of you.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You can't do that!<</speech>> You glare at her and she immediately backs off. <<speech "Alyssa">>I mean... you can't take pictures of us... can you?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You should know by now, Alyssa, that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>But please let me assure you, the pictures we take of each of you will all be given to you and only you. No one else will end up with copies. They are just for you.<</speech>> <div class="thought">And if you believe that... I've got some land to sell you too!</div> They all reluctantly accept this and seem to go along with it. <<speech "You">>We're doing this so that you can have visuals of all the things that you don't like about your bodies.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Isn't that just going to make us feel worse?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah. It's like a constant reminder of all our flaws.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes, but it's also a reminder of all the things you like about your bodies.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>What... what do you mean, Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Anyone want to guess what I mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>He means that we don't hate everything about our bodies. And these pics are gonna make us look fucking hot, right?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Kaylee really is smarter than I give her credit for... sometimes, at least.</div> <<speech "You">>Right.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I don't get it.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Me either.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Like we're in a professional photo studio. He's going to take pictures of us like we were models.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, and we're all gonna look hot as fuck!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Kaylee seems to really be getting into this. Maybe she can convince the others.</div> <<speech "You">>Exactly, Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I don't know about this.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Grace... you're already naked. Why not go the next step?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, trust me. When you see a pic of yourself, naked, looking all sexy and hot... It's a major confidence boost.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Shit, I might not even have to convince any of them, the way Kaylee's talking.</div> <<speech "You">>So does than mean you'd like to go first, Kaylee?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I will if you want, but it's gonna be hard for these bitches to follow an act like mine!<</speech>> <div class="thought">What the fuck is she planning to do?</div> <<speech "You">>Fair point. So then who's going to go first?<</speech>> The all look at each other, reluctant to volunteer. Eventually, Olivia raises her hand. <<speech "You">>Olivia? I didn't expect you to be the first.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Might as well get it over with. Where do you want me?<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class6">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> The bus takes you past the ferry terminal and the docks that smell of fish, then its route turns and takes you through some woods. It's a remote area of the island that you hadn't really paid attention to before now. After several minutes, Grace gets up and stands beside the driver at the front of the bus. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/woods.jpg" alt="woods"></div> <<speech "Grace">>Stop here please.<</speech>> The driver stops and pulls over. There's nothing significant about this stopping place as far as you can tell, but you trust that Grace knows where she is. <<speech "Grace">>Thank you.<</speech>> She turns to the rest of you. <<speech "Grace">>This is it.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Alright everyone, let's head out.<</speech>> Your students all get up and file off the bus. It pulls away and drives off out of sight. <<speech "Mikayla">>Wait, how are we going to get back?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Good question. Probably should have asked that before now.</div> <<speech "Grace">>Oh, the bus drivers know to look for me here. When we're ready to leave we just wait and they'll stop for us when they're passing by.<</speech>> Some in the class look a little uncomfortable. <<speech "Lauren">>Are you sure?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, Grace... are you sure about that?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, what if we're stranded now?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well shit! It's not like we can do anything about it. Might as well go find this beach.<</speech>> The class all seem to accept that. <<speech "Kaylee">>So let's go, Grace. Lead the way!<</speech>> Grace smiles. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/woods.jpg" alt="woods"></div> Grace heads off into the woods and the whole class follows. There is a faint trail through the woods, though it has been overgrown. You certainly wouldn't notice it if you weren't looking for it. You walk along for a few minutes, then the woods open up and give way to scrubby brushland. You can hear waves lapping at the shore, so you know you're getting close. You arrive at the top of a small cliff, just like Grace described. She leads you along a path until, about halfway down, the beach is revealed. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/beach.jpg" alt="beach"></div> Your students all stand and marvel in silence at the beautiful empty beach. It's wonderful, and it's completely hidden. A truly secret beach. The warm sun shines down on you all as you stand there in awe. <<speech "Grace">>So... this is it. This is my beach.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Way to go, Grace!</div> The class cannot contain their excitement. They whoop and holler and laugh as they run the rest of the way down to the beach. You stay in your spot and watch them descend for a few minutes, then you follow. When you arrive at the bottom of the path, the girls are all stripping out of their clothes revealing their swimsuits beneath. You're still so overwhelmed by the mere existence of this amazing beach, that you don't notice you're just staring blankly at the girls as they strip down. Kaylee notices you looking. <<speech "Kaylee">>What are you staring at, Professor?<</speech>> Alyssa notices as well and plays along. <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Professor. Haven't you ever seen hot, young, fresh bodies like these?<</speech>> They both turn around and show off their asses to you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/kayleealyssabeach.jpg" alt="kaylee and alyssa on the beach"></div> You blush and look away. Kaylee and Alyssa giggle at you. <div class="thought">Whoops.</div> You shake off that little momentary mistake. Then you hear Grace speak from behind you. <<speech "Grace">>Thanks for getting us these drinks, Professor.<</speech>> You start to answer as you turn around to look at her. <<speech "You">>Sure, Grace. No prob-<</speech>> Your voice dies in your throat when you see her. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace on the beach"></div> <div class="thought">HOLY FUCK!</div> You stare at Grace. <<speech "Grace">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Is...is that... the swimsuit Kaylee lent you?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah! It's a little tight, but I think I like it!<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace on the beach"></div> <div class="thought">I think I like it too.</div> You keep staring at Grace. <<speech "Grace">>You don't like it?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace on the beach"></div> <<speech "You">>No, Grace. I think it's perfectly fine.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yay!<</speech>> Grace runs off down the beach. You watch her go. Then you notice Kaylee and Alyssa have been watching you the whole time. <<speech "Alyssa">>Nice boner, Professor pervert!<</speech>> Kaylee laughs out loud. Then they both show you their asses again before following Grace down the beach. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/kayleealyssabeach.jpg" alt="kaylee and alyssa on the beach"></div> You look down and see they weren't kidding about your boner. It's here, and it's not going anywhere anytime soon. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class6">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "Grace">>So why does it work like that?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I mean, if everyone thinks that different things are pretty, about people... then why do all the sexy people in ads and movies all look... <</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>... The same?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Well, I'm not sure that they do.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Sure, there are some similarities, but they're not all exactly the same.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Not exactly, no. But it's not about how they look.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But you just said that they all have this same "standard of beauty," right? What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well, they're all thin for one thing.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>That's not true! There are a lot of curvy women, celebrities who everyone thinks are hot. Like Cam Cardisian, Nicky Menage, Carty Bee.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I guess. But they still have to work really hard to have that look.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I guess what I'm saying is that there's this expectation that you're going to look... like, up to a certain standard. And that usually means a ton of work.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>She's right. Celebrities have trainers and nutritionists, stylists and makeup consultants. They spend a lot of time and money trying to look good.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Exactly! And then that becomes the standard. Not just for women either, right Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Why are you asking me?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Because you're the only guy here.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>True, but I'm interested in what you think.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well, guys are held up to those high standards too. I mean, every movie star has some shirtless scene and they had to work out for like a whole year in the gym just to look good for fifteen seconds on screen.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>It's not realistic for normal guys to look like that.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>OK, but those guys are usually playing superheroes or something like that. Shouldn't they look like super ripped and hot?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Olivia. Do you really want a fat, flabby superhero? Is that the guy you want to call when you need someone to save the day?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, for superhero movies it makes sense, I guess. But I still think that it's a lot of pressure for people to look that good.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But they're getting paid millions of dollars.<</speech>> Everyone looks at Lauren. She continues. <<speech "Lauren">>Like, they get paid so much, I would expect that they'd put that work in. Wouldn't they want to look good?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I think so too. If you're getting paid what they're getting paid, you can afford to have a trainer and a nutritionist and a stylist and all that other stuff.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, you're right. But I... I guess my point is that there are so many superhero movies, and just so many movies where the characters are all hot and beautiful... and I think that there should be more movies where the people look like... regular people.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Maybe if some people saw that there are celebrities who are famous not for how they look... <</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I don't know... it's hard to explain.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You're doing a good job, Olivia. I think we get it. There's a lot of pressure on regular people to try to look as good as celebrities, even though they may not have the ability to do so.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yes! And sometimes they're killing themselves to try to do it.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh they are not! No one's killing themselves to look like a celebrity.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well, they are though... kind of. Like what about people with eating disorders?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Or people with body dysmorphia?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>What's that?<</speech>> Mikayla looks to you to explain it. You look right back at her. <<speech "You">>Go ahead, Mikayla. Explain it.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class6">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "You">>Go stand over in front of that backdrop.<</speech>> You getsure to a white studio backdrop. Olivia does as she's told and stands in front of it. You get the camera ready and prepare to start the shoot. <<speech "You">>OK, Olivia. Put your hand on your hip and tilt your hips to the side.<</speech>> She does. <<speech "You">>Good. Now look right at the camera. Look sexy.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What does that mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Look like you want to blow the camera.<</speech>> Olivia gives Kaylee a disgusted look. <<speech "Kaylee">>Or like you want to eat it out, I don't know. You know what I mean!<</speech>> Olivia looks at the camera, lustily. <<speech "You">>Perfect!<</speech>> You snap a picture and take a look at the preview on the camera screen. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashoot1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <div class="thought">Fucking hot!</div> <<speech "You">>Good. That looks real good.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I wanna see!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>NO! These pictures are supposed to be just for us!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>What the fuck does it matter? You're literally standing there naked in front of all of us.<</speech>> Olivia thinks about this then shrugs. <<speech "Olivia">>I guess so.<</speech>> Kaylee looks over your shoulder at the picture. <<speech "Kaylee">>Nice, Olivia! You know... If I was into pussy, I'd totally fuck you!<</speech>> Olivia lets out a nervous laugh. <<speech "Olivia">>Thanks, I guess?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, Olivia. I want you to pose in a way that shows off your ass.<</speech>> She looks really uncomfortable about that. <<speech "You">>I know that's the part of your body that you don't like. But that's why you need to show it off.<</speech>> Olivia still looks reluctant, but she strikes a pose anyway. She sits down on the floor with her legs to the side and her ass pointing at the camera. <<speech "You">>That's good. Now put one hand on your ass.<</speech>> She obeys. <div class="thought">Still needs a little something, though.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Spread your ass open a little.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Thanks, Kaylee.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>WHAT?!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Trust me, I'm a professional!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Kaylee makes a great assistant. I'm glad she's here.</div> Olivia spreads her ass open a little, revealing her tight pussy and cute, little asshole. You snap the picture and look at it. You hold the camera for Kaylee to take a look. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashoot2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Holy fuck! I never knew feminists could be so fucking slutty!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Fuck you, Kaylee!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What? It was a compliment!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Oh. Sorry then.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>So what do you want me to do next?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, this is the last shot, so just do whatever you want.<</speech>> Olivia looks nervous and indecisive. <<speech "Olivia">>I don't know what to do.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Do something really slutty this time!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What do you mean, like sluttier than spreading my asshole open?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah... do one like this.<</speech>> Alyssa squats down and spreads her legs open wide. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaspread.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Olivia">>OH MY GOD! NO!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Why not! It'll look so hot!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I... I can't!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah you can! Do it!<</speech>> Everyone looks at Lauren, surprised she's encouraging Olivia. Lauren blushes and giggles. This makes the rest of the class giggle a little, even Olivia. <<speech "Olivia">>OK, fine.<</speech>> She gets down into the position that Alyssa demonstrated. You're about to take the picutre when Kaylee grabs your arm to stop you. <<speech "Kaylee">>Now rub your pussy!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Kaylee! What the fuck?!</div> Olivia looks horrified. <<speech "Olivia">>What?! NO!<</speech>> Kaylee storms over to Olivia and stands above her as she cowers below. <<speech "Kaylee">>FUCKING RUB YOUR PUSSY, NOW!!<</speech>> Olivia startles and immediately starts rubbing herself. Kaylee steps out of frame and Olivia looks at the camera just as you take the picture. You and Kaylee look at it and both smile. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashoot3.jpg" alt="olivia"></div> Olivia stands up and looks at both of you. <<speech "Olivia">>How does it look?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Like I'm about to lick the fucking camera screen!<</speech>> Everyone laughs. <div class="thought">For someone who says they're not into pussy, Kaylee sure seems to like pussy.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Olivia, good job. You're done.<</speech>> Olivia walks away from the backdrop and gathers with the other girls. You're about to ask who wants to go next, but Lauren is already walking up to the backdrop with a big smile on her face. You look over at the other girls. They're all smiling too. <div class="thought">How the fuck does this always happen?!</div> <div class="thought">All I want to do is humiliate them, but they always seem to really enjoy themselves.</div> <div class="thought">Well... What-the-fuck-ever. Let's keep this train moving!</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Lauren. Show us what you've got!<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class7">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> You take a minute or two to settle down before heading over and joining your students. You see Olivia is the only one not with the group, so you go to talk to her. <<speech "You">>So what do you think of this secret beach, Olivia?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Oh, it's fine, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You don't really seem as excited as everyone else. Is something wrong.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>No. I'm fine.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK.<</speech>> You sit next to Olivia in silence. <div class="thought">Don't want to push her. If she wants to talk about it, she will.</div> After a moment or two... <<speech "Olivia">>Can you believe what Kaylee and Alyssa have Grace wearing?<</speech>> You shrug. <div class="thought">Seems like Olivia's trying to pick a fight again. I don't want to take sides.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>I mean, it's so shameful how slutty they're making her.<</speech>> Olivia looks to you to see if you're going to agree. You say nothing. <<speech "Olivia">>But, I mean, what do you expect from those two.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>It's shit like that that makes all women look bad.<</speech>> <div class="thought">OK, I think I need to say something now.</div> <<speech "You">>Grace didn't seem to have a problem with it.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Grace is oblivious. She has no idea what's going on most of the time.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You think you know better?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Of course I do!<</speech>> Olivia says it reflexively, then immediately seems to regret it. <<speech "Olivia">>OK, I shouldn't have said that. But I still don't like how they're taking advantage of Grace.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Is that what you think is going on?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What else could it be?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Olivia doesn't often think outside her little bubble.</div> <div class="thought">She's headstrong, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.</div> <div class="thought">But she could stand to be more open minded.</div> <<speech "You">>Have you considered that maybe they're trying to be more friendly with Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Why would they do that?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Maybe because they feel bad about the way they treated her in the past?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Oh please. They don't give a shit about her.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What makes you say that?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I just know them. They're not like that. They're just cruel.<</speech>> <div class="thought">I can't forget that Olivia has often been on the shitty end of Alyssa and Kaylee's cruelty.</div> <<speech "You">>But people can change, can't they?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Not those two.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And what makes you say THAT?<</speech>> Olivia gets defensive. <<speech "Olivia">>What's with all the questions?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Just having a conversation.<</speech>> Olivia pouts a little, but continues talking. <<speech "Olivia">>Look... I just... They're always trying to pick fights with me.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, I'll grant you that. But haven't they been doing it less often, lately?<</speech>> Olivia thinks about it. <<speech "Olivia">>I guess. But I still don't trust them.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, that's fair. But, you seem to try to pick fights with them as well.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But only because I know that they're gonna make fun of me, or try to piss me off!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Cold War mentality.</div> <<speech "You">>Well, I understand how you feel, but look at the situation.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Grace forgives them when they're mean to her, and she gives them another chance. And now they're all over there having fun together.<</speech>> You point to the group. They're all laughing and enjoying themselves. <<speech "You">>You always assume the worst, and preemptively fight with them. And you're sitting here alone.<</speech>> Olivia looks offended. She's about to say something. <<speech "You">>I'm not trying to insult you or make you feel bad about yourself. I'm just suggesting that you could try a different approach.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You make the choices when it comes to how you treat other people, regardless of how they treat you.<</speech>> Olivia looks uncomfortable, but you can tell she's thinking about what you said. <<speech "You">>I'm going to go over there and join the rest of the group. Would you like to come with me?<</speech>> She hesitates for a moment, then relents. <<speech "Olivia">>OK.<</speech>> The two of you head over to join the rest of the students. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class7">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well... I think it's when you're really critical of your body, right?<</speech>> She looks to you again. <div class="thought">She seems to know what she's talking about, but she's still uncomfortable with leading the discussion.</div> <div class="thought">She's just too used to having the teacher teach and the students all listen.</div> <<speech "You">>You seem to know about this, Mikayla. Just explain it as you understand it.<</speech>> She takes a deep breath. <<speech "Mikayla">>OK, well I know that it's a psychological thing. People can't stop focusing on little things about their body. Like things that they think are ugly or wrong.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>And we all have them, right?<</speech>> She looks around at everyone. They all look a little uncomfortable. <div class="thought">They're all probably thinking about their bodies; about the things they don't like.</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Like for me... I just really don't like my big feet.<</speech>> <div class="thought">I hadn't really noticed.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>You don't have big feet.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I do. I mean, not like sasquatch, but they're bigger than they should be for someone my size.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Really?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Why do you think that?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>It's what my mom always told me. I don't know. Maybe they're not... but I can't NOT think about it.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>I know what you mean.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Do you have big feet too?<</speech>> Sophia smiles at Grace. <<speech "Sophia">>No, I don't think so. What I meant is that I know how it feels when someone points out something about your body that you don't like. Sometimes that just sticks with you.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But you have such a nice body, Sophia.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>LAUREN AND SOPHIA SITTIN' IN A TREE...<</speech>> Lauren and Sophia smile and blush. <<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>F-U-C-K-I-N-G!<</speech>> Everyone giggles. <<speech "You">>OK, KAYLEE.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry. She's right though, Sophia. You're fucking hot! What could you possibly not like about that body?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>My ass is tiny, and flat. And no matter what I do, it's just always been that way.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Nah, it's not that bad!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Maybe... but when I was in junior high, there was this really mean girl who used to always make fun of me for it. And... I guess it just stuck with me.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>And every time I look in a mirror, I'm just obsessed about it.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>That's what I meant, about body dysmorphia. That's what it is, I think.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Good, Mikayla. You're on the right track.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Body dysmorphia is a mental health condition. I've seen it many times before.<</speech>> <div class="thought">It's a lie, but if I say it with confidence, they'll believe it.</div> <<speech "You">>I've worked with a lot of girls your age who have it to one degree or another.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And in severe cases, it can lead to some real serious health problems like eating disorders and unnecessary cosmetic surgeries.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I know a girl who... oh, I shouldn't talk about her.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Spill it! We won't tell anyone.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Just, she had a lot of work done... on her face. And now she looks... weird.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Like really weird.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Ooohh, let's guess who it is!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>NO! Please don't, Alyssa. I shouldn't have said anything.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But who cares?! This girl's never going to know we were talking about her.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But I'd know and I'd feel bad.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah let's not talk about her behind her back. It feels wrong.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>But we always talk about girls behind their back, Grace.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah. I know.<</speech>> <div class="thought">It's probably Grace who they talk about.</div> Kaylee looks a little ashamed. <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh... sorry, Grace.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It's OK. I know people talk about me. I can't do anything about it. But I don't want to do it to another girl.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But she's never going to know, Grace. You're not going to get caught or something.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>That's not why I don't want to do it. I'm not worried about getting caught.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It just wouldn't make me feel good about myself.<</speech>> Alyssa frowns. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class7">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> Lauren stands in front of the white studio background with all the lights on her. You look at her on the camera screen. There's something not right. She looks very pale. <<speech "You">>Kaylee, come look at this.<</speech>> She looks at the screen with you. <<speech "Kaylee">>Ew. Gross.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>What? What is it?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You look really pale.<</speech>> Lauren looks away, uncomfortable. Kaylee notices. <<speech "Kaylee">>Don't worry. It's just the white background and the lights.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Are you sure?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yeah I think she's right.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Lauren. You have such a fair complexion. The lights and the background are draining out all your color.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>What should I do?<</speech>> <div class="thought">I don't know.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>We have to put you in with a more neutral background.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>How do you know all this stuff, Kaylee?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You're kidding, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, Grace, she's a pornstar, remember?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>She makes a living getting naked and looking hot in front of a camera.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>And a damn good living, too!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Umm... so where do you want me to go?<</speech>> You look around the room and notice a sitting area with a couch and some chairs in one corner. You point to it. <<speech "You">>Head over there by the couch.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Olivia, Alyssa, Sophia; turn those lights to face her.<</speech>> They all do as you told them to. You point your camera at Lauren and look at the screen. <div class="thought">Kaylee was right. The warmer neutral background really makes Lauren look better.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>Is it better?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Much.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Good. So what do you want me to do?<</speech>> You look over at Kaylee. She nods and is about to start directing Lauren when Mikayla interrupts. <<speech "Mikayla">>Put your hands on your hips and smile.<</speech>> Kaylee gives Mikayla a sour look. Mikayla looks back at her. <<speech "Mikayla">>What? I wanna help too!<</speech>> Kaylee shrugs. Mikayla smiles. Lauren poses as Mikayla directed. <<speech "Lauren">>Like this?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Perfect. Hold that.<</speech>> You snap the picture. Kaylee and now Mikayla huddle next to you to look at the screen. You purposefully hold the camera up a little too high, forcing the girls to stretch and stand on their tip toes to see the screen Mikayla puts her hand on the small of your back to balance herself. Your brain reminds your dick how naked these two are. Your dick twitches. You three look at the shot of Lauren. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenshoot1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>It looks really good!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Lauren! You look hot!<</speech>> Lauren blushes and giggles. The rest of the group seems interested. <<speech "Olivia">>I want to see!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Me too!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>May I see?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, lemme see!<</speech>> They all start heading over to you, except Alyssa. You look over at her. She rolls her eyes. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> She follows the rest of them. They all circle around you. You find yourself in a sea of naked young women, all smiling and giggling looking at the camera screen. <div class="thought">This is not what I had planned, but it's working out just great nonetheless!</div> <<speech "Lauren">>Can I see?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>No. Stay there, we're not done yet.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Girls, can you please?<</speech>> They all give you some space to work. <<speech "You">>OK, Lauren. Now turn to the side. I want a profile shot.<</speech>> She looks nervous. <div class="thought">Turning to the side will show just how little her tits are. She's self-conscious about that.</div> <<speech "You">>Come on, Lauren, we don't have all day!<</speech>> She reluctantly complies, but she doesn't smile. <<speech "You">>You gotta smile, Lauren!<</speech>> She puts on a thoroughly unconvincing smile. <<speech "You">>Not good enough, Lauren.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I'm sorry. I just... I'm nervous.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Just think about big dicks!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah! We know you like 'em!<</speech>> Lauren blushes and smiles. You snap the picture. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenshoot2.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<speech "You">>Looks good, Lauren.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Just one more.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>What should I do?<</speech>> You look around to the group. <<speech "You">>Any ideas?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Get up on the couch, doggy style!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>WooHoo! Yeah!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah! Get it, girl!<</speech>> The class all encourage Lauren. She gets on the couch on all fours and sticks her ass back at the camera. She looks back over her shoulder. <<speech "You">>Perfect! Now smile!<</speech>> Lauren smiles and you snap the picture. The girls all crowd around you again to see it. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenshoot3.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> Lauren gets up from the couch and joins the rest of the class. She's pushing her way in to try to see the screen and her naked ass rubs up against your crotch. Your boner emerges. The girls are all too busy looking at the screen to notice, except Jasmine. She sees it and the two of you make eye contact. <div class="thought">Did she notice?</div> Jasmine smiles at you. <div class="thought">She noticed.</div> You smile back. Everyone seems to agree that Lauren's pics look hot. They're all congratulating her and telling her how good she looks. Before you realize it, Jasmine has walked over to the white background. She stands in front of it. <<speech "Jasmine">>Me next!<</speech>> The class looks over at her. <<speech "You">>OK. Get those lights on her, girls!<</speech>> They all rush to do as they're told. Kaylee goes over to Jasmine and starts to talk to her. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class8">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> You and Olivia join the other students. They're all sitting around in a circle on their beach towels, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. You sit down on a rock just outside the circle. Olivia looks nervously for a place to sit. Grace and her swimsuit are the center of attention, with everyone joking and giggling. They all seem to think she looks really hot in it. Grace is blushing and giggling along. She notices Olivia. <<speech "Grace">>Hi Olivia! Sit with us!<</speech>> The whole group looks at Olivia. Grace makes some space on her towel and gestures to it. Olivia hesitantly sits down. <<speech "Kaylee">>What were you doing over there all by yourself?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, what the fuck, Olivia?<</speech>> Olivia looks like she's about to yell at both of them, then Grace speaks. <<speech "Grace">>Yeah, we were all wondering. We wanted you to come over and sit with us!<</speech>> Kaylee smiles at Olivia <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah!<</speech>> Alyssa even smiles at Olivia... a little. <<speech "Alyssa">>But you were being a fucking weirdo and just sitting there by yourself.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well sorry, Alyssa! Maybe I didn't feel like being insulted!<</speech>> The whole class is surprised by Olivia's response. <<speech "Alyssa">>Jesus! Calm down! It was just a joke!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well sometimes it...<</speech>> You catch Olivia's eye. She stops and calms down a little before continuing what she was saying. <<speech "Olivia">>...It's hard to tell if you're joking or not, OK?<</speech>> Alyssa's bitch armor is up, but she's letting it drop, slowly. <<speech "Alyssa">>Fine. Sorry.<</speech>> Olivia takes a deep breath. <<speech "Olivia">>I'm sorry too.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>So... Are you two gonna stop fighting?<</speech>> Alyssa and Olivia look at each other and shrug. Then they look at Grace and both nod. <<speech "Grace">>Yay! I really like it when we're all nice to each other!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Me too.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>It's better this way.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>We can't fight. Not here at the secret beach.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, that should be a rule. No fighting at the secret beach.<</speech>> <div class="thought">It's like the DMZ.</div> Alyssa looks at Olivia and reaches out her hand. <<speech "Alyssa">>Deal?<</speech>> Olivia shakes Alyssa's hand. <<speech "Olivia">>Deal.<</speech>> <div class="thought">PROGRESS!</div> They all start chattering and giggling again. You sit back and enjoy the sunshine and cool sea breeze. You're not really paying attention to them, and don't at first notice that they all seem to be talking about you. <<speech "Kaylee">>So where's your swimsuit, Professor?<</speech>> You refocus. <<speech "You">>What?<</speech>> They're all looking at you, smiling. <<speech "Kaylee">>I said, where's your swimsuit?<</speech>> You realize that you are definitely the odd one out here. You're the only one in street clothes. <<speech "You">>To be honest, Kaylee... I don't have one.<</speech>> They all giggle a little. <<speech "Mikayla">>What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, who doesn't have a swimsuit?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Well, I had to move here on... short notice.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And you forgot to bring your swimsuit with you? Sounds kinda sus.<</speech>> <div class="thought">If only they knew you were hiding out in a shitty motel room with just a few of your clothes in an overnight bag.</div> You play it off. <<speech "You">>Yeah, must've gotten lost in the move. And I don't really know where I can buy another one on the island.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK boomer. You know about the internet, right?<</speech>> You roll your eyes and smile at Alyssa. She smiles back smugly. <<speech "You">>Yes, Alyssa. I know about the internet.<</speech>> She giggles. <<speech "You">>How old do you think I am?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>You really want to know?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Nope.</div> <<speech "You">>Nope.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Good answer, Professor.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class8">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "Olivia">>Can we get back on topic please?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What were we talking about?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>About how unfair it is that we all have to live up to this impossible body standard.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh yeah. Lame.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Why is it lame?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>It's just... is it really that big a deal? I mean for a few people here and there, they might get an eating disorder or something. So what?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>So if that can be prevented, shouldn't we at least try?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>It's people's health we're talking about. Shouldn't that be more important than looking sexy just to sell makeup or yoga pants or whatever?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>But isn't it unhealthy to be overweight and out of shape too?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Huh?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Well, if it's unhealthy to try so hard to be thin, isn't it also unhealthy to not exercise, and not eat right?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What are you getting at?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Just... look, this is sort of an unpopular opinion these days, but I don't think that people who are really overweight and out of shape should be idolized or presented as a standard to live up to either.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>I think she's right.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But you shouldn't shame people like that either.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah, it makes them feel bad about themselves.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>But should they just think that they're perfect the way they are, when they're literally eating themselves to death?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Maybe they're never going to be supermodel-thin, but they should at least try to stay healthy.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Why? If someone wants to just sit around and eat junk food, and not exercise, and die when they're like forty or something... that's their choice. Let 'em!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Alyssa! That's horrible!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Why is that horrible? They made their decision!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>But it's not always that simple, Alyssa. For some of those people, it's a mental health problem.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It's not just as simple as choosing to be fat, or not having the willpower to stop eating.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Is that just what you say whenever someone points out that MAYBE what you're saying is not totally right?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You never want to talk about things that might challenge your beliefs.<</speech>> Alyssa frowns at you. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Whatever.</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>OK, Professeor, I think you're right. There are some more complicated things involved in why people end up overweight. I just think that we shouldn't praise people for being really unhealthy. It's a bad example.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, that's fair. But what about someone who eats pretty healthy, and exercises regularly, but they're still a little overweight. I mean, you're all young still.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>What does that mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>It means that when we get old like him, we're all gonna get fat too.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, not exactly how I would have phrased it, but basically, yeah.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It becomes harder to stay in shape as you get older.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>But I see what you're saying, Jasmine. And I think it's a good point.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>So we should try to be thin and pretty then?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>NO!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>YES!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>It's not that simple.<</speech>> Grace looks a little overwhelmed. <<speech "Grace">>I... I don't think I get it.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class8">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> None of the others are volunteering to go next, so you'll have to volunteer someone. Grace still looks particularly nervous so you decide it should be her. <<speech "You">>Grace, you're next.<</speech>> Grace looks really scared. <<speech "Grace">>Do I have to?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Are you really asking me that?<</speech>> Grace says nothing. <<speech "You">>Yes, Grace. You have to.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yes sir.<</speech>> She reluctantly walks over to the backdrop. She squints as the harsh, bright lights shine on her. She stands in a decidedly unsexy pose, nervously hugging herself and not smiling. <<speech "You">>Grace, you gotta smile.<</speech>> She tries her best to smile, but can't seem to force one. <<speech "You">>Grace! SMILE!<</speech>> She looks like she's about to cry. <<speech "Alyssa">>Hey, Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What is it, Alyssa?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Don't you think she'd look better over on the couch instead?<</speech>> <div class="thought">I'm not sure she would, but she's not giving me anything in front of the backdrop, so why not give it a shot.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, let's try it.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Grace! Get over on the couch!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yes sir.<</speech>> She heads over there and some of the girls move the lights to face her. You look at Grace through the camera. She still looks nervous. <<speech "Grace">>I don't know what to do, Professor.<</speech>> <<if $lesson2==2>>You look at Grace. You remember your little office session with her and think that maybe you can try to encourage her. You look right at her and give her a little wink that only she notices. She smiles. <<speech "You">>You can do this, Grace.<</speech>> This seems to bolster her confidence and she smiles even wider.<<else>>You look at Grace. She seems really lost here. You're about to yell at her some more, but Alyssa beats you to it. <<speech "Alyssa">>Come on, Grace! This isn't that hard! You're super fucking hot, you're just the only one in here who doesn't know it!<</speech>> Grace looks unconvinced. <<speech "Grace">>No I'm not.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>YES YOU FUCKING ARE!<</speech>> Everyone seems to agree and they begin to encourage Grace. <<speech "Kaylee">>You can do it, Grace!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah! You can do it!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>You're really hot, Grace!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I'd fuck you!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Grace, you're beautiful!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, Grace! Show it off!<</speech>> Grace seems to be encouraged by all this positive attention. She looks confident now. She smiles wide.<</if>> <<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>How do you want me, Professor?<</speech>> <div class="thought">You don't want to know, little churchmouse.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Wait, hold on!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What now?!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Don't you think she'd look hotter with her knee socks and her little pink sneakers on?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Yes!</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Yes!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yes!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yes!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yes!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yes!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yes!<</speech>> Grace giggles. <<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>> She puts them on then kneels back on the couch. She looks adorably fuckable. Without warning you snap the picture and look at it on the screen. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceshoot1.jpg" alt="grace"></div> Everyone gathers around to look. They all start giggling. <<speech "Grace">>Do I look good?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Oh my God, Grace! You look SOOO cute!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Really? I do?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Grace. You do!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>A little TOO cute! You gotta do something sexier!<</speech>> Grace looks a little nervous again. <<speech "Grace">>But I don't know how to be sexy.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Like fuck you don't!</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Just get on all fours and spread your ass open for the camera.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>OH MY GOD! KAYLEE! NO!!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What?! You wanted to be sexy, and that pose is sexy one hundred percent of the time! Trust me!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I... I can't do that! Not in front of Professor $you.fakelastName and all of you!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Grace... don't take this the wrong way, but you need to grow the fuck up!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Lauren did that shit, Jasmine did shit even sluttier!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Hell, even Olivia did it!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, AND she was jacking off in the corner earlier!<</speech>> Olivia looks shocked. Kaylee looks right at her. <<speech "Kaylee">>That's right bitch! I noticed! WE ALL NOTICED!<</speech>> Olivia blushes hard. <<speech "Kaylee">>But it doesn't matter because we're all naked and horny and locked in here together until we finish this shit!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>YEAH! NOW GET ON ALL FOURS AND SPREAD IT!<</speech>> Grace startles. <<speech "Grace">>Yes Ma'am!<</speech>> She quickly does what Alyssa commanded. <div class="thought">What the fuck just happened?</div> <div class="thought">Fuck it. Nevermind.</div> You point the camera at Grace and take the picture. Everyone looks at it on the screen. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceshoot2.jpg" alt="grace"></div> They all giggle and cheer for Grace, telling her how hot she looks. <<speech "You">>OK, Grace. Last one. Do whatever you want.<</speech>> Grace thinks a moment. Her confidence is really high now from all the encouragement. <<speech "Grace">>Can I... can I do a... slutty one? Like Olivia and Jasmine did?<</speech>> <div class="thought">FUCK YES YOU CAN!</div> <<speech "You">>Like I said, Grace, do whatever you want.<</speech>> She smiles at you then squats down on the couch with her legs spread, showing off her little, pink twat. She smiles with pride. <<speech "Kaylee">>Get in there good, Professor!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Good idea, Kaylee.</div> You move in close and take a nice shot that really features Grace's virgin pussy. Grace gets off the couch and she and the rest of the girls gather around to look a the pic. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceshoot3.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>HOLY SHIT GRACE!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>That one's gonna make Olivia rub one out again!<</speech>> Grace giggles <<speech "Grace">>KAYLEE! STOP!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>No, she's right!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah she is!<</speech>> You notice that both Olivia and Alyssa are gently rubbing themselves. No one seems to care. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class10">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> You find yourself standing in waist deep water nearby the shore. Your students are all in a group, laughing, splashing and playing in the water. Your eyes are drawn to their beautiful, youthful bodies. You probably shouldn't stare, but it's hard not to. <div class="thought">Alyssa and Kaylee already caught me earlier staring at Grace's exposed body.</div> <div class="thought">But they seemed to play it off as a joke.</div> <div class="thought">I mean, it's not like any of them are underage... and they want guys to look... right?</div> You're lost in thought and don't notice right away that the girls are calling to you.. <<speech "Mikayla">>Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Professor!<</speech>> You look up and see them all motioning for you to join them. You dive under the water and swim over to their group, surfacing nearby. <<speech "Kaylee">>We thought you were just gonna stay over there all day!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Professor. What were you doing over there?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Waiting for my boner to subside.</div> <<speech "You">>Just enjoying the beautiful view.<</speech>> They all giggle. Kaylee squeezes her tits together in front of you. <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, some view, huh?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Of the beach. Of nature, I mean.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Sure you do, Professor.<</speech>> You shake your head and smile. <<speech "You">>Oh grow up, girls. Not everything is about sex.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Says the pervert sex teacher!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Alyssa! Don't be mean!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Professor $you.fakelastName is not a pervert.<</speech>> Alyssa looks at you with a mischevious grin. Kaylee joins her. <<speech "Alyssa">>Don't be so sure, Grace.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Stop it, Alyssa. You should be thanking Professor $you.fakelastName. He let us come to this beach instead of having class today!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Maybe you're right.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So, Professor... how do you think we should all thank you?<</speech>> She has that same mischevious grin on her face. <div class="thought">Alyssa... at it again.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>I can think of a few ways!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Oh come on you two! Leave the guy alone for one day.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, you two are always messing with him.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>It's fun!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah. You know it's all just fun, right Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yeah, Alyssa. All in good fun.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Until I get fired... and the mob tracks me down... and I end up at the bottom of this fucking ocean.</div> Kaylee looks at you. <<speech "Kaylee">>Besides, I don't care if you want to look at me, Professor.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, me either!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>What about the rest of you?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>I don't care.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Me either.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I don't care either.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>It's fine, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It doesn't bother me!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well, normally I would really have a problem with the male gaze, seeing as it's just an expression of men's desire to-<</speech>> Kaylee cuts Olivia off. <<speech "Kaylee">>See Professor? No one cares! We like when you leer at us!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Hey, I wasn't leering at you!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Can we just say that I was lost in thought and I happened to be looking in your direction?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Whatever makes you feel better, I guess.<</speech>> Just as you've all got that sorted out, a big, rogue wave seems to come out of nowhere and hits you and the girls. You're all caught by surprise and knocked from your feet and under the water. When you all surface and clear your eyes, you can see that the wave has caused a couple wardrobe malfunctions. Lauren and Mikayla have had their tops removed by the force of the wave. They squeal and giggle. You stare directly at them. <div class="thought">Now I'm DEFINITELY leering.</div> <div class="thought">And I don't care.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class10">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "You">>I normally don't want to interfere in your discussions unless I have to. But, Alyssa... I think you're wrong about what guys want.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh really?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>The why is Kaylee making almost half a million a year doing what she does?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, you're not wrong about what some guys want. But not every guy is like that.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But most of them are!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Look, I think there's definitely a narrative out there that guys are only interested in sex. But that's just not true.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Alyssa, Kaylee... sure, if you only look at the guys who subscribe to Kaylee's JustFans, then you'd think that guys only want sex and nothing else matters to them.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And Olivia, if all you ever hear about is how men are pigs and they only want impossibly beautiful women, then you'd get to thinking that's the truth... but it's not.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Get outside your bubbles a little bit, and I think you'll find that the world is a very complex and diverse place.<</speech>> The seem a little miffed that you called them out, but you can tell they're thinking about what you said. <<speech "Grace">>Well... what do guys want then, Professor?<</speech>> You smile at Grace. Everyone looks at you awaiting your response. <<speech "You">>That's just it, Grace. I can't tell you what ALL guys want because ALL guys don't want the same things.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>This is how we get ourselves all tied up in knots; when we assume that an entire group of people all act the same, and all want the same thing.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I mean, if I said that all women just want to find a guy with a lot of money who will take care of them, would you agree?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well, sort of?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Really?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well, maybe not.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Definitely not. I don't care about that shit.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Me either.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, fuck that. I make my own money!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>See, even just in this group, at least half of you disagree.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>So let's stop generalizing.<</speech>> Olivia looks a little uncomfortable. <<speech "Olivia">>But if what you're saying is true... then WHY? Why is everything we see all about sex and being beautiful?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Can't deny what she's saying.</div> <<speech "You">>I think, Olivia, that it comes down to fantasy vs. reality.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What do you mean by that?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I'll try to explain.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class10">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <div class="thought">Well, who should be next?</div> You look at Alyssa. She's still fixated on Grace. <<speech "You">>Alyssa!<</speech>> She startles. <<speech "Alyssa">>What?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You're next. Let's get a move on!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK! OK!<</speech>> She gets in front of the backdrop and some of your "assistants" move the lights to shine on her. <<speech "You">>OK Alyssa, let's get this done quick.<</speech>> She stands there with a sexy, filthy smile. You point the camera and just as you take the shot, she slides her hands down to her hips and looks down, away from the camera. You and some of the other girls look at the pic on the screen. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot1.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>Alyssa! Why did you get all shy all of a sudden? This pic is ruined.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I didn't! What are you talking about?!<</speech>> You walk over and show her the pic. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot1.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>Everything looked good, then you got nervous. That doesn't seem like a very Alyssa thing to do.<</speech>> She looks a little uncomfortable, but covers it well. <<speech "Alyssa">>I just looked down at the wrong moment! Maybe you should warn me when you're about to take a picture!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Check your attitude.<</speech>> She frowns. <<speech "Alyssa">>Fine. Sorry.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's better. Let's go again.<</speech>> You step back and get ready for the next shot. Alyssa is looking at the camera with a smile. <<speech "You">>OK, Alyssa, I'm about to take the shot. Are you ready?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yes.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK.<</speech>> Just as you snap the pic, her hands slide down to cover her hips again. You take a look at the shot on the screen. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot2.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> Kaylee looks too. <<speech "Kaylee">>I mean, it's better than the last one, but you still look kinda nervous.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well, we can't all be as big of a whore as you are, Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Damn right!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>That was supposed to be an insult.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh. Then fuck you, bitch!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>HOOKER!<</speech>> Kaylee and Alyssa smile at each other. <<speech "You">>Look, Alyssa... everytime I go to shoot a pic, you cover up your hips.<</speech>> Alyssa looks uncomfortable. <div class="thought">That's what she's sensitive about.</div> <<speech "You">>Stop worrying about your bony hips!<</speech>> She looks defensive. <<speech "Alyssa">>I'm NOT!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>PROVE IT!<</speech>> She frowns at you, but then strikes a pose with her arms over her head, fully exposing her hips. <<speech "You">>That's more like it!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Now smile for the camera!<</speech>> She gives you a little half smile. You snap the pic and take a look at the results. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot3.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "You">>It looks OK, but you don't really look like you're enjoying yourself.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well... what else do you want? You said show your hips, I did it. You said smile, I did it. So what?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Look, Alyssa. The whole point here is to show off the part of your body that you don't like, but also be confident about it.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I mean, if Olivia and Grace can do it, I would have thought it would be easy for you.<</speech>> This seems to get her competitive fire burning. She doesn't want to be out-sexied by Olivia and Grace. She strikes the same sexy pose but with a big smile. <div class="thought">Now she looks like she's into it.</div> <<speech "You">>Perfect.<</speech>> You snap the pic and everyone gathers to take a look. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot4.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>You look really good, Alyssa.<</speech>> Alyssa joins the group. <<speech "Alyssa">>Lemme see.<</speech>> You give her a raised-eyebrow-look. <<speech "Alyssa">>Lemme see PLEASE...<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>...Sir.<</speech>> You smile and hold out the camera for her to see. She looks at the pic and smiles. <<speech "Kaylee">>See? I told you your hips weren't that bad! You look hot!<</speech>> Grace puts her hand on Alyssa's shoulder. <<speech "Grace">>You look really pretty, Alyssa.<</speech>> Alyssa blushes a little and smiles just for a moment. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK, stop looking at me. Who's next?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Sophia, you're next.<</speech>> Sophia smiles and heads over in front of the backdrop. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class11">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> The rest of the girls search around for Lauren and Mikayla's bikini tops. <<speech "Kaylee">>I found one!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Me too, I found the other one!<</speech>> They give the errant swim tops back to the girls and they put them back on, covering themselves once again. Kaylee looks over at you. <<speech "Kaylee">>How's that for a show, Professor?<</speech>> You can't help but make eye contact with Lauren and Mikayla. You feel uncomfortable, and you can tell that they do to. <<speech "You">>Sorry, girls. Sorry for staring.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh come on! Didn't we just say that we don't care?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Still... it was inappropriate.<</speech>> Lauren and Mikayla look at you and manage a smile. <<speech "Mikayla">>It's no big deal, Professor.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, it was an accident.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Don't worry about it.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>See! It's nothing!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Maybe they're right.</div> The girls get back to playing in the water, and you get back to watching them without looking too creepy. After a few minutes, you see that Alyssa and Kaylee are talking with Grace. They all seem to agree on something, then Grace wades over to you in the chest-deep water. <<speech "Grace">>Will you be my partner, Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>For what, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Kaylee and Alyssa want to have a chicken fight!<</speech>> You look over at Kaylee and Alyssa. They're smiling at you. <<speech "You">>Oh they do, huh?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>We're gonna kick your ass, Professor!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Challenge accepted!</div> You lean in to Grace and whisper in her ear. <<speech "You">>Let's beat these bitches!<</speech>> She giggles. <<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>> You all gather up near each other. Alyssa gets up on Kaylee's shoulders and Grace gets on yours. Her thighs are squeezing you tightly as she balances and gets ready for the fight. You think about just how skimpy her bikini is as you feel her crotch rubbing against the back of your neck. <div class="thought">This is fine. Everything is fine.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>OK, GO!!<</speech>> The fight begins! Grace and Alyssa struggle with each other, laughing and giggling. You hold on tightly to Grace's legs, trying to keep her steady up on your shoulders. Alyssa talks shit the whole time! <<speech "Alyssa">>Come on, Grace! You ain't got shit!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Is that the best you can do, bitch!<</speech>> Grace laughs and squeals with glee as she wrestles with Alyssa. You and Kaylee are standing right next to each other, your bodies rubbing together as the other two fight for dominance above you. <<speech "Kaylee">>How you doin', Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>No distractions, Kaylee! We're in it to win it!<</speech>> Kaylee gives you a smug smile. Suddenly you feel her grab your balls beneath the water. You tense up. <<speech "You">>HOLY FUCK!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>What?!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>What?!<</speech>> Kaylee releases your junk, but you're still so shocked by it that you start to lose your balance. Kaylee loses her grip on Alyssa. The four of you all tumble into the water together with a mighty splash. When you surface, Kaylee is looking right at you. Alyssa and Grace look confused. <<speech "Grace">>What happened?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Kaylee... what the fuck?!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I guess my hand slipped. Right, Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Sure. And I think I just lost my balance.<</speech>> Kaylee keeps looking right at you. <<if $lesson4==2>>After what happened in your office yesterday, you know just how sexually aggressive she can be. <div class="thought">I thought we we're keeping that shit under wraps!</div><<else>><div class="thought">Well... she's very... forward.</div><</if>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I guess it's a draw then.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yeah, a draw.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Don't worry, Professor! We'll get them next time!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Professor... next time.<</speech>> She smiles at you. Alyssa seems to notice what's going on between the two of you. <div class="thought">Kaylee... what the fuck are you doing?</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Do you two need a moment?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What? No!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Alyssa. Don't be weird.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>What's going on? I don't get it.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Nevermind, Grace. Let's get out of the water. I'm starting to get all shriveled up.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>> Grace and Alyssa head for shore. Kaylee is about to follow them, but before she does, she takes your hand and puts it down the front of her bikini bottoms. She uses your hand like a sex toy for about thirty seconds, looking you right in the eye and smiling at you the whole time. <div class="thought">WHAT THE FUCK, KAYLEE?!</div> She releases your hand and winks at you. <<speech "Kaylee">>Now we're even!<</speech>> With that, she follows the other two to the shore. <div class="thought">I hope none of the other girls saw that.</div> You look around and see that most of them are on the beach already. They probably didn't see anything. You, Lauren and Mikayla are the only ones left in the water. You head over to them. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class11">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "You">>Well, what is really being sold?<</speech>> They all look a little confused. <<speech "You">>When you see a beautiful woman or a handsome man selling a product in a commercial, what is really being sold?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I guess it depends on the commercial.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Does it, though?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Don't think about it literally. In a more general sense, what is being sold?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Fantasy.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>EXACTLY.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>They're selling you a fantasy.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Drink this beer and this hot woman will want to have sex with you.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Wear this eyeliner and you'll look as beautiful as this famous supermodel.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>That's true, it really is.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I guess it is.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So they use the fantasy of sex to sell you energy drinks and shit?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You tell me. Do they?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I think he's right.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I guess so. I mean... it's not like drinking a certain thing is actually going to make women want to fuck you more.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But... do people actually believe that? Do they really think that buying a certain thing is going to make people like them more?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Well, what do you think, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I don't see how they could really believe that.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But do they have to consciously believe it for it to work?<</speech>> The class looks at Mikayla for further explanation. <<speech "Mikayla">>Doesn't it usually work subconsciously?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Ahh. That's interesting, Mikayla. Tell us more.<</speech>> Mikayla smiles. <<speech "Mikayla">>Well, even if you don't really believe that the right lipstick is going to make you beautiful, or that the right whiskey is going to make women fall in love with you...<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Sometimes, you just buy it anyway... and you don't really even know why... right?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Isn't that your subconscious?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>It's all a fantasy, though. It's not real.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But it works. Otherwise they'd stop doing it.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Advertisers. They wouldn't keep doing it if it wasn't working.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>She's right.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But doesn't that bother you?! People are living in a fantasy world!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I don't think it's all that bad, Olivia.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, just because sex sells, it doesn't mean we're all being brainwashed or something.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I think it does! I think that there are a lot of people who really can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>That's interesting. What does everyone think about that?<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class11">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> You're about to start when Kaylee touches you on the arm to get your attention. <<speech "Kaylee">>Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What is it, Kaylee?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Could I please try to take the pictures this time... sir... please?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well, she's been helpful, and she asked respectfully, so I should reward her.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee.<</speech>> She smiles. You hand her the camera. <<speech "Kaylee">>Thanks, Teach!<</speech>> You frown at her. She looks at you sheepishly. <<speech "Kaylee">>Sir Teach?<</speech>> You roll your eyes. <<speech "You">>Just take the pictures.<</speech>> She smiles at you then directs her attention to Sophia. <<speech "Kaylee">>So what was it that you hate about yourself again?<</speech>> Sophia frowns. <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh yeah, I remember. You have a little ass.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Fuck off, Kaylee!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Hey, don't be a bitch! I was going to help you with that!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>How?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Well now I don't know if I want to or not.<</speech>> Sophia sighs. <<speech "Sophia">>I'm sorry, OK?<</speech>> Kaylee laughs. <<speech "Kaylee">>I was just fucking with you! I would've helped you anyway!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>You're such a cunt.<</speech>> Kaylee winks at Sophia and Sophia smiles back. <<speech "Kaylee">>OK, so the trick to making your ass look better is...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Heels.<</speech>> She looks over at a small clothing rack in the corner. <<speech "Kaylee">>Sophia, go over there and see if you can find some. Pick the tallest, sluttiest ones you can find.<</speech>> Sophia does as she's told and returns with a pair of tall, white platform heels. <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah! Those are perfect!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But... how do your shoes make your butt look better?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>They change your posture so it sticks out more.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>How do you know that, miss feminism?!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I read it in an article on a feminist blog. You see, men invented high heels so that women would wear them to change their posture. That way, women always look like they're presenting themselves for sex and then men can control-<</speech>> Alyssa cuts her off. <<speech "Alyssa">>Nevermind. Don't care.<</speech>> Olivia frowns but does not continue. <<speech "Kaylee">>Can we get back to this?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>OK, I'm ready.<</speech>> Sophia strikes a sexy frontal pose and Kaylee snaps a pic. She shows it to you. <<speech "Kaylee">>What do you think, Professor?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiashoot1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <div class="thought">Fuck she's hot.</div> <<speech "You">>Looks good to me.<</speech>> <<if $lesson4==1>>You look up and smile at Sophia. It seems to bolster her confidence a little and she smiles back. Your little office session yesterday seems to have really gained her loyalty, just as you expected.<<else>>Kaylee smiles.<</if>> <<speech "Kaylee">>OK, now turn to the side and show off your ass.<</speech>> Sophia looks a little nervous about that. <<speech "Kaylee">>Trust me. Let the heels do the work.<</speech>> Sophia turns to the side and Kaylee takes the shot. You both look at it. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiashoot3.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <div class="thought">Kaylee was right. The heels are working like magic.</div> <div class="thought">That "fuck me" smile Sophia's got helps too.</div> <<speech "Sophia">>Does it look good?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Fucking great! Now turn a little more and really show that ass off!<</speech>> Sophia turns to point her ass at the camera. She looks back over her shoulder and smiles. Kaylee snaps the pic. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiashoot2.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>YES! So hot!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I want to see!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Me too!<</speech>> All the girls are clamoring about wanting to see the pic. They crowd around Kaylee. <<speech "Kaylee">>Damn you horny little bitches! Fine, here, look!<</speech>> She hands the camera over to Jasmine and all the girls pass it around looking at the pics of Sophia. They all oooh and aaah at how hot she looks. Sophia smiles. <<speech "Sophia">>So... am I done?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>NO WAY!<</speech>> Kaylee grabs the camera back. <<speech "Kaylee">>You still need to do the slut shot!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>You think you can handle that one on your own?<</speech>> Sophia smiles then gets down on her hands and knees and points her ass at the camera. She puts one hand back on her ass and really spreads herself open. <<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck yeah!<</speech>> Kaylee gets in close and snaps a pic that really shows off Sophia's pussy and asshole. You take a look at it. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiashoot4.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <div class="thought">Yep, that's a slut shot alright.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Fucking hot, Sophia!<</speech>> Sophia takes a look at her pics and seems to agree that they are, indeed, fucking hot. She and Kaylee giggle together looking at them. <<speech "You">>Kaylee?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What?<</speech>> You hold out your hand. <<speech "You">>Camera?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh, yeah. Here you go.<</speech>> She hands it to you. <<speech "You">>Good job.<</speech>> Kaylee beams at your compliment. <div class="thought">A little praise now and then can go a long way when you're training a girl like Kaylee.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, Mikayla. You're up next.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class12">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> Mikayla and Lauren see you as you swim up to them. They smile. <<speech "You">>Hi girls.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Hi, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Hi, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I just wanted to make sure neither of you were embarrased about what... happened....<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You know... about what I saw.<</speech>> Neither of them seem to be too bothered by it. <<if $lesson3==1>>Mikayla gives you a knowing look. After what you two did in your office the other day, she shouldn't be bothered by something like this. She's just playing innocent for Lauren's sake.<<elseif $lesson3==2>>Lauren gives you a knowing look. After what you two did in your office the other day, she shouldn't be bothered by something like this. She's just playing innocent for Mikayla's sake.<<else>><</if>> <<speech "Mikayla">>No big deal. We're fine, right Lauren?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, it's fine. I'm not embarrassed.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Good. It seems like everyone is having a good time, and I would hate for that to get ruined.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>That's very thoughtful of you, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah! You're really great, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Thanks for taking us here today!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, thanks! It's so much fun!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Well, you girls have been really great in class this week. And with the rat situation on campus, it only made sense for us to take a day off.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I'm just glad that Grace told us about her secret beach. She's the one you should be thanking.<</speech>> <<if $lesson3==1>><<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, Mikayla! Let's go thank Grace!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>You go ahead. I need to ask Professor $you.fakelastName something.<</speech>> Lauren gives Mikayla a questioning look. <<speech "Mikayla">>It's something... private.<</speech>> Lauren seems to understand and accept this. She heads off to shore leaving you and Mikayla alone in the water. After she's gone, Mikayla looks at you. <<speech "Mikayla">>I keep thinking about what we did in your office.<</speech>> She smiles at you, lustily. You smile back. <<speech "You">>Mikayla... what are you thinking?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>This.<</speech>> She reaches her hand down your underwear and starts jerking you off. You look over at the other girls on the beach. None of them are paying attention to the two of you. <<speech "You">>You're a nasty little girl, aren't you?<</speech>> As if to answer your question, she grabs your hand and puts it down her bikini bottoms. You start fingering her while she jerks you off. <<speech "Mikayla">>Just pretend like we're talking about something.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>We are talking about something.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I'm talking about how much I want your hard cock in me right now!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And I'm talking about how tight your little pussy feels around my fingers!<</speech>> The two of you are going at it beneath the waterline, while above, you both just seem to be having a casual conversation. <div class="thought">The fucking blueballs I'm gonna have at the end of this field trip... MY GOD!</div> You both continue for a few more minutes, but the cold water is not going to allow either of you to cum. And you're not going to be able to use the, "we were just talking," excuse for much longer, so you both reluctantly disengage and head for shore to join the rest of the class. <<elseif $lesson3==2>><<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Lauren. Let's go thank Grace!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>You go. I'll catch up to you. I want to talk to Professor $you.fakelastName.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>OK.<</speech>> Mikayla heads off towards the shore leaving you and Lauren alone in the water. <<speech "You">>So, what's up?<</speech>> Lauren looks at you with a nervous smile. <<speech "Lauren">>Do you remember what happened in your office the other day?<</speech>> <div class="thought">You mean when you stripped naked and masturbated in front of me while I jerked off under my desk?</div> <<speech "You">>It's a little hard to forget something like that, Lauren.<</speech>> You smile at her. She blushes and smiles back. <<speech "Lauren">>Do you feel bad about it?<</speech>> She looks a little nervous. <<speech "You">>No, Lauren. And you shouln't either.<</speech>> She smiles wide. <div class="thought">It looks like she was waiting for your approval.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>Good! I... I'm really glad I can... talk to you.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I'm glad you can too.<</speech>> She bites her lip and gives you a flirty look. <<speech "Lauren">>I'm glad we can do... other stuff too.<</speech>> With that, she pulls her top down showing you her tiny breasts. She giggles. You look to the shore to make sure the other girls aren't watching. They're not. <<speech "You">>I'm pretty happy about that too.<</speech>> You reach out and play with her hard nipples. She lets out a little moan and starts rubbing her pussy under the water. You keep playing with her and she closes her eyes and starts rubbing faster. You keep this up for a minute, then stop. She opens her eyes and looks at you. <<speech "Lauren">>Why did you stop?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I think it's time we join the others, don't you?<</speech>> She pouts a little. <<speech "Lauren">>Fine. But... can we do this again... later?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I'm sure we'll find the time.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>As long as no one else finds out.<</speech>> Lauren smiles at you. <<speech "Lauren">>My lips are sealed, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Good. Now let's get going.<</speech>> She pulls her top back into place and the two of you make your way to shore.<<else>><</if>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class12">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> Everyone looks around at each other. Then Grace raises her hand. <<speech "You">>Yes, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I don't think that fantasies are really that bad, are they?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>It's just people using their imaginations.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But what about when it starts to affect their real lives?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>It happens! There are people out there who can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality. And it can be really unhealthy!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I guess so. But it's not like that's EVERYONE.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>There are plenty of people who have active imaginations, who fantasize about things and just leave it at that.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I don't think it's ruining their lives. I think it just helps them break through the monotony sometimes.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But why should they need to do that?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Sometimes life is boring. I mean, most times it is, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Every day seems the same. I mean, look at us... wake up, go to class, talk about stuff, get lunch... <</speech>> <div class="thought">Sexy office hours...</div> <<speech "Sophia">>... Go home, eat dinner, go to sleep, do it all over again tomorrow.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>It gets pretty boring.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>You forgot about masturbating.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah.<</speech>> Everyone looks a Lauren. She looks uncomfortable. <<speech "Lauren">>I mean, we all do it... sometimes... right?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, that's a perfect example. Olivia... what do you think about when you're masturbating?<</speech>> Olivia blushes and looks a little offended that Sophia is asking her that. <<speech "Olivia">>I... I'm not gonna tell you that!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh fuck you, Olivia. Weren't you just asking each of us if we like pussy? Now you're too shy to tell us what you think about when you're rubbing one out?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I'll tell you what I'm thinking about!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>NO!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Kaylee, no. Please.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Then tell us, Olivia!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Well... it's not like it's always the same thing every time.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>OK, but is it always some real person who you know? Like a person you could realistically actually date?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>No.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>So there you go. You fantasize, but you make the differentiation between fantasy and reality. And you're fine, right?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But I didn't say that everyone blurs the line between fantasy and reality.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I just think that a lot of people do.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Maybe. And maybe she's right. It doesn't seem healthy to live in fantasy land.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Maybe not... but reality can be pretty shitty for some people. If fantasy is what helps them get through, then what's the problem?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What if it's some guy who has rape fantasies?! You don't see a problem there, Jasmine?!<</speech>> Jasmine thinks hard about it. <<speech "Jasmine">>If he knows it's just a fantasy... then no, I don't think it's a problem.<</speech>> The class is divided on this. Some of them seem to agree with Jasmine, but others, like Lauren and Grace, look upset. <<speech "Grace">>How can you say that?! It's so wrong!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>It's just fantasy, Grace. And if it stays that way, then who's actually getting hurt? No one.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But it's just another way for men to control women! Do you really think that any sane woman is fantasizing about getting raped?! Of course not!<</speech>> <<if $lesson3==1>>Mikayla looks nervous. <div class="thought">I see you, Mikayla. And I remember our little office "talk" the other day.</div> <<else>><</if>><<speech "Kaylee">>Sure they do.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>WHAT?!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Olivia... trust me. They do.<</speech>> Olivia looks dumbfounded. <<speech "Olivia">>But... WHY?! HOW?!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Look, I don't really know why. But I'll tell you right now, there are women who have fantasies about being raped. And there are more of them out there than you think.<</speech>> Olivia looks like she's about to scream, but she just seems to give up. <<speech "Olivia">>I... I don't know what to even say. I just don't understand it.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Sometimes there are things we don't understand. But just because we don't understand them, it doesn't mean they're not real.<</speech>> Olivia sighs. She seems to concede to that point. <<speech "Sophia">>Look, Olivia... I think that fantasies, even more extreme ones, are OK. They don't have to become anything more than fantasies. And usually, they don't.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>We can't start policing people's thoughts just because of a few of them that can't distinguish their reality from their fantasies.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I guess. It still just makes me feel fucking terrible thinking about it though.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>That seems like a YOU problem... not an US problem.<</speech>> Olivia gives Kaylee a sour look. <<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry, but it's true.<</speech>> Olivia pouts a little, but doesn't continue to argue. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class12">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> Mikayla looks nervous. She hesitates to stand in front of the backdrop. <<speech "Mikayla">>Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes, Mikayla?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Can you promise me that I will be the only one who has copies of these pictures?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Sure. I'll be lying though.</div> <<speech "You">>Mikayla, I already told everyone that. You will be the only one who has the pics. They are for you only.<</speech>> She still looks worried. <<speech "You">>What are you worried about?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>About what might happen if these pictures got out.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>About what my parents would do to me.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Didn't you just tell us that you hate your parents, like a couple days ago?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Well... yes.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>So what the fuck do you care what they think?<</speech>> Mikayla is still clearly conflicted. <<speech "Mikayla">>I... I don't. Or, I mean, I don't want to. I don't want to care about what they think... but I guess I still do, a little.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>It's how I've been raised. And it's hard to change how I feel.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I understand that, Mikayla, but I've said already that this will all remain totally confidential.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Do you not trust me? Because that's pretty disrespectful.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>All I'm doing is trying to help you. And I find it very troubling that you still don't trust me.<</speech>> Mikayla looks ashamed. <div class="thought">I'm collecting blackmail material and she still feels bad questioning me.</div> <div class="thought">Goddamn I'm good!</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>I'm sorry, Professor. I trust you.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Well good. Then get up there in front of the backdrop and let's get this thing done.<</speech>> She smiles at you. <<speech "Mikayla">>OK!<</speech>> She stands in front of the backdrop and you get ready to take the pics. <<speech "Mikayla">>So... what should I do?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Smile for the camera, Mikayla. You know the drill.<</speech>> She smiles and you take the first picture. You look at the shot. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashoot1.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <div class="thought">Mikayla looks perfect, as always.</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>How does it look?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Meh. It's OK. Not great.<</speech>> Mikayla looks a little unsettled. <<speech "Mikayla">>What's wrong with it?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It's just a little... boring.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Gotta keep Mikayla's ego in check here.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Can I see?<</speech>> <div class="thought">If I let her look, she'll tell Mikayla how great she looks.</div> <<speech "You">>No, Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Why not?!<</speech>> You give Kaylee a stern look. <<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry... sir.<</speech>> Kaylee shrinks back into the rest of the group. They watch patiently as you work with Mikayla. <<speech "You">>You gotta give me more, Mikayla. I... I just can't do anything with this unless you try harder.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I can do better! I promise!<</speech>> <div class="thought">I've tapped into the overachiever part of her brain.</div> Mikayla gets down on her knees and rubs starts rubbing her tits. She smiles that perfect, practiced smile at the camera and you take the shot. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashoot2.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Is that better?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It's a little better... I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I'm sorry, Professor. I'm trying. I really am!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Really?<</speech>> Mikayla gets a determined look on her face. <<speech "Mikayla">>No! I can do better!<</speech>> She stands up and turns her back to the camera. She gets up on her tiptoes and spreads open her asscheeks. She looks back over her shoulder and smiles. <<speech "Mikayla">>Is this better?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I guess we'll see.<</speech>> You take the picture. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashoot3.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> <div class="thought">Goddamn that's one hot little slut!</div> <<speech "You">>Look, Mikayla... maybe we should just stop here. I mean... you tried, right?<</speech>> She looks more determined than ever. <<speech "Mikayla">>NO! I CAN DO BETTER!<</speech>> She gets back down on the ground and lies back, propping herself up on her elbows. She spreads her legs wide, fully revealing her puckered asshole and meaty, pink pussy. <<speech "You">>Mikayla... I don't think this is going to be any better.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>PLEASE!! PLEASE, PROFESSOR! TAKE THE PICTURE!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK, I'll do it. If it will make you feel better.<</speech>> You get in close and take a nice pic of her slutty little twat. <div class="thought">I can't believe I got THE Mikayla Morrison to beg me to take a picture of her pussy.</div> <div class="thought">Life at Harrington continues to surprise.</div> You look at the results. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashoot4.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> Mikayla looks at you waiting for your approval. <<speech "Mikayla">>Was it good?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Well, I think it's the best one of all of them. It's pretty good.<</speech>> She smiles, but you can tell she still is not totally satisfied with herself. <<speech "Mikayla">>I... I can do better though.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Probably, but we don't have time for that.<</speech>> Mikayla looks disappointed with herself. <<speech "Mikayla">>OK.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Always gotta leave 'em some motivation to be even sluttier.</div> <div class="thought">Speaking of even sluttier...</div> <<speech "You">>Your turn, Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YES!<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class13">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> You two head back to shore and join up with the rest of the group. They're already lying around on the beach, applying suntan oil and generally enjoying the beautiful day. You look around and notice that some of them are now topless, though they are lying face down on their towels. <div class="thought">Seems like the Mikayla and Lauren incident helped them get over some shyness.</div> Just then, Sophia pops up from her towel, giving you a nice, clear view of her gorgeous breasts. She sees you looking and smiles, then goes back to sunning herself. <div class="thought">Definitely less shyness around here.</div> You look around at all of your students. You were planning a discussion today about body image issues. <div class="thought">It seems like none of them are too concerned with their body image right now.</div> <div class="thought">I mean, Mikayla, Lauren, now Sophia have all shown off their breasts and don't seem to care that I saw them.</div> You see Grace sitting with Alyssa and Kaylee. <div class="thought">Alyssa and Kaylee always seem confident. And Grace doesn't seem bothered by the skimpy swimsuit they lent her.</div> <div class="thought">Even Olivia seems at ease... and Jasmine...</div> You look around to see where she is. You don't see her on the beach. <div class="thought">Where did Jasmine go?</div> You continue looking around and still you don't see her. <<speech "You">>Has anyone seen Jasmine?<</speech>> They all look around, but none of them seem to know where she is. <<speech "You">>I thought she was up here on the beach with you all.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I haven't seen her in a while.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Me either.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Wait... I see her!<</speech>> Alyssa points out to sea. You can see a tiny figure bobbing up and down. <div class="thought">FUCK! She must have gotten caught in a rip current or something!</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Oh my God! How did she get all the way out there?!<</speech>> <div class="thought">There's no time to lose! She's in trouble!</div> You run back to the water and dive in. You take one moment you get your bearings on where Jasmine is and then you swim out to her. It takes several minutes to get there, and when you reach her, she's gasping for air and struggling to stay above the water. <<speech "You">>Grab on to me!<</speech>> She grabs you around the shoulders and you tread water, giving her a much needed break. <<speech "Jasmine">>I... I couldn't swim to shore!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I just kept getting farther away! And I was getting so tired!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I think you caught a rip current. We need to swim parallel to the shore to get away from it.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Do you think you have the energy now to do that?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, I think I do.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>OK then, follow me.<</speech>> You both swim parallel to the shore for about 50 yards. It's enough that you're both out of the current and no longer getting pulled out to sea. <<speech "Jasmine">>I'm... I'm really tired again.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Let's just rest here a while. Float on your back like this.<</speech>> You lie back in the water and arch your back. You spread out your arms and float. Jasmine does the same. <<speech "Jasmine">>Thank you.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You're welcome.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I could have drowned.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I wasn't going to let that happen.<</speech>> You and Jasmine float silently for a moment. <<speech "You">>If a student died they totally would've fired me.<</speech>> Jasmine laughs. <<speech "Jasmine">>So that's the only reason you rescued me?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>What?! That's not a good enough reason?!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>You're an asshole!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>I'm a hero!<</speech>> She laughs again. <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, you are.<</speech>> She swims over to you. You both tread water facing each other. She kisses you. <<speech "Jasmine">>My hero!<</speech>> You kiss her back. You don't care if any of the other girls see it, besides, you're pretty far away from the beach. To them, it probably just looks like two little specks near each other in the water. After resting, you both have the energy to swim back to shore, so you head in that direction. After what seems like ages, you both drag yourselves onto the beach and collapse on the sand, exhausted. The rest of the girls run up to you and start excitedly chattering away. <<speech "Grace">>OH MY GOODNESS! Jasmine, are you OK?!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Oh Jasmine! We were so worried about you!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Holy shit, Jasmine! We thought you drowned!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>I'm so glad you're OK, Jasmine!<</speech>> The rest of them all keep telling Jasmine how happy they are to see her again. <<speech "You">>I'm fine too, girls. Thanks for asking.<</speech>> They all notice you lying on the beach and start laughing and cheering. They gather around you and all help you to your feet. <<speech "Mikayla">>You saved Jasmine, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah! Way to go, Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>You're a hero, Professor!<</speech>> The are all hugging you and patting you on the back. <<speech "Jasmine">>Hey, Professor? How did you know about that current? And how did you know how to get out of it?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>YouToob.<</speech>> They all give you a surprised look. <<speech "You">>What? You can learn anything on there.<</speech>> The all giggle a little. After a few moments, All of you make your way back up the beach to where your towels are. You're still pretty tired from all that swimming and you're just glad to be out of the water. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class13">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<speech "Jasmine">>I think that's a good thing for everyone to keep in mind, Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>What is?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>That sometimes it's up to us to deal with our own thoughts and feelings. And not blame others, or leave it up to them to make us feel better about something.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I don't disagree, I just... I wish that some things would change, even though I know that they probably won't.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I think that's OK. It's OK to still want things to change, and to want things to be a certain way.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, but you can't obsess over that stuff.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, some things just are what they are. And if you can't accept that, then that's your problem.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>That's pretty harsh.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well, sorry. That's the way it is, though.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>There are some things we can't control. It's just God's will.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well, I don't know if I believe that. But I do know that if you spend all your time thinking about stuff you can't change, you're gonna drive yourself crazy.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>But should we just not try to change things? I don't think I could live that way.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It's not that you shouldn't try, it's that sometimes you can't make the world into what you want it to be.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>And if not being able to accept that makes you unhappy or depressed, it's really up to you to change that. No one else can make you change how you feel.<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class13">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/wednesday4/lunch.jpg" alt="eating lunch" class="left"> <</nobr>>You take your lunch under your favorite tree on the campus green. As you eat, you take the SD card you swiped from the camera and put it in your phone. You have all the photos of all the girls now. They may have seemed confident, even happy about what just transpired, but if it ever comes down to it, you know you have some leverage over them now. As long as they think no one else will ever see these photos, they're OK with their existence. It's only the thought of the photos going public that really bothers them. They seem to believe that you will never let that happen. And who knows... maybe you'll never have a reason to. But then again, maybe you will. Either way, you have some naked pictures of your students now for your own personal collection, and that's something, at least. After you've transferred the photos, you drop the SD card in what's left of your coffee, effectively destroying it. You don't want anyone else to have control over these photos, and by extension, contol over your students. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunchend">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> You all start eating your lunches and chatting with each other. Kaylee looks at you. <<speech "Kaylee">>So, Professor... are you excited about Casey's birthday party?<</speech>> The class looks a little surprised, except for Alyssa. <<speech "Mikayla">>Wait, Professor $you.fakelastName is going to the party too?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah. Casey said he's going to be our, "chaperone," whatever that means.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>It means he's gonna be keeping an eye on us and making sure we don't get into too much trouble, right Professor?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well, they were bound to find out at some point.</div> <<speech "You">>That's right.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Is that why she's allowed to have a party? Casey, I mean.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I figured parties on campus would be against the rules here.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>The party is at her house, and she doesn't live on campus.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>What do you mean?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, isn't she a student?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Technically she is, I guess.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>She might as well not be, though. She's never in class.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>But... why doesn't she get expelled then?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>She has... special privliges.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Wait, so she lives off campus, and she can have parties, and she never goes to class? How does she get away with it?!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, who is this Casey girl anyway?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>She's one of our friends.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Oh, so she's one of those catty bitches who calls me femi-dyke all the time?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Not all the time... but yes. That's her.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Is... is she going to be OK with me being at her party?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah Grace, I told you. You're with us, so she'll be OK with it.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>What about me?<</speech>> Alyssa thinks for a moment. <<speech "Alyssa">>Look, it'll be fine. As long as you don't start talking about The Patriarchy. Can you just lay off it for like ONE NIGHT?<</speech>> Olivia looks conflicted. <<speech "Kaylee">>Come on, Olivia. Can't you just have one night of fun?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK, fine. But I still want you all to know how important I think the cause is!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Noted, OK?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>OK.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>But I still don't get how she can get away with all this stuff?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Because her name is Casey Harrington.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Wait... what?</div> The whole class is thinking about the implications of what they just heard. <<speech "You">>Harrington?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yup. Harrington.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Like... Harrington Institute?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Like... Town of Harrington?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>That's right.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well, that explains a lot.</div> <<speech "Grace">>So... she owns the school?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Sort of. Her family founded the school and the town. They basically still run the whole thing... at least I think they do.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>So is that why she's allowed to have parties?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I think so. I don't really know, she never told us. But she never gets in trouble so yeah, I assume that's why.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>But... it's a reform school. Why would she get sent to a reform school that her family founded?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I don't know. She doesn't really talk about it.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>We're just glad that we have a place we can party now and then.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Are you sure we should be talking about this in front of Professor $you.fakelastName?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Sure, why not? He's the chaperone!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Great. I'm the chaperone for a semi-legal party for a member of the Harrington family.</div> <div class="thought">Yet another way I'm going to get fired.</div> <<speech "You">>Honestly, if Casey is who you say she is, I think this is all way above my paygrade.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>See? It's fine. Besides... we all know that chaperone thing is just Casey's bullshit excuse to get Professor $you.fakelastName to her party so we can all fuck with him!<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Oh my goodness!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>That's rude!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh it is not! Professors need to blow off some steam too every now and then.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, and it's not like we're gonna get him fired or anything!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Gee, thanks Kaylee.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>No problem, Teach!<</speech>> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunchend">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> <<if $katie.intro==4 or $gloria.second==4>>You lead the girls over to Ahmed's food truck at the edge of campus. As you approach, he looks up with a wide-eyed smile. He seems happy to see you travelling with a pack of eight beautiful young women. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/ahmed.jpg" alt="ahmed"></div> <<speech "Ahmed">>Hello $you.fakefirstName! So happy you come to see Ahmed today!<</speech>> He gives you a big hug and a kiss on each cheek. The girls giggle. <<speech "Ahmed">>And these friends you have brought! Such lovely, beautiful friends you have!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Hello, Ahmed. Good to see you again. These are my students.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Everyone, this is Ahmed.<</speech>> They all say hello. Ahmed laughs his big belly laugh and greets them all. He spies Sophia. <<speech "Ahmed">>Sophia! Hello again!<</speech>> He gives her a hug and kiss on both cheeks. <<speech "You">>You two know each other?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Sure! Ahmed is the best cook on the island!<</speech>> <<speech "Ahmed">>And Sophia is my most beautiful customer. But don't tell anyone else!<</speech>> Sophia and Ahmed laugh. <div class="thought">Seem's like Ahmed is quite popular with the ladies, that charming old dog!</div> <<else>>Sophia leads you to a little blue food truck by the edge of campus. There's a pot-bellied man in a dirty hawaiian shirt tending to it. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/ahmed.jpg" alt="ahmed"></div> As you approach, she greets him. <<speech "Sophia">>Hello Ahmed!<</speech>> <<speech "Ahmed">>Beautiful Sophia! I am so happy you come back!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>I couldn't resist your charms, Ahmed!<</speech>> He gives her a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. <<speech "Sophia">>This is my class, and this is Professor $you.fakelastName.<</speech>> Ahmed reaches out and shakes your hand firmly. <<speech "Ahmed">>How do you focus on teaching with all these beautiful women around?<</speech>> <div class="thought">A thought I've had many a time, Ahmed.</div> <<speech "You">>I guess I'm used to it by now, Ahmed.<</speech>> He laughs a mighty, belly laugh and slaps you on the back.<</if>> He looks around at the group. <<speech "Ahmed">>So, what will I make you today?<</speech>> They all gather around at the menu on the side of the truck and put their orders in. <<speech "Ahmed">>And what will I make for you, Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Surprise me, Ahmed<</speech>> <<speech "Ahmed">>Surprise? I'm not sure what you mean.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Just make me what you would make for yourself.<</speech>> <<speech "Ahmed">>Ahh Yes! I will do this!<</speech>> <<speech "Ahmed">>It will be ready soon! Please, sit!<</speech>> He gestures to the seats and tables near the truck. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/chairs.jpg" alt="tables and chairs"></div> You all sit down and wait for your food to be prepared. <<speech "Kaylee">>Hey everyone!<</speech>> Everyone looks up at Kaylee. <<speech "Kaylee">>My friend Casey is having a birthday party tonight and you're all invited!<</speech>> Some of them look excited, Grace, Olivia, Mikayla and Lauren look a little nervous. <<speech "Mikayla">>But... are you sure you can just invite us to someone else's party? I mean, I don't even know that girl.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>I'm the party coordinator! I get to invite whoever I want. And I want to invite you guys!<</speech>> More of them seem to be coming around, but Grace still seems uncomfortable. <<speech "Grace">>Thank you, but I don't think I want to go.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Why not, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Because that girl Casey makes fun of me.<</speech>> Alyssa looks guilty. <div class="thought">Casey probably made fun of Grace just because Alyssa was doing it.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Well, she won't anymore.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>You promise?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>I promise.<</speech>> Grace smiles. <<speech "Grace">>OK! I'll go then!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Which one is Casey again?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>She's the one with the braces... and the car.<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Oh yeah, I know her.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Wait, how come she has a car? I thought we weren't allowed to have those?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>And how is she allowed to have a party?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Because she's a Harrington.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You mean... like a Harrington... like Harrington Institute?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah. Her family founded the school... and the town I think.<</speech>> <div class="thought">So that's how she gets away with it all.</div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, she can pretty much do what she wants.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But won't we all get in trouble if we go to a party?<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>No, cause Professor $you.fakelastName is gonna be there.<</speech>> They all look surprised except Kaylee. <<speech "Grace">>You're going to the party?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Just think of me as a chaperone. I'm just going to make sure that everyone is safe.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Probably.</div> They all seem to be happy that you'll be at the party too. As they are chattering and laughing, Ahmed calls over to you all. <<speech "Ahmed">>Your lunch is ready!<</speech>> You all get up and head to the food truck window. You pick up your lunches.<<if $katie.intro==4 or $gloria.second==4>>The girls all sit down to eat but Ahmed pulls you aside. <<speech "Ahmed">>How do you do it, $you.fakefirstName?! So many beautiful young women! You must have cock like stallion!<</speech>> You stifle a laugh. <<speech "You">>I just teach who they tell me to, Ahmed.<</speech>> He laughs out loud. <<speech "Ahmed">>Then you are very lucky!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Maybe I am, Ahmed.<</speech>> He smiles and slaps you on the back. You head over and join your students for lunch.<<else>><</if>> You all dig in and eat your lunches while chatting. The girls seem to really enjoy not having to eat cafeteria food again. You enjoy it too. After you've finished your lunches, you all remain at the tables, just passing the afternoon in each other's company. It really seems like the group is coming together. It will be interesting to see what they are like at the party tonight. Interesting indeed. <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunchend">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <</nobr>>You finish lunch and, since you're in no rush, you enjoy people watching on the green for a little while. With all the little hotties around here, people watching has quickly become one of your favorite activities. After a while, the day is drawing to a close. You think maybe you should go check on the rats situation in the Psychology Building, but you decide that you'd probably just be in the way. You head over to the bus stop and board the bus. Before it leaves, Casey gets on and sits next to you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey"></div> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-dayend">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> You finish up your lunches in the afternoon. It's about time for you to all be heading back to campus. <div class="thought">So Casey Harrington, huh? That's an interesting new wrinkle.</div> <div class="thought">I'm still not sure how she ended up being a student at her family's own reform school.</div> <div class="thought">Maybe I can find out tonight at the party.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, girls. I think we need to get going back to campus.<</speech>> They all moan and whine and beg for you to let them stay just a bit longer. <<speech "You">>No, no, we can't. It's time to go back.<</speech>> They pout a little, but they all seem to accept it. They start gathering up their belongings. <<speech "Grace">>Professor?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Do you think you can take a picture of all of us? So we have something to remember from our field trip?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Of course I can.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Why don't you gather everyone.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>> She hands you her phone, goes over to the other girls and gathers them together. They all stand in front of the ocean and pose. You snap the picture. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/classfieldtrip.jpg" alt="a group photo of your students at the beach"></div> They all gather around you to look at the photo. They all smile and giggle. It seems like they approve. You give the phone back to Grace. <<speech "Grace">>I'll send it to all of you.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Just put it up on InstantGrum and tag us.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>NO! I can't do that!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Why not?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Because someone will find out about the beach then!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Oh yeah, I forgot.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Please, please, Alyssa! Please don't tell anyone about my beach. It's... it's the only place I've got.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Don't worry, Grace. We won't tell anyone.<</speech>> Grace smiles at Alyssa. <<speech "Grace">>Thank you. And...<</speech>> Grace hesitates. <<speech "Alyssa">>What is it?<</speech>> Grace blushes. <<speech "Grace">>Nothing. Thank you, that's all.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>OK, you're welcome, I guess.<</speech>> Grace smiles. <div class="thought">I think Grace might have a little crush on Alyssa now.</div> <div class="thought">I never would have expected that at the beginning of the week.</div> You all head back up the trail and through the woods. After waiting for nearly half an hour by the road, you see the bus in the distance. Grace puts her hand up and waves it down as it approaches. It stops and you all board. <<speech "Grace">>Thank you all for coming to the beach with me.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>And thank you, Professor, for letting us.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yes, thank you, Professor!<</speech>> They all smile and say thank you. They seem to have really enjoyed themselves. You pass the rest of the bus ride in silence, just sitting back and listening to the laughs of your students. They seem very happy to be together. They're all really getting along well now. The bus pulls into campus and they all get off. You tell the bus driver to wait a minute. There's a moment of strange, awkward silence as you all stand there. <<speech "You">>Good work today, class.<</speech>> They all giggle. <<speech "You">>I'll see you all soon.<</speech>> They all say their goodbyes and go their separate ways. You board the bus again and wait for it to depart. Just before it does, Casey climbs on board and notices you sitting there. She smiles and comes to sit next to you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey"></div> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-dayend">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>> You all clean up after yourselves and say goodbye to Ahmed. He laughs and waves and tells you all to come back soon. What a guy, that Ahmed! You slowly meander back towards the center of campus. As you near the dorms, the group disbands. The girls head to their dorm and you walk over to the bus stop. You board the bus, and before it leaves, Casey gets on. She sits next to you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey"></div> <<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-dayend">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><</nobr>><<you "Hi, Casey. You look like you're feeling better.">> you say. She smiles at you again. <<casey "Yeah. Thanks. It was a rough morning.">> she says. <<you "Well, I'm glad it's not still bothering you, whatever it was.">> you say. She looks away. <<you "I mean... unless it is still bothering you. Is it?">> you ask. She looks hesitant to talk about it. <<you "Look, there's no one on the bus but us. If you want to talk to me about whatever is going on, no one else will know.">> you say. <<casey "I... I guess.">> she says. She takes a deep breath. <<casey "It's just...">> she's having trouble saying it. You just listen and let her work it out. <<casey "So, I never told you this, but... my parents... they kinda run shit around here.">> she says. She looks to you for a reaction. You remain calm. <<you "Oh?">> you say. She looks at you suspiciously. <<casey "Did those bitches tell you?!">> she asks. She gives you an exasperated look. You try to remain calm. <<you "Who? Tell me what?">> you ask. She frowns. <<casey "Alyssa and Kaylee! You don't have to cover for them, I know they told you.">> she says. <<you "OK, yeah. They told me that you're Casey Harrington. I hope you're not mad at them, I don't think they had bad intentions.">> you say. She smiles. <<casey "Yeah, I know. I just... I wanted to be the one to tell you.">> she says. <<you "So I'm guessing this is why you get special privliges at school?">> you ask. <<casey "Yeah. I can pretty much do whatever I want here, within reason.">> She says. You wonder to yourself what "within reason" means. <<you "So, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but...">> she cuts you off. <<casey "...But why did I end up at my own family's reform school?">> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<you "Yeah. Why?">> She laughs. <<casey "Cause I'm a fuck up! That's why.">> she says. The way she just said it... you feel a little bad for her. <<you "What do you mean?">> you ask. <<casey "Well, I fucked up a lot... and my parents didn't want to deal with me anymore, so they just sent me here.">> she says. <<casey "Their exact words were, 'get your act together or you're cut off.'">> <<you "Wow. That's pretty heavy.">> you say. There's probably a lot more to the story, but you don't want to push. <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<casey "Yeah. So they got me that house and they gave me a car and then they just fucking forgot about me. Cool, huh?">> she says with a smile. She's trying to play this all off as no big deal, but you can tell she's hurting. <<you "What makes you think they forgot about you?">> you ask. She looks a little sad. <<casey "Well, this morning, I had a voicemail from them. And I figured that maybe they were calling to wish me a happy birthday.">> she says. She looks away, clearly getting more upset. <<you "I take it that wasn't why they called?">> Casey gets choked up. She's trying not to cry. <<casey "It was my mom reminding me that I need to find a mechanic and get new brake pads on the car. That's it. Then she hung up. She didn't even ask how I was doing.">> she says. She wipes a tear from her eye. <<you "That's pretty shitty.">> you say. She lets out an anxious laugh. <<casey "Well, that's how it goes when you're a Harrington! You're either perfect, or you're a fuck up. But either way, no one ever asks how you're feeling.">> she says. With this thought expressed, she starts to cry even more. After a moment, though, she composes herself. <<casey "But I guess I'm used to it by now. Fuck it! It's my birthday! And we're gonna PARTY!">> she says with a forced smile. She leans in and starts making out with you. You're shocked by her aggressiveness, though you probably shouldn't be at this point. After a few moments, you pull away. <<you "Casey, you need to stop!">> you say. She looks around at the empty bus. <<casey "Why? No one's going to find out!">> she says. Good point, you think. The two of you make out in the back of the bus for a little while before it drops you off at your stop. You stand at the bus stop looking at each other. <<casey "Thanks. You always know how to make me feel better.">> she says. She grabs you and kisses you. It's not like it was on the bus. You're right out in the open here, kissing a Harrington student... actually, kissing a HARRINGTON. She pulls away and giggles, then heads over to her house. Halfway across the street she turns and calls back to you, <<casey "See you tonight, Sex Teacher!">> she says. What have I gotten myself into? <<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 1.9 end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee" class="left"> <img src="images/friday6/party1.jpg" alt="girls partying" class="left"> <</nobr>> As night falls, you pour a cup of coffee, you'll need the energy boost, and you begin to really think about your situation here. It seemed like fun and games when you thought about being the "chaperone" for Casey's little party. You'd go and watch your students get drunk. They'd have some fun and blow off some steam, and maybe you'd get a chance to fool around with Casey a bit. With the state of your relationship with $barbie.name, you figured that there was no way you could really get in trouble for attending this party, as long as no one died... or got pregnant or something... But now, now that you know that Casey's family is basically royalty here, that they basically own the school where you work and the island where you now live, you're having second thoughts. <<you "What the hell am I doing?">> you mutter to yourself. You're looking out the window at Casey's house across the street. Some girls have already started to show up and you can see that things are starting up over there. It's only a matter of time before you're in that house, surrounded by your inebriated students and their inebriated friends. <<you "This could be a problem">> you mutter. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-1">><<set $caseycasting=1>><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <img src="images/friday6/party.gif" alt="party" class="left"> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <</nobr>>You take a few more minutes looking out the window, and thinking you may have made a big mistake. Then, you see the shuttle bus arrive at the bus stop. A large group of loud students disembarks the bus and you can see that all of your students, even Grace and Lauren, are with them. They all whoop, holler, and laugh as they make there way across the street and into Casey's house. <<you "Well, I guess it's time.">> you mutter. You grab your keys and head out of your apartment. You make your way across the street. As you get about halfway there, you can hear loud dance music pumping from inside the house. It makes you almost sure that the cops are going to come break this party up. But maybe not. After all, Casey has some pull on the island. The way Kaylee and Alyssa described it, she seems to be able to get away with just about anything. And hopefully the few police on the island will still be busy dealing with the rats on campus. You approach the door and are about to knock when it flies open in front of you and none other than Kaylee grabs you by the shirt and pulls you inside. She slams the door behind you and screams over the loud music, <<kaylee "Hey Teach! It's about time you got here!">> She takes your hand and sucks on your finger, seductively. "So it begins," you think to yourself. Kaylee seems to sense your thoughts and giggles. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> You and Kaylee head further into the depths of the party. There are a lot of girls here you don't recognize, though they all seem to know who you are, judging by their reactions to your presence. It seems your sex teacher infamy has preceded you. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/friday6/party3.jpg" alt="girls at a party"><img src="images/friday6/party2.jpg" alt="girls at a party"></div> The girls smile at you as they dance, laugh, drink and generally revel. You're a celebrity at this little party, and as much as you know that might become a serious problem for you, you can't help but enjoy your status. That said, you should probably try to keep a low profile here...right? RIGHT? Kaylee leads you into the kitchen where you see none other than Alyssa and the birthday girl herself, Casey. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"><img src="images/casey/caseyparty1.jpg" alt="casey"></div> The two of them are setting up tequila shots, and you catch them just as they start licking salt off each other. <div class="thought">So that's how this is gonna go.</div> The girls take their shots and suddenly, Casey notices you. She squeals out loud above the music and general din of the party. <<speech "Casey">>SEX TEACHER!<</speech>> She runs up to you and throws her arms around you. Before you can stop her, she's making out with you in front of the whole party. <div class="thought">So much for low profile.</div> The girls all watch and cheer Casey on. She eventually separates herself from you. <<speech "Casey">>I'm so happy you're here!<</speech>> You look around at the scene. <<speech "You">>Well, you needed a chaperone, right?<</speech>> She laughs. <<speech "Casey">>Of course! Otherwise who knows how naughty we'd get.<</speech>> As she says it, she fondles your crotch a little. The other girls all Woo, loudly. <div class="thought">I'm surrounded by horny "Woo" girls.</div> <div class="thought">How do I feel about that?</div> <<link "Nervous. These girls are gonna get me fired!" "party 6-3">><<set $party1=1>><</link>> <<link "Horny. These bitches are fucking hot!" "party 6-3">><<set $party1=2>><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/friday6/party3.jpg" alt="girls at a party"><img src="images/friday6/party2.jpg" alt="girls at a party"></div> <<if $party1==1>>You're really uncomfortable with the way this party is going, and it's only just begun. You'll be lucky to make it through tonight without losing your job. <<speech "You">>Woah, Casey. Inappropriate!<</speech>> All the girls, especially Casey, laugh at your nervous reaction. You were serious about it being inappropriate, but they seem to think it's all a big joke. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseyparty1.jpg" alt="casey"></div> <<speech "Casey">>Oh you're no fun! What kind of Sex Teacher are you?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>The kind that wants to still have a job on Monday!<</speech>> The girls all laugh. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>Do you really think that we'd tattle on you, Professor? Get you fired?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Yes.</div> <<speech "You">>You saying you wouldn't?<</speech>> Alyssa smiles slyly at you. <<speech "Alyssa">>Where would be the fun in that?<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Teach! If you get fired... who are we gonna fuck around with?<</speech>> Kaylee smiles at you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <div class="thought">Fuck around with? Did she mean, "fuck with?" Like "I'm just fucking with you," or, "fuck..."</div> Alyssa, Kaylee, Casey and some of the other girls seem to really enjoy watching you squirm. They giggle. <<speech "You">>You're demons. All of you.<</speech>> They all laugh at that. <<speech "Casey">>You ain't seen nothing yet!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Fuck.</div> <<elseif $party1==2>>At this point, you don't really give a fuck about consequences. You're surrounded by a sea of hot, horny, 18 and 19 year old girls. They all seem to want you to live up to your title of Sex Teacher. <div class="thought">If I'm gonna get fired... better have some fun first!</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseyparty1.jpg" alt="casey"></div> You look right at Casey while she rubs your crotch in front of everyone. <<speech "You">>Don't start something you're not ready to finish, little girl.<</speech>> Casey looks a little shocked by your forwardness. She removes her hand from your crotch. You can see she's getting flushed. <div class="thought">Horny little thing! She wasn't expecting that.</div> The girls around you all "oooh" at your seeming challenge to the birthday girl. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>What's gotten into you, Professor?<</speech>> You look right at her with an expression that says, "You really want to find out?" She blushes too. None of the girls know how to react to your confidence in the face of their blatant flirting. Eventually, Kaylee speaks up. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>Goddamn! Sexy chaperone is a good look for you, Teach!<</speech>> This seems to disarm the situation and you all laugh. Alyssa and Casey still look a little shook, but they laugh along with the rest. <<else>> <</if>> Just then, Sophia and Jasmine stumble into the kitchen together, laughing. They notice you. <<if $lesson4==1 and $party1==1>> <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>> They both run up to you and hug you, rubbing their fit bodies up and down against yours. After what happened in your office yesterday, you're not surprised. Still... <div class="thought">Did they really have to do this in front of everyone?!</div> You extricate yourself from their clutches. <<speech "You">>You two are awfully friendly tonight.<</speech>> You give them both a look that says, "NOT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!" They don't seem to get it. <<speech "Jasmine">>We're always friendly!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, Professor. You know how friendly we are! Remember?<</speech>> Alyssa looks at you suspiciously. <<speech "Alyssa">>What does that mean?<</speech>> Sophia and Jasmine giggle. <<speech "You">>Nothing, Alyssa.<</speech>> She doesn't look convinced, but seems to let it go. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<elseif $lesson4==1 and $party1==2>> <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>> They both run up to you and hug you, rubbing their fit bodies up and down against yours. After what happened in your office yesterday, you're not surprised. <div class="thought">Seems like everyone's got the horny bug tonight!</div> They keep giggling. <<speech "You">>Ladies.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Looks like you two are having fun.<</speech>> They giggle. <<speech "Sophia">>You want to have some fun with us, Professor?<</speech>> She rubs her hands up and down Jasmine's body as she says it. You just look right at them. <<speech "You">>You'd like that, wouldn't you?<</speech>> They both giggle, nervously. You smile and stare right at them like dog eyeing up pieces of meat. Alyssa notices the exchange. <<speech "Alyssa">>Are you three alright?<</speech>> Without looking at her, you respond. <<speech "You">>Don't worry about it, Alyssa.<</speech>> She shrugs. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<elseif $lesson4==2 and $party1==1>> <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Hey Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Hey Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Hello there.<</speech>> They both smile. <<speech "You">>You two staying out of trouble?<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>So far!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>But the night is young!<</speech>> She looks at you and licks her lips as she says it. <div class="thought">They're all against me!</div> <<elseif $lesson4==2 and $party1==2>> <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "You">>Well look who it is.<</speech>> You look at them, eyeing up their fresh, fit bodies. They seem a little uncomfortable with your gaze. <<speech "Jasmine">>Hey. When did you get here?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Just now.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Oh shit. Then I guess we have to start being good girls, now that the chaperone is here.<</speech>> She says it sarcastically and smiles at you. Jasmine smiles too. You look right at them both. <<speech "You">>We all know you'd rather be bad girls though.<</speech>> They blush and giggle nervously. You keep looking right at them. Alyssa interrupts the exchange. <<speech "Alyssa">>Pervert vibes, Professor.<</speech>> You continue staring at Jasmine and Sophia as you respond. <<speech "You">>Can it, Alyssa.<</speech>> She seems to realize that she's not going to rattle you with all the "pervert" stuff, not tonight. <<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>> <<else>> <</if>> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-4">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> Casey, Alyssa and Kaylee go back to doing shots. At the rate these girls are going, they're gonna be hammered in the next hour or so. Sophia and Jasmine wander back to the party and start dancing again. You look around and notice your other students. Mikayla and Grace are in a corner talking. You head over there to say hello. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "You">>Good evening, ladies.<</speech>> Mikayla and Grace smile at you. Lauren and Olivia are here too. <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>> They both nod a hello. <<speech "Grace">>Hi Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Hello, Professor.<</speech>> You look to Lauren and Olivia. They look uncomfortable. <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>> <<speech "You">>Hey you two. How're you doing?<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Fine.<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>Fine.<</speech>> <div class="thought">They seem happy to see me, but also uncomfortable at the party. They don't really know anyone.</div> <<speech "You">>This corner seems... cozy, huh?<</speech>> Lauren nods. Olivia seems too not even notice your joke. <<speech "Grace">>We've been trying to get them to mingle a little.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>But they think we don't really... fit in here.<</speech>> You look around at the other students. They're all drinking and laughing, dancing and grinding on each other. <div class="thought">Yeah, churchmouse, miss perfect, wallflower and superfeminist are not really in their "comfort zone" I would imagine.</div> <div class="thought">Still, they made it this far. They're all actually at the party. That seems like a step in the right direction.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>I think I made a mistake coming here tonight.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Me too.<</speech>> Mikayla and Grace look to you for some support. <div class="thought">Mikayla and Grace seem to be feeling the same way as the other two, but they're at least trying to have fun.</div> <div class="thought">I should try to help them out here, but how?</div> <div class="thought">I could remind them that they were invited, by Alyssa and Kaylee no less. That might make them feel a little more comfortable.</div> <div class="thought">I could also just get them drunk. A little alcohol would certainly loosen them up. And once they're loose... well, you know what happens then.</div> <<link "Remind them that Alyssa and Kaylee wanted them to be here and encourage them to mingle." "party 6-5a">><<set $party2=1>><</link>> <<link "Make them get drunk and see how wild they'll get." "party 6-5b">><<set $party2=2>><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> You decide to take a gentle approach with them. They're already really nervous about being here. You look at both of them. <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>> <<speech "You">>Look, I know how scary it can be when you don't know many people at a party like this...<</speech>> Lauren and Olivia look at you, waiting for you to say something to make them feel better about their situation. <<speech "You">>But Alyssa and Kaylee invited you both. They want you to be here.<</speech>> You look over at Jasmine and Sophia dancing wildly. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <<speech "You">>Jasmine and Sophia seem to be fitting in, I'm sure you all can too.<</speech>> They still look unsure. <<speech "You">>It's not like you have to just walk up and start talking to people you don't know.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You know people here. I'm sure they'd be happy to see you. You just need to take that first step.<</speech>> Lauren and Olivia look like they're nearly convinced. <<speech "You">>You're both strong. You can do this.<</speech>> With that, they seem convinced. They smile, reluctantly. <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>> <<speech "Lauren">>OK.<</speech>> Lauren looks at Mikayla. <<speech "Lauren">>Please don't leave me alone.<</speech>> Mikayla smiles at Lauren. <<speech "Mikayla">>Of course I won't! Come on, let's go hang out with Jasmine and Sophia.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>OK!<</speech>> They smile at you and then head off to the dancefloor together. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> You can see Jasmine and Sophia greeting them with huge smiles and big hugs. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> You look at Olivia and Grace. <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>> They still look a little unsure of themselves. <<speech "You">>Maybe you two want to join them?<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>I don't really like dancing.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Me either.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>But maybe we could go see what Alyssa and Kaylee are up to in the kitchen?<</speech>> <div class="thought">What are they up to? Probably about shot number 5 or 6 at this point.</div> <<speech "Olivia">>Are you sure, Grace?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Why not? We're all friends now, right?<</speech>> Olivia looks less than convinced. <div class="thought">I guess it's time to put these new friendships to the test.</div> <<speech "You">>You'll never know, Olivia, unless you take the leap.<</speech>> She seems to accept that. <<speech "Olivia">>OK. Let's go, Grace.<</speech>> Grace giggles with glee. <<speech "Grace">>Yay! Come on!<</speech>> She grabs Olivia by the hand and they head off into the kitchen. <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>> You hear Kaylee and Alyssa "Woo" at them when they see them. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Kaylee">>What's up, bitches!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>It's time for shots!<</speech>> They start pouring shots for Grace and Olivia. <div class="thought">Not exactly how I wanted it to go, but it seems like it's working out.</div> Casey seems a little wary having these girls at her party, but since Alyssa and Kaylee accept them, she goes along with it. <div class="thought">Progress.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-6">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> You're settling in to the party, doing your best chaperone impression. The girls seem to be getting drunker by the minute... some moreso than others. Since arriving, you've noticed a lot of girls you don't recognize looking at you, giggling, talking to each other (presumably about you). <<if $party1==1>>This notoriety is making you uncomfortable. What happens when the party's over, and these girls are all talking about you on Monday. The infamy of the Sex Teacher and how he partied with all his students. <div class="thought">Am I getting fired?</div> <div class="thought">God I hope not.</div> <<elseif $party1==2>>It makes your dick bulge in your pants just thinking about all these little sluts, on their knees, taking their turns gagging on your cock. <div class="thought">Would that get me fired?</div> <div class="thought">Fuck it. At this point, I think I could get away with it.</div> <<else>><</if>> You're lost in thought when you notice that two of the girls are standing right in front of you, with smiles on their faces. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty.jpg" alt="lizzie"><img src="images/carrie/carrieparty.jpg" alt="carrie"></div> You've never seen these two before, and they look like they want to say something to you. You're waiting for them to speak up, but they just keep smiling at you. <<if $party1==1>><<speech "You">>Um... Do you two need something?<</speech>><<elseif $party1==2>><<speech "You">>Are you planning on saying something? Or are we just gonna stare at each other?<</speech>><<else>><</if>> They giggle at you. They speak up. <<speech "Carrie">>I'm Carrie!<</speech>> It's the girl on the right with the pink top. She smiles wide, then nudges her friend, who looks a little nervous. Her friend smiles and introduces herself as well. <<speech "Lizzie">>I'm Lizzie.<</speech>> <<if $party1==1>><<speech "You">>Nice to meet you both.<</speech>> They giggle again. <<elseif $party1==2>><<speech "You">>And?<</speech>> They both giggle, nervously. <<else>><</if>> Carrie seems to be the bolder of the two. Lizzie seems very nervous and awkward. <<speech "Carrie">>We saw you making out with Casey!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Everyone did, probably.</div> <<speech "Carrie">>That was so hot!<</speech>> She nudges Lizzie. Lizzie just giggles, nervously. These girls are really coming on to you. <<if $party1==1>>It's making you really uncomfortable. <<speech "You">>That was... Just Casey. You know how she can be, right? She just got a little excited, I think.<</speech>> Carrie looks at you with a sly smile. <<speech "Carrie">>And you weren't excited too?<</speech>> <div class="thought">I was... but I gotta stay out of trouble.</div> <<speech "You">>Like I said, that was just Casey.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It's inappropriate for a teacher like me to get involved with a student. I'm just here to chaperone.<</speech>> They look disappointed. Lizzie fights her shyness and speaks up. <<speech "Lizzie">>So... you'd never get involved with a student? Like ever?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Like I said, it's inappropriate.<</speech>> They both look a little disappointed, but they smile at you still. <<speech "Carrie">>Ok. Whatever you say.<</speech>> They both walk away. <div class="thought">Why do I have the feeling this isn't the last I'll be seeing of these two?</div> <<elseif $party1==2>>It's making you want to push them into a bedroom and fuck the shit out of both of them. <<speech "You">>Yeah, I gotta say... girls at this school seem to be horny as fuck. Why is that?<</speech>> They both laugh nervously. Carrie blushes but works up some courage. <<speech "Carrie">>I think you're gonna have to find that out on your own!<</speech>> She nudges Lizzie who speaks up too, albeit nervously. <<speech "Lizzie">>Yeah. You should find out.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Are they saying what I think they're saying?</div> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper"></div> Carrie leans in and licks your ear, then whispers, <<speech "Carrie">>You wanna find out?<</speech>> <div class="thought">Yeah, they're saying what I think they're saying.</div> <div class="thought">I should keep these sluts on the hook for later.</div> You grab Carrie and pull her towards you. You put your hand around her throat. Her eyes widen and she starts breathing faster. <<speech "You">>Don't tempt me, girl.<</speech>> Lizzie looks shocked. She doesn't know how to react. She looks a little scared. You keep your hand around Carrie's throat and look right at Lizzie. <<speech "You">>What's wrong?<</speech>> She's speechless. <<speech "You">>You scared now?<</speech>> Still speechless. You reach your other hand down Carrie's shorts and roughly rub her pussy through her panties. She gasps and her eyes roll back in her head. Lizzie looks even more scared. <<speech "You">>Carrie seems to like it.<</speech>> You let Carrie go and focus on Lizzie. She takes a step back as you look right at her. <<speech "You">>Yeah, just what I thought. You're not ready for this.<</speech>> Lizzie looks a little offended, then a little determined. She steps back towards you. <div class="thought">She looks pretty nervous, but she's trying not to.</div> <<speech "Lizzie">>I... I... yes I am.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Not convincing.</div> You just laugh at them and walk away. You can hear them bickering with each other behind you, each blaming the other for ruining their chance. <div class="thought">Fucking horny bitches.</div> <div class="thought">I'm sure I'll run into them again.</div> <<else>><</if>> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-7">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>>The party is in full swing now. Girls are hammered and it's starting to show. Some of them are getting sluttier, taking off articles of clothing and making out, sloppily, with their friends. Some of them are "Woo"-ing, sluring their words, and laughing uncontrollably. While some others are ugly-crying in various corners while groups of their friends try to console them. <div class="thought">Part of me thinks this is getting out of control...</div> <div class="thought">But... as long as no one dies...</div> <div class="thought">...Or gets pregnant...</div> There's a contingent of girls on the dance floor, grinding and twerking up a storm. They really seem to be enjoying themselves. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/partydance.gif" alt="girls dancing at a party"></div> As you watch, you're enjoying it too! <div class="thought">This job does have it's benefits...</div> <div class="thought">And I'm not talking about a 401k.</div> You're staring mindlessly at the fit, young, bodies on the steamy dancefloor. You don't immediately notice that your students are calling you over there. <<if $lesson4==1>> <<speech "Sophia">>Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>PROFESSOR!<</speech>> You eventually notice Jasmine and Sophia calling to you. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> You walk over to them so you can hear them better. Jasmine grabs your arm and leans in to talk in your ear. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>We need your help!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Please!<</speech>> <div class="thought">What could they possibly need my help with?</div> <<speech "You">>With what?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>We're teaching Mikayla and Lauren how to dance sexy!<</speech>> You look over at Mikayla and Lauren. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> They blush and smile at you. <<speech "Sophia">>We need you to be their... dance partner.<</speech>> Jasmine and Sophia smile at you lustily. After your office session with these two, they're being very... forward. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> <div class="thought">Dance partner, huh?</div> You look around and see the other girls on the dancefloor. They're all grinding on each other. <div class="thought">So... grinding partner.</div> <div class="thought">Definitely inappropriate.</div> <div class="thought">Still...</div> <div class="thought">Am I gonna do this?</div> <<link "Yes, of course." "party 6-7a">><</link>> <<link "No, of course not." "party 6-7b">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson4==2 and $lesson3==1>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>PROFESSOR!!<</speech>> You eventually notice Mikayla calling to you from the dancefloor. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> She's with Lauren, Jasmine, and Sophia. You walk over to them so you can hear her better. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper"></div> She leans in and speaks in your ear. <<speech "Mikayla">>We need your help!<</speech>> <div class="thought">What could they possibly need my help with?</div> <<speech "You">>With what?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>We're teaching Mikayla and Lauren how to dance sexy!<</speech>> Mikayla smiles at you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div> She's got that look in her eye... the same one she had in your office... right before you came all over her. <div class="thought">This could be trouble.</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah! And we need a dance partner.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Dance partner, huh?</div> You look around and see the other girls on the dancefloor. They're all grinding on each other. <div class="thought">So... grinding partner.</div> <div class="thought">Definitely inappropriate.</div> <div class="thought">Still...</div> <div class="thought">Am I gonna do this?</div> <<link "Yes, of course." "party 6-7a">><</link>> <<link "No, of course not." "party 6-7b">><</link>> <<elseif $lesson4==2 and $lesson3==2>> <<speech "Lauren">>Professor!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>PROFESSOR!!<</speech>> You eventually notice Lauren calling to you from the dancefloor. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> She's with Mikayla, Jasmine, and Sophia. You walk over to them so you can hear her better. She leans in and speaks in your ear. <<speech "Lauren">>We need your help!<</speech>> <div class="thought">What could they possibly need my help with?</div> <<speech "You">>With what?<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>We're teaching Mikayla and Lauren how to dance sexy!<</speech>> Lauren smiles at you. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> She's got that look in her eye... the same one she had in your office... right before she tore her clothes off and came right in front of you. <div class="thought">This could be trouble.</div> <<speech "Lauren">>Yeah! And we need a dance partner.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Dance partner, huh?</div> You look around and see the other girls on the dancefloor. They're all grinding on each other. <div class="thought">So... grinding partner.</div> <div class="thought">Definitely inappropriate.</div> <div class="thought">Still...</div> <div class="thought">Am I gonna do this?</div> <<link "Yes, of course." "party 6-7a">><<set $partydance=1>><</link>> <<link "No, of course not." "party 6-7b">><<set $partydance=2>><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg angelos>> <img src="images/friday6/mobtable.jpg" alt="mobsters at a table" class="left"> <img src="images/gino/gino.jpg" alt="gino" class="left"> <img src="images/marco/marco.jpg" alt="marco" class="left"> <img src="images/angelo/angelo.jpg" alt="angelo" class="left"> <</nobr>>Meanwhile, far away... The two men sat at the table in the small, dingy office above the restaurant floor. Their clothes, hair, and everything else screamed "organized crime." Fitting. Both were mobsters. The man on the left, Marco, was small of stature, but made up for it with tremendous moxy for his size. The man on the right, Gino, was younger, and more junior in the orginazation. He was headstrong and looking to move up the ranks. As customers ate and drank at the tables below them, laughing and enjoying themselves, the mood in the office was very different. There was tension between the men, and an argument was brewing. <<marco "I told you what to do, Gino.">> Marco said. <<gino "Yeah Marco, my guys have been watching them both, every day, like you wanted. They're not doing anything different. It's like nothing ever happened.">> Gino replied. Marco looked at him with frustration. <<gino "Look, I've been doing what you asked me to. Not my fault here, OK?">> Gino said. Marco rubbed his eyes and scowled. <<marco "It's fine, Gino. You done good. I just can't fucking believe those two feds are just acting like they don't have a care in the world. They think they're untouchable.">> Anger rose in Marco and he slammed his fist on the table. <<marco "Goddamnit! They're making us look like pussies!">> <<gino "Fuck! You're right!">> Gino replied. It was obvious that Gino was sucking up to Marco and he'd probably agree with him about pretty much anything. <<gino "So can I move on them? My guys are ready! I could have them both in the ground by Sunday dinner.">> Marco thought about this carefully. <<marco "Well, we can't just let them get away with what they did. Word's going to get out on the street and we're gonna look weak. But we need to wait for the right opportunity.">> Marco said. Gino scoffed at this. <<gino "Fuck that! I can do them both tonight! Why the fuck are we waiting around on this shit?">> Gino pleaded, angrily. Marco was about to answer when a third man entered the office and sat at the table. He was a large man who moved slowly, but it seemed as though that wasn't a problem, since he didn't really need to move for anyone. Marco and Gino both immediately deferred to him. It was obvious he was the one in charge. <<angelo "Because I told Marco to wait. And Marco is a good soldier.">> the third man said, calmly. <<marco "Hey, Angelo. When did you get here?">> Marco asked. <<angelo "I've been downstairs.">> Angelo said. There was an uncomfortable silence as Marco and Gino tried to think of something to say to their boss. Eventually, Gino spoke up. <<gino "Boss... these feds, these Marshals... they're makin' us look like fuckin' pussies.">> Gino said. Angelo looked straight at him with a neutral expression. Marco looked nervous, Gino looked emboldened. <<gino "Just say the word and I'll do them both.">> Gino said. Angelo chuckled and stood up from the table. He smiled as he walked around to Gino. Marco looked even more nervous. <<angelo "Gino... I like you. You just got made, and I'm happy you did. We need people with your enthusiasm.">> Angelo said. Gino's smile turned to nervousness though, as Angelo walked behind him. Something about having the Boss standing back there while he was still seated made Gino a little uncomfortable. Rightly so. Suddenly, Angelo grabbed Gino by the hair and yanked his head back so that he was looking up right at him. <<angelo "But if you even think about going against my orders... It's going to be you who's gonna be in the ground. You got that?!">> Angelo barked. <<gino "Yeah, boss. Of course. I was just talking shit.">> Gino replied, sheepishly. Angelo released him. <<angelo "Good. Now go downstairs. Adriana is down there looking for you.">> Angelo said, calmly. Gino nodded and hurried off downstairs leaving Angelo and Marco alone in the office. <<link "CONTINUE" "Angelo Cutaway 1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg angelos>> <img src="images/angelo/angelo.jpg" alt="angelo" class="left"> <img src="images/marco/marco.jpg" alt="marco" class="left"> <img src="images/gino/gino.jpg" alt="gino" class="left"> <</nobr>>Angelo sat back down, and Marco poured him a drink from the bottle on the table. The two men sat in silence for a few moments. Then Angelo spoke. <<angelo "Is he gonna be a problem?">> he asked. <<marco "No Angelo. I got him in check. He's a good kid, just a little... eager.">> Marco replied. Angelo sat in silence. <<marco "But boss... it would be easier to keep him in check if I could tell him something.">> Marco said. <<angelo "I told you, Marco. No one needs to know but you and me. We've invested too much in this for some one to leak it and blow the whole thing up.">> Angelo said. Marco nodded. <<marco "Yeah, I get it. And I agree. But for the other guys, it just looks like we got taken by some fucking slimy con man and then rolled over for the feds. It's not something they're gonna be able to-">> Angelo cut Marco off. <<angelo "Do you have control over your troops, Marco?">> he asked. Marco looked surprised and a little hurt by the question. <<marco "They'll fall in line. But they won't like it.">> Marco said. <<angelo "They don't have to like it. They just have to do it.">> Angelo replied. Marco nodded, but still looked uncomfortable with the situation. Angelo seemed to sense this and moved to reassure him. <<angelo "Look, Marco... You know you're like a brother to me. And I know you didn't want to go this way, but I need to know that you're with me on this. We have everything set up and in place. This is the kind of opportunity that only comes along once in a lifetime. We need to do this right.">> Angelo said. Marco slowly nodded. <<marco "I'm with you, boss. You know I am.">> Marco replied. Angelo nodded. <<angelo "Good. Now go head downstairs and try to settle Gino down.">> Angelo said. Marco nodded and got up from the table. He headed downstairs and on to the restaurant floor. He and Gino met eyes across the crowded dining room. Gino looked at Marco, questioningly. Marco just shook his head, a look of sadness and disappointment on his face. Gino became angry at this and pounded his fist on the table, startling the diners around him. He got up and stormed out of the restaurant. Marco looked nervous, again. <<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 2.0 end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> All this girl drama is making your head hurt. <div class="thought">What the hell do they need? They were invited, by Kaylee and Alyssa.</div> <div class="thought">If those two wanted them here, that's all the encouragement they should need. But no... they're still just sitting in the corner.</div> <div class="thought">Time for some tough love... and booze.</div> <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>> <<speech "You">>Look you two. I don't know what else I can say to you. You both seem to think you're gonna burst into flames if you so much as talk to someone here you don't know.<</speech>> They both look a little ashamed. <<speech "You">>You were invited, remember? You're meant to be here. You need to just sack up and take the plunge.<</speech>> They look a little annoyed that you're talking to them so harshly. <div class="thought">Time for liquid courage. It'll help them. And getting them drunk will probably help me too, wink wink.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, that's it. Wait right here.<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>Where are you going?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>No questions! Do as I say!<</speech>> They seem a little shocked at your "tough love," but they do as you say. You head into the kitchen. Kaylee, Alyssa, and Casey "woo," at you when you enter, but you don't have time or patience for that shit. You ignore them and grab a bottle of tequila off the table. <<speech "Alyssa">>Hey! Where are you going with that?!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah! That's ours!<</speech>> You look sternly at both of them. <<speech "You">>Chaperone privilege. No questions.<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But...<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>But...<</speech>> You cut them off. <<speech "You">>NO QUESTIONS!<</speech>> They both shut up. Casey laughs at them. <<speech "Casey">>Shut down!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck you, bitch!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, fuck you!<</speech>> <<speech "Casey">>You can't call me that! It's my birthday!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck your birthday!<</speech>> Casey, Alyssa, and Kaylee continue to bicker as you leave with the bottle. You don't have the patience for any of that shit either. You return to Lauren, Olivia, Grace, and Mikayla in the corner. You shove the bottle into Lauren's hands <<speech "You">>Drink.<</speech>> They all look shocked that you are encouraging them to drink. <<speech "Lauren">>Um...<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>I don't know...<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah, I don't think...<</speech>> <<speech "You">>DON'T THINK. DRINK!<</speech>> <<speech "Olivia">>You can't just make us drink!<</speech>> <<if $lesson2==1>>You give Olivia a stern look. <div class="thought">Did you forget our little office session?</div> She seems to lose her will to fight you. <div class="thought">Guess not.</div> <<elseif $lesson2==2>> <<speech "You">>Olivia, do you want help or not?<</speech>> She seems to reconsider fighting you on this. <<speech "You">>Take a few drinks. You'll feel more relaxed and confident. I promise.<</speech>> <<else>><</if>> They seem to realize they don't have a choice here. They open the bottle and start passing it around. Lauren drinks first. <<speech "Lauren">>Oh god that's terrible!<</speech>> She passes the bottle to Olivia who also takes a big swig. <<speech "Olivia">>Jesus that's strong!<</speech>> They pass the bottle to Mikayla. She passes it to Grace and Grace tries to give it back to you. <<speech "You">>Oh no. You both need to drink too.<</speech>> You look right at them. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <<speech "Mikayla">>But... we're not the ones who need it.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Yeah... I'm fine without it.<</speech>> You remain silent and continue to look at them. After a moment, they realize they're not gonna get a pass on this. <<speech "Mikayla">>Well... I guess one wouldn't hurt.<</speech>> She takes a sip. <<speech "You">>More.<</speech>> She takes a bigger sip. <<speech "You">>More.<</speech>> She looks a little scared, but musters her courage and takes a big swig. It nearly makes her lose it. She coughs and sputters. <<speech "You">>Good. Now you, Grace.<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>I don't know... I've never drank before.<</speech>> <<speech "You">>First time for everything. DRINK!<</speech>> She reluctantly accepts and takes a little sip. She clearly does not enjoy it. <<speech "Grace">>Oh my! It burns!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Yes it does. Drink more.<</speech>> She complies and takes a bigger swig. This time she can't handle it and spits it out on the floor. <<speech "Grace">>I... I can't!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>You can and you will. Take a bunch of little sips if you need to, but you're going to drink it, Grace.<</speech>> Over the next few minutes, Grace and the other girls take drinks from the bottle. Before you know it, the bottle is half empty and they all seem a little more... happy. Mikayla and Lauren head off to the dance floor. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> You see them meet up with Jasmine and Sophia. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> They hug each other and start dancing together. You watch for a moment. Grace and Olivia go to the kitchen to see what's going on in there. <<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>> Alyssa and Kaylee greet them. You hear Alyssa in the kitchen. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div> <<speech "Alyssa">>It's half gone! Did you guys drink this?<</speech>> Grace giggles and nods. Olivia smiles and nods as well. <<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck yeah! Party girls!<</speech>> The girls in the kitchen all "woo" at Grace and Olivia, then start pouring more shots. <div class="thought">Mission accomplished.</div> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-6">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> You focus in on Casey and Kaylee and try to figure out what they're fighting about. <<speech "Kaylee">>You couldn't do it even if you had a hundred fucking years to try!<</speech>> <<speech "Casey">>You think you're so fucking special! Anyone could do what you do! You're not even that hot, bitch!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YOU!<</speech>> <<speech "Casey">>FUCK YOU!!<</speech>> Alyssa is here too, and she looks a little overwhelmed, which is not normal for her. You pull her aside. <<speech "You">>What happened?<</speech>> She looks at you and yells so you can hear her over the commotion. <<speech "Alyssa">>Kaylee was talking about how much money she's making on JustFans and everything was going fine...<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>But Casey got kinda bitchy and she was saying that it's not that hard, and that anyone could do it.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>...Fucking trashy whore!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Kaylee didn't like that, so she got mad at Casey.<</speech>> <<speech "Casey">>...Queen of the fucking cum sluts!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Then Casey said she'd start her own JustFans and she'd have more subs than Kaylee in a week.<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>...Stank pussy bitch!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>Then Kaylee called Casey a fuck ugly gremlin.<</speech>> <<speech "Casey">>...Saggy ass hooker!<</speech>> <<speech "Alyssa">>And Casey called Kaylee a nasty toe-cheese having snaggletooth slut.<</speech>> <div class="thought">Very vivid description, Alyssa.</div> <<speech "Alyssa">>I was just about to try to stop them.<</speech>> You nod at Alyssa. <div class="thought">Worth a shot. Alyssa is their friend. She can probably calm them down.</div> Alyssa gets between Casey and Kaylee. <<speech "Alyssa">>You bitches are so fucking loud! Will you both shut the fuck up?!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Probably not the best way to handle it.</div> Casey and Kaylee turn their rage on Alyssa. <<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK OFF!<</speech>> <<speech "Casey">>STAY OUT OF THIS, BITCH!<</speech>> Alyssa looks offended. <<speech "Alyssa">>FUCK YOU! I WAS TRYING TO HELP!!<</speech>> <<speech "Casey">>FUCK YOU!<</speech>> <<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YOU!<</speech>> Alyssa is now enraged as well. She starts screaming at both of them and they scream back at her. Now it's a threeway... But not the good kind. The three of them scream at each other for a few more minutes. By the end of it, they're all ugly-crying and you can barely understand what they're yelling at each other. Then, they all run off in different directions, crying and screaming as the whole party watches. The fight really took the wind out of this party's sails. You see that a lot of the girls are gathering up their stuff and making their way out of the house. <div class="thought">Seems like this party's over.</div> You look around and see that Sophia, Jasmine, Mikayla, and Lauren have already made their exit. <div class="thought">Smart move.</div> <<if $party2==1>>Grace and Olivia are standing in the kitchen looking a bit overwhelmed by the fight. They seem to not know what to do next. <<elseif $party2==2>>Grace is nearly passed out on the floor by the trashcan. Olivia is cleaning puke off her face with a kitchen towel. <<else>><</if>> It's going to be up to you to deal with this. <<link "Go find Casey." "party 6-9a">><</link>> <<link "Go find Kaylee." "party 6-9b">><</link>> <<link "Go find Alyssa." "party 6-9c">><</link>> <<if $party1==1>><<link "Go home. There's not much I can do about this." "party 6-9d">><</link>><<elseif $party1==2>><<link "Go home. I'm not dealing with this bullshit." "party 6-9d">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> After some serious blueballs stemming from the little dance lesson with the girls, you take a few moments to survey the scene of the party. After all, you're supposed to be chaperoning. It's up to you to make sure everything is going OK. <div class="thought">Gotta make sure the girls aren't getting into too much trouble.</div> You look around at the sea of sloppy, drunk girls. They're a fucking mess. <div class="thought">Great job!</div> <<if $party2==1>>As you survey the disaster around you, Grace runs up to you and grabs you by the arm. You turn to face her. <<speech "You">>What is it, Grace?<</speech>> <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace"></div> She looks scared. <<speech "Grace">>We need your help!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>With what?<</speech>> <<speech "Grace">>Kaylee and Casey are fighting in the kitchen!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Great.</div> <<speech "Grace">>I think they're gonna kill each other!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Well, I'll probably have to deal with this.</div> Olivia yells from the kitchen. <<speech "Olivia">>Grace! Hurry up!<</speech>> Grace looks at you, desperate for your help. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace"></div> <div class="thought">This might be serious.</div> <<speech "You">>OK, let's go.<</speech>> Grace looks relieved and the two of you head to the kitchen. <<elseif $party2==2>>You're surveying the disaster surrounding you when you hear louder than normal screams coming from the kitchen. These are not the typical screams of "Woo" girls. No. These are angry screams. <div class="thought">I should probably go see what this is all about.</div> You head to the kitchen where you come upon a chaotic scene. Kaylee and Casey are screaming angrily at each other. You can't really make out what they are saying over the din of the party, but their facial expressions tell the story. They're about to kill each other. Grace and Olivia are here too, but after polishing off a bottle of tequila (like you told them to) they're basically useless. Grace is in the corner, throwing up in a trash can, while Olivia holds her hair. You return your attention to Kaylee and Casey. <div class="thought">I'm gonna have to deal with this.</div> <<else>><</if>> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> As much as you'd like to have these girls grinding on you... <div class="thought">DON'T GET FIRED!</div> <<speech "You">>I don't think so, girls.<</speech>> They look disappointed. <<speech "Jasmine">>Why not?!<</speech>> <<speech "You">>It would be inappropriate.<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>But... <</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>It's OK.<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah. Maybe... could you just watch us and tell us what you think?<</speech>> <div class="thought">That I could probably get away with.</div> <<speech "You">>Sure. That I can do.<</speech>> This seems to satisfy them. Jasmine and Sophia start grinding on each other on the dancefloor. They lift their skirts a bit and show off their panties. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminedance1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiadance1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> Lauren and Mikayla pay close attention. The other girls around them "Woo," appropriately. You watch them do it, looking at their fit, fresh bodies rubbing aganist each other. You're hard almost immediately. Jasmine and Sophia pull Lauren and Mikayla onto the dancefloor and start grinding with them as well. They follow and lift up their skirts too, showing off their fit asses. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikayladance.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurendance.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> You try to hide your boner. Lucky for you, it's dark in here. <div class="thought">I'm pretty sure no one notices.</div> <<speech "Jasmine">>You just rub on him up and down like this. He should be really hard my now. You should be able to feel it through his pants.<</speech>> Lauren giggles nervously. <<speech "Sophia">>And when you feel that little poke coming through, on you...<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Do something like this.<</speech>> She turns around and starts twerking her ass right on Jasmine's crotch. Lauren and Mikayla look shocked but laugh. <<speech "Mikayla">>OH MY GOD! Sophia!<</speech>> Sophia and Jasmine laugh too. The other girls "Woo," appropriately. You continue to try to hide your boner. <<speech "Sophia">>Now spank me!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>What?!<</speech>> <<speech "Sophia">>Do it! Spank me!<</speech>> Jasmine gives Sophia little slap on the ass. <<speech "Sophia">>Harder!<</speech>> Jasmine spanks her again, a little harder this time. <<speech "Lauren">>Harder!!<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, harder!<</speech>> Jasmine winds up and spanks Sophia several times, hard on the ass. The other girls "Woo..." ...Appropriately. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-8">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> You decide to just go for it. <div class="thought">Fuck it. Let's grind</div> <<speech "You">>Well... if it's for educational purposes then... who am I to say no.<</speech>> The girls giggle with glee. Sophia and Jasmine grab you and pull you onto the dancefloor. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> All the other girls seem to notice your presence. they "Woo," appropriately. <<speech "Sophia">>OK, so let me show you what I was talking about.<</speech>> Sophia slides in next to you with her ass rubbing against your crotch. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiadance.jpg" alt="sophia"></div> She leans her head back against your chest and runs her hands up and down your neck. Your boner is immediately present, and you're sure she can feel it poking her in the ass. Jasmine giggles as Sophia keeps grinding on you. Mikayla and Lauren pay close attention. Then Jasmine speaks up. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah! That's hot! You can do it like this too.<</speech>> She switches out for Sophia who gives your cock a little rub through your pants before giving up her position to Jasmine. Jasmine, for her part, seems even sluttier than Sophia. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminedance1.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> She slides her ass up to your cock and then wiggles it back and forth. Her hips move so fast and her ass is so firm... your cock can barely take it. <<speech "Sophia">>Holy shit, Jasmine!<</speech>> <div class="thought">Yeah! Holy Shit!</div> Sophia laughs. Mikayla and Lauren pay close attention. The other girls "Woo," appropriately. Your hands instinctively run up and down Jasmine's hot little body. <div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminedance2.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div> <div class="thought">I never thought getting fired would feel so good!</div> Suddenly, Jasmine pulls away from you and pushes Mikayla and Lauren at you. <<speech "Jasmine">>Now you two try.<</speech>> They both look a little nervous, but they give it a go. They face you and start grinding their fit little bodies against you. Their really getting into it as the crowd watches and cheers them on. The both lift up their skirts and show off their asses. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikayladance.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurendance.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> The other girls "Woo," as is customary in situations like these. After the rubdown that Sophia and Jasmine just performed, your cock it like a fucking I-beam. And there's no way they can't feel it poking through your pants. <<speech "Lauren">>Is this right?<</speech>> <<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, how are we doing?<</speech>> <div class="thought">GREAT!</div> <<speech "Sophia">>That's good!<</speech>> <<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah! I bet Professor $you.fakelastName is hard as a rock right now.<</speech>> <div class="thought">He is.</div> <<speech "Mikayla">>HE IS!<</speech>> <<speech "Lauren">>HE IS!<</speech>> The other girls "Woo..." ...appropriately. Lauren and Mikayla keep grinding on you, using you as their training partner. Your cock is about to explode. You pull away at the last second. <<speech "You">>Break time!<</speech>> They look a little disappointed. <<speech "Lauren">>Why?<</speech>> <<speech "You">>Trust me.<</speech>> She looks a little confused, but then seems to get it. <<speech "Lauren">>OH! OK.<</speech>> Mikayla and Lauren giggle at you. <div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-8">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <img src="images/casey/caseyparty1.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <</nobr>> That fight left three very upset young ladies in its wake. You decide you should check in on Casey. After all, it's her birthday, her party, her house. You figure you'll have a good chance to see both Alyssa and Kaylee at some point in the future, but since Casey is not one of your students, this may be your only opportunity to check on her. You look around the house for her and find her in what you assume is her bedroom. She's still very upset, but when she sees you, it seems to lift her spirits. <img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She runs up to you and gives you a big hug. <<casey "You came to check on me?! Oh my God! That means so much to me.">> she says, with a little giggle. <<casey "I would have thought you'd go running after Alyssa or Kaylee.">> She says. She looks a little sad. <<casey "Guys are always after them.">> She says. She rests her head on your chest. <<casey "Never me, though.">> <img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">You can see what she's doing here. She wants you to build up her confidence by telling her that you chose her over Kaylee and Alyssa. That's not necessarily the truth, but it's what she needs to hear right now. She's in an emotionally vulnerable state, and a few nice compliments could really help her right now. She'd be really grateful for them, you assume... and she'd likely show you just how grateful. But you don't necessarily need to inflate her already inflated ego either. She was really spouting off at Kaylee, telling her how she'd be able to have more success slutting herself out on JustFans. She seemed pretty confident then. Maybe a little negativity is what she needs right now. <<link "Compliment her to make her feel better about herself." "party 6-9a1">><<set $caseyparty=1>><</link>> <<link "Neg her and bring that ego into check." "party 6-9a1">><<set $caseyparty=2>><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>>That was a pretty intense fight, and all three girls could probably use some comfort right now. Kaylee seemed to have been the worst off, so you decide to find her and check in to see how she's doing. You search around the house and find her alone in a back bedroom <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesad.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">You head inside, and as you get closer, you can see that she's still crying. Not surprising after the knock-down drag-out that she just had. <<you "Kaylee?">> you call to her. She looks up and quickly wipes her eyes. She puts on a fake smile. <<kaylee "Came to see how the Queen of the cum sluts is doing, huh?">> she says with a fake laugh. She's trying to play it all off as no big deal, using self-depricating humor. But it's clear that she's upset and hurt by all the insults her friend flung at her. <<you "That was pretty intense in there.">> you say. She looks at you and tries to keep that smile up, but she just can't do it. She takes a step towards you and hugs you. She cries a little into your chest, her tears leaving little wet spots on your shirt. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleenervous.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "She's such a bitch!">> she says. <<kaylee "I can't believe she said all that shit!">> She keeps hugging you. <<kaylee "She actually thinks she'd have more JustFans subs than me.">> She says. She separates from you and looks at you. <<kaylee "Can you fucking believe that shit?!">> You can tell what Kaylee wants here. She wants you to tell her that she's way hotter than Casey, and that Casey would never be able to make it as a JustFans camgirl. This, of course, is not true. Casey is hot and young and slutty, just like Kaylee. If she decided to pursue it, it would only be a matter of time before she had a ton of subs just like Kaylee. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleepleading.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">You could just tell Kaylee what she wants to hear. It would certainly make her feel better about herself, and, knowing her, she'd probably find a way to make you feel better in return. But a part of you wants to just challenge her, and tell her that she's not the hottest thing on the planet like she thinks she is. All the JustFans fame has really gone to her head, and she could use a little reality check. Plus... she'd likely be eager to... prove herself. <<link "Tell Kaylee what she wants to hear." "party 6-9b1">><<set $kayleeparty=1>><</link>> <<link "Tell Kaylee you're not so sure that Casey was wrong about her. She's not as hot as she thinks." "party 6-9b1">><<set $kayleeparty=2>><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssaupset.jpg" alt="alyssa upset" class="left"> <</nobr>>After that fight, all three girls are probably really upset. Even though Casey and Kaylee were the main combatants, Alyssa seemed really upset. She tried to intervene and make peace... in her own way. And BOTH of her friends got upset with her. You're worried about her, specifically because of her history with alcohol. She might not take this slight in the most... healthy way. You decide to find her and check on her. You search around the house and can't seem to find her. Most of the other girls have left by now. The house is pretty much empty, so you expected to find her in one of the rooms, or maybe out in the front yard or something. You find yourself back in the kitchen where Olivia and Grace are. <<if $party2==1>>They still look a little shaken and unsure of what to do next.<<elseif $party2==2>>Grace is sitting up now and seems to be feeling a little better. Olivia is comforting her.<<else>><</if>> <<you "Have either of you seen Alyssa?">> you ask. They both look up at you. Olivia answers. <<if $lesson2==1>><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<elseif $lesson2==2>><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<else>><</if>><<olivia "Yeah, but not since the fight.">> she says. You frown. Olivia keeps looking at you. <<olivia "She grabbed a bottle of liquor off the table and went out the front door. I haven't seen her after that.">> she says. You smile at her. <<you "Thanks, Olivia.">> you say. She smiles back. <<you "You two gonna be OK?">> you ask. Olivia waves her hand in the air. <<olivia "Don't worry. We're OK. Go help Alyssa.">> she says. You smile, nod, and head out the front door. You look again around the yard, then in the neighbors' yards, but you don't see her. <img src= "images/friday6/busstop.jpg" alt="bus stop" class="left">You're about to give up the search, when you hear the sound of clinking glass from across the street. You look over there and see Alyssa passed out at the bus stop. There's an empty bottle of liquor sitting on the concrete ground at her feet. That must have been the sound you heard. You walk across the street and stand there, looking at her. She's slumped in the bus stop seat, mumbling and drooling on herself. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left">Hammered... that's the technical term for this. Alyssa is fucking hammered. She looks up at you and smiles, drunkedly. The last bus came and went about 45 minutes ago. So there's no way to get her back to the dorms. But, you know you're not going to let her just sleep at the bus stop all night, and you also can't bring her back to Casey's house... not after what happened. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssacarry.jpg" alt="carrying alyssa" class="left">There's really only one thing to do. As suspicious as it will look, you pick Alyssa up on your back, and walk her over to your apartment. She giggles and makes unintelligible words as you head inside and close the door, hoping to God that none of your neighbors just saw you carrying one of your students into your place. You plop Alyssa down on your couch, and now... now you have a decision to make. It's not your finest moment, standing over the your student while she struggles to make words... and there are a few pretty bad thoughts running through your head right now. She's totally hammered... she won't remember anything... this has probably happened to her so many times already, anyway... you should fuck her. But there are other thoughts running through there as well. She's vulnerable, and you're her teacher... she's probably been abused while she's drunk before... You could get fired for this... and, you're trying to be a better person... remember? REMEMBER?! <<link "Do the right thing. Find her a blanket, and let her sleep it off." "party 6-9c1">><<set $alyssaparty=1>><</link>> <<link "Fuck it. Fuck her." "party 6-9c1">><<set $alyssaparty=2>><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>><<if $party1==1>>You feel for the girls, but this is something they'll have to work out on their own. There's not much for you to do here, so you head home. Honestly, Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa probably fight like this all the time. They should be OK after they've cooled down. <img src="images/friday6/partymess.jpg" alt="a mess" class="left">You take a look at the mess around the house, you think about cleaning up a little, but you decide to just leave that to Casey, after all, it's her house, not yours. You leave for your apartment.<<elseif $party1==2>>You've had more than enough girl drama tonight. Your head hurts from the music, the alcohol, all the "Woo"-ing... it's time to call it and head home. Yes, Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa could probably use your help right now, but fuck that. They probably get in fights like this all the time. They'll be OK, right? <img src="images/friday6/partymess.jpg" alt="a mess" class="left">Probably. And that's good enough for you. You take one last look at the disastrous scene at Casey's house, and, glad that you don't have to clean that shit up, you head out the front door and back towards your apartment.<<else>><</if>> As you cross the street, you notice a girl sitting at the bus stop. <<if $party1==1>>It's Carrie, the flirtatious girl you met earlier tonight. "Great," you think to yourself. "I can't get away from them." She sees you coming across the street and stands up to greet you with a big smile. <img src="images/carrie/carrieparty.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<carrie "Hey Sex Teacher!">> she says. You roll your eyes. <<you "Now you're starting with that?">> you ask. She giggles. <<carrie "I heard Casey call you that, and I thought it was funny.">> she says. <<carrie "You two aren't like, a thing... are you?">> she asks. You shake your head. <<you "No! Absolutely not. That would be... look, why would you even think that?">> you ask. She smiles. <<carrie "You were making out pretty hard at the party.">> she says. <<you "Look, Casey got a little carried away, and SHE kissed ME, OK?">> you say. You want to make sure Carrie is clear on this. <<you "I stopped her, and that was the end of it. There is nothing going on between me and Casey.">> you say. That, of course, is not true. You and Casey were making out on the bus just yesterday... but that's nobody's business. <img src="images/carrie/carrieparty2.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<carrie "OK, fine.">> she says. You both stand there in silence. You're about to say goodnight when Carrie speaks up. <<carrie "I think I may have missed the last bus. I feel like I've been standing here forever.">> she says. You look at the time on your phone. She has indeed missed the last bus. <<you "Yeah, looks like it.">> you say. She looks around. <img src="images/carrie/carriepleading.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<carrie "Do you think you could give me a ride back to the dorms?">> she asks. <<you "I don't have a car.">> you reply. She looks at you strangely, probably wondering why you don't have a car. But she doesn't press. <<carrie "Well... I guess I could walk. I think I know the way.">> she says. She doesn't seem to be leaving though. You think she may be about to ask you something. <<carrie "Hey... you live in the apartments here, right?">> she asks. Shit. She knows. <<you "Yes.">> you say. You have a feeling you know what she's about to ask you and it makes you really uncomfortable. <<carrie "Do you... would it be OK if I crashed at your place tonight?">> she asks. There it is. <img src="images/carrie/carriedisappointed.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<you "Carrie... I really would like to help, but I think it would be inappropriate...">> She looks sad. <<carrie "Oh. OK.">> she says. <<carrie "I guess I'll just walk ALL the way back to the dorms... in the dark... alone.">> she says. <<carrie "I think I remember how to get there...">> FUCK! <img src="images/carrie/carrieparty1.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<you "OK, OK. Fine.">> you say. She giggles with glee. <<you "BUT... this stays between you and me, OK?">> She smiles wide. <<carrie "Of course!">> she says. The two of you head to your apartment. What am I doing?! <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9d1">><</link>> <<elseif $party1==2>>It's Lizzie, the nervous girl you met earlier tonight. She's sitting all alone at the bus stop, looking increasingly uncomfortable. You check the time. <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieinnocent.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">Looks like she missed the last bus. Guess she's not going to be making it back to the dorms tonight. You walk over to her to break the bad news. <<you "Hey... Lizzie, right?">> you ask. She looks up at you and gives you a nod. She has a worried look on her face. <<lizzie "Yeah. Hi, Professor.">> she says. You keep looking at her and eventually, it seems to make her uncomfortable and she looks away. <<you "You know, the last bus was 10 minutes ago.">> you say, casually. She looks really worried. <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieshocked.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "OH SHIT! Really?!">> she asks. <<you "Yup. Really.">> you say. She looks like she's gonna cry. She looks at you, pleading for a solution to her problem. <<you "So...">> she keeps looking at you. <<you "...Goodnight then.">> you say. You start to walk away, she starts to cry. As much as you want to avoid girl drama, you stop, and walk back. <<you "What's wrong?">> you ask. She looks at you through her tears. <img src="images/lizzie/lizziesad.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "EVERYTHING!">> she says. <<lizzie "I didn't even want to come to this party, but Carrie conviced me to come, and now she's gone and I'm stranded here!">> she cries. <<lizzie "Where am I supposed to even sleep tonight?">> <<you "Why don't you just sleep at Casey's house?">> you ask. She cries even more. <<lizzie "I don't even know Casey! I don't know anyone except Carrie!">> she says. <<lizzie "Besides, you were in there! That place is a disaster! I can't sleep there.">> she says. There's an obvious solution here. Lizzie could spend the night at your place. Sure, it would be wildly inappropriate, but what about tonight HASN'T been wildly inappropriate. Let her spend the night, and she'd probably be pretty darn grateful too. But you need to make sure it's HER asking YOU, and not the other way round. <<you "OK... well... I hope it all works out for you.">> you say. You start to walk away, and she grabs you by the arm. <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieshocked.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "Wait! You can't just leave me!">> she says. <<you "Well... what do you expect me to do?">> you ask. <<lizzie "Help me find Carrie?">> <<you "I don't know where she is.">> <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieinnocent.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "Then... give me a ride to the dorms?">> <<you "I don't have a car">> Lizzie looks defeated. You start to walk away again. She stops you again. <<lizzie "Can I... can I stay with you?">> she asks, meekly. <<you "Absolutely not.">> you say. She starts crying again. <<lizzie "PLEASE! Please I promise I won't bother you and I won't say anything to anyone about it!">> she pleads. <img src="images/lizzie/lizziesad.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"> <<you "Sorry, no.">> you say. <<lizzie "PLEASE! I... I don't want to sleep at the bus stop all night.">> she says. She looks you right in the eyes, tears rolling down her face. <<lizzie "Please.">> You look right at her and you know you've got her now. <<you "OK, fine.">> you say, and walk off towards your apartment. She follows behind you silently and obediently. She's probably so grateful not to have to sleep at the bus stop, she'd be... well, yeah... grateful is a good word for it. She's gonna be awfully grateful. Time to see just how grateful. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9d1">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <img src="images/casey/caseysad.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"> <</nobr>> <<if $caseyparty==1>>Casey could really use a confidence boost right now. You've gotten to know her a little bit. Her parents have basically ignored her for her whole life, and you assume that since it's her birthday, she just wanted to be the center of attention for at least one day. Her jealousy of Kaylee's internet fame came out in an ugly way, but that's to be expected, and you don't really blame her for that. <<you "Well, that fight seemed pretty harsh... especially on your birthday.">> you say. She smiles. <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<casey "I know! I can't believe Kaylee acted like such a bitch to me on my birthday! Couldn't she just give me ONE fucking day to myself, without her reminding me about how fucking popular she is?!">> she exclaims. <<casey "I mean, I know she has this whole JustFans following! She talks about it alll the fucking time!">> <<you "She does.">> <<casey "Yeah! And for one day, I just wanted to be the one that everyone was talking about.">> She looks sad. <<you "Well, you were though, weren't you?">> you say. She looks a little confused. <<casey "What?">> <<you "Well, everyone was talking about you, and your party.">> <<casey "Yeah, I guess. But Kaylee just couldn't stand me being more popular than her, even for one day.">> she says. She doesn't seem to want to let it go. <<you "Look, I've gotten a chance to get to know Kaylee a bit now, and, you're right, she can be...">> <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday412.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<casey "A fucking attention whore?">> <<you "Well... yeah. But, I think you know that she has her own reasons for that.">> you say. Casey starts to think about that. It's clear that she is good friends with Kaylee, even though they fought. She surely understands Kaylee's own insecurities, and how those affect her personality. <<casey "I guess.">> she says. <<you "She shouldn't have treated you the way she did. Especially not on your birthday. But are you really going to hold a grudge? Are you going to blow up your whole friendship with her just over this?">> you say. She looks like she's feeling a little guilty now. <img src="images/casey/caseysad.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<casey "I... I don't want to. I fucking love Kaylee. She's like my best fucking friend.">> she says. <<you "Well, you don't have to. You get to choose how you handle this. You can apoligize to Kaylee, and if you do, she'd probably apologize to you too.">> you say. <<you "She's probably feeling bad about the way she acted too.">> <<casey "You think so?">> she asks. <<you "Well, you know her better than I do. What do you think?">> you ask. She thinks about it. <<casey "You're probably right. We've gotten into fights before, and we always make up afterwards. She probably feels really bad right now.">> she says. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<you "See?">> Casey smiles and hugs you. <<casey "Well... I'll apologize tomorrow. Tonight, she deserves to feel bad... for a little while longer.">> she says with a smile. You chuckle. <<you "OK, that's fair.">> you say. You look into her eyes. <<you "Are you going to be OK?">> you ask. She leans in and kisses you. <<casey "Thank you. You always seem to say the thing that makes me feel better.">> she says. <img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<you "No need to thank me.">> you say. She smiles and starts unbuttoning your pants. <<casey "But... I really want to thank you.">> she says. OK! This is happening. You've been a bit uncomfortable with how sexually charged your encounters with Casey have been. You're still worried about losing your job in some sort of sordid sexual scandal... that said, you've been doing a pretty shitty job of NOT getting involved with your students so far. So... <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9a2">><<set $girlpartychoice=1>><</link>> <<elseif $caseyparty==2>>Casey's fishing for compliments. She craves that confidence boost that she would get from your affirmation of her hotness. You telling her that she's hotter than Kaylee would certainly get you into those panties. But it would also inflate her ego, which you don't want. No, Casey needs a dose of reality. <<you "Look, if you want me to tell you that you're so much hotter than Kaylee...">> she looks excited. <<you "...And that I chose you because of that...">> she looks even more excited. <<you "...Well you're not gonna get it.">> you say. <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She looks really disappointed and a bit angry. <<casey "Then why are you here?!">> she says. <<you "I wanted to see if you were OK.">> you say. <<casey "So you did choose me!">> she says. <<you "Why does it have to be a choice? Why are you so insecure that you need me to choose you? It's honestly pretty unattractive.">> you say. <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday412.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She looks even angrier. <<casey "Why are you being such a dick?">> she asks. <<you "Look, are you really serious about starting your own JustFans?">> you ask. She's put off guard by your question. <<casey "I mean... maybe.">> she says. <<you "Look, if you reall wanted to do it, I think you could, and you could be successful... but not if you don't have confidence in yourself.">> you say. <<casey "I have... confidence.">> she says, unconfidently. <<you "No you don't. If you did, we wouldn't even be here. Do you think that Kaylee gets all those fans to support her without being confident?">> you say. She looks sad and doesn't respond. <<you "No. She's super confident when it comes to sex and being sexy.">> you say. She looks even sadder. <<you "So you're just not ready to play that game, I don't think.">> you say. You start to get up to leave. <img src="images/casey/caseydetermined.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">Casey seems to take this as a challenge. Exactly as you'd planned. <<casey "I CAN PLAY THAT GAME!">> she says. She pushes you back onto the bed and starts stripping off her clothes. You really love it when a plan comes together. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9a2">><<set $girlpartychoice=2>><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg party>> <</nobr>> <<if $kayleeparty==1>><img src="images/kaylee/kayleepleading.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Kaylee's insecurities have really taken over here. There's one thing she really has confidence in, and it's her ability to be sexy. And rightfully so with the huge chunk of change she's making with her JustFans, she should be proud of herself. But now that Casey challenged her, and belittled her accomplishments, she's spiraling. She just needs a few compliments to remind her how sexy she is. <<you "Honestly, I think Casey is underestimating how much work goes into your success on JustFans.">> you say. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "I KNOW! She has no idea how hard it was to grow my following!">> she says. <<kaylee "I don't understand why she can't just be happy for me! She's my best friend!">> she says. She looks down, disappointed. <<kaylee "Why is it always so hard with her?">> she asks. You know why. It's because Kaylee and Casey are both very insecure. But you don't want to tell her that now... no. That's not what she needs to hear. <<you "Sometimes friendships are hard. You two have fought before, I take it?">> you ask. <<kaylee "Yeah, all the time.">> she says. <<you "But you're still friends?">> you ask. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeknowing.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Of course we are! I fucking love her.">> she says. <<kaylee "That's why it hurts so much when she says shit like this.">> <<you "Yeah, I understand.">> you say. <<you "But you should be proud of what you've been able to accomplish on JustFans, without needing her to praise you for it.">> you say. <<kaylee "I guess.">> she says, sounding not fully convinced. <<you "No, you should! You're super hot, and there are thousands of guys paying money just to look at you on a screen. How many other girls can say that?">> you say. She smiles. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Yeah!">> <<you "Look, Casey's just jealous. She probably won't admit it, but we both know that's what's going on here, right?">> <<kaylee "Yeah, totally!">> <<you "And she'll get over that. She's probably just lashing out. Birthdays can be weird... emotionally.">> <<kaylee "Yeah, probably.">> <<you "But you just need to remember that you're the one who's been successful, and she's the one who wants what you already have.">> you say. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesmile.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Kaylee smiles and nods. <<you "So are you gonna be OK?">> you ask. She smiles. <<kaylee "Yeah. I am now.">> she says. She hugs you and you hug her back. After she lets go, you start to leave and she stops you. <<you "What is it?">> you ask. <<kaylee "What do you mean?">> she asks. You're a bit confused. <<you "Well... you said you were OK.">> you say. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesmile1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Yeah, but I still need to fuck you.">> she says, nonchalantly. <<you "Wait... What?!">> <<kaylee "Yeah, I mean... you want me to, right?">> Hmmm... RIGHT! <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9b2">><<set $girlpartychoice=3>><</link>> <<elseif $kayleeparty==2>><img src="images/kaylee/kayleepleading.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Kaylee is waiting for you to tell her what she wants to hear, but you remain silent. After a few moments, she pushes you away. <<kaylee "Are you gonna say something?">> she asks. <<you "What's there to say?">> you reply. She looks confused and a little annoyed. <<kaylee "I thought you came in here to make me feel better?!">> she says. <<you "How?">> you ask. <<kaylee "I don't know! Tell me I'm hotter than Casey!">> she says. <<you "But you're not. Not totally.">> you say. She looks really mad now. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshocked.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!">> <<you "Look, some people surely think you're hotter than her, but others probably don't. Either way, what does that matter?">> you ask. She's still mad. <<kaylee "Fuck you! It matters to me!">> she says. <<you "Listen, Kaylee... your success on JustFans should be enough to boost your confidence, don't you think? Why do you need me to tell you you're hotter than her?">> you ask. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleenervous.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Well, why won't you just say it? Is it so hard?">> she asks. You're at a stalemate here. She wants to hear it, but you don't want to say it. <<kaylee "Tell me that Casey would never be able to be as successful as I am on JustFans.">> <<you "I can't.">> <<kaylee "Why not?">> <<you "Because I'm not sure it's true.">> <<kaylee "Fuck you! You know it's true!">> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesun.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"> <<you "I don't.">> you say. Your words linger. She has no response. <<you "OK, how about you prove it?">> There's a moment when she's unsure of what you're asking of her, but that moment passes quickly. Then she starts taking off her clothes. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9b2">><<set $girlpartychoice=4>><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <</nobr>> <<if $alyssaparty==1>><img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left">You're not a creep, OK? You're not going to take advantage of Alyssa. Maybe in the past you would have, but you're trying to be a better person... sort of. You, instead, grab a blanket from the closet in your bedroom and bring it back out to her. By the time you get there, she's already asleep. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasleep.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left">You drape it over he as she snores on the couch. You gently turn her on her side and carefully line up a trash can on the floor by her mouth. You hope if she vomits... that she has good aim. You also hope she doesn't roll over in her sleep and end up Hendrixing herself. Dead student on your couch would not be a good look for you. You think to yourself about the ramifications of your decision here. You're still not convinced that Alyssa isn't trying to get you fired. And here, now, you have given her all the ammunition she would need to do so, by dragging her drunken, semi-conscious body into your apartment. While, technically you haven't done anything wrong... except attending a party with your students, and standing by while they all get really drunk, and making out with Casey a little, then there was the whole dancefloor thing with the other girls... OK... technically you have done several things wrong. But you're still convinced, for some damn reason, that Alyssa will actually appreciate what you've done for her. After all, you decided to focus on her instead of Casey or Kaylee after the fight, and you gave her a warm place to sleep instead of slumped in the corner of a dirty bus stop. So... there's that, right? You'll have to just wait until tomorrow to find out if your actions will have consequences, and just what those consequences might be. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-10">><<set $girlpartychoice=5>><</link>> <<elseif $alyssaparty==2>><img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left">As much as you know that it would probably be the wrong decision to just fuck Alyssa while she's drunk out of her mind... you don't care at this point. You're pretty sure this is a regular occurence for her, and you're pretty convinced that she's not actually trying to get you fired. If she was, she probably would have made her play already. No, she wants you to squirm. You don't squirm. You look at her lying on your couch. She smiles and giggles and slurs a bunch of nonsense words at you. Her face is a fucking mess from all the crying, drinking, (possibly puking), and what not. But her face doesn't really interest you... except maybe for her mouth. It's the rest of her that interests you, and she's really showing it off. You want to see if she's wearing panties or not. You sit down on the couch next to her. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9c2">><<set $girlpartychoice=6>><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <</nobr>> <<if $party1==1>><img src="images/carrie/carriekiss.jpg" alt="carrie kissing you" class="left">You both enter your apartment and you close the door behind you. You drop your keys on the table next to the door and are about to ask Carrie if she'd like a glass of water or something, when she grabs you and starts sloppily kissing you. You kiss her back out of instinct for a few seconds, then you realize what's going on. You're making out with a drunk student in your apartment. This is INAPPROPRIATE! You push Carrie off of you, so forcefully that she falls back onto the couch. She smiles wildly at you. <<carrie "So that's how you want it?">> she says as she starts unbuttoning her shorts. <img src="images/carrie/carrieparty.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<you "NO! STOP!">> you say. She stops, but keeps smiling at you from the couch. <<carrie "I already promised I wouldn't tell anyone about this... if that's what you're worried about.">> she says. That is what you're worried about. But it would probably be best if NOTHING happened at all, rather than having to hide something. That said... she's looking REALLY FUCKING HOT right now. <<you "Carrie... we're not gonna do this.">> you say. She pouts at you. <<carrie "Why not?">> she asks. <<you "Oh come on! You know why!">> you say. <<you "It's...">> she cuts you off. <<carrie "Inappropriate?">> she says. <<you "Yes.">> <img src="images/carrie/carrieparty1.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<carrie "I know. But it's so fucking hot, right?">> Goddamn these horny girls and this fucking island! <<you "Look... I think you're really hot.">> you say. She blushes and smiles. <<you "But... you know I can't. I want to, but I can't.">> you say. She looks at you for a moment, then seems to concede. She buttons up her shorts. <<carrie "OK. I get it.">> she says, a little disappointed. <<you "Good. Thank you.">> you say. <<carrie "So... can I get a blanket or something? For the couch?">> she asks. <<you "Oh, you can just sleep in my bed.">> you reply. She gives you a funny look. <<carrie "I thought you just said we couldn't do that?">> <<you "I will sleep on the couch. Before you try to protest, I insist.">> you say. <<carrie "I wasn't going to protest.">> she replies. Oh. Fine then. <img src="images/carrie/carrieparty2.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<you "OK then. It's back there on the left.">> you point down the hall. <<you "So, good night. And let me know if you need anything.">> you say. She smiles and nods and heads into your bedroom. You lie down on the couch and are almost ready to sleep when she calls to you from down the hall. <<carrie "Professor? Can you help me with something?">> she asks. In your torporous state, you fail to realize the game she's playing. You just get up and walk into the bedroom, expecting nothing crazy to happen. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9d2">><<set $girlpartychoice=7>><</link>> <<elseif $party1==2>>You both enter your apartment, Lizzie following dutifully behind you, and you close the door and lock it. You put the keys in your pocket. Lizzie stands there, nervously. You look right at her. Your gaze seems to make her even more uncomfortable. She speaks up to break the tension. <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "So... nice place.">> <<you "It's alright.">> <<lizzie "Thanks for letting me crash here.">> <<you "No problem. I'm sure this all ended up just the way you wanted it to.">> you say. She looks puzzled. <<lizzie "What do you mean?">> she asks. <<you "Come on. The way you and Carrie were acting at the party... it's pretty obvious.">> you say. She blushes, unable to make eye contact. <<you "You two were trying to bag the Sex Teacher.">> you say. She giggles, likely out of sheer panic. She's like the dog that finally caught the car. Now what is this little bitch gonna do about it? <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieinnocent.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "It was... it was more Carrie than me.">> she says. You take a step towards her. <<you "Isn't that always the way? Always Carrie... never Lizzie.">> you say. Your words cut right through all the bullshit and straight to the bone. She looks a little upset. <<lizzie "Yeah. It is.">> <<you "She's always the one, right? The one all the guys are after, the one everyone's always talking about.">> you say. You take a step closer to her. She starts breathing more rapidly. <<lizzie "Yes.">> she says. <<you "Tell me something...">> you say. She looks right at you. <<lizzie "What?">> <<you "When I was holding my hand around Carrie's neck and fingering her at the party... what were you thinking?">> you ask. <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieshocked.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">Your bold question has made her even more uncomfortable. She looks past you to the door behind you. <<you "Hey, if you wanna leave, be my guest.">> you say. <<lizzie "NO!">> she blurts out. She doesn't want to sleep at the bus stop, but you're also convinced she really wants to be here right now, she's just new to all this kind of play. <<you "Then tell me. How did it make you feel, watching me roughly fingering your friend right in front of you?">> She struggles to answer. <img src="images/lizzie/lizziehorny.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "It... I wanted...">> she stammers. You let her squirm. <<lizzie "I wanted it to be me.">> she says. Then she looks away, ashamed of her own desires. <<you "Prove it.">> you say, as you start to unbuckle your pants. Her eyes widen. It's her moment of truth. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9d2">><<set $girlpartychoice=8>><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<if $caseyparty==1>><<nobr>> <<bg party>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty22.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty23.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty24.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty25.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty26.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty27.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Before you know it, Casey's got your cock out of your pants and she's slurping it down at the edge of the bed. She's got skill when it comes to this, as you had assumed. She takes it all the way down her throat with relative ease, and keeps looking at you while she does it. A single tear rolls down her face, but other than that, she has no trouble deepthroating you. Maybe she was right about all the JustFans stuff. Seems like she just might have a future in the porn industry. After a few minutes, she gets up and shows off her body to you. She shakes her little ass, stripping off her shorts, smiling at you, showing off those sexy, naughty braces of hers. You've really caught a live one here, you think to yourself. None of this is surprising. The first time you met Casey, she flashed you her tits. The second time you met her, you two had a heavy makeout session on the bus. She slides her panties off and tosses them aside. You get a look at her tight little pussy, and it's beautiful. She notices you looking and giggles a little. <<casey "You like it?">> she asks. You just nod. She giggles again and turns around, shaking that little ass at you again. She bends over and you reach out and spread her ass apart, revealing her wet slit and cute asshole. <<casey "I love it when you touch me!">> she says. You love it too. <<casey "I need you inside me, NOW!">> she says. Who are you to argue with a girl on her birthday? She gets onto the bed with you, puts her face down into the mattress and sticks her ass up in the air, presenting her musky, warm pussy for you. You take no time to get inside it, thrusting in and out as she moans in ecstasy. Her cute ass jiggles with every push and you give it a few soft smacks, just for fun. <<casey "Mmm... yeah! Right there! Just like that!">> she moans. It's getting pretty steamy, and you pull out for a minute, just to cool off a little, She flips over on her back. She spreads her legs wide and smiles up at you, waiting for you to enter her once again. You slide your cock into her wet pussy and rub her clit as she moans and smiles. You can feel her tightening on your cock with every moan. She's really enjoying this. <<you "Happy Birthday.">> you say. She smiles and bites her lip, lustily. <<you "Time for your birthday present.">> you say. You pull out and start jerking your cock in front of her. She knows exactly what to do. She gets on her knees at the foot of the bed, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. You take aim and let loose your load across her face. It hits her lips, dribbles across her braces, and pools on her tongue as she smiles up at you, looking you right in the eyes the whole time. It's the best "thank you" she could have given you, and you're glad you could make her feel better. She swallows your cum in one swift gulp, then gets up and gives you a big hug. <<casey "I bet Kaylee wouldn't have thanked you like that.">> she says. She definitely would have... but you don't need to say it. <<elseif $caseyparty==2>><<nobr>> <<bg party>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty11.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty12.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty13.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty14.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty15.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/casey/caseyparty16.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Casey starts stripping down, eager to prove herself, but you're out of your clothes faster. You stand up on the bed and grab her head. She starts sucking your cock and you push it down her throat without a care for her. She struggles against it, but manages to choke it down. <<you "Good girl. That's it.">> you say. She tries to respond... <<casey "Mmmph... thGLUPHank... you... sir... BLEECCH!">> Hard to understand her with a cock in her mouth. She's trying, though. But if she's really gonna get into the porn game like Kaylee, she needs to be able to take more punishment than that. You grab her head with both hands and roughly pound her throat as she kneels before you. She sputters and gags, but doesn't resist. You use her skull like a sex toy, ramming your cock in and out of her wet mouth. You actually expected her to struggle more... and you are kind of disappointed that she isn't. After all... it's hotter when they struggle, right? She keeps her hands at her sides and take every thrust of your cock right down her throat. Oh well. There's certainly more punishment waiting for her. Now that your cock is nice and wet, it's time to punish that little pussy. After all... she wanted this, right? You lie down on the bed and point to your hard cock. She gets the picture and climbs aboard. She starts slowly grinding on you, but you want more, so you grab her hips and start pounding away at her snatch. She moans and screams, nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain. With every thrust, your balls slap against her plump ass. <<casey "OH FUCK OH FUCK!">> she screams, over and over again. She's actually starting to impress you a little. Maybe you should take it easier on her? You give her a break, but just long enough for her to switch positions. She turns around and rides you in reverse. She's bobbing up and down on you again, going at her own pace. We can't have that. You need to make it hard on her. You grab her roughly and lift her up so she's perched above you. You viciously pound away at her pussy once again. She screams and winces. It's probably harder than she's been fucked before. Her fresh pussy will be sore and all used up in the morning... as it should be. You wonder if she's reconsidering her decisions. You hope she is. Regret is fucking hot. Still, she has yet to "prove" herself. She needs to learn what taking dick is really like. You push her off and slide off the bed. She looks at you, dazed, waiting for whatever happens next. You push her legs apart, wrap your hands around her throat, and hammer her pussy even harder than before. She's nearly crying now from the destruction. You give her a really hard thrust that makes her little toes curl up, and just when she thinks it's over, you pull her closer and pound her cunt even harder. She's shaking, confused, used... just as it should be. Time to finish this little tryst the way it should be finished. <<you "ON YOUR KNEES!">> you command. She gets up on her knees just in time for you to cover her cute face with your cum. She even leans in a bit to make sure she catches it all. She's learning! She gives you a dazed little smile as she looks up at you, your cum dripping from her face. <<casey "See? I told you I could do it.">> she says, breathing heavily. <<you "Needs improvement.">> you say. <<you "But we'll work on it.">> <<else>><</if>> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-10">><</link>>

<<if $kayleeparty==1>><<nobr>> <<bg party>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty11.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty12.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty13.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty14.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty15.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Kaylee starts taking off her shirt, and you follow her lead, stripping out of your clothes as well. She smiles and gets down on her knees. She takes your hard cock in her mouth and starts sucking it like the pro she is. This girl really is a superstar when it comes to sucking cock. She cradles your balls with one hand, stroking your shaft with the other. All the while, she's working the head of your cock with her soft lips and agile tongue. <<kaylee "You like it?">> she asks. You nod. <<kaylee "Just wait.">> she says with a smile. This girl really takes pride in her work, you think. She starts sucking faster and more vigorously, using both hands to stroke you and getting your cock all the way down her throat with ease. She uses her spit to keep it nice and lubricated while her hands rub and stroke you in between gulps and gags. She's practiced this, you can tell. And practice makes perfect, as they say. That said, if ever she needed more practice, you'd likely help her. You're a nice guy, after all. When she's really got your motor running, she stands up and strips off her skirt. Now totally naked, she leans over the bed and raises one leg, presenting her pussy. <<kaylee "Show me how horny I make you.">> she says. Challenge accepted! You line up your cock with her dripping pussy and slide into her in one, clean stroke. <<kaylee "OH! Oh My God!">> she moans as you start to thrust into her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she whimpers from the sensations running through her nerves. You reach out and play with her nipple, only increasing her pleasure. The two of you fuck each other with hot, wet intensity, and after several minutes, you need to take a little break. She looks up at you from the bed with a devilish smile. <<you "What are you thinking?">> you ask. She rolls onto her back and lifts up her legs. <<kaylee "I want you in my ass!">> she says. You smile. Her little asshole puckers with anticipation as you line up and plunge your hard dick deep inside it. She spreads he cheeks with her hands so you can get all the way into her asshole. She winces and moans, but keeps smiling up at you until the pleasure becomes too much for her, and she closes her eyes and throws her head back. The sensation is too much for you to take. You thrust harder and faster, approaching your climax. <<you "Kaylee... I'm gonna cum!">> you tell her. She smiles. <<kaylee "Cum in my asshole, Professor! Fill me up!">> she says with a giggle. That's all you need to hear. You let loose your load deep in her tight butt and, eventually, pull out and let it dribble down onto the bedsheets. She keeps her ass spread wide so as to let it all come out. <<you "So that's how you wanted to thank me, huh?">> you ask. <<kaylee "What did you think, Teach?">> <<you "A plus, Kaylee. A plus.">> <<elseif $kayleeparty==2>><<nobr>> <<bg party>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty21.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty22.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty23.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty24.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty25.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>If she's getting naked, then you'd better do the same. You strip out of your clothes and lie on the bed. Kaylee immediately goes to work deepthroating your cock. And, if this bitch is really serious about proving that she's Top Slut, you don't want to make it easy for her. You grab her head and force it down on your cock, thrusting upwards into her mouth and throat. She gags and struggles, but you don't let her go. You want to see how long she can keep this up. You can't see her face, but you imagine her eyes are rolling back into her head and tearing up as she chokes on your dick. After several minutes of this, Kaylee is a slobbering mess. Her eyes are red and watery, her makeup is running, and her face is smeared with spit and precum. She's looking more and more like Top Slut by the minute. She climbs on top of you, to really prove herself, but you don't let her go easy. No, you grab her by the hips and jackhammer her sloppy pussy as hard and as fast as you can. She moans and screams and struggles to make coherent words. A stream of vulgar filth flows from her mouth. <<kaylee "Fuck my slutty pussy! Make me your filthy cum whore!">> she screams. You intend to. You tire of having her in this position. <<you "Turn around!">> you command. She smiles vacantly and does as she's told. You grab her hips again and slam her body down onto your cock. She bounces up and down on it, moaning, slobbering, drooling and rubbing her clit while you pound her relentlessly. <<kaylee "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!">> she screams. She's asking for it... You don't want to disappoint her. You've been taking it easy on her so far, now it's time to really fuck. You push her off of you and she collapses onto the bed. No time for resting, though. You grab her roughly and pull her ass towards you. You slam your cock into her pussy from behind, pummeling her body with your strokes. She looks back over her shoulder and begs for more. <<kaylee "HARDER! Fuck me HARDER! Beat that pussy up!">> she yells. You pound away at her from behind, destroying her pussy in a frenzy of lust and unbridled depravity. Just when you're about to bust, she spins around and lines up her face with your cock. This girl knows what time it is. A few quick strokes of your hand and you're cumming huge, thick loads all over her slutty face. She takes them all, breathlessly panting as you cover her in your seed. When you've finally finished, she sucks the last drops out of your cock and smiles up at you. <<you "Looks like you're Top Slut after all, Kaylee.">> you say. <<kaylee "Fuck yeah I am!">> she replies. <<else>><</if>> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-10">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty21a.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty22.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty23.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty24.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty25.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Alyssa is sitting on the couch, rubbing her hands on her body and trying to seduce you. But she's so drunk, she can barely speak. <<alyssa "I... I knew it... was... I... you were...">> she stammers. She's not making any sense. As she slurs whole sentences, She spreads her legs a little and you can see she's not wearing panties. That seems like an invitation if ever you've seen one. Not that you really need an invitation. The die has been cast, and you've made the decision to fuck this little slut, regardless of how she feels about it. That said, she does seem to be into it... in her own drunken way. You reach out and help her spread her legs. She smiles and moves her hand down to rub her pussy. <<alyssa "Taht... you like ma puthhy? Huh da da... you?">> she mumbles. I wonder if she even understands what's happening right now, you think to yourself. She seems like she's enjoying it, though. You reach out and put your fingers in her wet pussy. She moans. She takes your hand and holds it there, grinding her cunt against your fingers. <<alyssa "Oh ma GAA! YE me yah!">> she blubbers. What the fuck is she even saying? <<you "Whatever you say, Alyssa.">> you say. She smiles and keeps mumbling gibberish. You lean over her and look her right in the eyes as you finger her deeper and more roughly. She screws up her face and pants like a dog. You keep looking right at her, maintaining your power over her drunken body. She's squirming beneath you as you keep plunging your fingers into her wet slit. Her body writhes with pleasure. She looks up aty you with pleading eyes. She really looks a mess, though. She smiles a little, giggles a little, and looks like she's about to pass out... a little. She's ready now. You pick her up and carry her to your bedroom. She puts up no resistance, in fact, it seems like she know's what to do. She strips off her clothes and falls face first into the bed. You strip down too and slide in behind her. You stuff your hard cock into her pussy and pound away at her as she mumbles and drools into your pillow. The room is quiet but for her slurred words and the squishing sound of her wet snatch around your dick. <<alyssa "I'm a goog girl... I... you love... girl, right?">> she mumbles. <<you "Whatever you say, Alyssa.">> you reply as you fuck her even harder. It's not long before you're ready to cum. You know better than to let loose inside of her, so you pull out, and just as you're about to pop, she rolls over and, for the first time, speaks clearly. <<alyssa "All over my face.">> she says. Well... OK then. You straddle her chest and jerk off right over her face. It only takes a few strokes, and you spurt out a few ropes of cum. One lands on her eye, the other on her mouth. She giggles, drunkedly. You're recovering when she looks up at you, smiling and playing with your cum a bit. <<alyssa "I love you, daddy.">> she says, then blows you a little kiss and immediately passes the fuck out. You survey the scene. Alyssa, your nemesis, the girl you're still not sure is not trying to get you fired, is naked, passed out, in your bed, covered with your cum. This could be... problematic. But fuck it. You'll worry about that shit in the morning. You flop down beside her, and within minutes, you too are asleep. <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-10">><</link>>

<<if $party1==1>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/carrie/carrieparty1.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/carrie/carrieparty2.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/carrie/carrieparty3.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/carrie/carrieparty4.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/carrie/carrieparty5.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You blink twice and try to figure out what exactly you're seeing. Carrie is naked, on your bed, legs spread wide, furiously masturbating. You have no words except... <<you "OH GOD.">> <<carrie "Fuck me, Professor! PLEASE FUCK ME!">> she begs. All your thoughts leave your brain. You're no longer thinking about possibly getting fired. The one thing you can think is, "Well, she asked politely." Without wasting another minute, you strip off your clothes and join Carrie in your bed. You lie down beside her and she immediately gets to work. She takes your rock hard member in her mouth and starts to suck. The sensation is overwhelming, and you lie back and moan, <<you "Oh Carrie... Oh God.">> <<carrie "Mmm. Yes!">> she says with a little smile. She goes right back to blowing you. You're still struggling to catch up to tonight's events; things are happening so fast. You knew this was Carrie's plan all along, to get you in bed, you just didn't think you'd fall for her trap so easily. After she sucks you off for a bit, getting you all riled up, you simply cannot deny her any longer. You need to be inside her. You slide yourself down in the bed and she slides up a bit so that your naughty parts are aligned. You plunge your dick into her wet, fresh pussy and attack it with long, firm strokes while she moans and whimpers in your ear. After a few minutes, you pull out. You're about to cum, and you don't want this to end just yet. Apparently, neither does Carrie. She gets up on her knees and straddles you. With one swift move, she puts your cock inside her and starts you ride you. Her hips grind and her tits bounce as she fucks you. Her body is just so fit, naturally fit. Youth is still strong with her, and gravity has done absolutely nothing to affect her incredible figure. You grab handfuls of her firm, young ass as she bounces up and down on you. <<carrie "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Sex Teacher! TEACH ME!">> she moans. It's about all you can take. <<you "I'm gonna cum!">> you announce to her. She heeds your warning and climbs off you, quickly getting down on her knees. She's done this before, you think. You jack off a few strokes over her cute face before unleashing a torrent of cum across it. She smiles and purrs contently, and licks her lips as your seed dribbles down across them. After you've recovered, and she's cleaned herself up a bit, you're both lying in your bed together. <<you "You tricked me.">> you say. She giggles. <<carrie "Are you mad?">> she asks. How could you be mad at her right now? <<you "Yes.">> you say, not very convincingly. She giggles again. <<carrie "Well... take a few minutes to get yourself ready...">> she says. <<carrie "Then I'll properly apologize to you.">> She kisses you on the cheek and starts rubbing your cock. It springs back to life. Here we go again, you think. <<elseif $party1==2>><<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty2.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty3.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty4.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty5.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty6.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>She's still a bit unsure of herself as you start to help her take off her clothes. She seems to get it and continues as you strip down as well. Before you know it, she's on her knees with your cock in her mouth. <<you "Good girl.">> you say. <<you "Now look up at me.">> you tell her. She obeys and looks up at you with timid eyes, as if to ask, "Am I doing it right?" She's doing just fine, for someone who you can tell really doesn't know what she's doing. She's clearly in over her head here. In fact, she probably doesn't know whether or not she wants to be doing any of this... but she's doing it anyway. You help her stand up and point to your table. <<you "Lie down on your back.">> you say. She looks a little worried, but does as you say. She knows what's about to happen. You line up your hard cock with her tight pussy and slide in. She winces a little, but manages to put on a fake happy face. You speed up your strokes, and she holds onto the table for support as you thrust into her over and over again. Then she looks up, worried. <<lizzie "I'm... I'm not on birth control.">> she says. <<you "Don't worry.">> you say. You don't want the added problems of potentially impregnating a Harrington student, so you make the decision to do the right thing here. You fuck her ass instead. Now here's something she REALLY doesn't want to be doing. She looks at you as if to ask, "Do I really have to do this?" and you just smile at her as it to say, "Of course you do." She whimpers as you slide into her asshole. It's exponentially tighter than her pussy and it takes you several slow strokes to loosen her up. You continue to fuck her ass as she continues to grimace from the pain and humiliation of it. She's started to prove herself to you, but there's still more she can do. <<you "Get on top.">> you command. You keep your words simple, you're sure her little brain is pretty overwhelemed. She does as she's told and balances atop you. You thrust up into her asshole and she squirms and grimaces from the violation. After several minutes, you feel your climax coming. You thrust hard and make her yelp loud from the shock of it. Her little scream sets you off and you explode in her ass, unleashing your semen into her little brown hole. When you've shot it all, you slowly remove your cock from her ass and let your seed drip out. You push her off you and stand up. She looks at you, waiting for some kind of affirmation, but you say nothing. You simply leave her, naked on your couch, with your cum dripping out of her asshole, and go to your bedroom for some much needed sleep. She's proved enough for now... but you're sure this is only the beginning for you and little Lizzie. <<else>><</if>> <<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-10">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight2.jpg" alt="sleep" class="left"> <</nobr>>The time has come to go to your bed. You fall asleep quickly, after all, it's been a long day... and a long week. As eventful as the week has been, you're looking forward to the weekend. You'll have some time off from teaching, so maybe you'll get a chance to see some of the women you've met so far... and you've met quite a few. You sleep soundly, not realizing... <<link "CONTINUE" "Angelo Cutaway">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/saturday7/sunlight.png" alt="sunlight on your face" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/wakeup.jpeg" alt="waking up" class="left"> <</nobr>>As morning dawns, a ray of sunlight pours through the blinds of your bedroom window, hitting you straight in the face. You exist, for several minutes, in a state of half sleep, half wake, until the sunlight wins the battle and you eventually open your eyes. You squint at the bright light. Your head hurts a little, and your stomach is a bit rebellious this morning. You didn't drink all that much last night, but as you get older, you're finding that your hangovers are more pronounced and debilatating. Still, it's nothing a hot shower, a cup of coffee, and some greasy breakfast won't fix. As you prepare yourself, mentally, to start your day, you rememeber back to last night. The party went... not well, exactly... but as expected. They all got drunk, they all got horny, there was a big fight... and there will certainly be some fallout. <<nobr>> <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>> <<link "You think harder, trying to remember exactly how the night ended." "saturday 7-1a">> <</link>> <<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>> <<link "You think harder, trying to remember exactly how the night ended." "saturday 7-1b">> <</link>> <<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>> <<link "You think harder, trying to remember exactly how the night ended." "saturday 7-1c1">> <</link>> <<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>> <<link "You think harder, trying to remember exactly how the night ended." "saturday 7-1c2">> <</link>> <<elseif $girlpartychoice==7>> <<link "You think harder, trying to remember exactly how the night ended." "saturday 7-1d1">> <</link>> <<elseif $girlpartychoice==8>> <<link "You think harder, trying to remember exactly how the night ended." "saturday 7-1d2">> <</link>> <<else>> <</if>> <</nobr>>

1=casey good 2=casey bad 3=kaylee good 4=kaylee bad 5=alyssa good 6=alyssa bad 7=carrie 8=lizzie

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/casey/caseycum.jpg" alt="casey with cum" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee being poured" class="left"> <</nobr>>It all comes back to you after a moment's thought. Casey was upset, and since it was her party, you decided to check in on her and see how she was doing. Somehow, it ended with you fucking her and cumming on her face. You can't say that it was your intention from the start, in fact, you distinctly remember reminding yourself NOT to fuck your students when you started this job way back then... a week ago... Really? It's only been a week? Seems like it's been months! Doesn't matter now. What matters is... you fucked Casey HARRINGTON. You know her family is basically in charge of this little island, and you're not sure what kind of consequences or outcomes your little trist will cause, good or bad. You get up and make some coffee and breakfast and get ready for your day. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesad.jpg" alt="kaylee sad" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee being poured" class="left"> <</nobr>>It all comes back to you after a moment's thought. Kaylee. She was upset after the fight and you checked to see how she was doing. Then... you fucked her. <<if $lesson4==2>>And it wasn't the first time either. Don't forget your little office adventure with her... and her asshole. You've been trying NOT to fuck your students... sort of. You know that it could get you in a lot of trouble, but... they're... hot. And seemingly hot for you as well. And Kaylee is a real sex maniac.<<else>> You've been trying NOT to fuck your students... sort of. You know that it could get you in a lot of trouble, but... they're... hot. And seemingly hot for you as well. And Kaylee is a real sex maniac. This was bound to happen at some point, right?<</if>> You're not sure what the consequences of your recent endeavors with Kaylee will be, and you're not in a position to think about that now. You need some coffee. Besides, what's done is done. You can't really put the toothpaste (cum) back in the tube (your dick) at this point. You get up and make yourself some coffee and breakfast and get ready for your day. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasleep.jpg" alt="alyssa sleeping" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssanauseated.jpg" alt="alyssa nauseated" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl1.jpg" alt="alyssa scowling" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssapause.jpg" alt="alyssa pause" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssavomit.jpg" alt="alyssa about to vomit" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/breakfast.jpg" alt="breakfast" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa looking back at you" class="left"> <</nobr>>It all comes back to you after a moment's thought. Alyssa. She's sleeping on your couch right now. She was nearly blacked out at the bus stop last night, and you decided to take her in, and give her a warm place to spend the night. It was the decent thing to do. Even though you two have been at odds with each other, and you're still not convinced she's not trying to get you fired, you knew you weren't going to let her sleep on the cold floor of that dirty bus stop. You're better than that. She's probably going to be VERY hungover. In fact, you should probably go check to make sure she didn't pull a Mama Cass and choke on her own vomit during the night. THAT would really be bad. There's no way you could explain away the consequences of a dead student on your couch. You head to the living room and find Alyssa sitting on the couch with her eyes closed and her head down. She's trying hard not to vomit. She looks like she's having a really bad morning. You sneak up behind her and when you get close, you speak loudly. <<you "Good morning, sunshine!">> you say. She looks up at you with her typical scowl, but now with an undercurrent of nausea. You smile. She scowls even harder. <<alyssa "Why am I on your couch?">> she asks. <<you "You would have rather I left you passed out at the bus stop all night?">> you reply. She thinks for a moment. <<alyssa "I don't need your help, you know.">> she says, defiantly. You chuckle again. <<you "OK, sure. Whatever you say, Alyssa.">> She's about to retort but her nausea starts to overpower her. She needs to pause to prevent herself from throwing up. You head to the kitchen and start the coffee. When you return, she's in roughly the same state. She groans in discomfort. <<you "You know, you'd feel better if you just get it over with and throw up.">> you say. She shakes her head. <<you "Bathroom's down the hall, you know?">> you say. <<alyssa "I'm fine.">> she retorts. Then her eyes widen, suddenly. She's past the point of no return, and she knows it. <<you "Down the hall...">> you say, as she springs up and runs for the bathroom. You listen to her loudly puking. The sound makes you chuckle again. You head to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Just as you're finishing up the eggs, she emerges and sits at the table. you silently put a cup of coffee and a plate full of greasy breakfast in front of her, along with a big glass of water and two aspirin. She eats and drinks in silence. You join her. The two of you spend the entire meal not speaking or making eye contact. When she finishes, she gets her things together and heads for the door. Just before she leaves she looks back at you. <<alyssa "Thank you.">> she says. You smile. <<you "You're welcome.">> With that, she leaves, closing the door behind her. What a fucking night. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left"> <img src="images/alyssa/alyssacum.jpg" alt="alyssa cum drunk" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/makeup.jpg" alt="makeup on a pillow" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee being poured" class="left"> <</nobr>>It all comes back to you after a moment's thought. Alyssa. She was really hammered, and you found her at the bus stop last night. You decided to take her to your place. Then... what happened then? Think. THINK. THINK!! Oh yeah... Now you remember... You fucked her while she was barely cognizant and came all over her face. She called you "Daddy." Hmmm... Did that really happen? If so, it could be a problem for you. You turn your head and open your eyes, expecting, dreading the sight of Alyssa, passed out in your bed next to you. That would be bad. What you see is actually worse. There's an empty spot in the bed next to you and a smear of makeup and dried cum on the pillow. She was here, but now she's gone. FUCK. You thought you'd have the opportunity to talk to her this morning, and maybe try to lessen the consequences of your recklessness. But she's just gone, out there, in the wild. And you both know what you did last night. And it's not something she's likely to forgive, or forget. You might be really fucked here. But there's nothing you can really do about it now, so you get up, make coffee, and get ready to start your day. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/carrie/carriemorning.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"> <img src="images/carrie/carriesuck.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"> <img src="images/carrie/carriebed.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"> <img src="images/carrie/carriehorny.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"> <img src="images/carrie/carriesad.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"> <img src="images/carrie/carriebody.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're lost in thought as you open your eyes and yawn. Then you hear a voice from beside you. <<carrie "Good morning!">> Your eyes widen as it all comes rushing back to you. Carrie. You met her, you brought her to your apartment, you fucked her... And she's still here. Panic sets in, but you manage to control it and respond. <<you "Hello">> you say, awkwardly. You turn to look at her and she smiles at you. She leans in and starts kissing you and rubbing her hands all over your body. You can't help but kiss her back, even though your brain is screaming at you to STOP! She gets ready to start sucking your cock. This is a bad situation. Fucking a student, even if it's not technically one of your students, is bad. This could get you in a lot of trouble. You've tried (not completely successfully, admittedly) to keep your hands off of, and your dick out of, Harrington students. Now there's one in your bed, making out with you, and ramping up for round two. You snap back to your senses and stop her. <<you "Carrie, stop. We can't!">> you say. She giggles and rolls onto her side giving you a view of her perky tits. <<carrie "That's not what you were saying last night, Sex Teacher!">> she says. She starts rubbing your cock. It's rock hard already, and this is making it harder. <<you "Last night shouldn't have happened, Carrie. It was-">> She cuts you off. She looks at you with horny desire in her eyes. <<carrie "Naughty? Dirty? Fucking HOT?!">> she questions. It was all of those things, you think. But you need to stop this. <<you "It was great. Really.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "But you and I both know it can't keep happening.">> Her smile drops. She looks a little sad. <<carrie "I know. I just... I thought maybe we could just let it go a little longer.">> <<you "Look, Carrie. You're a great girl, and I realize that the pool of available guys on the island is not very large. But I'm a teacher, and you're a student. If this keeps up, you know I'm gonna get fired, right?">> you ask. She seems to understand. She stops rubbing your cock and gets out of bed. <<carrie "Yeah, I get it. Look, you don't have to worry about me telling anyone. I had fun! I don't want you to get fired.">> she says. That's a fucking relief, you think. <<you "I'm glad you understand, and that you're so mature about it.">> you say. <<carrie "Well, before I go... just take a look at what you're missing out on.">> she says, showing off her gorgeous naked body to you one last time. She winks at you. <<carrie "You just let me know if you ever change your mind.">> she says. With that, she gets dressed and departs, leaving your dick hard and your balls blue. You lie there for a few minutes while your boner deflates. Then you get up and make coffee. Time to start your day. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/lizzie/lizziebedshy.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"> <img src="images/lizzie/lizziesmile.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"> <img src="images/lizzie/lizziebednude.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"> <img src="images/lizzie/lizziebedknees.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"> <img src="images/lizzie/lizziesmile1.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"> <</nobr>>All this thinking is making your head hurt. You want coffee. What else is new? You sit up and roll out of bed, taking the covers with you. You hear a little whimper from behind you and turn to see little Lizzie, naked in your bed, covering herself awkwardly with her hands. She looks uncomfortable being naked in front of you. Oh yeah, you think... Her. It all comes back to you. The party, the drinking, the girl at the bus stop, your decision to let her sleep at your place... and the ass sex. You really let it all go last night, didn't you? You look at her and she looks at you. <<you "Uhh... Lizzie, right?">> you ask. You're half joking. You're nearly sure that was her name. <<lizzie "Yeah.">> she says, still covering herself. <<lizzie "Your couch is really... uncomfortable. So I came in here to sleep. I hope you don't mind.">> You kinda do mind, but what's done is done. There's an awkward silence. You really want her to leave, but you also want to make sure she's not going to be a problem for you. You smile at her. <<you "Some night, huh?">> you say. She smiles a little. That's a good sign. <<you "Did you have fun?">> you ask. She hesitates. <<lizzie "Yeah.">> she says, unconvincingly. <<you "Oh come on! It wasn't that bad, was it?">> you ask with a sly smile. She smiles back a little more. <<lizzie "No, I... I liked it.">> she says. She's looking to you for a reply. <<you "I liked it too.">> you say, with a smile. She giggles a little. Looks like all she needed was a little affirmation. She moves her hands away from her body, showing off her goods. And they are some mighty fine goods. In all the rush last night, you didn't really take the time to appreciate Lizzie's sexy young body. Now you do just that, from her itty bitty titties to her cute little pussy, complete with perfect landing strip. Lizzie's a real knockout. And she doesn't even know it. She's expecting some more praise. These girls live for that shit. You could give it to her, and make her keep smiling... But... Instead, you turn to walk out to the kitchen to start the coffee. She looks a little awkward and sits up from the bed. She looks at you, pining desperately for validation. <<lizzie "Did you... ">> she stutters. <<lizzie "Do you really like me?">> she asks. She waits for you to answer with hope in her eyes. You look at her, naked, on her knees in your bed, biting her lip and begging for your approval. It makes you want to just grab her and pin her down and fuck her all over again... But... Coffee. Better just tell her what she wants to hear. <<you "You were great, Lizzie.">> you say. She giggles and hops up from the bed. She hugs you. <<lizzie "Just wait until Carrie hears about this!">> she says. You push her away from you. <<you "Woah, you can't tell anyone about this, Lizzie.">> you say. She looks confused and disappointed. <<lizzie "Why not?">> she asks. You sigh. Is she really that dumb? <<you "Lizzie, what do you think happens to me once the whole campus finds out what we did?">> you ask. She thinks for a moment, then seems to get it. <<lizzie "Oh yeah. You're right.">> she says. She smiles. <<lizzie "I won't tell anyone.">> she says. You're not sure you believe her, but what's done is done. The two of you have coffee together, then she heads out, leaving you to start your day. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/saturday7/emptyfridge.jpg" alt="empty fridge" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's getting later in the morning now, and there's definitely some things you need to do. Coffee is taken care of. That's always the number one concern. But after that... you need to go shopping for food today as your fridge is nearly empty. That means returning to the little general store in town. Last time you were there, you ran into $barbie.name. It was an... interesting encounter... to say the least. Your thoughts drift beyond that memory to the present, and how $barbie.name is doing with that little problem that sprung up yesterday. The minor problem of thousands of rats overtaking a building, your building, on campus. She's probably pretty stressed out about it. You're not sure if she normally works on weekends, but you're pretty sure she's at work on this specific weekend. Maybe you should drop by her office in Bellend and see what's going on? Even if she's not there, you might be able to get some info about the rat situation. <<link "Go to the store first and then swing by Bellend Tower after." "saturday 7-2a">><</link>> <<link "Go to Bellend Tower first then go shopping at the store after." "saturday 7-2b">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiefiles.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to visit $barbie.name first to see what's being done about the rat army. It's been on your mind ever since you spoke with her briefly yesterday. It's kinda hard to not think about thousands of rats loose in the building where you have to teach and meet with students every day. You'd like to know what the plan is, and who better to talk to about it than $barbie.name. You get yourself together and head to the bus stop. Sitting there, waiting for the shuttle, you look across the street at Casey's house. It's quiet, but it's clear from the litter on the lawn that there was a massive party there last night. And no one has cleaned up yet. They're probably still sleeping it off. The bus arrives and whisks you away towards campus. Before you know it, you see the giant phallus of an admin building, and the bus slows to a stop. You get off and head inside to look for $barbie.name. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2b1">><</link>>

<<if $barbie.second == 1 or $barbie.second == 5>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed1.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet7.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiecry.jpg" alt="barbie crying" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you get to her office, the door is open, and you can see her inside. She looks REALLY stressed. That's to be expected, given the situation. You head into her office and greet her. <<you "Hi, $barbie.name.">> She looks up at you with a bit of a startled expression. Even though she's already really stressed, your presence seems to stress her out even more. Not surprising. Less than a week ago you were abusing her and working on making her your slave. That seems to have still stuck with her. Imagine that? <<barbie "What... what are you doing here?">> she asks, nervously. You give her a sinister smile. <<you "What? I can't just drop in on my favorite girl and see how she's doing?">> you ask. You can tell she doesn't like you calling her "girl," but infantilizing her is so fun. It really makes her squirm, and that's really entertaining for you. <<barbie "Look, you can't be here. I'm too busy!">> she says. You continue to just smile at her. She's trying to regain her authority, but you know that somewhere inside, she really wants you to be there. Just like you know that somewhere inside, she really wants you to dominate her. You remember back to last weekend. You manhandled her, and she seemed to secretly like it, right? Well, whether she did or not... who fucking cares? Her feelings don't factor into this. <<you "That's cute.">> you say, keeping that smile on your face. <<you "So how are the rats doing?">> you ask, casually. She looks like she might cry, but holds it back, just barely. <<barbie "Oh god. It's a nightmare.">> she says, shaking her head. She can't even look at you. You walk into her office and close the door behind you. She's just sitting there behind her desk, looking at the floor, forlorn and defeated. It warms your heart (and your dick) to see this woman in such a state. <<you "Hey come on.">> you say as you walk around her desk towards her. <<you "It's OK.">> you say. You're standing right next to her, stroking her hair. She starts to cry a little. <<you "Don't cry.">> you say. She keeps crying. <<barbie "How... can... I...">> she blubbers, uninteligibly through her tears. You keep stroking her hair, gently. She seems to soften to your touch. She's letting down her emotional defenses. It must be so stressful for her keeping them up all the time, with all that's going wrong around her. Part of you feels bad for her and thinks you should just leave her be for today. Another part of you wants to take this opportunity to fuck her into submission and remind her that there's nothing she can do about it... and that secretly, it's exactly what she wants. <<link "Take pity on her." "saturday 7-barbie1">><</link>> <<link "Take a piece of that pussy." "saturday 7-barbie2">><</link>> <<elseif $barbie.second == 6>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiech2preview.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbieignore.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you get to her office, the door is open, and you can see her inside. She looks REALLY stressed. That's to be expected, given the situation. You head into her office and greet her. <<you "Hi, $barbie.name.">> She looks up at you and gives you a polite, but brief smile. <<barbie "What can I do for you, professor $you.fakelastName?">> she asks. She doesn't really seem to be paying close attention to you. Given the situation, she's probably really busy. She's distracted, sure, but you still need to know what's going on. <<you "I was just checking to see what's going on with the rats?">> you ask. She shakes her head, looking a little annoyed with you. <<barbie "You and everyone else.">> she says with frustration in her voice. She shifts her attention back to her work, looking back down at her desk. You gathter she's being asked this a lot. She doesn't seem too happy about it either. <<barbie "Look, I'll tell you what I told everyone else. I'm doing everything I can to fix the problem.">> she says, dismissively. You understand that she's stressed, but you also don't like how she's brushing you off. After all, she's not the one that has to teach in that building on Monday. You and $barbie.name got off on the wrong foot, initially. She doesn't really like you, and you don't really like her. But the two of you seemed to have come to an understanding last weekend. You could just accept her answer, and assume that everything will be fixed by Monday, or you could remind her just how important you are, and that she needs to respect you. <<link "Leave her alone, she's stressed enough." "saturday 7-barbie3">><</link>> <<link "Remind her that she needs you more than you need her, and get the respect you deserve." "saturday 7-barbie4">><</link>> <<else>><<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiedesksmile.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbieofficestrip1.jpg" alt="barbie stripping" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you get to her office, the door is open, and you can see her inside. She looks REALLY stressed. That's to be expected, given the situation. You head into her office and greet her. <<you "Hi, $barbie.name.">> She sees you and immediately smiles. She gets up, walks over to you and plants a big kiss right on your lips. <<you "Wow, OK we're doing this now, huh?">> you ask. She giggles like a schoolgirl. You really got her smitten with you, it seems. <<you "You don't care about anyone seeing us?">> you ask. <<barbie "It's Saturday. No one's here on Saturday.">> she replies. Then she seems to rethink that. She closes the office door. <<barbie "But... better safe than sorry.">> she says. She starts taking off her clothes. She's looks like she's about to jump you. You put your hands up. <<you "Easy, tiger.">> you say. <<barbie "Don't you mean cougar?">> she asks, making a cat-claw gesture with her hands and pawing at your clothes. It's a pretty bad joke, but you're not really thinking about comedy at this point. She seems like she really wants to go at it right here, right now. Maybe she needs the stress relief. Probably. But something tells you that she may end up regretting it if she does. She's riding an emotional rollercoaster right now, and you know that decisions made under those circumstances can often lead to regret. Even though the two of you have already been frisky before, you don't want to do something that might ruin what's developing between you two. And you don't want to take advantage of her... do you? <<link "Put a stop to her advances... for the time being." "saturday 7-barbie5">><</link>> <<link "FUCK. RIGHT. NOW." "saturday 7-barbie6">><</link>> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiecry.jpg" alt="barbie crying" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiedisheveled.jpg" alt="barbie disheveled" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet9.jpg" alt="barbie confused" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet8.jpg" alt="barbie confused" class="left"> <</nobr>>It seem's like $barbie.name is already pretty broken. Here she is, an educated, accomplished, and seemingly strong woman... and she's blubbering like a little baby, sobbing into your stomach whilst you pat her head like a sad dog. You could definitely take advantage of her right now. With what you've already done to her, she'd have little fight left in her. She'd have to just take whatever you do to her without question or hesitation. And, certainly, the old you, the psychopath who cares little for anyone, would do just that. But part of moving to the island was getting a fresh start, remember? A new home, a whole new you. And the new you actually kinda feels bad for $barbie.name. Sure, she may be a narcissistic whore... but even narcissistic whores need a little sympathy from time to time. You keep stroking her hair and she cries for a few more minutes. After her tears stop, she collects herself and smiles up at you. Her face is a mess, of course, so she looks hilariously disheveled. You stifle a laugh. <<barbie "Wow. I guess I really needed that.">> she says, wiping her eyes. <<you "I guess so.">> you say. She continues to clean herself up while you take a seat and relax. She may be in the middle of a stress shitstorm, but for you, it's just another sunny Saturday. She looks across the desk at you. A strange expression comes across her face, like she's meeting you for the first time and doesn't know what to think about it. It makes sense, really. I mean, you've been nothing but mean, abusive, and dominating to her so far. Now here you are comforting her in her time of need. It must be a real shock to her system. She doesn't know exactly how to handle it. <<barbie "Why...">> she starts. You cut her off. <<you "Why am I being nice to you?">> you ask. It's as if you read her mind. It makes her look even more uncomfortable. She just nods. You take a moment to let her stew and to think about how to reply. <<you "I'm...">> She waits, looking at you. <<you "...Mercurial.">> you say. With that, you get up and head out the door. As you walk down the hallway, you wonder what she makes of your response. Maybe she accepts it. Maybe she's even more confused. <<set $barbie.third=1>> Or maybe she's just looking up what "mercurial" means. Either way, it's time to <<link "get on with your day and head to the store." "saturday 7-2d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiescared.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiescared1.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You stroke her hair a few more times while she keeps crying. <<you "I know just what you need.">> you say, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. She's shocked by your aggression, but you know that she likes it rough. She looks at you with fear and lust in her eyes. <<barbie "What are you going to do?">> she asks, timidly. You're about to find out, bitch! You lift her to her feet by her hair. She winces and squeals while you strip off her clothes. She squirms a little, but doesn't really resist you. She wants it. You finish stripping her down then throw her onto the couch. She looks up at you, half naked, fully vulnerable. You're just trying to decide which of her holes you're going to destroy first. Then, one of the holes speaks. <<barbie "Why are you doing this?">> it asks. You're offended by this fuckhole talking back to you, so that makes your decision pretty easy. You climb up on the couch with it and shove your cock in. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-barbie2a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbieofficestrip.jpg" alt="barbie stripping" class="left"> <</nobr>>Oh what the hell. There's no way you're not gonna fuck her when she's begging for it like this. It would be the right thing to do. And you really want to bust a nut on your boss. She's waiting. <<you "Well... you look like you're wearing too many clothes.">> you say. She giggles like a schoolgirl and starts stripping them off revealing her giant tits popping out of some very sexy black lingerie. You start rubbing your cock inside your pants while she finishes undressing. You unbuckle your pants and let it get some air. It needs it. She looks incredibly horny now, rubbing herself with her hands and moaning. You start jacking your cock while watching her. She gets down on her knees and says, <<barbie "Let me take care of that, sweetie.">> She'll get no argument from you. You let go of your cock and she takes it full in her mouth. SO IT BEGINS! <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-barbie6a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbieignore.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed1.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet6.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet3.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's like she's not even paying attention to you. That pisses you off. You made peace with her last weekend, even though you could have basically held her hostage (figuratively speaking) and made her do whatever you wanted. You hold all the power here, but she's acting like you don't even matter. It's time to bring her back to reality a little. You take a moment to think about what exactly you want to say. <<you "So how are the Board of Regents taking the news about the whole rat fiasco?">> you ask. She freezes up. A look of panic crosses her face. She tries to cover it up, but fails miserably. She hasn't told them what happened. And if she hasn't told them yet, it means she's hoping to get this all taken care of without them ever finding out about it. Makes sense. She's an inch from getting fired already. And with her past indiscretions, getting fired from this job would mean the end of her career. Harrington is her last chance and you both know it. She tries to speak. <<barbie "The Regents, well... they have full confidence that I'll be able to clean up this mess...">> she says, trailing off. You laugh at her. <<you "You haven't told them, have you?">> you ask. She replies quickly and defensively. <<barbie "Yes I have!">> <<you "No you haven't">> <<barbie "YES I HAVE!!">> she yells. She's getting way too angry over this. It's clear she's lying and overcompensating to cover it up. She ramps up her yelling. <<barbie "Just who do you think you are?! Coming in here and... and... THREATENING ME?!">> She yells. It's funny, really, just how much she thinks she's "winning" here. She keeps yelling vague, angry nonsense at you. You wait until she's finished with her little tantrum. You sit there, not looking at her, just casually looking around the room. After a moment, you reply. <<you "Then maybe I should just talk to them directly about it. I mean, you're really busy, after all.">> you say. She knows she's caught and she's not quite sure how to proceed, so she puts on a fake smile. <<barbie "That will not be necessary.">> she says. <<you "Oh I beg to differ.">> you reply. <<you "I certainly can't hold classes in that building if it's like fucking 'Willard' in there.">> you say. She clearly doesn't get the "Willard" reference, but honestly, not many people would. <<you "And since you're not gonna give me anything, I think maybe I should just discuss the situation with the Regents.">> you say, with a smug little smile. <<barbie "I know what you're doing.">> she says, angrily. <<you "Good. Then you know that I'm in control here.">> you say. She knows it, but clearly doesn't like it. <<you "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?">> you ask. You talk to her like she's a child. It makes her even angrier, but she knows you're right. <<barbie "I'm sorry I tried to brush you off.">> she says. <<you "And?">> <<barbie "And... and what?">> she asks. She's genuinely confused. You take a pen and a scrap of paper from her desk and write on it. You pass her the note. She reads it. Her eyes widen. She looks at you with even more anger and disbelief. <img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed1.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"><<barbie "You can't be serious?!">> she says. You just keep looking at her. She realizes that you are, indeed, serious. Finally, against all her will, she relents and reads from the paper. <<barbie "And it won't happen again.">> she says. You keep looking at her. She keeps trying to resist. You look at her even more intently and raise an eyebrow. She lets out a deep angry sigh. <<barbie "And it won't happen again... SIR.">> she says. You smile and hop to your feet. <<set $barbie.third=4>> <<you "Great! Glad we're on the same page.">> you say. You head out the door and into the hallway, but just before you leave, you poke your head back into her office and ask, <<you "We make a good team, huh Babs?">> She gives you a look like she's trying to melt your head with her eyes. You smile and wink at her, then you leave the building. <<link "Time to go to the store and get your shopping done." "saturday 7-2d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbiech2preview.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiefiles.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're not happy being given the brush off, but you understand why it's happening. And even though you'd really like to give her a stern talking to, followed by a strong spanking, perhaps... you know that wouldn't really accomplish much, other than to break the tenuous peace that has developed between the two of you. She still needs you more than you need her, but for now, you're willing to back down and leave her be. This may even earn you some brownie points with her. It wouldn't hurt to have some of those in your pocket for later. You never know when you might need a favor. You smile at her. <<you "OK, I get it. I'm sure you'll take care of everything.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<you "You got this.">> you reassure her. She smiles even more. You seem to have boosted her confidence a bit. <<barbie "Thanks. I promise I'll do everything I can to make sure your classroom and office will be ready for you on Monday.">> she says. <<you "That's all I needed to hear. Thanks.">> you say. <<set $barbie.third=3>> With that, you get up and leave her office. Peace maintained. Now it's time to <<link "Head to the store and get your shopping done." "saturday 7-2d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/barbie/barbieofficestrip.jpg" alt="barbie stripping" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed1.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiequizzical.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet2.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left"> <</nobr>>Things in the office are getting rather spicy. $barbie.name looks like she's about five seconds from fucking you in every imaginable position. You would, of course, enjoy every damn minute of it. But you know that she's in a very vulnerable place, emotionally. You two have been getting frisky, and it's been fun, but you think you'd like to have more than just "fun" with her. You seem to have really connected with her and you don't want to do anything right now that may spoil that. <<you "You know I'd love to do what I'm almost sure we're about to do...">> you say. <<barbie "Oh god me too!">> she replies, rubbing her breasts and panting. You hold up your hands to stop her. <<barbie "What is it?">> she asks. <<you "I think this is developing a little fast though, don't you?">> you ask. She keeps looking at you. <<you "What I mean is, I... I don't just want to be the guy you use for a little... stress relief.">> you say. She looks a little disappointed. <<barbie "That's not what this is.">> she says, rather unconvincingly. You give her a questioning look. <<you "Really?">> you ask. <<barbie "OK, that's part of it, I guess.">> she admits. You smile at her. <<you "I think we've been getting ahead of ourselves a little bit. And I think we're both in a weird place in our lives.">> you say. <<barbie "You can say that again.">> she says. <<you "I just think if this is how we start our relationship, that's all it's ever going to be.">> you say. She looks at you, quizzically, for a moment. <<barbie "Are you saying you want... more than that... with me?">> she asks. <<you "I don't really know yet. But I do know that if we keep this up, I think we're never going to have the chance to find out. You know?">> you say. She's thinking about it. <<you "Look, this has all been a real pleasant surprise for me. When I moved here, I wasn't expecting to have this kind of connection with you.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "I want to make sure we can get a chance to explore that.">> you say. <<barbie "You know, you're right.">> she says. She blushes. <<barbie "God, I feel so embarrased now.">> <<you "Don't feel embarrased at all. You're under a lot of pressure right now. It's sometimes hard to think straight and avoid emotional decisions in times like that.">> you say. She gives you a big hug. It's warm and soft and makes you feel at peace. <<barbie "I don't know what I ever did without you, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. She let's you go and you say your goodbyes, leaving her to get back to work. You head out of the building hoping that you'll see her again soon, and hopefully under less stressful circumstances. You've really grown to like her. <<set $barbie.third=5>> <<link "Off to the store." "saturday 7-2d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday721.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday722.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbieintro.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday723.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday724.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday725.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>With a big smile on her face, she gets down on her knees in front of you and gets to work. She sucks your cock with long, wet strokes of her mouth, cradling your balls with her hand as she does. You can't help but notice she's still wearing that wedding ring, even with her strained marital situation. You're a homewrecker (so to speak) but at this point, what's done is done. And she wants this just like you do. She made this decision. $barbie.name has been so good to you, it's time for you to return the favor. <<you "Why don't you let me take over.">> you say. She giggles and gets up on her desk. She spreads her legs, giving you full access to her pussy. You get on your knees now, and eat her out. She encourages you as you do. <<barbie "Oh yes! Just like that! So good!">> she moans. You feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. And this really is just what she needed. Honestly, she's been through a lot and is surely stressed out, lonely, and depressed. She needed someone who would put her needs first. Though you may not really be that someone, you can play the part, to an extent, and she'll be very grateful. But this foreplay has gone on long enough for both of you. You stand up, your rock hard cock just inches from her wet pussy. She looks at you with a smile and nods. You line up and fuck her on her desk, with long, deep strokes that make her quiver with pleasure. You suddenly get a weird sense of deja vu, though you're not sure why. Nostalgia for some imagined event, probably. You pull out to take a break, but she's not having any of that. <<barbie "My turn!">> she says, pushing you onto the desk. She climbs atop you and lowers her wet snatch onto your waiting cock. You lie back and enjoy as she bounces her meaty ass up and down on you. She's really going for it, using your cock for her pleasure. You're fine with that! She works out all her sexual frustration on you, using you with animalistic desperation. How long has it been since she's been fucked? You start to really wonder. But now, it's time to finish this. You won't be able to hold out much longer, and you want to show her a real good deep dicking. She pops off of you and you stand behind her as she drapes her body over her desk. You grab firm hold of her ass and slam your cock into her pussy from behind. <<barbie "YES!">> she screams. <<barbie "HARDER!">> she moans. You oblige and fuck her even harder... until... You can't take it any more. Your cock is about to explode. You pull out just in time to spray burst after burst of your cum all over her big, round ass. She looks back at you, smiling and licking her lips. You cover her entire backside with your seed. The two of you are spent. She remains splayed out across her desk while you flop into a chair in front of it. You both remain silent but for your heavy breathing. After a couple minutes she starts to get herself cleaned up and you do the same. <<you "You know, I wasn't really expecting this when I came here.">> you tell her. She giggles. <<barbie "Well... you should learn to expect the unexpected.">> she says, giving you a little kiss. <<barbie "That was really fun. But I have to get back to work.">> she says. <<you "I understand.">> you reply. After all... the rats are still a thing. So she's gonna go back into that stressful situation, but now, hopefully with a clearer mind. You did your part, you think. As you're leaving, her phone rings and she starts talking to some underling on the other end of the line. She smiles and winks at you as you leave her office. <<empathyGain 1>> <<barbieloveGain 1>> <<barbieloyaltyGain 1>> <<set $barbie.third=6>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday726.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday727.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday728.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday729.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday7210.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday7211.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday7212.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You hammer your cock into her throat while she gags and sputters. Even though she acted like she didn't want this, you know better. Hell, she's even fingering her sloppy pussy while you facefuck her. But she's not doing it right. You plunge your fingers in her snatch and roughly fingerbang her until she squirts, her moans muffled by the dick in her mouth. She's making a real mess of her office. Luckily, you won't be the one who has to clean it up. She really seemed to enjoyed that. Maybe you do it again? You plunge your cock deep down her throat again, and manhandle her pussy even harder and more fiercely this time. She squirts again. Her twat must be so sensitive now, so you give it a few hard smacks. She winces and shudders with each, letting out a little yelp. You've been working her throathole, really just to shut her up. But now that she's squirting all over the place...Seems like that pussy's ready now. Ready for some deep dicking. You stand above her and line up your cock with her red hot pussy. She looks up at you with timid, begging eyes. You thrust your entire cock into her with one swift motion then start pounding away as she screams and moans. That pussy's gonna be sore for days after what you're doing, but you don't care. In fact, you relish in the idea of her walking around, bow-legged, for the next few days. She get's what she deserves. Just when she can barely take it any longer, you pull out and flip her up on her knees. She thinks you're giving her a break. She's wrong. You plow your cock into her pussy from behind while you use your finger to loosen up her asshole. She seems to really like this. She's even smiling now. You can't have that, now can you? She can't think that you're doing this to make her feel good. No, she's just meat. Meat doesn't get to have feelings. Time to show her what her real purpose is. You take your cock out of her pussy and slam it hard and deep into her ass. She squeals and moans as you destroy her brownhole. You thrust so hard and fast that your cock accidentally slips out of her ass. You're about so slam it back in when she lets out a long groan. She's cumming hard. She squirts on the floor while her asshole nearly turns inside out. Damn. What a fucking whore she is. You wonder if she knows what her asshole tastes like. Well... she's about to. You pull her down to the floor and grab your own cock like a dildo. Without warning or mercy, you use it to blast her throat even harder than before. She just takes every stroke. You can see her throat bulging from your cock. It's gonna make you cum. You push her off and jerk your whole load into her waiting mouth. She smiles and swallows it all, even sucking your cock a little to clean it off. What a good little fucktoy. She sits there in a naked heap on the floor while you get your clothes back on. <<you "You feel better now?">> you ask, not that you really care. <<barbie "MMMmmm...">> she moans. She can't even speak. That's probably for the best. You head out of her office and get on with your day. <<brutalityGain 1>> <<barbiecorruptionGain 1>> <<barbieloyaltyGain 1>> <<set $barbie.third=2>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2d">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/saturday7/pocket.jpg" alt="hand in pocket" class="left"> <</nobr>>You head to the bus stop to wait for the shuttle. It's been a weird morning already, and you're not sure what time it is. You instinctively reach for your phone in your pocket to check, but find it empty. "That's not good," you think to yourself. You don't usually forget your phone. You wonder if it's at home. It probably is. You try to think of the last time you remember having it, but you can't quite pin it down. Great. So you may have lost it somewhere in that mess of a party last night. Not much you can do about it now, best to get your shopping done then search for it when you get home again. With that decided, you see the bus pull up, and you climb aboard and take it to the store. You head inside to do your shopping. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2d1">><</link>>

<<if $alida.second==5>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <</nobr>>You wander around the store, browsing the selection aimlessly. As is the way when you lose something, you can't stop thinking about your phone. If you left it at home, no problem. But if it's somewhere in the depths of Casey's house, that's an entirely different story. It means you'll have to go back there, and you're not quite ready to do that yet. It also means that there's a possibility, however slight, that someome may have it, and may gain access to it. You're pretty sure that's not going to happen, but given your situation, and all that's happened so far, it wouldn't be a good thing if someone was swiping through all your personal info. You're lost in thought, just wandering around the store with your shopping basket when you round a corner and run smack dab into another shopper, causing both of you to drop several of your items on the floor. You look up and see a pair of big brown eyes looking back at you. <img src="images/alida/alidamad.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">It's none other than Queen Slutty, that big tittied whore with the little black sports car. Not exactly your favorite person in the world, though, you're probably not high on her list either. She glares at you. <<alida "Watch where you're fucking going, creep!">> she says. Again with the "creep" thing. <<you "Well well, Queen Slutty.">> you say with your typical shit-eating grin. She glares with even more anger now. <<alida "Fuck you!">> she replies. <<alida "Do not to call me that!">> <<you "But you never told me your name. What else can I do?">> you say. She keeps glaring at you then starts picking up her things. She doesn't seem keen on talking to you. You had a chance last weekend to apologize to her, but you decided to be a little shit and continue pissing her off. This may not be fixable, but if you wanted to, you could try apologizing. <<link "Apologize for everything." "saturday 7-alida4">><</link>> <<link "Keep trying to piss her off." "saturday 7-alida5">><</link>> <<elseif $alida.second lt 5>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidaflirty.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidatits.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidaturnsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>You wander around the store, browsing the selection aimlessly. As is the way when you lose something, you can't stop thinking about your phone. If you left it at home, no problem. But if it's somewhere in the depths of Casey's house, that's an entirely different story. It means you'll have to go back there, and you're not quite ready to do that yet. It also means that there's a possibility, however slight, that someome may have it, and may gain access to it. You're pretty sure that's not going to happen, but given your situation, and all that's happened so far, it wouldn't be a good thing if someone was swiping through all your personal info. You're lost in thought, just wandering around the store with your shopping basket when you round a corner and run smack dab into another shopper, causing both of you to drop several of your items on the floor. You look up and see a pair of big brown eyes looking back at you. It's Alida. You are pleasantly surprised. She looks as though she feels the same way. The two of you got pretty hot and heavy last weekend, and from the look in her eyes, she's been thinking about it. You, honestly, have kinda forgotten about it, with all that's been going on. But you are, nonetheless, happy (and pretty horny) about seeing her now. <<alida "Oh shit! I was wondering when I was going to run into you again!">> she says. You shoot her a smile. <<you "Here I am.">> you say. Things between you two actually ended rather abrubtly last time. There was a lot of slobber, a lot of cum, and then... well then you just left. So now you're not sure what to say to her. It seems like she enjoyed herself, right? You don't really remember, but the fact that she's smiling at you now, and gently running her fingers through her hair, makes you think she did. <<alida "I really had fun last weekend.">> she says, in a conspiratorial sort of whisper. That answers that. <<you "Me too.">> you say, in the same tone. She giggles. You're not sure what to do next. You weren't expecting to see her. You really just wanted to get some groceries and go home to search for your lost phone. But... she's looking pretty damn hot. You'd like to see where this goes. <<alida "What are you doing right now?">> she asks. You look at her, confused. It's pretty obvious you're grocery shopping. Before you can say anything, she grabs you by the arm and starts leading you towards the back of the store. <<you "Where are we going?">> you ask. You have a strong feeling from her super-horny body language, and previous actions, that you two are going somewhere to fuck. She doesn't answer though. She just shushes you, dismissively. That kind of attitude would certainly not sit well with the old you, you know, the domineering psycho you. Are you gonna <<link "let her get away with it and follow her lead?" "saturday 7-alida2">><</link>> Or are you going to <<link "remind her of her place in the world?" "saturday 7-alida3">><</link>> Or, since you've really got to get home to look for your phone, you could <<link "stop her and tell her you don't have time for this now." "saturday 7-alida1">><</link>> but... do you really want to do that? <<elseif $alida.second gt 5>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <</nobr>>You wander around the store, browsing the selection aimlessly. As is the way when you lose something, you can't stop thinking about your phone. If you left it at home, no problem. But if it's somewhere in the depths of Casey's house, that's an entirely different story. It means you'll have to go back there, and you're not quite ready to do that yet. It also means that there's a possibility, however slight, that someome may have it, and may gain access to it. You're pretty sure that's not going to happen, but given your situation, and all that's happened so far, it wouldn't be a good thing if someone was swiping through all your personal info. You're lost in thought, just wandering around the store with your shopping basket when you round a corner and run smack dab into another shopper, causing both of you to drop several of your items on the floor. <img src="images/alida/alidasmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">You look up and see a pair of big brown eyes looking back at you. It's Alida. She's looking plump and bouncy as ever. She smiles at you. <<alida "Oh god, it's you!">> she says. <<alida "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going.">> <<you "Me either. Sorry.">> you say. You both start picking up your grocery items and putting them back in your baskets. Your hands touch a couple times while doing it and it makes you each giggle, nervously. "Do I sense some sexual tension here?" you think to yourself. After you've both gathered your items, you stand there, neither of you knowing what to say next. She smiles. You smile. You figure a compliment might break the ice. <<you "You look really nice today.">> you say. <img src="images/alida/alidaturnsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"><img src="images/alida/alidalookaway.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"><<alida "Thanks!">> she says with a smile. She looks you up and down, then her smile turns to a little frown. <<alida "You kinda look like shit.">> she says. This girl has no filter. But, she's probably right. You're still recovering from last night. Hell, you didn't even shower this morning. You frown at her, and she looks a little ashamed. <<alida "Sorry. I... shouldn't have said that.">> she says. You chuckle. <<you "No, you're right. I was... up late last night.">> you say. She seems to notice the cryptic nature of the way you said it and looks a little suspicious, but she doesn't press you on it, thank god. <<alida "Well, I understand that. Sometimes I come here still in my pajamas.">> she says with a cute little giggle. <<you "Shame I missed out on that.">> you say. It makes her giggle even more. You definitely think there's a little something going on between the two of you, so you take a chance and reach out to touch her arm.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.second==8>>You run your hand across her skin and she bites her lip and gives you horny eyes. Looks like you read it right. The two of you keep walking around the store together, shopping, chatting, and flirting. When you get near the back of the store, she grabs you by the arm. <<alida "Hold on a sec.">> she says. <<alida "I want to show you something.">> She puts down her basket and you do the same. Before you know it, she's pulled you out the back door, into a little area behind the store, and shut the door behind you. OK. <img src="images/alida/alidatits3.jpg" alt="alida tits" class="left"><<you "So... what did you want to show me?">> you ask. You're pretty sure you know. She takes off her top and reveals her big soft breasts. Then she pulls a vibrator out of her purse holds it up with a smile. OK! Are we really doing this? <<link "YES YES YES" "saturday 7-alida8">><</link>> <<link "NO NO NO" "saturday 7-alida9">><</link>> <<elseif $alida.second==6 or $alida.second==7>>She recoils from your touch and the smile drops from her face, replaced by an uncomfortable look. Whoops. You read that wrong. You feel like a bit of an ass. She doesn't seem to be mad, just nervous now. Maybe you could <<link "apologize to her?" "saturday 7-alida6">><</link>> Or maybe <<link "just pretend like nothing happened." "saturday 7-alida7">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/alida/alidamad.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidamad1.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidatits.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="burnout" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's probably going to hate you forever, but you decide to make a last ditch effort to apologize and see if you can salvage some sort of relationship with this woman. You don't even know her name, and you're going to be seeing her around the island, given its small size and population. <<you "OK, look, I'm sorry.">> you say. Her glare is unchanged. <<you "I'll stop with all the Queen - you-know-what - stuff.">> you say. She just lets out a derisive snort, as if she either doesn't believe you or doesn't care. <<alida "Fuck off.">> she says. Cute. <<you "No, really, I'm sorry about everything: the ferry terminal, the name calling, all of it.">> you say. <<you "I can see now that we're probably going to be seeing each other a lot, so can we have a truce?">> You look at her, sheepishly. She wrinkles up her face and starts laying into you. <<alida "A TRUCE?! You really think I'm just going to play nice after all the shit you did?! Like I'm that much of a fucking pushover that all you have to do is say sorry and I'm supposed to... what? Like forget about it all?! Then we're all chummy and shit and you think it's like it never happened?!">> she yells. Her words are coming rapid fire. You don't have a chance to respond, she just keeps going. <<alida "The fucking nerve! What's next? You think we're gonna be friends and we're gonna get to know each other? I bet you think you've got a chance to get in there too! Like I'm gonna change my mind and think 'Oh he really isn't that bad after all... and he's kinda cute too so maybe I'll just let him fuck me and then everything will work out!' Fuck that!...">> Her voice JUST WON'T STOP! You're starting to almost feel dizzy from the non-stop onslaught. You can't keep looking at her so you look down at her tits. Not on purpose, really, you just don't want to look her in the eye. This seems to anger her even more. <<alida "Now you're just staring at my tits?! Unbelievable!">> she screams. She finishes picking up her groceries and storms off. That went well. You continue shopping. After a few minutes you see her leaving the store with her purchases. She gives you the finger before she leaves. I think it's pretty clear that you're not gonna be able to fix that ship. Nope. It's sunk. You hear tires squealing as she races away in her little black coupe. You pay for your groceries and go outside to wait for the bus. <<set $alida.third=4>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/alida/alidalookaway.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidadisbelief.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidatits.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidahalfsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="burnout" class="left"> <</nobr>>You think, briefly, about apologizing to her. But knowing her, and the way she's treated you so far, she'd probably find a way to still be mad at you. And if she's still gonna be mad at you, you might as well just keep being your regular smart-ass self and piss her off some more. She's still glaring at you, silently. <<you "OK, Queen Slutty it is!">> you say. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, looking away from you. <<alida "Fine. It's Alida. Are you happy now Captain Creepy?!">> she asks. It doesn't look like that nickname is going anywhere anytime soon, but hey, at least she told you her name. <<you "Alida. What a horrible name. I would have stuck with Queen Slutty if I were you.">> you say. She stares at you in disbelief. Makes sense. With tits like those, it's probably not often that a guy continues to be THIS much of an asshole to her. Now that you're thinking about her tits, you take a quick look down, you know, just to check and see if they're still there. Verdict: they are. She catches you. <<alida "You are fucking unbelievable.">> she says. <<you "Why thank you.">> you reply, still staring at her tits. <<alida "Will you look at me?!">> she says. <<you "I am.">> you reply. Her tits are attached to her body, so technically it's true. She actually laughs, surprising both of you. You look back up at her face. She's shaking her head and rolling her eyes again, but this time she's smiling a little. <<alida "You're such an asshole.">> <<you "I don't deny that.">> There's a long, pregnant pause. <<alida "Fuck this. I'm leaving.">> she says. She gathers up her stuff and heads to the register to make payment. As she's leaving the store, you catch her eye. <<you "Bye bye, Alida!">> you say, loudly. She gives you the finger. <<you "Don't you want to know my name too?">> you ask as she heads out the door. She pokes her head back in and looks at you. <<alida "Fuck no, Creepy!">> she says. But... she's smiling. Then she leaves for good. You see her get into her little sports car and haul ass out of there. Wow. Who would have thought being a dumb asshole would actually have earned you a smile! Good job, Captain Creepy! <<set $alida.third=5>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/alida/alidaflirty.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidadisbelief.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidahalfsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidaturnsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>Though you've only known Alida for a week now, you know her well enough to know that she's about to get freaky with you, right here, right now. And though it may be some porno fantasy to just sneak away into some back room or hidden alley behind a building, strip down, and fuck like horny little bunnies... it's the kind of thing that could also end up really backfiring on you if anyone were to walk up on you. Granted, you've been in situations like this before, but now, in your current circumstance, you think it best not to risk it. Imagine the massive PR disaster you would have on your hands if you, the new Sex Teacher, got caught banging another teacher right in the town center. There'd really be no keeping that secret on a small island such as this, and your secrets are really starting to pile up. Besides, you got shit to do today. You stop Alida. She looks at you, confused and desperate. <<you "We can't do what I think we're about to do.">> you say. She frowns. <<alida "What?! Sure we can.">> she says. She tugs on your arm again, trying to get you to follow her. You stay put. <<you "No, we can't.">> you say. <<you "Look, I DEFINITELY want to. And I did really have fun with you last weekend... but that was in the privacy of your house. We can't just go out back and bang out a quickie.">> you say. She doesn't look convinced. This girl has serious impulse control issues. You try to spell it out for her. <<you "It's the middle of the day, at the only store on the island, where EVERYONE goes shopping, especially on the weekends.">> you say. She seems to begin to see where you're coming from. <<you "You really think something like this would stay quiet in a town as small as this one?">> you ask. Now she gets it, but she doesn't seem to like it. <<alida "You're a real buzzkill.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, maybe I am.">> you reply. <<alida "Well... I guess that's that.">> she says. She lets go of your arm and gives you a little kiss on the cheek. <<alida "I'm gonna go home and rub one out.">> she says. NO FILTER. NONE. <<you "I hope so!">> you say with a laugh. She laughs too. You two go and pay for your groceries and then part ways. The last thing you see before heading to the bus stop is the tail end of her little black sports car blazing down the road away from you. <<set $alida.third=1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/alida/alidanude.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <</nobr>>Before you know what's happening, she's pulling you out the back door of the store and into a little area behind it. It's hidden from the street, but there's few tables and chairs to the side, probably where the store staff take their breaks. Luckily for the both of you, there's no one out there right now. You have a certain degree of privacy. And Alida is not afraid to take advantage of that privacy. She's all over you, rubbing her hands all over your body, trying to take off your belt while she's stripping out of her own clothes as well. You've come this far, and even though you're afraid of getting caught back here, you're also incredibly turned on by the prospect as well. And your infatuation trumps your fear. And since you're both naked now, it would be a shame not to fuck, right? <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-alida2a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/saturday7/door.jpg" alt="office door" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidamad2.jpg" alt="alida mad" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidanude1.jpg" alt="alida nude" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's practically dragging you towards the back of the store. There's a little hallway here with a sturdy fire door leading outside the store, and a normal door that seems to lead to an office. She wants you to go out the back door with her, but you don't care what she wants. And you want to make sure she knows it. As you pass the open office door, you suddenly grab her and push her into the office, closing the door behind you and locking it. She looks at you, surprised, confused, and a little annoyed. <<alida "Why did you do that?!">> she asks. You look right at her and start unbuckling your pants. <<you "Shut up.">> you say. <<you "You talk too much.">> She gives you a sly smile. She sees where this is going. She starts to take off her top. <<alida "You don't get to tell me what to do.">> she says. <<you "You don't get to talk back to me.">> you say, taking your shirt off too. <<alida "You don't get to get inside this unless you ask me nicely.">> she says, removing her panties. You're both naked now. You push her back against the wall and down into a squat. You line up your cock and shove it right in her mouth. <<you "Didn't I tell you to shut up?">> you say. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-alida3a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/alida/alidadisbelief.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidasmile1.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="burnout" class="left"> <</nobr>>You really misread that situation, and you both know it. It's really awkward now. Time for an apology. Maybe you can salvage this. <<you "Shit. I'm sorry. I think I got my wires all crossed.">> you say. She smiles, nervously. <<alida "No, it's... it's fine.">> she says. <<you "Really, I'm sorry.">> you say again. She seems to get where you're coming from. <<alida "Really, it's fine. It happens. Don't worry about it.">> she says. You both stand there for a silent moment. <<you "So... how about we keep shopping. Sound good?">> you say with a smile. She smiles back. <<alida "Yes. Let's do that.">> she replies. The two of you continue shopping and talking. It's a little uncomfortable, sure, but you manage to get her to laugh a couple more times. By the time you've finished and paid, it all seems to be a distant memory. Before you part ways out on the sidewalk, she actually gives you a friendly little hug. Then she heads to her car and speeds out of there while you wait for the bus. <<set $alida.third=6>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>><img src="images/alida/alidalookaway.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"> <img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="burnout" class="left"> <</nobr>>Well you've really managed to make it awkward between the two of you. Any hopes you had of flirting with Alida are gone now. The mood is definitely broken. You try to pretend like nothing happened. It's not working. She still seems quite uncomfortable as the two of you continue shopping. You try a few more times to talk to her, telling a few bad jokes, but she only responds with short answers and uncomfortable smiles. It seems like she's trying to get out of there as fast as she can. You both line up to pay for your groceries. She pays first, thanks the clerk, and heads out the door. The clerk is still ringing you up when you see and hear her little black coupe fly down the street away from the store. You fucked it. Nice one. You head outside to wait for the bus. <<set $alida.third=7>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/alida/alidatits3.jpg" alt="alida tits" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're not sure how to react. Your defense mechanism in situations like these is usually a joke. <<you "So what was it you wanted to show me?">> you ask, staring conspicuously at her tits. She giggles. <<alida "Very funny, mister.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, I'm kinda known for my wit.">> you say, still staring at her tits. She grabs you by the chin leads you over to some chairs. It's where the store staff probably takes their breaks. You're a bit worried that the clerk may just come out here and catch the two of you in... well... in whatever is about to happen... but you're too enthralled by Alida's world class breasts to care all THAT much. Alida's stripped down to her panties now, and she sits on one of the chairs with her legs spread wide. <<alida "Are you paying attention?">> she asks. You nod. <<alida "Good.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-alida8a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/alida/alidatits1.jpg" alt="alida tits" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidatits2.jpg" alt="alida tits" class="left"> <</nobr>>This has escalated very quickly. You got the feeling that Alida was a wild one, but you never thought she was this wild. She's half naked at the ONLY grocery store in town, the one where EVERYONE shops... and usually on the weekend... and it's Saturday. You don't think there's any way you two could freak it back here and not get caught. And that would be bad. Granted, you've already been a little "bad" so far on the island, but this would be over the top. New Sex Teacher, caught in flagrante delicto with a colleague... yeah, no. That would definitely be a scandal in a small town like this. And scandal is something that you should probably avoid, given your situation. Alida stands there, exposed and horny, waiting for your move. You pick up her top off the floor and hand it back to her. Judging from her facial expression, it's not the move she wanted. <<you "You're fucking crazy!">> you say in a forceful whisper. She throws her shirt down on the ground again and this time, tries to kiss you. <<alida "I know! You like it?">> she asks. You push her off you. <<you "Not right here, right now, NO! I don't!">> you say. She giggles and tries again to grab and kiss you. <<alida "I don't believe you!">> she says. <img src="images/alida/alidalookaway.jpg" alt="alida looking away" class="left">This girl is not getting it. You stop trying to convince her to stop, and just leave. You GTFO and pay quickly, leaving her back there by herself. You're at the bus stop waiting for the bus when you see her leave the store. She doesn't even make eye contact with you, she just gets in her car and speeds away. She was probably pretty embarrased by your rejection. You feel bad, because it's not that you don't like her, but you couldn't take that kind of risk. Hopefully, in time, she'll understand. <<set $alida.third=9>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday726.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday727.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday728.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday729.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday7210.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You lie down on a little grassy patch as Alida gets on her hands and knees in front of you. She's completely naked, giving anyone who might happen to come back here a really nice show. But that doesn't seem to bother her one bit. She starts sucking your cock, firmly, deeply into her wet mouth. She spits on it and jerks it with her hand, all the while looking right at you with those big, sexy, brown eyes. Her tits jiggle enticingly as she does. They're most certainly her most striking asset. When you think about Alida, you think about those tits. You're just about to ask her to use those tits to get you off, but she seems to read your mind. With tits like those, it's probably easy to assume that a guy would want them wrapped around his dick. She's probably used to this. She squeezes them together and let's you fuck the soft wet space in between. Yep, she's DEFINITELY used to this, you think. This girl is a pro-level tit-jobber. But this particular morning, you can tell she wants more than just a little fooling around. She's just warming you up and getting you ready. Once your cock is like hardened steel, she gets on top of you and slides it into her wet, meaty pussy. She props herself up with her hands on your chest, and you grab her hips and hold her on top of you. She bounces, you plow, and the two of you find a steady, orgasmic rhythym. <<alida "Oh yes! Oh fuck!">> she moans. You're a little worried that she's gonna alert the whole town, but you can't worry about that. Not when you're balls deep in her. She keeps bouncing herself on your cock, her big tits flopping all over the place. Then, she suddenly stops. She turns herself around, without letting your cock out of her pussy. She's face to face with you now. You put your hand up and stroke her soft skin. She takes your finger in her mouth as you start to pound away at her again. <<alida "Put your finger in my ass.">> she says. You do as she asks and penetrate her little brown hole with your wet finger. The added stimulation makes her wiggle and moan even more. This is the most memorable trip to the store you've ever had. Even more memorable than that time you were drunk and got yourself locked inside that walk-in freezer. Remember that? No time for reminiscing! You're gonna cum... and soon. You give her a little tap on the ass to get her attention and she climbs off of you. You stand above her as she squeezes her tits together, giving you a perfect target for your load. You let loose a torrent of jizz all over her big soft tits. Just as you do, you hear the back door open. You both freeze in panic. The clerk walks to the dumpster, throws away a bag of garbage, and walks back into the store, completely oblivious to the two naked, cum-dripping people standing no more than ten feet from him. You both breathe a heavy sigh of relief. <<empathyGain 1>> <<alidaloveGain 1>> <<alidaloyaltyGain 1>> <<set $alida.third=2>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-alidaafter">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday721.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday722.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday723.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday724.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday725.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You pummel her throat from above while she opens wide and takes it. Spit and slobber drip down her face onto her big, floppy tits and dribble down to her already wet snatch. She's fingering herself furiously as you destroy her throat. At least it shut her up. You know as long as your cock is balls deep in her talk-hole, she'll keep quiet. But you know once you take it out and let her breathe even a little, she's gonna start talking. You pull your cock out and she gasps several times for air. As if on cue she starts talking again. <<alida "Fuck I want you in me! Fuck my pussy!">> she says. You want to, for sure. But she's talking still. You reach into her shopping basket on the floor and take out an apple. You shove it in her mouth. She looks like a suckling pig. But she can't talk. So, you grab her by the throat and push your hard cock all the way into her quivering pussy. She lets out a few soft moans, muffled by the apple. You keep a firm grip on her neck while you fuck her. Eventually, though, she spits out the apple and starts talking again. <<alida "Oh god yeah! Just how I like it!">> she says. Since it looks like you're not going to be able to plug her little mouth to keep her quiet, you're left with only one option. Flip her over and fuck her so hard that she loses the ability to think, much less talk. You grab her hair and hold her hands behind her back as you jackhammer her pussy from behind. She moans and mumbles uninteligibly while her tits flop around and your balls slap hard against her backside. She's helpless to your pounding now. You're showing her what happens to little whores who like to run their mouths. But you need her to know who is punishing her. You want her to look you in the eyes. So you flip her over onto her back again, this time grabbing her head with both hands so she's forced to look at you. You pound her pussy as deep and hard as you can, feeling your cock bump up against her cervix. She cries out with every thrust, her brain barely able to function under the cloud of adrenaline, endorphins and other hormones that her body is pumping out. You're not gonna last much longer, so you pull out and push her off the chair and onto the ground. She's still dazed from all the fucking, but she instinctively knows what to do. After all... she's a whore. She tilts her head back, closes her eyes, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. What a good little whore! You do your part and cover her little whore face with your cum. After resting a moment, you start to get dressed again. She takes a few more moments to recover and then starts cleaning herself up. She looks at you and asks, <<alida "Did I do good?">> You look back at her, not sure if she's really becoming that submissive, or if she's just playing along. Regardless, you reply. <<you "Next time, talk less.">> you say. <<brutalityGain 1>> <<alidacorruptionGain 1>> <<alidaloyaltyGain 1>> <<set $alida.third=3>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-alidaafter">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday7211.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday7212.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/alida/alidasaturday7213.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <img src="images/monday2/cum.gif" alt="cum" class="left"> <</nobr>>She starts rubbing her pussy through her panties. You can hear her breathing start to get heavier and faster. <<alida "Do you remember meeting me at the ferry terminal last weekend?">> she asks. You absolutely do. She was wearing that tight white sheer dress. She looked fucking amazing. You nod at her. She smiles. <<alida "What do you remember?">> she asks. You're a little distracted by the masturbation, but you reply, <<you "I remember that dress looked really good on you.">> you say. She giggles and smiles at you. Looks like that was the right answer. She pulls her panties to the side revealing her lucious pussy. She starts to rub it. <<alida "Tell me more.">> she says. OK, you see what's going on here, and you're game. <<you "The way your body looked... It made me really nervous because you were so hot.">> you tell her. She moans a little and speeds up her rubbing. It's really making you hard watching this, and you instinctively start rubbing your cock on top of your pants. She sees it and smiles. <<alida "You can take it out, if you want.">> she says. It seems like she really wants you to, so... you do. You take out your cock and start jerking off next to her. Before you know it, she's completely out of her panties and using a vibrator that she pulled out of her purse. <<if $lesson5==1>>Why do so many women on this island carry these things around with them?<<else>><</if>> She moans as she pistons the vibrator in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Her other hand furiously rubs her clit. She's nearly cumming right in front of you... and you barely know her! <<alida "Tell me I'm gonna make you cum! Tell me how hot I am!">> she screams. You really can't take any more of this. You give your cock a few more strokes and explode a wave of cum out and all over the ground. She cums at the same moment, squirting her juices all over the ground as well. You've both made a real mess back here. <<alida "Look at all that cum I made you shoot!">> she says. You're pretty sure YOU made you shoot that cum, but you know what she's getting at, so you play along. <<you "I've never cum like that before.">> you lie. She just giggles girlishly. After a few moments to gather yourselves, you get dressed and make your getaway. You feel a bit bad for the person who stumbles upon the big puddle of cum and pussy juice back here, but not bad enough that you're not just going to leave and pretend you have no idea about it. <<empathyGain 1>> <<alidaloveGain 1>> <<set $alida.third=8>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-alidaafter">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/saturday7/looking.jpg" alt="looking for your phone" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you arrive home, you put your groceries away and start searching for your phone. You look in every little place you can think of where it might be. You look under the couch: nope. You look in your bedroom: nope. You even look in the bathroom... but: nope. This is becoming ever more disconcerting. Without your phone, you've lost your connection to everything. It's strange how much a little computer in your pocket can rule your life. You've looked everywhere now, and you're sure it's not here anywhere. Worse still, you don't remember the last time you had it. Think. THINK! You put your pants on this morning... the same pair you wore yesterday. You were lazy and a little hungover, so you picked them up off the floor and wore them. Was your phone already in your pocket? Maybe. If so, maybe you lost it on the bus this morning. Or, maybe you really did lose it at the party. Which means, you'd have to go over there, talk to Casey, and look for it. You don't really want to have to do that. So, you know what you have to do next. Your phone is either at Casey's, or on the shuttle bus, most likely. You're gonna have to continue your search. <<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 3.1end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to head to the store to get your shopping done first thing. It's Saturday, and you figure that the only store in town is gonna get pretty crowded as morning turns to mid-day. You've already gotten a bit of a late start today, so it's best to get this over with right away. Besides, the thought of discussing the rat army, then going shopping for food, makes your stomach turn. You get yourself together and head to the bus stop. Sitting there, waiting for the shuttle, you look across the street at Casey's house. It's quiet, but it's clear from the litter on the lawn that there was a massive party there last night. And no one has cleaned up yet. They're probably still sleeping it off. The bus arrives and whisks you away towards town. Before you know it, it's dropping you off on the main street. You take a short walk to the store and begin your shopping. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2a1">><</link>>

<<if $brianna.second lt 5>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannanotnotice.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping. You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's Brianna, looking fit as ever. You feel a little twitch in your cock just thinking about all the nasty shit the two of you got up to last weekend. Sure, you've been getting to know several women on the island so far, but Brianna... well, there's something certainly extra freaky about her. She's a LEGIT sex addict and exhibitionist. If you two happen to "run into each other" here at the store, you're likely going to be fucking within minutes. She hasn't noticed you yet, though. Knowing what you know about her, there's a few ways you could play this. You could approach her first, with strength and confidence, you know she'd probably like you taking charge. You could wait for her to approach you, knowing that she'd probably drag you off somewhere and fuck your brains out. Of course, in the event that you don't want to get your dick wet right now (but... honestly... why not?) you could just ignore her. If she happens to notice you and starts making advances, you could reject her and get on with your day. Who knows, that might make her want you even more. <<link "Approach her and take charge." "saturday 7-brianna1">><</link>> <<link "Wait for her to approach you and let her have her way with you." "saturday 7-brianna2">><</link>> <<link "Ignore her and reject her inevitable advances." "saturday 7-brianna3">><</link>> <<elseif $brianna.second == 5>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannanotnotice.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping. You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's that athletic exhibitioninst. You know, the one who posed for those creepshots in the park last weekend. And the one who let you jerk off to her showering just the other day. This is one freaky little bitch. She hasn't seen you yet. She gets a basket from the stack by the door and starts shopping just like you. Now could be the time that you muster up some courage and go introduce yourself, after all, you two have never even spoken to each other. But she may also be getting into the whole "being watched by a stranger," thing. And if you introduce yourself, you wouldn't be a stranger anymore, now would you? What do you want to do? <<link "Stop all this playing around and just introduce yourself." "saturday 7-brianna4">><</link>> <<link "Remain the mysterious stranger." "saturday 7-brianna5">><</link>> <<elseif $brianna.second == 6>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannanotnotice.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping. You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's that athletic exhibitioninst. You know, the one who posed for those creepshots in the park last weekend. You're no stranger to taking creepshots, pervy motherfucker that you are, but she just let you take them even after she noticed you. You get the feeling that this may be one freaky little bitch. She hasn't seen you yet. She gets a basket from the stack by the door and starts shopping just like you. Now could be the time that you muster up some courage and go introduce yourself, after all, you two have never even spoken to each other. But she may also be getting into the whole "being watched by a stranger," thing. And if you introduce yourself, you wouldn't be a stranger anymore, now would you? What do you want to do? <<link "Stop all this playing around and just introduce yourself." "saturday 7-brianna4">><</link>> <<link "Remain the mysterious stranger." "saturday 7-brianna5">><</link>> <<elseif $brianna.second == 7>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannanotnotice.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping. You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's Brianna, the woman who was doing yoga in the park last weekend. Also, the one you ran into when you accidentally used the women's bathroom earlier this week. That was certainly embarrassing, but you two managed to laugh about it and actually seemed to hit it off. She hasn't seen you yet. She's got her basket and is walking around the store, shopping, same as you. Should you go talk to her? She'd probably be happy to see you, you hope. Or maybe you should let her come up and talk to you. That way, you'd know for sure that she really wanted to. <<link "Go talk to her." "saturday 7-brianna6">><</link>> <<link "Wait for her to talk to you." "saturday 7-brianna7">><</link>> <<elseif $brianna.second == 8>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannanotnotice.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping. You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's the yoga woman from the park last weekend. You know, she's also the one who heard you pee when you accidentally used the women's bathroom. You were so embarrassed when she caught you that you just ran. Hell, you don't even know her damn name! You start to feel very uncomfortable. She hasn't seen you yet, and maybe that's a good thing. You could still make an escape here and avoid further humiliation. But, thinking back on both of your past encounters, she didn't really seem upset about the bathroom thing, and she did smile at you in the park. Maybe now is the time to just go introduce yourself. <<link "Introduce yourself." "saturday 7-brianna8">><</link>> <<link "RUN!" "saturday 7-brianna9">><</link>> <<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasunday116.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalook.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalook1.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannahorny.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're not just going to wait for her to do something. When there's something you want, you take it. After the way she acted the last time you saw her, you're pretty sure you can just do whatever you want to her, and she'll take it all with a big smile. So let's go for her asshole this time, you think. You approach Brianna confidently and deliberately. She doesn't notice until you get really close. So much so, that you surprise her when she turns around and sees you. She looks at you with a nervous smile. <<brianna "Oh god! You startled me!">> she says. She instinctively backs away from you a bit, but she's pinned up against the store shelves in a corner here. You step forward, keeping her penned in. <<you "I'm glad I ran into you here.">> you say. She smiles, then seems to relax a bit. <<brianna "Me too!">> she says. Then she leans in and whispers in your ear. <<brianna "I had a lot of fun last week, you know.">> she says. <<you "I bet you did.">> you say. <<you "Girls like you can never get enough.">> She smiles nervously again. She know's you're right about "girls like her." After all... you're pretty sure she's a sex addict. <<you "You know, there was one thing I forgot about last week.">> you say. She looks intrigued... and horny. <<brianna "What?">> She asks. <<you "I can't really talk about it here.">> you say. She doesn't quite get what you're hinting at. You try to help her along. <<you "Where do you live?">> you ask. <<brianna "Just down the block. Why?">> <<you "Show me.">> you say. She gets it now. Without hesitation, she puts down her shopping basket and you do the same. She leads you out of the store and down a little alley next to it. At the end of the alley she unlocks the front door to a nice-looking house and leads you inside. You both stand there for a moment. <<brianna "So, what was it you forgot?">> she asks. <<you "Take off your clothes and I'll show you.">> you say, unbuckling your belt. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-brianna1a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg briannahouse>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2110.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You decide to play dumb and just let her approach you. You're pretty sure she's into you, and that she's legitimately a sex addict to some degree. She'll come to you... then you'll get to cum in her (if all goes according to plan). You continue your shopping, trying to look oblivious. After a few minutes, you turn down an aisle and see her standing right in front of you. She's smiling, looking right at you. <<brianna "So, let me guess. Your plan was to ignore me and then I'd be SO overwhelmingly horny that I'd just throw myself at you?">> she asks. From her annoyed tone, you think you may have made a mistake here. <<you "Umm... did it work?">> you ask. She says nothing. She walks up to you and puts down her shopping basket. She takes yours and puts it down on the floor as well. She takes you by the hand, leads you out of the store and down an alley next to it. You want to ask where she's taking you, but you wisely stay silent. At the end of the alley, she unlocks the front door to a nice house and leads you inside. You don't even have time to look around, she's leading you back to the bedroom. She takes off your clothes and pushes you down onto the bed. She strips down herself, gets on the bed with you, and just before she wraps her luscious lips around your now rock hard cock, she whispers, <<brianna "It worked.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-brianna2a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/brianna/briannamonday217.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalook.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasassy.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannahorny.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalook1.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>Brianna is pretty hot. That's not the issue. The issue is that... to be honest... you need a break. Ever since you got here to Harrington it's been like a non-stop boner fest. Your poor dick just needs a break. Maybe she won't even notice you, but if she does... you can't fuck her. Not right now at least. You continue shopping, trying not to pay Brianna any attention. Then, suddenly, you feel a hand squeezing your ass and hear a voice whispering in your ear, <<brianna "I've never cum like you made me cum last week.">> she says. Well... she's not subtle, is she? You turn around to face her. She's standing extremely close to you and giving you a mischevious little smile. <<you "Well, anything worth doing is worth doing right.">> you say. She leans in even closer, her body now touching yours. <<brianna "You wanna come back to my place then?">> she asks. Now here's where you need to stand firm (figuratively). <<you "I can't. I'm really busy today.">> you say. She looks at you like she absolutely does not believe you. <<brianna "Come on! I'll make it quick!">> she says. You've seen her amazing athletic body. You know she could finish you off in about a minute or two if she was really trying. But you need to restrain yourself. You give her a smile. <<you "I can't. I mean i'm already running late.">> you say, reaching for your phone to check the time. But it's not in your pocket. That's strange. Where is it? She seems to sense the look of worry on your face and drops her act a bit. <<brianna "What's wrong?">> she asks. <<you "My phone. I thought I had it...">> you say. She gives you the horny smile again. <<brianna "How about I give you a ride back to your place and help you look for it?">> she asks. Damn she's horny. I really think she's a legit sex addict. <<you "Oh no you don't. You can't fool me that easily.">> you say. She giggles. <<brianna "OK fine. You can't blame a gal for trying.">> she says. <<you "We'll see each other again soon.">> you assure her. <<brianna "We better.">> she says. She leans in and gives you a little kiss then you two part ways. You're still fixated on your missing phone as you leave the store and wait for your bus. <<set $brianna.third=3>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/brianna/briannahorny.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannastrip.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasassy.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>It seems like she's really turned on by being watched by strangers. Hell, she nearly stripped down for you at the park,<<if $brianna.second == 5>> she let you watch her shower, and you even jerked it in front of her,<<else>><</if>> so she's gotta be into that kinda shit, right? You shouldn't spoil this. You need to remain a stranger to her in order to keep her interest, you think. She's noticed you now. You're both casually shopping, but every so often, you look up and make eye contact with each other. She keeps giving you horny little looks. You eye her up and down, making no effort to hide your sexual desires. It seems to make her even hornier. She's near the back of the store, out of view of the clerk, when she starts to take of articles of clothing and give you a nice view of her athletic body. It looks just as good as you remember. You're getting hard. Your cock is tenting in your pants, but you don't care. Good thing you decided to come to the store early today. You two seem to still have it all to yourselves, except the clerk, of course. But he seems to be oblivious. She's full on stripping down for you at this point, right here in the store. You wonder if there are security cameras in here. That reminds you... you should get some more pics! You reach for your pocket only to find that your phone is not there. Hmmm... That's not good. Where could it be. You're distracted now, and she seems to notice. When you look back at her, she has a confused and frustrated look on her face. You should be paying attention to her, but you can't stop thinking about your missing phone. Finally, she seems to give up. She pays for her groceries and heads out of the store. You do the same, still trying to remember the last time you had your phone. <<set $brianna.third=5>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/brianna/briannalook.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasideeye.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasassy.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>Time to stop being the anonymous pervert and introduce yourself. She let you take creepshots, <<if $brianna.second == 5>>she let you jerk off to her in the shower,<<else>><</if>> surely she's into you, right? Only one way to find out. Time to take the plunge. You look over at the woman and realize, she's noticed you. She keeps looking up at you every few seconds. She even shoots you a slutty little smile from time to time. You're now totally convinced that she wants the pipe. You look right at her and start walking towards her, smiling. As you get closer, though, she starts to look a little confused. By the time you're next to her, she looks... frustrated? <<you "Hey.">> you say. She gives you a little half smile and nods, not saying anything. What's going on here? <<you "What do you say we stop all this foreplay and get to it?">> you say. Bold. No guts, no glory. She shakes her head. <<brianna "You're ruining it!">> she says. <<you "Ruining what?">> you ask. She looks at you like you're an idiot. You're starting to agree with her. <<brianna "Look, I gotta go.">> she says. <<you "But you just got here!">> you say. She just rolls her eyes then turns and leaves. Looks like she wanted you to be the anonymous pervert. Will you be able to salvage this in the future? Who knows. You finish up your shopping and head back outside to catch the bus. On your way, you reach for your phone to check the time. It's not in your pocket. You fucked up with that woman and you lost your phone. This is just not your day. You'll have to look for it later when you get home. <<set $brianna.third=4>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/brianna/briannanotnotice1.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalaugh.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasmile.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You can't stand any further embarrassment. You don't know what you would even say to this woman if you talked to her, so you decide to just get out of there before she even notices you. That may be easier said than done. You put your grocery basket down and sneak your way to the door, trying to turn your head away so she can't see your face if she happens to look at you. Just as you approach the door, the clerk stops you and asks if you need anything. You are about to tell him "no," when you realize that the woman has seen you. She's looking right at you with a smile. <<brianna "Hey! It's Tinkle Toes!">> she says with a laugh. Great. Another embarrassing nickname to add to the pile with Sex Teacher, Captain Creepy, and god knows what else everyone's been calling you. You freeze. She starts walking up to you. Just as she's about to reach you, you turn and literally run out the door. You hear her giggling behind you as you leave. Then you realize, you may have miscalculated. You have to wait for the bus, and the stop is right next to the store. Great getaway plan, moron. You sit there for a few minutes waiting, then you see her leaving the store. She looks at you and smiles. You are mortified. <<brianna "Bye bye, Tinkle Toes!">> she says, and she walks down the alley next to the store and out of sight. You're embarrassed and you just want to get out of there. Where is the damn bus when you need it?! You reach in your pocket to check the time on your phone, but it's not there. Well that's just great. You lost your phone now. You'll have to look for it when you get home. You get on the bus when it arrives and take it over to Bellend Tower to see if you can get a status update on the rat situation. At least you won't run into that woman again... probably. <<set $brianna.third=9>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/brianna/briannalook1.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasmile1.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasassy.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasmile.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalaugh.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>Although you were absolutely mortified by using the wrong bathroom, and you ran out of there as fast as you could, she didn't seem upset. In fact, she laughed it off. It's probably best to just bite the bullet and go over and introduce yourself. As you walk up to her, she turns to look at you. She smiles. <<you "I thought I'd come introduce myself.">> you say. <<brianna "Good.">> she says. <<brianna "I've been wondering what your name was. I've just been calling you Tinkle Toes.">> she says. You shake your head. <<you "To whom?">> you ask. <<brianna "To everyone I've told the story to.">> she says. You're really embarrassed. She's been telling everyone about your mistake, and calling you Tinkle Toes to boot. She seems to sense your humiliation. <<brianna "Oh come on. It's just a joke.">> she says, giving you a little pat on the arm. <<you "It's so embarrassing.">> you say. <<brianna "Sure, maybe. But it's a funny story, you have to admit.">> she says. It's true... but you wish you weren't the butt of the joke. <<brianna "I'm sorry.">> she says. <<brianna "I won't call you that.">> <<you "Thanks.">> you say. <<brianna "But I don't know your name.">> she says. <<you "It's $you.fakefirstName. $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> you say. She reaches out and shakes your hand. <<brianna "Brianna Benson. Nice to meet you.">> she says. There's an awkward silence as the two of your shake hands for a little longer than is comfortable. You try to make a joke. <<set $brianna.third=8>> <<you "I swear I washed my hands.">> It takes her a second to get it, but she laughs out loud. <<brianna "Good!">> she says between laughs. You chuckle too. <<brianna "Well, listen, I'm in a rush but I'll see you around maybe?">> she says. <<you "I hope so.">> you say. You both smile and part ways. She pays for her groceries and leaves. After a few minutes, you do the same. On your way out to the bus stop, you think, "I should have asked for her number." You reach to your pocket, instinctively, to check your phone, but it's not there. Great. So you lost your phone now. Oh well. You'll have to look for it when you get back home. Hopefully it's there somewhere. You sit down at the bus stop and wait for your bus. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasmile.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalaugh.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasmile1.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasassy.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasmile.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalaugh.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You should just go talk to her. Sure, it was a little embarrasing the last time you saw her, but it was an honest mistake, and she seemed really friendly. You look back over at her and see that she's noticed you. She's looking at you with a smile on her face. You walk over to talk to her. <<you "You just won't leave me alone, will you?">> you say with a smile. <<brianna "I guess not! You're gonna have to talk to me.">> she says, smiling back. <<you "Well. OK. If I HAVE to.">> you say with exaggerated sarcasm. She giggles and gives you a light slap on the arm. <<brianna "Stop. You know you like me.">> she says. That's pretty bold, but accurate. <<you "You're growing on me, Brianna.">> you say. <<brianna "You remembered my name!">> she says happily. <<you "How could I forget?">> you say. It was a pretty memorable encounter after all. <<you "And did you remember mine?">> you ask. <<brianna "Nope. I've just been calling you Tinkle Toes.">> she says with a mischevious grin. You roll your eyes. <<you "Great. Add that to the pile of nicknames I already have.">> you say. <<brianna "Like what?">> she asks. <<you "Sex Teacher, Captain Creepy, Professor Pervert... the list goes on.">> you say. <<brianna "Sex Teacher and Professor Pervert I get. But who's been calling you Captain Creepy?">> she asks. You think about trying to explain that particular nickname, but... <<you "It's a long story.">> you say. She looks a little suspicious of you, but seems to let it go. <<brianna "Well listen, Tinkle Toes, I'm in a bit of a rush this morning, but we should hang out sometime.">> she says. Sounds like a good idea to you. <<you "Sure. Can I call you?">> you ask. <<brianna "Of course! Let me give you my number.">> she says. You reach for your phone. Then, you realize it's not in your pocket. Strange. She notices the perplexed look on your face. <<brianna "What's wrong?">> she asks. <<you "I don't know where my phone is. I thought I had it.">> you say. You're more than a little worried about losing it. Where could it be? <<brianna "Well, I'm sure it will turn up. How about you give me your number instead?">> she says. <<you "OK.">> you reply. She hands you her phone and you put your number in with the name Tinkle Toes. After all, women like guys with a good sense of humor, right? Seems so, given that she giggles when she sees it. <<brianna "OK I got to go. I'll call you, Tink.">> she says. You just shake your head and she smiles and gives you a little kiss on the cheek. She pays for her groceries and heads out the door. You soon do the same. You wait at the bus stop wondering where you could have left your phone. <<set $brianna.third=6>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/brianna/briannasmile.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalaugh.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasmile1.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannasassy.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <img src="images/brianna/briannalaugh.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're still a little embarrased by your awkward encounter in the women's bathroom. Even though Brianna seemed to be fine with it, you don't want her to think you're a creep or a stalker or something. Best to let her approach you first. You continue shopping and try not to stare at her. After a few minutes, you hear her voice from behind you. <<brianna "Were you just going to ignore me?">> she asks. Oops. Maybe she did want you to come talk to her. You turn to address her. <<you "Well... I didn't want you to think I was a creep or something. You know... given our last meeting.">> you say. She chuckles. <<brianna "Well what if I already think you're a creep?">> she says with a sarcastic smile. <<you "Then I guess I really blew it.">> you say, hanging your head. <<you "I'll leave you alone forever now.">> you say. You're joking, of course, and she knows it. She giggles at you and grabs you by the arm. <<brianna "Oh no you don't">> she says. <<brianna "You might be a creep, but you're my creep now.">> she says. <<you "Shit... I wasn't expecting that.">> you say. It's true, you weren't. She seems to be really into you. <<brianna "I mean, I've told all my friends about you, Tinkle Toes.">> she says. <<you "Tinkle Toes?">> you ask. She smiles. <<brianna "Yeah. It's better than $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName, don't you think?">> she asks with a big grin. <<you "I have so many nicknames at this point. Sure. Fine. Tinkle Toes it is.">> you say. She seems curious about your other nicknames but doesn't ask. <<brianna "Well, listen. I'm in a bit of a rush. But can I call you sometime?">> she asks. <<you "Sure!">> you say. She gets her phone out and you put in your number. She takes it back, then changes the contact name to Tinkle. She shows it to you with a smile. <<you "Ha Ha.">> you say, sardonically. She giggles. <<brianna "OK then, I'll call you.">> she says. She pays for her groceries and heads out. You instinctively reach for your pocket to check your phone, then realize it's not there. That's strange. You're a bit worried about where you might have left it. You'll have to look for it later when you get home. You pay for your groceries and head outside to wait for the bus. <<set $brianna.third=7>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg briannahouse>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday717.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday718.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday719.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday7110.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday7111.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday7112.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>Brianna goes to work on your cock like she's training for the fellatiolympics. She has absolutely no problem sucking you off with her mouth, her throat, her hand, and her spirit. She's one truly motivated cocksucker. You give her perfect ass a couple squeezes and light smacks while she's working. This seems to only encourage her to work even harder sucking you off. She takes just a momentary break, just long enough to catch her breath, spit on your cock, and then it's right back to work. With this kind of motivation, you wonder what's next. You don't have to wait long to find out. Brianna pulls your cock out of her mouth and straddles you, sliding your cock into her waiting pussy with one smooth stroke. Then she starts furiously bouncing her hips up and down, fucking herself with your cock as hard and fast and deep as she can. You can barely keep your two hands on her firm ass as she grinds viciously up and down on your dick. She's really using you for every inch of cock you have. You're happy to be used. Only now do you really understand what Bill Withers was talking about in that song. Brianna seemingly tires of this position. She pops herself off your cock and turns around to face the other way. You keep your hands on her ass to help support her weight. You can't see really what she's doing, but you feel her grab your cock and put it back in before she continues bouncing. Something's different though. It's tighter than before... and she's moaning harder than before. Guess what? You're in a butt. This is new territory for you with Brianna. And you didn't even have to convince her. After a while, she slides off of you and gets on her hands and knees on the bed. She sticks her ass out at you. <<brianna "In my ass! NOW!">> she demands. <<you "Yes ma'am.">> you say with a little salute. She giggles at that. You slide into her tight asshole again and fuck her from behind. She's really good at this. She keeps herself in the perfect position to allow you to assfuck her. Your strokes are long and deep and with each one she seems to get ever more excited. You are getting a little too excited as well. You pull out to stop from cumming. She rolls onto her side and you both catch ytour breath. She lifts her leg, spreading her asshole and waiting for you to enter her. It's homestretch time. You slide in and pump her ass from the side while she grabs your hand and giggles gleefully. Her ass is now so worked out it's not really resisting you at all. You freely pump away at it until you can feel your load making it's way to the surface. There's no time now. So you pull out. You're about to cum when she moans, <<brianna "On my face! Cum on my face!">> You awkwardly maneuver your cock right over her face as she lies back and opens her mouth, just in time for you to let loose a huge load all over her. When you've finished, she makes sure to use her mouth to clean off your cock. You fall onto the bed, spent. Your head is at her feet and vice versa. The two of you lie there, recovering for several minutes. Then you sit up to talk to her. But she's dead asleep. That really took it out of her, apparently. You get up, clean up, and get dressed. You take one last look at Brianna, smile, and head back to the store to finish your shopping and catch the bus to campus. <<empathyGain 1>> <<briannaloveGain 1>> <<briannaloyaltyGain 1>> <<set $brianna.third=2>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-briannaafter">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg briannahouse>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday711.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday712.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday713.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday714.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday715.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/brianna/briannasaturday716.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You don't have to convince Brianna any more than that. She strips to her underwear in seconds and soon you've got that belt around her neck and are destroying her throat with your cock. She simply takes it, submissively without resistance. You pull out to give her a breath. <<you "More?">> you ask. She nods. <<brianna "Please.">> she says, breathlessly. You would've given her more reagardless. You pound away at her throat some more for several minutes. Every time you pull out to let her breathe, she says, <<brianna "More.">> So you give her more. But you're tired of her throat. You've fucked it, and her pussy, before. a few times in fact. You want to make that leap to the next frontier. The anal fontier. You suddenly spin her around and shove your entire hard wet cock into her asshole without warning. She yelps but doesn't resist as you savagely pound her hole. You grab her head and pull it towards you so you can whisper in her ear. <<you "I'm going to ruin your asshole you little whore.">> you say. <<brianna "Do it! Break my fucking whore asshole!">> she moans. Well, she asked for it, right? You suddenly pull out and forcefully flip Brianna over on to her back. You push her legs back so her knees are near her head, take one look at her gaping red asshole, and plunge into it, fucking it harder, deeper and faster than before. She winces and closes her eyes, but keeps moaning, <<brianna "Break my whore asshole!">> and you oblige. You're ready to see how many positions she can handle, so you pull out and sit on the couch. You look at her and point to your cock. Without hesitation or question, she climbs atop you and lowers her now gaping asshole onto it. You grab her ass with both hands and start hammering. Midway thtough the pummeling, you undo her bra and she throws it on the floor. You roughly suck and bite her nipples which seems to make her moans even more orgasmic. But now it's time for the grand finale. The triple axle of assfucking, as it were. Reverse Cowgirl. <<you "Turn around!">> you command. She obediently does so and before can say sodomy, she's got your cock back in her ass. She balances skillfully on your lap, with a little help. You support her ass as you pump up into it from beneath. She throws her head back and moans in orgasmic passion. You're about to do the same. You push her off. <<you "On your knees.">> you say. She gets down on her knees on the floor like a good little whore. She assumes the position of a whore: eyes closed, head tilted back, mouth open, ready for cum. You grab the back of her head and unleash white, sticky hell upon her pretty face. She takes it all with a smile and even a giggle. She's pretty happy for someone who's not gonna shit right for days. But I guess that just comes with the territory when you're a filthy little anal whore like Brianna. You start to get dressed as she just lies there on her living room floor, covered in your cum. She smiles at you, but you just look at her, blankly for a moment, then make to leave. As you head out the door she calls after you, <<brianna "Thank you, sir!">> Now that makes you smile. <<brutalityGain 1>> <<briannacorruptionGain 1>> <<briannaloyaltyGain 1>> <<set $brianna.third=1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-briannaafter">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="admin" class="left"> <</nobr>>The shuttle bus drops you at Bellend Tower and you get out and head inside. The building is very quiet. You're not sure if anyone is even here, but you head back to $barbie.name's office just in case. She may be here, working on the weekend. And if so, you might be able to get an update on the rats situation. It would be nice to know if your building is gonna be all de-verminized before class on Monday. You arrive at her office and find the door closed. You take a quick listen at the door and hear nothing. Better knock. You knock and hear no response. You knock again with the same result. You check the doorknob and it's locked. Looks like she's not here. Shit. Well, you think... at least you tried. You head back outside to catch the bus. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/alida/alidasunday123.jpg" alt="alida frown" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/emptyparking.jpg" alt="empty parking spot" class="left"> <img src="images/alida/alidamad3.jpg" alt="alida mad" class="left"> <</nobr>>The two of you get dressed and manage to go back through the store and pay for your groceries without anyone knowing of your little excursion. That clerk must be blind, deaf, and/or stupid. You're heading out on the sidewalk and about say your goodbyes to Alida when she angrily yells, <<alida "Fuck Me!">> <<if $alida.second==8>><<you "I guess I could... but you need to give me a few minutes to get ready again.">> you say.<<else>><<you "Didn't we just...">> you say in a whisper.<</if>> She doesn't seem to appreciate your joke. <<alida "My car is gone!">> she says. You look around and do not see her car. <<you "Stolen?">> you ask. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. <<alida "No.">> she says. She points to a sign by the street. You take a look at it. "NO PARKING. TOW ZONE. BY ORDER OF HARRINGTON DEPARTMENT OF... blah blah blah." <<you "Ouch.">> you say. You look at the sign again. <<you "How do you even know where to go get your car? It doesn't give an address or a phone number on the sign?">> you say. She shakes her head again. <<alida "Chester.">> she says. <<you "Chester? Who's that?">> you ask. <<alida "He's the asshole who has my car.">> she says. She whips out her phone and calls someone. She doesn't put the number in, it's already a contact in her phone. <<alida "Hello?!... CHESTER you inbred little fuck! I was only parked there for like thirty minutes!">> she screams. <<alida "Don't you fucking laugh at me you little prick!">> she yells. She looks at you and mouths the word, "Sorry." It's clear she's gonna be busy for a while. You head over towards the bus stop and hear her yelling as you walk away, <<alida "Of course I'm gonna pay for it! I always do, don't I?... Yes...I SAID YES!!">> she screams. <<alida "FINE! Now COME PICK ME UP!!">> She hangs up the phone and walks towards you. She sits with you at the bus stop. <<you "So I'm guessing this isn't the first time Chester has towed your car?">> you ask. She just rolls her eyes. <<you "And he's going to give you a ride to the garage so you can get your car back?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "Wow. Now that's service!">> you say with a big dumb smile. She gives you a dirty look. Just then the bus arrives. You get on and as you do, you look back at her. <<you "Good luck.">> you say. She just frowns. It's turning out to be a bad day for Alida, it seems. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/saturday7/pocket.jpg" alt="hand in pocket" class="left"> <</nobr>>You head to the bus stop to wait for the shuttle. It's been a weird morning already, and you're not sure what time it is. You instinctively reach for your phone in your pocket to check, but find it empty. "That's not good," you think to yourself. You don't usually forget your phone. You wonder if it's at home. It probably is. You try to think of the last time you remember having it, but you can't quite pin it down. Great. So you may have lost it somewhere in that mess of a party last night. Not much you can do about it now, best to get on with your day and look for it later. Hopefully it's just at home or something like that. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>>

<<if $maria.second==5>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprofessional.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Upon exiting the building, you reach for your pocket to check the time on your phone. It's still not there, dummy. You remember it's lost. You shake your head. <<you "Stupid.">> you say to yourself. You turn to head back to the bus stop when you see someone you recognize heading your direction. It's the big-tittied Latina bitch who threw you in the pool. That ended up waterlogging and nearly destroying your phone. Luckily the "bag of rice" trick worked and you managed to salvage it (only to lose it later, dummy). She also kicked you in the nuts. It's been a rocky start to the relationship. She's noticed you. You don't feel like getting kicked in the junk again, so you really only have two options here. You could just <<link "walk right past her like she doesn't exist," "saturday 7-maria4">><</link>> or you could <<link "try to call for some sort of truce with her," "saturday 7-maria5">><</link>> <<elseif $maria.second == 6>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprofessional.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosorry.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosassy.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Upon exiting the building, you reach for your pocket to check the time on your phone. It's still not there, dummy. You remember it's lost. You shake your head. <<you "Stupid.">> you say to yourself. You turn to head back to the bus stop when you see someone you recognize heading your direction. It's Maria, looking as plump and fit as ever. The two of you got off to a rocky start, granted, but now it seems like all is forgiven. She smiles at you and waves. You approach her. <<you "Hey Maria.">> you say. <<maria "Hey there!">> she replies. <<maria "How's it going?">> she asks. You shake your head an roll your eyes. <<you "Well... not great.">> you say. <<maria "Why not?">> she asks. <<maria "Wait... it's not your phone is it? I meant to ask you about that. Did you get it fixed?">> <<you "Yeah, I dried it off and it works. But now I think I lost it last night.">> you say. <<maria "Oh shit! That sucks. Sorry.">> she says. <<maria "What was going on last night?">> she asks. You are about to tell her, when you stop yourself. Better to keep quiet about last night. <<you "Oh, you know. Same old Friday night.">> you say. It's clear she can tell you're holding something back, but she doesn't push. She changes the subject instead. <<maria "So, do you teach here too? I teach Theater Arts.">> she says. <<you "Yes. Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> you say. <<maria "Ahh! The Sex Teacher.">> she says with a smile. You're just never gonna get away from that nickname. <<you "Yes. The Sex Teacher.">> you reply. She smiles, but then realizes something. <<maria "Wait, so... you're in the... the 'Rat' building?">> she asks. You just nod. She giggles. <<maria "No wonder you're having a bad day!">> she says. You don't laugh, and now you can tell she feels a little awkward that she did. <<maria "You wanna talk about it?">> she asks. <<link "YES" "saturday 7-maria6">><</link>> <<link "NO" "saturday 7-maria7">><</link>> <<elseif $maria.second gt 6>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprofessional.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile1.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Upon exiting the building, you reach for your pocket to check the time on your phone. It's still not there, dummy. You remember it's lost. You shake your head. <<you "Stupid.">> you say to yourself. You turn to head back to the bus stop when you see someone you recognize heading your direction. It's Maria, looking as plump and fit as ever. You were initially quite intimidated by how beautiful she is. Actually, you still are, kind of. But you managed to talk to her last time you two met, and she seems to like you. She even gave you a little kiss on the cheek. She sees you and smiles wide as she approaches. You smile back, and when she gets close enough, she gives you a big hug and another kiss on the cheek. <<maria "Hey $you.fakefirstName!">> she says. <<you "Hi!">> you reply with a smile. <<maria "I didn't expect to see you here.">> she says. <<maria "Wait, do you work here?">> she asks. <<you "I do, yeah.">> you say. She smiles excitedly. <<maria "Wow! cool!">> she says. <<maria "What do you teach?">> she asks. You feel a little nervous telling her, but there's no point in keeping it secret. <<you "Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> you say. She giggles. <<maria "Sex Teacher! Yeah, Barbie mentioned there was gonna be a new one!">> she says. You're not a fan of the Sex Teacher moniker, but it's not going anywhere anytime soon. You'll need to just live with it. <<you "Yep. That's me. The Sexy Sex Teacher.">> you say, jokingly. <<maria "Woo! Yeah! I like the confidence!">> she says. You laugh. <<you "So what do you teach?">> you ask. <<maria "Theater Arts.">> she says. <img src="images/maria/mariaprosorry.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"><<you "Ah! An actress!">> you say. The smile drops from her face momentarily replaced by a look of nervousness. Then she smiles again. <<maria "I guess so!">> she says. It's loaded heavily with fake confidence. Something about that exchange shook her a little. You're curious, but you decide just to let it be. <<you "So what brings you to campus?">> you ask. She's about to say something when you can see she seems to get a better idea. <<maria "If you're not too busy, I'll show you. What do you say?">> she asks. <<link "I've got some time, let's go!" "saturday 7-maria8">><</link>> <<link "I've gotta catch this bus. But maybe some other time?" "saturday 7-maria9">><</link>> <<else>><<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprofessional.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosassy.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaproslutty.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Upon exiting the building, you reach for your pocket to check the time on your phone. It's still not there, dummy. You remember it's lost. You shake your head. <<you "Stupid.">> you say to yourself. You turn to head back to the bus stop when you see someone you recognize heading your direction. It's Maria, and she looks red hot as always. She sees you approaching and gets a horny looking smile on her face. You approach her and when she gets close, she wraps her arms around you and kisses you on the lips. <<you "OK, so we're just doing this in public now?">> you ask. She pulls away. <<maria "I can leave if you want.">> she says, displeased. <<you "No no. I was just a bit surprised.">> you say. She smiles. <<maria "Well, don't worry. There's no one here anyway.">> she says. You look around. She's right. This part of campus is totally empty on a Saturday. <<maria "What are you doing here?">> she asks. <<you "Trying to see if there are still thousands of rats running around my building.">> you say. She laughs. <<maria "Oh yeah. I forgot you were in that building. That sucks.">> she says. <<you "Yeah. Thanks for your sympathy.">> you say, sarcastically. She laughs again. <<maria "I'm sorry. How about I help you take your mind off of it.">> she says. Is she asking what I think she's asking? <<maria "Besides, I need someone's help with something.">> Ahh. Maybe she just genuinely needs help with something. How do you feel about this? <<link "She's just using you, and you don't like being used. You need to teach her a lesson about respect." "saturday 7-maria1">><</link>> <<link "She's coming on to you again. Play along and you'll get your dick wet!" "saturday 7-maria2">><</link>> <<link "She's hot, but you gotta catch that bus. Best to just leave." "saturday 7-maria3">><</link>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprofessional.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosassy1.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosassy.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariapropouty.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosorry.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>As much as you'd like to just give her a piece of your mind, the last time you tried that, she nearly knocked your nuts into your chest. It's not something you want to repeat, so you just decide that this bitch is not worth it. Just ghost her. Pretend like she's not even there. You keep walking towards her at a steady pace. As she gets closer, you can see her bitchy face looking right at you. She's itching for a fight, it seems. She approaches you and stops walking. It looks like she's expecting you to do the same. <<maria "Oh look. It's the creep. How're your balls, creep?">> she asks. You look right at her with a completely non-chalant expression, as if she's an insignificant nobody (which she is). You walk right past her without saying anything. You hear her huffing to herself in an annoyed way as you keep walking away. <<maria "What the fuck? You're not even going to say anything?">> she asks. You keep walking, leaving her standing there with her bitch face on, and sit down at the bus stop to wait for the bus. After a moment or two, you hear footsteps coming up behind you. Then, she's there, standing with her arms crossed and her bitchy face pointed right at you. <<maria "OK, I get it. You're just gonna ignore me?">> she asks. You give no response. It makes her angrier. <<maria "Fine! You know what? I don't even care!">> she says, angrily. You keep ignoring her. You expect she's going to leave, but she doesn't. She keeps standing there. It's like she doesn't know what to do next. After a few more silent moments of you ignoring her, she speaks up again, this time a little less angrily. <<maria "This is all your fault anyway, you know?">> she says. <<maria "If you hadn't have been such a jerk, none of this would have happened.">> she says. You remain silent. You don't even look at her. Then, after a few more silent moments, <<maria "I mean... it's not like I enjoyed hurting you. I'm not that kind of person, you know.">> she says. Interesting. The anger is gone from her tone. It sounds like she might actually be trying to apologize. You remain silent. <<maria "I just get angry and I can't control myself sometimes.">> she says. You keep ignoring her. <<maria "OK, OK. I get why you're doing this.">> she says as you see the bus pulling in. You stand up to board it and she grabs your arm to stop you. You turn to face her. She speaks. <<maria "Look, I guess I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry.">> You look at her blankly for a moment. She gives you a weak smile. She's extended an olive branch to you. You say nothing, turn away, and board the bus. As you do, you hear her behind you, <<maria "OK WELL FUCK YOU THEN!!">> she yells. Haha! Got her! <<set $maria.third=4>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprofessional.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosorry.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosassy.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>As much as you'd like to just give her a piece of your mind, the last time you tried that, she nearly knocked your nuts into your chest. It's not something you want to repeat, so you just decide that it's not worth it. Time to be the bigger person and apologize. As she approaches, you can see she's getting ready for another fight. She's got her bitch face on and she's looking right at you. As you get closer, you cover your junk with your hands. <<you "NOT THE NUTS!">> you say, loudly enough that anyone nearby certainly heard it as well. The bitchy look drops from her face and she giggles. Your joke worked, it seems. <<you "The left one still hurts!">> you say. She giggles more, she can hardly control herself. <<you "And the right one is depressed all the time now!">> you say. She laughs even harder. You smile at her. This seems to have broken the tension. You look right at her and extend your hand for a handshake. <<you "Truce?">> you ask. She looks a little suspicious of you. <<you "Let's talk.">> you suggest. She gives you one last suspicious look. <<maria "Fine.">> she says. <<you "Good. First, I'm sorry about the pool thing. It was stupid, and I shouldn't have done it.">> you say. She seems to like this. <<maria "OK. I accept.">> she says. <<maria "I'm sorry I kicked your nuts into the next century.">> You shake your head. She smiles. <<you "Accepted... I guess.">> you say. There's an awkward silence. You try to break it. <<you "So, I take it you work here too?">> you ask. She smiles and nods. <<you "So it's probably a good thing that we've apologized to each other.">> you say. She nods again. <<maria "Yeah.">> she says. Silence again. <<maria "What's your name, anyway?">> she asks. <<you "$you.fakefirstName.">> you say. <<maria "Maria.">> she says. She shakes your hand. Then you see the bus pulling up to the station. <<you "That's my bus. I gotta go.">> you say. As you walk away, she asks you something. <<maria "Hey, was your phone OK?">> <<you "Yes. And no. It's a long story.">> you reply. She looks a little puzzled but she just shrugs. <<maria "OK. Good luck then, I guess.">> she says. She turns around and walks away. You board the bus and ride away from campus. <<set $maria.third=5>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosorry.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosassy.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosorry.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprofessional.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You think about it for a moment, then realize that it would be nice to talk to someone about the current shittiness of your situation. Even if you're just venting for a few minutes. <<you "Yeah, maybe I do.">> you say. The two of you walk over to the bus stop and sit down. She waits for you to start. <<you "What do I even say?">> you ask. <<maria "Anything.">> she says. <<you "OK. I HATE FUCKING RATS!">> you say. She laughs. <<you "Oh, you laugh at my misery?">> you ask. She tries to stop but can't. She keeps laughing. <<maria "I'm sorry! It's just kinda funny!">> she says. You smile a little. <<you "Yeah... for you. I'm the one who has to work in that building!">> you say. <<you "I was coming here to see if there was some sort of update on the situation, but Dean Whitman isn't there.">> <<maria "Oh, I saw her earlier.">> she says. <<you "Did you ask her about the rats?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<maria "No. She was walking away. She looked kinda stressed so I didn't bother her.">> she says. Great. No help. <<you "I assume the Theater Arts teacher doesn't have much reason to visit the Psychology and Biology building.">> you say. <<maria "Nope. I'm all good.">> she says with a little smile. You shake your head. <<you "I really don't know what I'm gonna do if they haven't sorted out the situation by Monday.">> you say. <<you "We're kinda just gonna have to wing it... so to speak.">> you say. <<maria "Well, it's not like you really NEED your classroom, right?">> she asks. <<maria "I mean, you can have a discussion class pretty much anywhere.">> she says. <<you "Yes, that's true. But my office is in there too. And I have to conduct counseling sessions with students if they need it. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that.">> you say. She doesn't seem to have an answer for that, but the look on her face at least tells you that she feels for you. Just then, you see the bus pulling in. You get up and she does to. She gives you a hug. You feel the warm touch of her big soft breasts against your body. It feels nice. <<maria "Well, good luck. I hope it all works out for you. Don't worry too much. I'm sure you'll get through it.">> she says. <<you "Thanks, Maria.">> you say with a smile. You two part ways, you on the bus back to your apartment, she off to somewhere else on campus. <<set $maria.third=6>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosorry.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're not really in the mood to talk about any of your current problems. You barely know Maria, and even though the two of you seem to have a tentative peace between you, you're not sure you can trust her. You wouldn't want to accidentally slip up and tell her something she shouldn't know, so it's best, for now, just to deny her. <<you "No, I'll be OK. Just a bad couple days.">> you say. She looks like she wants to press, but doesn't. <<maria "OK, I just wanted to check. If you change your mind, I'll be in the Fine Arts Building all day. My office is in the Theater Arts Department in the back of the building.">> she says. <<you "OK. Thanks for asking though.">> you say. <<maria "No problem.">> she says. With that, she gives you a little hug that makes you feel a little better, and she's off towards the Fine Arts Building. You head to the bus stop and catch the bus back home. <<set $maria.third=7>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprofessional.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Maria's looking mighty fine today (well, probably every day, if we're being honest here). But you're in a rush. You need to get home and look for your phone. You just don't like being without it. Besides, you've got your groceries with you, and you need to get those home too. As much as you'd like to see exactly how Maria plans to help you "take your mind off of it," you think it's best to decline. <<you "I would love to, but I'm really in a rush.">> you say. She looks like she can't believe what you're saying. You figure she's not used to being turned down often. <<maria "Really?">> she asks. <<you "Yeah, I gotta catch this next bus.">> you say. She gives you a little frown. <<you "Are you mad?">> you ask. She shrugs and her frown turns to a little smile. <<maria "No. You do what you gotta do, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. She leans in and gives you a kiss, but this time on the cheek. Just then the bus pulls up and you two part ways. As you sit on the bus, you wonder if you just friend-zoned yourself with Maria. You hope not. <<set $maria.third=3>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="finearts" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariastrip.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariacostume1.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariacostume2.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariacostume3.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaproslutty1.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaelevator.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>Maria seems really excited to have you come with her to "help" with something. You're pretty sure what she wants help with. After all... this girl's a freak. She proved that the last time you saw her. Go with her, see what she wants, and probably end up naked with her. <<you "Sure, I'm happy to help.">> you say. She smiles wide and the two of you head over to the other side of campus. You enter the Fine Arts Building and she takes you back to the Theater Arts section. You both take an elevator down to the basement where you find a room full of costumes and props. The back corner of the room is set up like an office with a desk and a little sitting area. This must be hers. <<maria "Here we are!">> she says, excitedly. She closes the door and immediately starts taking off her clothes. HERE WE GO! You start taking your clothes off too when she sees you and starts laughing. You're confused. <<maria "What do you think is happening?">> she asks. <<you "Umm... sexy time?">> you say. She laughs again. <<maria "Look, I like you, but I really do need your help. I need your opinion on some costumes.">> she says. OK, makes sense now why she started to get undressed. You feel a little embarrased. <<you "Oh. Gotcha.">> you say, buckling your belt. She giggles again and goes behind a costume rack to get changed. After a minute or two she steps back out, this time wearing a costume. <<maria "So? What do you think?">> she asks. You're not sure. <<you "You haven't even told me what show you're doing.">> you remind her. She rolls her eyes. <<maria "Of course. I'm so stupid!">> she chastises herself. <<maria "It's West Side Story.">> she says. You immediately wonder how they're gonna pull off West Side Story at an all girls school, but you don't want to open that can of worms. You look at the costume, now with context. It looks pretty damn good. <<you "Looks like a perfect outfit for one of the Sharks' girls.">> you say. She giggles. <<maria "Exactly! Those are the costumes I've been working on. Here, let me show you another.">> she says. She ducks behind the rack and puts on a new costume. This one is even hotter than the last. It's more revealing. Too reavealing, maybe, for a stage musical at a reform school... but you're not about to tell her that. <<you "Wow! I think that's even better than the last one.">> you say. She smiles. <<maria "So... what is it about this one that you like better?">> she asks. You want to tell her that it's because it's skimpier, and you like skimpy. But... <<you "I think it really captures the... character... well.">> you say. She raises and eyebrow, suspiciously. <<maria "Sure.">> she says. She smiles and changes into another costume. You stand there, patiently waiting for her to emerge. You both know what's going on here, but you let her continue to tease you. It's pretty fun, and you're pretty sure it's gonna end with you inside her. She reappears wearing another costume, skimpy as ever. <<you "OK, that's my favorite.">> you say. She giggles. <<maria "I thought it would be.">> she says. <<maria "I think these three will do nicely.">> <<you "I agree.">> you say with a smile. You'd agree with pretty much anything right now. Your cock has been perking up more and more. In so doing, it's robbing blood from your brain. So you just agree and agree some more. Maria heads back behind the costume rack and then emerges minutes later wearing the same thing she had on at the start. She starts packing up her things as if to leave. This is not what you expected. You figured she'd be naked. Hell, you were even planning what positions you were going to try out with her. But it looks like she's done here. <<maria "Well, that's it.">> she says. She walks past you in your bewilderment and heads back towards the elevator. With nothing else to do, you just follow her. The doors close and you start to ascend. You're still going over it in your head, what could have gone wrong here, when the elevator stops. You look up to see Maria's hand on the emergency stop button. <<maria "I think the elevator's stuck.">> she says. You give her a confused look. <<you "But... you just stopped it.">> you say, puzzled. She gives you a look that says, "Seriously?" <<maria "I said 'I think the elevator is stuck'">> she says. You're still not getting it. So, she pulls out the big guns. <<maria "I forgot to thank you for your help. AND I THINK THE ELEVATOR IS STUCK.">> she says. OK. Now you get it. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-maria2a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday721.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday722.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday723.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday724.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday725.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>She's stripped down to her underwear. It's a black lacy number and it looks damn hot. <<you "Lesson one: your mouth is not for talking.">> you tell her. She sits there on the couch, and seems to understand. She nods, then opens her mouth wide and obediently waits. You grab her head with both hands and roughly abuse her mouth with your cock. She gurgles and spurts as she tries to handle the punishing facefucking she's receiving. You notice her rubbing her pussy through her sheer black panties. Seems like someone's a horny little throat-slut. But this is only the beginning for her. You've got plans. Big plans. You pull your cock out of her mouth and she gasps several times, trying desperately to catch her breath. You give her only a few seconds then you spin her around and push her face into the back of the couch. You slam your cock into her wet pussy with a powerful thrust and hammer away with little restraint. She moans uninteligibly, seemingly overwhelmed by your savage treatment of her hot little snatch. When your cock accidentally pops out of her, she screams and squirts all over the floor. It makes her giggle to see it, so you stick your cock back in her and continue pounding. Once you've had enough of her in this position, you pull out and point to a nearby chair. It takes a moment, but she gets it. She sits on the chair, leaning back, and spreads her legs. <<you "You're gonna squirt for me again.">> you tell her. <<maria "Yes sir.">> she says. You plunge back into her pussy and pound away, causing her to moan and squirm yet again. Every minute or so, you pull out and she squirts her warm juices all over, all over the floor, all over the chair, all over herself. Every time she does, you slam your cock back into her and pound even harder. She can barely take it. <<maria "Wait, wait. My pussy can't take anymore.">> she says. You don't really care, nor do you believe her. You're sure it could take more. <<maria "Please sir, don't put it in my pussy again.">> she says. Well, she asked for it. Without warning, you stick your cock right in her asshole and pound away, savagely. She screams and winces, but you don't stop. Once you get in a rhythm, she looks right at you. There are tears welling up in her eyes, but she just takes the pain along with the pleasure. After several minutes anihilating her little asshole, and after she's squirted a few more times, you're ready to unload on her. You grab her by the hair and drag her to the floor, getting her head in position just in time to unleash a massive river of cum all over her slutty little face. Still catching her breath, she takes the entire load, then, surprises you by deepthroating your cock to suck the last few drops out. <<you "Smile for me.">> you say. <<maria "Yes sir.">> she replies. She dutifully smiles and sticks out her tongue, letting you admire your work. She's a beautiful cum covered slut. And you did that. This is what pride feels like. You leave her there in her office, covered with your cum and her squirt. It's a real fucking mess in there, but that's not your problem. As you leave, you hear her call out to you, <<maria "Thank you, sir.">> You look back over your shoulder and smile at her, then head for the elevator and back up to catch the bus home. <<brutalityGain 1>> <<mariacorruptionGain 1>> <<marialoyaltyGain 1>> <<set $maria.third=1>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday726.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday727.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday728.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday729.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday7210.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <div class="leftvid"><video src="images/maria/mariasaturday7211.mp4" autoplay loop></video></div> <</nobr>>You've barely gotten your pants unbuckled before she's half naked and on her knees sucking you off. She holds your cock firmly with her hand, using her mouth and throat to pleasure you with deep, rhythmic strokes. Her big soft tits sway back and forth and you continue to undress while she's working on you. She's got you really ready now, and it seems like she wants to move on to bigger and better things. She stands up and leans on the railing, sticking her ass out at you. <<maria "Fuck me, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. <<maria "I want to see how many times you can make me cum.">> You're always up for a challenge, so you enter her from behind and fuck her pussy while she moans out words of encouragement. <<maria "Yeah baby! Just like that! Fuck me like that! Make me cum!">> You do as she says, fondling her jiggling tits and slapping your balls against her thighs. She takes ever thrust with increasing excitement and passion. You pull out to take a little break, but she's not having any of that. She grabs your cock and strokes it, giving you a devilishly horny smile. <<maria "I want to be on top!">> she says, pushing you down to the ground. You lie down and she starts grinding and bouncing on top of you, her wet hot pussy sliding around on your hard cock and her tits flopping around in your face. The elevator creaks and shakes from the forceful humping she's giving you. Her pussy drips all over your cock and she cums, hard. She spins herself around and keeps bouncing on your cock. You take big handfulls of her ass and thrust upwards into her pussy. She squeals, her tits bouncing up and down. You reach up and grab them, giving them a had squeeze that makes her gasp and giggle. <<maria "OH I'm cumming! I'm cumming again!">> she screams. After that last orgasm, she's nearly spent. She falls off you to the side and lies on the elevator floor, breathing heavily. You're not done though. You lift up her leg and push your cock back in her pussy. She smiles and coos in your ear. You fuck her from the side, fondling her tits and licking her ear. It's driving her fucking wild. She moans and writhes in yet more orgasmic bliss. <<you "I'm almost there.">> you whisper in her ear. This seems to give her some new energy and determination. She gets on her knees and you stand above her. She sucks and strokes your cock for a few moments. It's more than enough to finish you. You pull out and let loose a massive spray of cum all over her. It's on her face, on her tits, in her mouth... everywhere. She loves it. She giggles and rubs it all over her body, she licks her fingers clean of your seed and smiles up at you. You lean back on the elevator wall, catching your breath. <<you "That was some thank you.">> you say. <<maria "I was always taught to have good manners.">> she says. You both have a little chuckle at that. After a while, you both get dressed and ride back up to the ground floor. She gives you a kiss and you part ways. You head to the bus stop to catch the bus home. <<empathyGain 1>> <<marialoveGain 1>> <<marialoyaltyGain 1>> <<set $maria.third=2>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="finearts" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/auditorium.jpg" alt="auditorium sign" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/costumeroom.jpg" alt="costume room" class="left"> <</nobr>>Your curiosity gets the best of you, and also, she's super hot. So you decide to go with her. <<you "Sure, I've got time.">> you say. She smiles wide. <<maria "Great!">> she says. <<maria "Follow me!">> She heads off towards the other side of campus with you in tow. <<you "So what are we doing, actually?">> you ask. <<maria "Well... I need an outside opinion on some stuff.">> she says. <<you "OK. That's a little cryptic.">> you reply. She giggles. <<maria "Sorry. OK, we're doing a show for my Theater Arts class, and I need a second opinion on some of the costumes.">> she says. <<you "Oh, OK. No problem!">> you reply. You're happy to let Maria play dress up in front of you. As the two of you reach the Fine Arts Building, she leads you inside and down the hallway towards the back of the building. A sign here says "Theater Arts." <<maria "So, this is my department.">> she says. She points down the hall. <<maria "The auditorium is down there, along with my classroom.">> she says. You make a mental note. You come to an elevator. She pushes the button and the two of you ride it down a floor. It opens into another hallway. We're in the basement now. She opens another door in the hallway and leads you inside a room that is packed to the brim with costumes and props. It looks like a mish-mash of many different productions, with costumes from every time period. <<maria "Costumes and props.">> she says, informatively. She gestures to and area within the costume room, tucked back in the corner, and you can see it's a makeshift office. <<maria "And this is my office.">> she says. You stand there smiling at her. <<you "This is all really great. I never thought this school would have this much of a budget for this kind of stuff.">> you say. She smiles back. <<maria "Yeah, it was kind of a big deal to the founders of the school, apparently. They really liked this stuff, so they made sure that the department was always well funded.">> she says. <<you "So what are these costumes you want me to look at?">> you ask. She smiles. <<maria "I'll start putting them on. You just wait here.">> she says, walking back to her office as she starts to get undressed. You stare slack-jawed at her. Is she really about to get naked in front of you. She looks back at you, covering herself with her hands. <<maria "No peeking, mister!">> she says with a smile. You blush and turn around so as not to look. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-maria8a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/maria/mariapropouty.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariaprosmile.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're curious about what exactly she wants to show you, but you're also really concerned with getting home and finding your phone. Being without it almost makes you feel naked. <<you "I can't, I need to catch that next bus.">> you say. She puts on a pouty little face. It's adorable. <<maria "Aww. You're no fun.">> she says. <<you "I can promise you I am at least forty percent fun.">> you say. She gives you a weird smile followed by a little pity giggle. <<maria "OK then, Mr. forty-percent-fun. You go ahead and go.">> she says. You smile at her as you see the bus pulling up. As you're walking away, you hear her say, <<maria "But you're gonna wish you didn't!">> You're afraid she might be right. <<set $maria.third=9>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg hallway>> <img src="images/maria/mariacostume1.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/shush.jpg" alt="shush" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariacostume2.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariacostume3.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariacostume3a.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <img src="images/maria/mariacostume3nude.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"> <</nobr>>After a minute or two of totally not peeking (but totally peeking a little here and there), you hear Maria from behind you. <<maria "OK, you can look now.">> she says. You turn around and see her costume. She looks damn good in it. But you're pretty sure she'd look good in a burlap sack with holes cut in it. <<maria "What do you think?">> she asks. You're not sure. <<you "What show are you doing? You never told me.">> you remind her. <<maria "Oh yeah. West Side Story.">> she says. <<maria "Do you know it?">> she asks. You do, so you start to sing (badly). <<you "Maria! I just met a girl named... Maria!">> She starts laughing and cringing at the same time. <<maria "Oh god no.">> she says. You sing louder. <<you "Maria! Maria, Maria... Mariiiaaa!!">> She walks over to you and physically covers your mouth. She giggles. Even though you sing like a tone-deaf walrus, she seems to still like you. <<you "OK, I'm sorry. I'm done now.">> you say. <<maria "Good. So, what do you think of the costume?">> she asks again. <<you "It would be perfect for one of the Sharks' girls. Maybe Rosalita or Teresita.">> you say. <<maria "Yeah, that's what I thought! OK, lemme get the next one on.">> she says. You turn around and let her change. <<maria "OK look.">> she says. You turn around and see an even sexier costume on her now. <<you "Wow. That looks really good! It would work for Anita for sure.">> you say. She looks a little torn. <<maria "I thought that, but I'm not so sure.">> she says. <<maria "There's another one I'm thinking about as well for Anita. Can I show you?">> she asks. <<you "Please do.">> you say with a smile. You turn around and wait until she's changed and she calls to you. You turn back around to face her. This outfit is even more revealing. The top is sheer and you can clearly see her gorgeous breasts through it. <<maria "So? What do you think?">> she asks. You want to tell her she's the hottest thing on this entire island and you can't stop thinking about her body, but you're not sure she wants to hear that. <<you "I think... it's maybe... um...">> you stammer. <<maria "Too slutty?">> she asks. You nod. She smiles at you. <<maria "Yeah, I think you're right.">> she says. <<maria "But... how do you think I look in it?">> she asks. Hmm... maybe she does want to hear it. You go for it. <<you "I think you're just about the hottest thing on this whole island.">> you say. She blushes and giggles. <<maria "That was the right answer!">> she says. She goes back to the costumes. <<maria "I have one more. Turn around.">> she says. You turn your back and again wait for her to change costumes. <<maria "OK. I'm ready.">> she says. You turn around. She's completely naked. You're shocked. You definitely like this costume the best. <<maria "I bet you like this costume the best.">> she says. <<you "You literally read my mind.">> you say. She smiles. She shows off her luscious body for a few moments, giving you a real show down here in her little basement office. You're entranced by her, but you're still very intimidated by her beauty. She seems to like teasing you. You like letting her. After a bit she gets herself dressed again, this time with you watching. You two head back up the elevator and out of the building. Before you part ways, she kisses you full and long on the lips. You watch her walk away and then head for the bus stop, extremely happy that you decided to help her out today. <<empathyGain 1>> <<marialoveGain 1>> <<set $maria.third=8>> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/friday6/partymess.jpg" alt="party mess" class="left"> <</nobr>>You definitely are not ready to go over to Casey's house, after the relative shitshow that was last night. In your mind you picture the current scene over there. Half drunk, hungover students, flopped out on couches, tables, the floor... Shit, there's probably one passed out in the bathtub if you had to guess. Garbage and spilled booze everywhere... puddles of vomit, probably. It's likely a real mess. Additionally, you'd probably have to deal with some of your students and confront the real truth that things went a little too far last night. You did some things you probably shouldn't have. So did they, of course, but you're the authority figure, the chaperone (so to speak), so you're the one who probably should have known better. <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>><img src="images/casey/caseycum.jpg" alt="casey cum" class="left">I mean, you kinda fucked Casey... Casey HARRINGTON. That's something that could really have some serious consequences. And it's something that you should really deal with right away to perhaps mitigate some of those consequences. So... You're gonna just avoid that shit for a little while longer.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Face it, even though Kaylee is a superstar slut and proud of it, and even though she probably has absolutely no regrets about what happened between the two of you last night, you still fucked a student. And you did it at a party with a bunch of other students, so it's likely that the rumors will start flying. You're pretty sure Kaylee understands how important it is that she keep everything a secret, but it's a small town and rumors will spread like some previously unknown, highly contagious respiratory virus (too soon?) Still, you're not ready to deal with that yet, so you kick that particular can farther down the road.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>><img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">It's not like you completely lost control and took advantage of any of your students... though you came close a couple times... but you still did some things that might be considered inappropriate. Just letting the party get that out of control was pretty bad in the first place. And even though nothing happened between the two of you, you did carry a drunk, barely conscious Alyssa into your apartment last night, and she left this morning. Anyone paying attention is probably gonna think you did some bad things to her. And in a small town like this, there always seems to be some nosy busybody paying attention to things that are none of their business. But you're still not ready to confront the fallout of last night, not just yet.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>><img src="images/alyssa/alyssacum.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">Let's face it, you did some pretty fucked up shit last night. The whole party notwithstanding, you absolutely took advantage of Alyssa last night. She was nearly passed out drunk, you fucked her, you blew a load all over her face, she called you daddy... FUCK. And you didn't get a chance to talk to her about it this morning. And, Alyssa still might be trying to get you fired. So everything about last night was probably a mistake. But, you're not ready to deal with that yet so you better just ignore it for now.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==7>><img src="images/carrie/carriehorny.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left">You fucked a student. What was her name again? Ummm.. CARRIE! You fucked Carrie. Now, she wasn't technically one of your students, and she seemed to really enjoy it. She was really the agressor here, and she understood that it was just a fling, and that she needs to keep it quiet. But there's still some risk there. And risk is a problem in your current situation. You'll probably have a lot of deflecting and gaslighting to do in your future in order to dispel the rumors that are certain to abound, but you don't want to think about all that right now, so you put it off until later.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==8>><img src="images/lizzie/lizziehorny.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">You fucked Lizzie. Little innocent Lizzie... and her little innocent butthole... in which you put your BIG GUILTY DICK! She kinda liked it though, right? Who cares about that, really. The question is will she really keep it a secret. She said she would, but you know how girls her age are. She's gonna want to tell her friend What's-her-name about it, even though she promised you she wouldn't. And since What's-her-name was also trying to fuck you (or you think she was, at least) then What's-her-name is probably gonna be secretly or not-so-secretly jealous about the whole thing. And who knows what that could lead to. Either way, you don't want to deal with that just yet.<<else>><</if>> <img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left">So you avoid Casey's house, for now, and just wait for the next bus to arrive. There's a good chance you just accidentaly left your phone on the bus. Maybe if you talk to the driver, he's found it. Or maybe he'll let you look for it. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3a">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <</nobr>>You wait at the bus stop, trying to remain as inconspicuous as you can. Every so often you look over at Casey's house for signs of activity but there are none, thankfully. After a few minutes the bus pulls up and opens its doors. You walk up the steps to talk to the driver, but before you can say anything, he closes the doors and starts driving away. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<you "Whoa wait. I don't want to go anywhere, I just need to ask you something.">> you say. He shakes his head. <<wilson "Sorry son, the bus stops for no one.">> he says with a chuckle. Well... you're going for a little ride I guess. <<you "OK fair enoungh.">> you say. He smiles. You think it may not be often that people talk to him. <<wilson "So, what was it you wanted to ask?">> <<you "I was riding the bus earlier today-">> you say. He cuts you off. <<wilson "Yeah, I remember.">> he says. <<you "You do?">> you ask. <<wilson "Sure, I remember everyone who rides my bus. You're the new teacher at the Institute, right?">> he asks. Small town life, you think to yourself. <<you "Yeah, that's right.">> you say. He laughs. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "I gotta say I just don't know how you can hold back being in a classroom all day with all these hot young things!">> he says, shaking his head. Seems like this guys a little bit of a pervert. You two should get along just great! <<you "It's not easy, but I manage.">> you say. He laughs again. <<wilson "Oh I bet you do!">> he says, chuckling. Your conversation is getting a little off-topic, so you redirect it. <<you "So, like I said, I was riding earlier and now I can't find my phone. Did you happen to see it on the bus?">> you ask. <<wilson "No. But I haven't had a chance to look.">> he says. <<you "Well can I look around?">> you ask. <<wilson "Be my guest.">> he says. <<you "Thank you, umm...">> you realize you don't know his name. He picks up on your vibe. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Wilson's the name.">> he says. <<you "Thank you, Wilson. I'm $you.fakefirstName.">> you say. Without taking his eyes off the road he reaches out his hand and you shake it. <<wilson "Nice to meet you.">> he says. <<you "You too.">> you reply. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/busseat.jpg" alt="bus seat" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"> <</nobr>>You leave Wilson to his driving and start searching the bus for your phone. You think maybe you should give him your number and have him call it for you, so you can find it more easily, but decide against it. For one, he's driving... and safety first, right? For two, you just met this guy and you're not sure you want to give him your phone number. So you just start looking. You check out the seat where you were sitting earlier, but don't find it there. You reach down into the little spaces between the cushions, you get down on your hands and knees and look under the seats, but you find nothing. You keep looking around, doing the same thing at every seat. As you get closer to completing your search, you have less and less hope that you will find it here. And that means it's likely at Casey's. And that means you'll have to confront the fallout from the party. This bums you out. You walk back up to the front of the bus and slump into a seat, dejected. Wilson glances at you in his rearview mirror. <<wilson "No luck?">> he asks. You shake your head. <<wilson "Well, leave me your phone number, and I'll call you if I find it.">> he says. Is this guy joking? <<you "But I don't have a phone, remember?">> you say. He bursts out laughing. <<wilson "Oh right! Damn I'm stupid sometimes. I forgot.">> he says. You can't really be mad at him, since he seems quite jolly. You just sit there sulking a bit. <<wilson "Well, lemme radio the bus depot and ask if maybe someone else found it and turned it in there.">> he says. It's a glimmer of hope. <<you "Wow, thanks! That would be great!">> you say. He hops on his radio and calls in to the depot. <img src="images/saturday7/cb.webp" alt= "cb radio" class="left">There's a lot of static on the connection, so you can't really understand the voice on the other side. It sounds like a female robot of some kind speaking some weird robot language. <<wilson "Dispatch this is Wilson...">> //*** robot language ***// <<wilson "Yeah, I got a fella here lost a phone.">> //*** robot language ***// <<wilson "He didn't find it on the bus, no.">> //*** robot language ***// <<wilson "Yeah could you check please?">> //*** robot language ***// Wilson waits for a moment. He says to you, <<wilson "She's gonna check the lost and found for you. Just a minute.">> <<you "Thanks, Wilson.">> you say. He winks at you in his rearview mirror. After a moment, the static robot lady talks again over the radio. //*** robot language ***// <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "10-4 baby!">> Wilson says and puts the radio back in its holder. He looks at you in the rearview mirror. <<wilson "Sorry son, no luck.">> he says. You sigh and hang your head. <<wilson "Don't worry, I'll keep checking for you. It's only been a couple of hours yet. Someone will probably drop it off there later.">> he says. <<you "Is that really true or are you just trying to make me feel better?">> you ask. He just bursts out laughing. You sigh. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg woods>> <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"> <</nobr>>You sit there at the front of the bus feeling a bit hopeless. You were really expecting to just find your phone right where you were sitting on the previous bus ride. Wilson keeps looking at you in the rearview mirror. It seems like he feels bad for you. <<wilson "Hey, cheer up son! You'll find it somewhere.">> he says. You almost want to tell him that //somewhere// in this case is Casey Harrington's den of sin... but you don't. You just smile, unconvincingly. <<you "Yeah, you're probably right.">> you say. You're entering a wooded area now, away from the campus and town. <<if $lesson5==2>><img src="images/friday6/beach.jpg" alt="beach" class="left">You're coming up on the stop for Grace's secret beach. You and Wilson seem to be thinking the same thing. He speaks up. <<wilson "You know what you need?">> he asks. <<you "What's that?">> <<wilson "You need to go down to Grace's beach and just relax a bit.">> he says. So he's in on the secret? <<you "You know Grace? You know about the beach?">> you ask. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Of course I do. How do you think I know where to drop her off and where to pick her up?">> he says. Makes sense. <<wilson "I just dropped you and all those girls off there yesterday, dummy!">> he says with a big laugh. Of course he's right. You are a dummy. <<you "Yeah, I deserve that.">> you say with a laugh. He laughs too. <<wilson "Look, I'll drop you off here, and I'll pick you up later. Just wait here by the road.">> he says. <<you "Sounds good.">> you say. You could really use some relax time at the beach. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1">><</link>><<elseif $lesson5==1>>Wilson keeps driving through the woods and eventually you emerge on the other side into something resembling civilization. You're not sure what to do next. You were really hoping to find your phone on the bus and have all this be over with by now. Wilson keeps looking at you in the rearview mirror. Eventually, he speaks up. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left"><<wilson "So, what's the plan now? You want me to drop you off back where I picked you up?">> he asks. Not really, you think to yourself. That would mean being right back by Casey's house. And THAT would mean confronting last night's poor decisions. You're still not ready for that. Wilson waits patiently while you make your decision. Since you don't really know what to do, and you're not really familiar with very many places on the island, there's really only one place to go. <<you "Can you just drop me off on campus?">> you ask. <<wilson "Sure thing!">> he says. <<wilson "It's just around the bend here.">> <<you "Thanks, Wilson.">> you reply. <<wilson "No problem. That's what I'm here for!">> he says. His cheerfulness is actually starting to get on your nerves, so you just smile and remain silent for the next few minutes until the bus drops you off again in front of Bellend Tower. The bus pulls away, leaving you to wander the campus. you don't want to run into any of your students right now, so you head to the one place where you think you can have some privacy, behind a locked door, without THOUSANDS of rats scurrying around - the photo studio in the Fine Arts Building. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1">><</link>><<elseif $lesson5==3>>You're not sure what to do next. You still haven't found your phone, you don't want to go to Casey's house just yet, and you don't really want to visit the campus either since your office is probably still rat-infested. The ferry terminal is out, since that place smells like fish, and the only other place you could really go is back to town. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="store" class="left">That seems like the best option. You haven't had too much time to really explore around there, so maybe, in an effort to further procrastinate, you could do that now. Sounds like a plan. <<you "Wilson, can you just drop me off back in town?">> you ask. <<wilson "Sure thing!">> he says. He's quite cheerful, this guy. That would normally start getting on your nerves, but it doesn't in this instance. In fact, he's cheering you up a bit. After a few minutes, you arrive at the bus stop back in town on the main street. You see the familiar general store and the other shops along the main drag. You get off the bus, say goodbye to Wilson, and watch him drive off and out of sight. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg woods>> <</nobr>>You hike down the path through the overgrown woods on your way back to the secret (or, apparently not-so-secret) beach. The trek is familiar from yesterday and you notice some landmarks in the forest that keep you headed in the right direction. You think back to yesterday, your experience at the beach with your class. There were some... eye-opening moments, to say the least. <img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left"> Grace in her bikini comes to mind. Just thinking about that skimpy bikini, that barely covered her fit body, has the blood rushing to your nether regions. You think about how carefree she seemed. It was quite the contrast from the nervous and shy Grace that you met just a week ago. She really has come a long way since then. You think that you played a role in that growth and that makes you feel good. <img src="images/friday6/kayleealyssabeach.jpg" alt="kaylee and alyssa on the beach" class="left">Alyssa and Kaylee trying their hardest to make you squirm... that also comes to mind. Those two, when they combine forces, are a collective menace to your sanity. They poke and prod, they flirt and wiggle... you do enjoy the wiggling, though. Given all that's transpired with them, and the way they seem to enjoy fucking with you on a regular basis, you don't expect the menace to end anytime soon. Even though they may be mad at each other at the moment, you have a feeling that will pass in time. Soon enough, they'll be back to their old ways. <img src="images/friday6/classfieldtrip.jpg" alt="your students on the beach" class="left">Now that you think about it, your whole class field trip to the beach was dripping with lust and sexual energy. Aside from Grace's tiny bikini, and Kaylee and Alyssa's incessant flirting, <<if $lesson3==1>>there was the Mikayla-mutual-masturbation incident.<<elseif $lesson3==2>>there was the Lauren-nipple-rubbing incident.<<else>><</if>> There was the Jasmine's-gonna-fuck-you-to-thank-you-for-saving-her-life incident, not to mention that Lauren and Mikayla both lost their bikini tops at one point, and you learned that all the girls actually kinda like it when you leer at their bodies. That was a real shocker. Something else too... what was it? <img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue1.jpg" alt="kaylee tongue" class="left">Oh yeah, and Kaylee jerked you off and made you finger her a bit. Almost forgot about that. Kaylee's such a prolific and proud slut, these things sometimes just slip your mind. Your mind continues to wander, and before you know it, the trees are starting to thin out, giving way to the familiar view of the clifftops and below that... <img src="images/friday6/beach.jpg" alt="beach" class="left">The Beach. It's as beautiful and striking as you remember it. Wilson was right. A little mini-vacation at the beach is a perfect way to de-stress and spend a little time out of your weekend. You still don't have a swimsuit, but you can just swim in your undies like you did yesterday. There's not going to be anyone around to notice. That's the great thing about a secret beach. <<if $party2==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a">><</link>><<elseif $party2==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <</nobr>>When you get down to the beach, you find a nice spot in the shade and sit down on a rock. The rhythmic crashing of the waves is soothing as you breathe in the crisp sea air. You take off your shoes and socks and set them neatly beside the rock. You stand up and take off your shirt, then your pants, leaving you only in your underwear. Ready to swim! Just then, you hear a familiar voice. <<grace "Professor $you.fakelastName?">> <img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left">You turn and see Grace walking up to you from down the beach. She's wearing the same skimpy bikini she was wearing yesterday. Your boner emerges. <<grace "What are you doing here?">> she asks. <<you "Same as you, I guess. I wanted to relax at the beach.">> you reply. <<you "I'm not intruding, am I?">> you ask. She giggles. <<grace "Of course not, silly! I'm so happy to see you!">> she exclaims. She runs up to you and gives you a big hug. You feel your boner push into her abdomen. She must have felt it too because she pulls away and looks a little uncomfortable. <img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace looking uncomfortable" class="left">She keeps glancing down at your tented undies and back up again. <<grace "Sorry, Professor. I didn't... I guess I shouldn't just hug people like that.">> she says, sheepishly. You feel a little uncomfortable too, but you shrug it off. She may be your student, but you're both adults, and you're alone here on the beach. It's not really that big of a deal. <<you "Don't worry about it, Grace. You can hug me when you want to. It's fine.">> you say. She smiles and nods. There's a moment of silence as the two of you figure out what to say next. <<grace "So... still no swimsuit, huh?">> grace asks, looking down at your boxers again. <<you "Nope.">> you say. <<grace "I guess boys don't really need them. You guys can just swim in your underwear.">> she says. You raise an eyebrow at her. <<you "Grace, girls can swim in their underwear too, you know?">> you say. She wrinkles up her nose a little, thinking about it. <img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left"><<grace "I guess we can. But my underwear is kind of skimpy. I would feel really embarrased swimming in it.">> she says. You look up and down at her bikini IS SHE FUCKING KIDDING?!?! <<you "Um... Grace... have you seen that bikini you're wearing?">> you ask. She looks down at herself. <<grace "Yeah, why?">> she asks looking confused. You sigh. <<you "Never mind.">> you say. She still looks confused, but she just shrugs. <<grace "So you want to go in with me?">> she asks, gesturing to the water. <<you "Let's do it!">> you say and start running towards the shore. She giggles and chases after you. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/saturday7/clouds.jpg" alt="clouds" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/floating.webp" alt="floating on your back" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracefloating.jpg" alt="grace floating on her back" class="left"> <</nobr>>You and Grace swim and play in the clear, blue water. She practices diving as deep as she can while you just float on your back staring up at the few clouds that dot the sky. Every time she comes up out of the water, she ask if you saw how deep she just went. It's pretty cute. Grace is a simple soul who can find enjoyment out of pretty much anything. And even though she's often the butt end of a joke on campus, she always finds a way to smile. You admire that. But things seem to be getting better for Grace as of late. She's making friends with the class, even the Mean Girl Contingent, and she seems to be opening up more about her past struggles. You're lost in these thoughts when suddenly you sense someone's presence right next to you. Grace is floating beside you looking at the clouds as you are. <<grace "I like looking at clouds too.">> she says. Her voice is a little muffled because your ears keep dipping below the waterline every so often, but you can understand her. <<you "It's relaxing.">> you say. <<grace "I used to do this when I was a kid.">> she says. You sense in her voice a bit of a forlorn tone. Something's on her mind. She sounds like maybe she could use someone to talk to, but you don't want to push too much right away though. <<you "Me too. I used to spend hours out in my back yard looking at the clouds, until my parents called me in for dinner.">> you say. It's a lie, your parents were barely in your life, and you didn't have anything close to a yard growing up, but that's another story. And besides, your whole life has been a lie for longer than you can remember at this point. Grace remains silent. Maybe talking about parents triggered something in her. You know that she doesn't have the best relationship with them. You could change the subject here, but you could also stick with it to see if maybe she'll open up some more. <<link "Change the subject and talk about something more lighthearted." "saturday 7-3beach1a1b1">><</link>> <<link "Stick to talking about parents and see if Grace will open up." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/saturday7/floating.webp" alt="floating on your back" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracefloating.jpg" alt="grace floating on her back" class="left"> <</nobr>>You think this may be an opening to learn more about Grace and her relationship with her parents. It might serve you to know more about them if you're going to be her counselor in this new life of yours. It also never hurts to have more information about people. Information is like currency for someone like you. You wait for just the right moment, then speak up. <<you "Did you ever do that, Grace?">> you ask. She doesn't reply. <<you "Ever look up at the clouds in your back yard... until your parents called you in for dinner?">> you ask. She's still silent. Then she replies. <<grace "No.">> she says. Her one-word answer is telling. There's definitely something heavy weighing on her. It likely has to do with her parents. If you want to get her to talk about it, you'll have to switch up your approach a bit. <<you "Grace, do you know what my job is here?">> you ask her. You can tell that it redirects her focus. <<grace "Sure! You teach us about... sex.">> she says. She's still a little hesitant to say the word "sex," but less so that she was a week ago. <<you "Well, yes. But I'm also here to listen if you have a problem, remember?">> you ask. She remains silent. You turn your head and see that she's just staring up at the clouds. After a long pause, she replies, <<grace "I know.">> she says. <<you "Is there anything you want to talk about?">> you ask. Another long pause. <<grace "Let's get out of the water.">> she says. And with that, she makes her way back to shore. You may have pushed a bit too soon there. Still, she knows you're there to listen if she needs it. You follow her back to shore. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <</nobr>>Though Grace seems like she may be thinking about something, you think it's probably better not to push her too hard. It may be your job to listen to these girls' problems, but that doesn't mean that you should force that upon her. She'll talk if she wants to. And then you might gain some valuable insight into her background. That kind of information has always been valuable to a person like you. You decide to lighten the mood a bit. <img src="images/saturday7/peniscloud.webp" alt="penis cloud" class="left">You see a cloud that looks particularly phallic. <<you "What does that cloud look like to you, Grace?">> you ask her. <<grace "Umm... which one?">> she asks. <<you "The one that's shaped like a penis.">> you reply. Grace suddenly realizes which one you're talking about and bursts out into nervous giggles. <<grace "Professor! Don't say that! You make me blush!">> she says through her giggles. <img src="images/saturday7/vaginacloud.png" alt="a cloud that looks like a vagina" class="left"><<you "I guess now we just need to find a vagina cloud.">> you say. Grace giggles even more. <<grace "Oh my god! Professor!">> she says. <<you "What?">> you reply, playfully. <<grace "Are you always thinking about sex?">> she asks. <<you "I am the sex teacher, aren't I?">> you reply. She giggles. <<you "But it's not sex unless the penis cloud floats over towards the vagina cloud and smashes into it.">> You say. This gets Grace giggling so hard that she has to stop floating or she might just drown herself. <<grace "I need to go back to the shore,">> she says, still laughing. She starts to make her way back to the beach and you follow her. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1b2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"> <</nobr>>Back on the sand, you and Grace let the sun slowly dry the water from your bodies. She's smiling, but is still quiet and reserved. You know that there's something weighing on her mind, still, but she's trying to cover it with her good churchmouse smile. After a few minutes of not talking, she speaks up. <<grace "Professor?">> she asks. <<you "What's up?">> you reply. <<if $lesson2==2>>Grace thinks a moment. She's still not sure if she should ask whatever she's about to ask. You remind her about your little office session last week. <<you "Grace, I can tell you're nervous about something. But you remember what happened in my office last week?">> you ask. She blushes a little, remembering stripping down for you to gain your approval. <<grace "Yes.">> she says. <<you "So we're pretty much past being nervous with each other, right?">> you ask. She seems to accept this and smiles. <<you "Just come out and ask me what you want to ask.">> you say. <img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace exasperated" class="left"><<grace "OK. Professor... my parents never EVER talked about sex. Except that it was only for when you were married and only for making babies and that God would punish me if I ever EVEN THOUGHT about having sex.">> she says. The words tumble from her mouth like she's been holding them back for years. <<grace "And now that I'm older... I think about sex ALL THE TIME!">> she says. <<you "And that makes you feel ashamed?">> you ask. <<grace "Well, it used to. But now... now I'm just worried because I... I don't know how to DO sex. Do you know what I mean?">> she asks. <<you "Sure Grace. I know what you mean.">> you reply. Is this going where I think it's going?! <<grace "And I know that you've been teaching us about sex in class, but that's just class. We don't really DO anything in class.">> she says. <<you "Grace, what is it that you're asking me?">> <img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"><<grace "Are you... are you ever going to teach us HOW to have sex?">> she asks. She waits nervously for your reply. This is a tricky situation for sure. <<you "Grace, there's only so much I can teach you about sex. A lot of it you're just going to have to find out on your own.">> you say. <<grace "But... how? Why can't you help me?">> she asks. <<you "Grace, if you're talking about what I think you're talking about, you know that could get me in a lot of trouble, right?">> you ask. <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace upset" class="left">She hangs her head. <<grace "I know, Professor. But I won't tell ANYONE. I thought that when we did... you know, in your office... I thought that meant that we would... you know, keep doing things. And I'll keep it a secret, I promise!">> she says. You should probably shut this down right here and now. But Grace is making some really good points. You started something between the two of you last week in your office. If you trust that she'll keep a secret, you could see where this leads. <<link "Shut it down, it's too risky." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a3">><<set $graceteach=1>><</link>> <<link "Keep the option open." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a3">><<set $graceteach=2>><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==1>>Grace is being cagey with her response. She wants to ask you something, but you're pretty sure she's not comfortable enough with you to really ask it, whatever it is. <<you "You can ask me anything, Grace.">> you remind her. <<grace "I know.">> she says. <<you "So, what is it?">> you ask. She musters up her courage. <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace upset" class="left"><<grace "I just feel like I don't know as much about sex as the other girls in class.">> she says. That's most definitely true. Grace knows as much about sex as you know about astrophysics. <<you "Well, that's what you're learning about in class, right?">> you ask. <<grace "Yeah, I guess so.">> she replies. <<grace "But... my parents always said that I can NEVER have sex unless I'm married.">> <<you "And that bothers you?">> you ask. <img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace exasperated" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace half smile" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace smile" class="left"><<grace "YEAH! How am I supposed to know what to do if I've never done it before?!">> she exclaims, exasperation in her voice. <<you "Yeah, Grace, that's the tricky part.">> you reply. She doesn't seem to accept this. <<you "Look, Grace, we all started out NOT having sex. Part of life is that you have to figure a lot of that stuff out on your own.">> <<grace "It's so hard to know what to do sometimes. I just... I don't want to be bad at it. I don't want to give people ANOTHER reason to make fun of me.">> she says. You're struck with a sudden wave of sadness. You remember how much Grace has been bullied. <<you "I know, Grace. It's hard figuring all this out. But you know you can talk to me about it if you need to, and you have a lot of new friends in class too, right?">> you remind her. She smiles and nods. <<you "I'm sure they'd help you if you had questions.">> you say. This seems to cheer her up a bit. <<grace "I guess you're right. Do you really think that they won't make fun of me?">> she asks. <<you "I can't tell you for sure that they won't, but it seems like you're making a lot of progress. I mean, even you and Alyssa seem to be friends now.">> you say. When you mention Alyssa you can see that Grace gets a little nervous and blushes. It's not a scared nervousness though, it's more like a... lusty nervousness? Interesting. <<grace "Yeah... we are, I think.">> she says. <<grace "I think you're right, Professor. I shouldn't be afraid to talk to them about this.">> she says. <<you "That's the spirit, Grace.">> you say. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1a4">><<set $graceteach=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left"> <</nobr>>When you get back to the beach, you and Grace spend some time chatting and letting the sun dry you off. You make a few more penis cloud jokes that make Grace giggle. She seems to me much less nervous now. After a natural pause in your chatter, she looks at you and asks you a question. <<grace "Professor?">> <<you "Yeah, Grace?">> <<grace "Did you ever worry that you weren't going to know what to do... the first time you had sex?">> she asks. So that's what she's been thinking about. <img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<you "Well yeah, sure. I think everyone did.">> you say. You know that by making her experience seem not at all uncommon, she might be more willing to open up about her fears. <<grace "How did you deal with that?">> she asks. It's a good question, and it makes you think. <<you "Well, I don't know, Grace. I guess I just realized that everyone has to start somewhere. And no one is going to be really good at anything the first time they try it.">> you say. <img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"><<grace "Yeah, I guess.">> she says. There's still something she's holding back. <<you "What is this really about, Grace?">> you ask. <<if $lesson2==1>><<grace "I just don't know what I'm doing at all when it comes to sex. My parents never told me anything... and I just don't want to make an idiot out of myself when I do it for the first time.">> she says. <<you "Grace, that's perfectly normal. I think everyone has those worries.">> you say. <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracehappy.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<grace "So... what do I do?">> she asks. It's a good question. <<you "Well, I think you kind of just have to try it. That's how we all got started.">> you say. She frowns a little. <<grace "But I don't even know where to start. And you're teaching us some stuff in class, but... I just don't know who I can talk to about this.">> she says. <<you "Well, Grace, you're talking to me about it right now.">> you say. <<grace "I guess I am.">> she says. <<you "And you know you can ask me questions, even the uncomfortable ones. That's what I'm here for.">> you say. She smiles and nods. <<you "And you've been making friends now in class, right?">> you remind her. <<grace "Yeah I have!">> she says with a proud smile. <<you "I mean, even you and Alyssa seem to be getting along now.">> you say. She smiles but also blushes when you mention Alyssa. That's interesting. <<grace "Yeah.">> she says. <<you "So you can talk to them about it too. I'm sure they would like to help you.">> you say. Grace seems to accept this and it really seems to cheer her up. <<you "You're not alone, Grace.">> you say. That seals it. She gives you a big hug and smiles at you. <<grace "Thanks, Professor! You really made me feel better.">> she says. <<you "That's what I'm here for, Grace.">> you say. The two of you spend a little time gathering your things and then head back up the trail away from the beach. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1a4">><<set $graceteach=1>><</link>> <<elseif $lesson2==2>><<grace "I just don't know what I'm doing at all when it comes to sex. My parents never told me anything... and I just don't want to make an idiot out of myself when I do it for the first time.">> she says. <<you "Grace, that's perfectly normal. I think everyone has those worries.">> you say. <<grace "I know that you're trying to teach us some stuff in class... and I really am learning a lot there...">> she says, hesitantly. Something big is coming, you can sense it. <<grace "But... you know how we had our counseling session last week, in your office?">> she asks. You nod. <<grace "You really made me feel better about myself, you know?">> she says. <<you "I'm glad I could help you, Grace.">> you say. <img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<grace "But do you think you could KEEP helping me?">> she asks. You're not sure what she means, although you have a suspicion, and it's probably going to put you in a tricky situation. <<you "What do you mean, Grace?">> you ask. <<grace "I mean, could I keep coming to you, and you'd teach me things... you know... about sex?">> she asks. OK now you're sure this is going to get tricky. <<grace "Could you show me how to be good at sex?">> she asks. So there it is. Churchmouse Grace is asking you to be her PERSONAL SEX TEACHER. This is like a fucking porno movie. There's a lot of risk here. What do you want to do? <<link "Shut it down, it's too risky." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a3">><<set $graceteach=1>><</link>> <<link "Keep the option open." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a3">><<set $graceteach=2>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<if $graceteach==1>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/grace/gracepanties.jpg" alt="grace panties" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace upset" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace fake smile" class="left"> <</nobr>>This is all just a little too spicy for you given your current situation. Sure, just last week you had Grace naked in your office - you're picturing it right now, remembering how fucking hot it was when she slipped out of those little blue panties - but that was just to give her some positive affirmation about her body. You can get away with something like that. But what she's asking you to do... that's WAY too far. You need to shut this down. <<you "Grace... I know that you feel like you have nowhere to turn with stuff like this, but I CANNOT do what you're asking me to do.">> you say. She looks sad and disappointed. <<you "You have to understand how much trouble I could get in. And I know you would keep the secret, but this is a small town, and secrets have a way of getting out, you know?">> She seems to understand where you're coming from, even though it's not what she wanted to hear. She puts on her churchmouse fake smile and soldiers on. <<grace "I know, professor.">> she says. <<you "But, that doesn't mean you can't keep asking me questions, no matter how embarrasing you think they might be. OK?">> you say. She seems to like this and smiles at you. <<grace "I know, Professor. And I will.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1a4">><</link>> <<elseif $graceteach==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"> <img src="images/grace/gracehappy.jpg" alt="grace happy" class="left"> <</nobr>>As much as you know you ABSOLUTELY SHOULDN'T DO THIS, you can't pass up the opportunity to REALLY be a sex teacher here. This is like a porno fantasy come to life, and you're going to figure out a way to make it work. You look at Grace. She looks back at you. <<you "Grace...">> you begin. <<grace "Yes, Professor?">> she replies, eagerly. <<you "NO ONE CAN EVER FIND OUT ABOUT THIS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?">> you ask, pointedly. She realizes what this means and jumps up and down, giggling! She runs up to you and hugs you. <<grace "I PROMISE! No one will find out! Thank you! Thank you!">> You hug her back until she lets go. She's overjoyed. You're still not sure what you're getting yourself into here, but it's going to be an experience, that's for sure. It's about time to leave the beach, so the two of you gather your things and head back up the trail into the woods. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1a4">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg woods>> <</nobr>>You and Grace make your way into the woods and slowly walk along the trail back towards the road. The tree cover provides some much welcomed cool shade after hours in the sun at the beach. You're both keen to enjoy it for a little while. <img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace" class="left">After the discussion on the beach, you are both happy to just walk in silence, enjoying each other's company. As you reach the road, you look both ways and do not see the bus coming. Guess you'll need to wait a while. <<if $graceteach==2>>You notice that Grace keeps looking over at you, biting her lip and looking flirty. You think you may have actually made the wrong decision with her back on the beach. You've kind of committed here, and you would hate to lead her on. You just need to make sure she understands what your relationship is going to be. <<you "Hey Grace?">> you ask. <<grace "Yes?">> she replies. <<you "You know that what we're going to be doing... it's so that you can learn and feel more confident in yourself.">> you say. She smiles. <<grace "I know. It's great! Thank you again, Professor. And I PROMISE I won't tell anyone.">> she says. <<you "I trust you, Grace. But... I just want you to understand that we're not going to be... dating. You get it?">> you say. She wrinkles up her nose in confusion. <<grace "Well, of course not. Did you think that's what I wanted?">> she asks. <img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracelunch.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<you "No. I just wanted to make sure that's not what you thought.">> you say. She laughs. <<grace "No way, Professor! I mean... you're a little old for me, don't you think?">> OUCH. <<you "OK. So we're clear.">> you say, checking one last time. <<grace "Totally. You're just gonna teach me how to be really really good at having sex.">> she says. This is gonna be fun! <<else>>You look over at Grace and she gives you a little smile. It seems like she's more content after your talk on the beach. But, you want to make sure. <<you "Grace, is there anything else you wanted to talk about?">> you ask. She thinks for a minute. <<grace "I don't think so. Is there anything else you want to tell me?">> she asks. <<you "I guess I'd like to say that I'm really proud of you.">> you tell her. She smiles wide. <<you "You've really opened up and grown in just the last week. I feel like you're starting a new chapter in your life and I just want you to know that I'm here to support you.">> you say. Grace gives you a big hug <<grace "Thank you, Professor.">> she says. <<grace "It's weird, but I feel like I've known you for much longer than a week.">> <<you "Me too. But sometime when you open yourself up to other people, that can happen.">> you say. She smiles. <<grace "I guess so. Maybe I should have been acting like this all along. Maybe then I'd have more friends.">> she says. <<you "Well, the important thing is you're acting like this now. And now you do have more friends.">> you say.<</if>> Just then, you see the bus pulling up. You wave to Wilson and he pulls over and opens the door. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Hello there, travellers! How was the beach?">> he asks. <<grace "Hi Wilson! It was GREAT!">> she says with a huge smile. <<wilson "Wonderful! And you sir? Did you get a chance to relax and stop worrying about that phone of yours?">> he asks you. You weren't worried about it, until now. <<you "Yeah, I was relaxed thanks. You didn't happen to hear if anyone found it?">> you ask him. He shakes his head. <<wilson "Nope. Sorry. Keep checking in with me, I'll keep my ear to the ground.">> he says. You and Grace board the bus and sit down and Wilson starts driving. <<grace "What happened to your phone, Professor?">> Grace asks. You just sigh and shake your head. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4grace">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"> <</nobr>>The bus continues out of the woods and back into civilization. You talk to Grace about how you lost your phone. <<you "So they didn't find it on the bus anywhere. And I'm not even sure when was the last time I had it.">> you say. <<grace "Did you look under your couch?">> she asks. <<grace "I used to lose stuff under there all the time.">> <<you "Yeah, I checked. No luck.">> you say. She shrugs. <<grace "What about at Casey's house? Maybe you lost it over there?">> she suggests. It reminds you that you still need to go over there and check, but you still really don't want to. <<you "Yeah, I guess it could be there.">> you say. <<grace "Well, let's go over there and check. I want to see how everyone is doing, anyway.">> she says. With Grace by your side, you feel a little less uncomfortable about heading back into the lion's den. <img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<you "OK. Let's do it.">> you say. Grace smiles. <<grace "Great!">> The bus ride continues on and when you see your stop (and Casey's) coming up in the distance, you both walk to the front. Wilson sees you in the rearview mirror. <<wilson "Getting off here?">> he asks. <<grace "Yes please!">> grace replies. He stops the bus and you both get off and wave goodbye to him. He pulls away and is gone around the corner and out of sight. You look across the street to Casey's house and see some girls cleaning up trash off the front lawn. Looks like they're all awake now. Well... Here we go. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4grace1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartmentext>> <</nobr>>You and Grace head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but Grace seems genuinely happy to get a chance to check in on her new friends. The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Grace is talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. This gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself. <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you. <<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says. You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Grace. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles. <<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes. <<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles. <<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you. <<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her. <<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Grace are. <<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Grace speaks up though. <<grace "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says. <<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says. <<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Grace, you staying here?">> you ask. <<grace "Yeah, I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Grace talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God. <<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say. <<kaylee "Yeah, Grace told us. That sucks.">> she says. <<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask. <<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">> <<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed. <<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles. <<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Grace decides to stay and help, so you head out alone. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it. You walk over to the girls and Grace speaks up. <<grace "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. <<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning. <<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do. The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Grace decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone. <<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles. <<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Grace is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on. <<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again. <<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Grace must have told them already. <<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">> YOU FREEZE. Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers. <<you "Uhh...">> you stammer. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned by her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">> With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. <img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left">Grace speaks up. <<grace "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out. <<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>><img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="fine arts building" class="left"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshootmem.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashootmem.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>You arrive at the Fine Arts Building and head inside. You walk back towards the photo studios. As expected, the building is empty, it being the weekend. You find the studio that you used for class yesterday. Your mind immediately remembers that experience. It's pretty amazing how a group of young women will whore themselves out, given the proper motivation. All you had to do with your class was provide them the proper environment, and they were stripping out of their knickers faster than shit through a goose. They let you take pictures of them, and some of them went even further than that. Of course, Kaylee went further... but she's all about pushing the sexual envelope. It shouldn't have been surprising when she whipped a dildo out of her purse and started plowing herself with it. That seems like a very "Kaylee" thing to do. What was more surprising, certainly, was that Olivia was getting herself off as well. And even though she was trying, rather unsuccessfully to hide it, she still did it. And then there was Mikayla - the perfect girl - her whole life spent crafting the perfect public image. Yet with a little dig at her self-confidence, and a few pushes, she was desperately stripping down and practically rubbing her pussy all over the camera, just for a drop of affirmation from an authority figure - you. It's amazing what a lifetime of people-pleasing behavior can do to a girl. But even with those sexy thought swirling in your mind, there are some real scary thoughts creeping in as well. You did your best to make sure that none of the girls will talk about your little photo session. They all seemed to be pretty clear that they should keep it a secret, but with this being a small town, secrets are hard to keep. Could this all blow up in your face? With these thoughts in your mind, and no real plan, other than just procrastinating until you're ready to head over to Casey's place, you head into the photo studio, lock the door behind you, and turn on the "do not disturb" light. <<if $party1==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a">><</link>><<elseif $party1==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/bg/town.jpg" alt="town" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/park.jpg" alt="park" class="left"> <</nobr>>You start to wander down the street with no real purpose. You've done your shopping for the week, and you have no other responsibilities right now, so this is really just a liesurely stroll through the downtown of your new home. You make note of some of the other shops here. There's a small clothing store, though it's closed right now, a post office, and the Harrington Historical Society building. It seems to be closed as well. Seems like nothing's open on the weekends around here. What a sleepy little town you've chosen to be your home. Across from the Historical Society, there's a little park with some benches and shade trees. With nothing better to do, you head over there and sit down. You start thinking about your last lesson with your students. You discussed body image issues with them, and as always, you all were able to gain several insights into the subject. You're reminded of how much more thoughtful these girls are than the way you pictured them at the start of your tenure a week ago. You figured you'd just be talking ad nauseum to a bunch of airheads with their faces buried in their phones the whole time. But, surprisingly, they're much deeper thinkers than you would have imagined. All it took was for you to provide them with an opportunity and a safe environment for them to express and examine their thoughts. With that in place, they've all become quite inquisitive. Your thoughts wander around this subject until they are interrupted by a familiar voice. <<if $party1==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a">><</link>><<elseif $party1==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <</nobr>>After turning on the Do Not Disturb light, you feel a sense of relaxation. Knowing that you're completely alone in here, and that no one will come and bother you, makes some of your stress just float away. It will be nice to relax for even an hour or so before ultimately having to confront your misdeeds from last night. You smile, turn around, and are standing face to face with... <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile3.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left">Mikayla. <<mikayla "Hi Professor.">> she says. You blink a few times trying to figure out if she's actually real. <<you "Uh...">> <<mikayla "Sorry. I know I'm probably not supposed to be in here.">> she says. <<you "Uhh...">> <<mikayla "But I figured that no one would notice, since it's the weekend.">> she says. <<you "Uhh... I...">> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile4.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "I guess you figured the same thing, huh?">> she says with a little smile. Well, this is already off to a great start. Instead of being alone in the studio, now you're here with Mikayla. And instead of dodging the potential repercussions of your actions yesterday, now you've locked yourself in a room with a student, on a weekend. This would surely seem nefarious to any outsider. <<you "What are you doing here?">> you manage to ask. <<mikayla "Um... I just wanted some time alone.">> she says. That makes perfect sense, but something about her body language tells you she's holding something back. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<you "Really, that's it?">> you ask. She looks a little nervous. <<mikayla "Yeah. That's it.">> she says. Then, she turns away from you and sits down on the couch in the corner. She's avoiding the conversation, which means she's definitely holding back. Even though you should probably just let sleeping dogs lie, your curiosity gets the best of you. You walk over to her. <<you "Why are you really here, Mikayla.">> you say. It rattles her, and she starts to squirm. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <</nobr>>After turning on the Do Not Disturb light, you feel a sense of relaxation. Knowing that you're completely alone in here, and that no one will come and bother you, makes some of your stress just float away. It will be nice to relax for even an hour or so before ultimately having to confront your misdeeds from last night. You smile, turn around, and are standing face to face with... <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio2.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left">Olivia. You're certainly surprised to see her, and from the nervous look on her face, she's probably surprised to see you here as well. What exactly is she doing here at the photo studio, on campus, on the weekend? <<you "Olivia? What are you doing here?">> you ask. <<olivia "Nothing.">> she says nervously. Well, that's obviously not true. She looks flushed. She's definitely up to something. <<you "Nothing? Really?">> you ask. <<olivia "Yeah. Nothing.">> she says. She turns to head for the door. <<olivia "I have to go.">> she says. You take a step closer to her and she stops in her tracks. <<you "You know, students aren't allowed to be in here on the weekends.">> you say. You're not actually sure if that's true or not, but it sounds like it's true and that's all that matters. <<olivia "I'm sorry.">> she says curtly. <<olivia "It won't happen again.">> She's usually much more combative and antagonistic than this. She really just wants to get out of here. That definitely means she's been up to something, and it's something she doesn't want you to know about. That only makes you more curious. <<you "Look, Olivia, you better tell me what the hell is going on here, or you're going to be in big trouble.">> you say. She sighs. <<olivia "OK. Fine.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophia3.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>It's Sophia. You're a little surprised to see here here. It's always strange seeing your students off campus, but you remind yourself that they live in this town too, so it's not that unusual. <<sophia "Hey Professor.">> she says. <<you "Hi Sophia. I didn't expect to see you here.">> you say. She smiles faintly. <<sophia "Well, here I am.">> she says. You smile at her. There's a nervous pause in the conversation while you both stand there. <<sophia "So, what are you up to?">> she asks. <<you "Oh, you know, just wasting time, I guess.">> you say. She gives you a weird look. <<sophia "That doesn't sound like something a responsible professor should be encouraging.">> she says. <<you "Oh I'm not encouraging it. See I can waste time, but YOU need to be productive.">> you say with a smile. <<you "Speaking of which, what are you up to, young lady?">> you ask. She smiles. <<sophia "Totally not wasting time, sir. I promise!">> she says. You both have a little laugh. <<you "I'm kidding, of course. It's Saturday. You should waste all the time you want.">> <<sophia "I'm glad you approve.">> she says. You smile at her and are about to go on your way when she touches you on the arm, stopping you. <<sophia "Professor?">> <<you "Yes, what is it?">> you ask. <<sophia "Since you have some time... can I talk to you about something?">> she asks. She looks a little nervous. Something's bothering her. Time to do your job. <<you "Sure. Let's sit down.">> you say. The two of you sit down on a bench and you prepare to listen to her problem. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelook.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>>You turn to see Jasmine standing there in front of you. <<jasmine "Hey, Professor. What are you doing here?">> she asks. <<you "Well, this is my town too, isn't it?">> you say with a smile. She smiles back. <<jasmine "I guess so.">> she says. <<jasmine "I guess it's just a little weird seeing you off campus.">> <<you "Well what about last night? Was it weird seeing me at the party?">> you ask. <<jasmine "Definitely weird.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, I kind of agree with you there.">> you say. <<you "But it looked like you were having a lot of fun though.">> She looks a little uncomfortable. It's subtle, but you sense that something's bothering her. <<jasmine "Yeah, it was pretty fun.">> she says. She smiles, but again, you can tell it's not totally genuine. <<you "I mean, everyone seemed to have a good time... until the massive fight broke up the whole party.">> you say. <<jasmine "Yeah, there was definitely some drama.">> she says. <<you "But up until then, it looked like everyone was getting along.">> you say. <<jasmine "Yeah, I guess so.">> she says. She looks away, not making eye contact with you. <<you "Jasmine, is something wrong?">> you ask. She looks back at you. <<jasmine "No. I'm fine. Don't worry about me.">> she says. It seems like something is wrong but she doesn't want to burden you with her problems. <<you "Was it something I said?">> you ask. <<jasmine "No, you didn't do anything. Maybe I'm just still feeling the after effects from the party.">> she says. She keeps referring back to the party. Something about that is definitely on her mind. You gesture to a nearby bench. <<you "I'm going to take a load off. Care to join me?">> you ask. She nods and smiles and the two of you take a seat. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <</nobr>>You and Lauren swim around for a bit enjoying the cool water and the warm sun. You playfully splash each other and she giggles as you play around in the water. After a while, though, she speaks up. <<lauren "I'm getting cold. I think I need to head back to the beach to warm up.">> she says. <<you "OK, let's go.">> you reply. <img src="images/lauren/laurenbeach.jpg" alt="lauren at the beach" class="left">The two of you head to the beach and she sits in the sun. You sit beside her in the sand. She's quiet, and you sense that it's not the normal Lauren kind of quiet. She clearly has something on her mind. You're not sure how to coax it out of her, but you don't want to push, so you start up some casual conversation just to get her to loosen up a bit. <<you "So how did you fare after that party last night? You all were getting pretty hammered.">> you say. She blushes and smiles. <<lauren "I was ok. I don't really get hangovers too bad.">> she says. <img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left"><<you "Just wait until you're my age.">> you reply. Hangovers get exponentially worse as you age, and you're right around that threshold where every one seems like it's the worst you've ever had. And each time, you promise yourself you'll never drink again. One day, it may just turn out to be true. Lauren is smiling at you. <<lauren "Don't talk like that, Professor. You're not THAT old... are you?">> she asks. <<you "Lauren, you don't want to know.">> you reply. She giggles. You're starting to get somewhere with her, so maybe it's time to probe a little deeper. You wait for a momentary pause and then you ask, <<you "So, is there anything you need to talk about?">> you ask. She looks a little nervous. She's getting defensive, instinctively. <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookaway.jpg" alt="lauren looking away" class="left"><<lauren "No. Why?">> she asks. <<you "Well, you just seem like you might have something on your mind.">> you say. She doesn't reply. She just looks away. Guess that's a yes. But should you push her further? <<link "Push further and try to get her to open up." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a1">><</link>> <<link "Just remind her that it's your job to listen to her problems." "saturday 7-3beach1b1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookdown.jpg" alt="lauren looking down" class="left"> <</nobr>>You figure Lauren is the type who needs to be pushed out of her comfort zone if she's ever going to make any progress. She's normally so closed off, that you'll never be able to help her if you don't initiate it first. <<you "Look, Lauren. Something's obviously bothering you. Just tell me. You'll feel better.">> you say. She looks even more nervous. <<lauren "No, it's fine. I'm fine.">> she says. <<you "Lauren, that's crap. You know it and I know it.">> you say. She looks a little sad. <<lauren "I... I can't talk about it.">> she says. <img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren nervous" class="left"><<you "So I was right. There is something wrong.">> you say. She hesitates. <<you "You might as well tell me now.">> you say. She looks like she's about to say something, but instead, she just gets up and starts walking down the beach away from you. You get up too and follow her. You keep pestering her. <<you "Lauren. I'm not letting this go. You're gonna have to tell me sooner or later.">> you say. She just keeps walking. She's walking slowly, though. Clearly, she's allowing you to keep pace with her. If you keep this up, you'll likely get her to talk to you. The two of you walk down the beach for several hundred yards. You keep bugging her to talk to you, she remains silent. Eventually you both end up at the end of the beach where a cliff juts out all the way to the sea. There's nowhere left for her to walk. She turns around and you're looking right at her. She sighs. <<lauren "OK fine. But you can't tell anyone about this.">> She says. you nod, and she begins to tell you what's on her mind. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookaway.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>She clearly has something that's bothering her, but you think it best not to push her. She'd likely close off more if you did. <<you "When I was a kid,">> you say, changing the subject. <<you "I used to get these really bad nightmares.">> She seems to be interested. <<you "And I would wake up terrified. It would take me some time to get over them, but they made it so that I was scared to even go to sleep.">> you say. <<lauren "That's awful. What did you do about them?">> she asks. <<you "Well, my mother told me that i'd feel better if I talked about them. So every time I had one, I'd talk about it with her.">> you say. She seems to get where this is going. <<you "And after a while, I stopped having them. And, I stopped being so worried about having them.">> you say. <<lauren "OK, I get it. You think if I talk to you about what's bothering me that I'll feel better.">> she says. <<you "You, Lauren, are very smart.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back. <<lauren "Look, I don't want to put my problems on you.">> she says. <<you "But that's my job, remember?">> you remind her. She thinks hard for a moment or two. <<lauren "OK fine. I've been having feelings for someone, and it's someone who, like, I never expected to HAVE feelings for.">> she says. <<you "We're talking about sexual feelings here?">> you ask. You're pretty sure that's what she means, but you want to be certain. <<lauren "Yeah.">> she replies. OK, so if we just do a little deductive reasoning here... there aren't really many eligible bachelors on the island, we've found that out already. So Lauren is either talking about another girl, or... is she talking about me? <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1b2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson3==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren shy" class="left"> <</nobr>>Lauren gathers her thoughts for a few moments then begins. <<lauren "I don't really know how to talk about this.">> she says. <<you "How do you eat an elephant?">> you ask her. She looks confused. <<you "One bite at a time.">> you say. She seems to get it. <<you "Just start from the beginning.">> you say. <<lauren "Ok.">> she says. She takes a deep breath. <<lauren "I'm feeling some things, recently, that... well... that I've never felt before.">> she says. You remain silent and let her continue. <<lauren "These feelings are kind of scary for me.">> she says. <<you "What kind of feelings are we talking about here?">> you ask. <<lauren "Sexual ones.">> she says. You figured as much, but you needed to be sure. You wonder if her feelings have to do with your little office session with her last week. I mean, the two of you certainly shared a "moment" with that one. Then there was another moment between you two yesterday at this very beach. <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left">Is Lauren getting a little too attached to you? <<you "These feelings... are they about you and me?">> you ask. She blushes. <<you "I'm only asking because... well, we've been fooling around a little...">> you say. <<lauren "No, professor. Don't get me wrong, I like what we've been doing. And I really like you. But THOSE feelings I'm fine with. Those feelings I'm used to.">> she says. That's cryptic. <<you "OK, so what's so different about these new feelings then?">> you ask her. <<you "So what is it about these feelings that makes you scared?">> you ask. She hesitates. <<you "What's different about these feelings?">> <img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren nervous" class="left"><<lauren "Well... they're about... a girl.">> she says. Yeah, you had suspected that Lauren might be looking to experiment a little. There have been some hints. <<you "OK, Lauren. There's nothing wrong with that.">> you say. She nods. <<you "Is that what you're worried about? That there's something wrong with you being attracted to a girl?">> you ask. <<lauren "No, it's not that. I know that's not wrong.">> she says. <<you "So what is it?">> you ask. <<lauren "It's... Mikayla.">> she says. OH... <<you "Mikayla... Morrison?">> you ask. <<lauren "Yes, of course. Who did you think I meant?">> she asks. <<you "I don't know. I just wanted to be sure.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back sheepishly. <<lauren "So can you help me?">> she asks. <<you "Help you... what?">> <<lauren "Help me... help me... I don't know! I just don't know what to do!">> she says. This is a weird situation. Does she need help dealing with her feelings? Does she need help figuring out how to tell Mikayla? Or is she literally looking for you to be some sort of match maker here? <<you "OK, Lauren. I'm here to help, certainly. But I'm not exactly sure what you need me to do.">> you say. <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookdown.jpg" alt="lauren looking down" class="left"><<lauren "Well, could you just tell me what I should do?">> she asks. <<you "Lauren, I can't tell you that. You have to figure that out for yourself.">> you say. <<lauren "But I can't! I've been trying to do that and I have no idea what to do about this! Why can't you just tell me what to do?">> she pleads. You feel for her, but she needs to understand that it's her decision. But.. maybe there's something you can do to help her. That said, Lauren needs to grow as a person. Maybe encouraging her to face this problem on her own would be for the best. <<link "Try to help Lauren with her Mikayla problem." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a3">><<set $laurenhelp=2>><</link>> <<link "Encourage her to get out of her comfort zone and deal with her problem on her own." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a3">><<set $laurenhelp=1>><</link>> <<elseif $lesson3==1>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren shy" class="left"> <</nobr>>Lauren gathers her thoughts for a few moments then begins. <<lauren "I don't really know how to talk about this.">> she says. <<you "How do you eat an elephant?">> you ask her. She looks confused. <<you "One bite at a time.">> you say. She seems to get it. <<you "Just start from the beginning.">> you say. <<lauren "Ok.">> she says. She takes a deep breath. <<lauren "I'm feeling some things, recently, that... well... that I've never felt before.">> she says. You remain silent and let her continue. <<lauren "These feelings are kind of scary for me.">> she says. <<you "What kind of feelings are we talking about here?">> you ask. <<lauren "Sexual ones.">> she says. You figured as much, but you needed to be sure. <<you "Well, it is my job to help you navigate those kind of feelings.">> you say. She nods, hesitantly. <<you "So do you want to talk about them?">> you ask. <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookdown.jpg" alt="lauren looking down" class="left"><<lauren "I don't know.">> she says. Clearly she DOES know. She wants to talk about them, but she's scared to do so. <<you "I think you do know, Lauren. You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't.">> you say. She looks uncomfortable. <<you "Let's just start with something small. You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to, but isn't there at least SOMETHING you can tell me?">> you ask. She thinks for a moment. <<lauren "I think I have a crush on someone... and I don't know what to do about it.">> she says. Your mind immediately goes into logical gymnastics. She has a crush on someone. She attends an all girls school. She probably doesn't have many interactions with any of the few men on the island... so her crush is either another girl... or you. Oh boy. <<you "OK. Can you tell me more?">> you ask. <img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><<lauren "I don't want to.">> she says. <<you "OK, that's fine.">> you reply, not wanting to push. <<you "How do you feel about your situation?">> you ask. <<lauren "I'm scared. I don't know what to do and I'm afraid that anything I do will just ruin everything.">> she says. <<you "That's valid. But have you thought that something you do could end up making everything better as well?">> you ask. She looks like she genuinely never considered that, but only for just a moment. Then she goes back to worrying. <<lauren "No. It doesn't work like that for me.">> she says. <<you "What do you mean?">> you ask. <<lauren "I just ruin things.">> she says. <<you "Lauren, I'm sure that's not true.">> you assure her. <<lauren "It is! I'm so stupid and awkward and I just overthink things until I can't even make the littlest decision... and then...">> <<you "And then you just give up.">> you say. <<lauren "YES! What's wrong with me?">> she asks. <<you "Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with you, per se. But, you're focused so much on preventing yourself from doing the wrong thing, making the wrong decision, that you don't get it.">> you say. <<lauren "Don't get what?">> she asks. <img src="images/lauren/laurenlookaway.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><<you "That when you know you need to do SOMETHING, doing nothing is ALWAYS the wrong decision.">> you say. She seems to understand but she's still not happy with that. <<you "Look at it this way, if there's something you want, but you don't know how to get it, you have two choices: either do something, or do nothing. Now doing something may work out, and you get what you want, or it may not, and you don't get what you want. But doing nothing will GUARANTEE that you don't get what you want.">> you say. <<lauren "I know. But it's hard to know where to start.">> she says. She seems pretty stressed out about it. <<you "Look, Lauren. I don't want to force you into something you're not ready for, but if you keep putting off making a decision and taking some action, nothing's ever going to happen.">> you say. She nods. <<you "How about this: you can come talk to me about your feelings and your fears and your crush whenever you want. I can't make the decision for you, but I can listen. Sometimes just talking it out will help you figure out what to do next.">> you say. <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left">She seems hopeful. <<lauren "OK. I like that.">> she says. <<lauren "But I don't really want to talk about it now.">> she says. <<you "That's fine. I'm here when you need me.">> you say. <<you "But now, what do you say we head back?">> you ask. She smiles and nods and the two of you head back up the trail away from the beach. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1a4">><<set $laurenhelp=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile1.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>She's probably not going to come right out and tell you who this person is, but better check anyway. <<you "OK. So I assume you don't feel comfortable telling me who this person is.">> you say. <<lauren "No. It's not that I don't trust you, but I'm just not ready to do that.">> she says. That's vague. Could be anyone, really. You want to find out more. You need to know who it is she's talking about if you're going to do anything about it. <<if $lesson3==2>>With what's been going on between the two of you, first in your office last week, and then at the beach yesterday, it definitely could be you that she's talking about. It would make sense, but it could be trouble. You liked fooling around with her, but you don't want her falling in love with you. And you'd hate to lead her on. <<you "Lauren?">> <<lauren "Yes?">> <<you "These feelings, are they... look, I'm just going to come out and say it, are they about me? About what we've been doing together?">> you ask. She wrinkles her face in confusion, then realizes what you're asking. <<lauren "Oh no!">> she exclaims. <<lauren "I mean... don't get me wrong, that stuff was, well, it was really fun and pretty hot! But I... no, I don't feel... there not about you.">> she says. Then she looks a little nervous. <<lauren "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with you, Professor. I mean you're hot... like... for an... old...er guy.">> she says uncomfortably. You chuckle. <<you "Gee, thanks Lauren.">> you say. She smiles nervously. <<lauren "I'm sorry.">> she says. You're not too worried about it. <<you "No worries, Lauren. I know what we have going on. It's fun for me too.">> you say. She seems relieved and smiles. <<lauren "Good.">> she says. <<you "But, you know, since we've shared some pretty intimate secrets and experiences with each other, don't you think you can tell me who it is that you're having these feelings for? You know I'm not going to tell anyone.">> you say. <<lauren "I know.">> <<you "Well?">> She thinks long and hard, and then seems to decide it's OK to tell you. <<lauren "OK. It's... Mikayla.">> <<you "Wow, OK. That's spicy.">> you say. She giggles nervously and slaps you on the arm. <<lauren "Don't joke! I'm really freaking out here!">> she says. <<you "OK, I'm sorry. But it is pretty spicy.">> you say. She smiles. <<lauren "I guess it is. But... what am I supposed to do about it?">> she says. <<you "I can't tell you what to do, Lauren. It's your feelings and it's your life. You have to make the decisions.">> you say. <<lauren "But I don't even know if she'd be into me! I don't know if she likes girls. Hell, I'm not sure I even like girls!">> she says. <<you "But you know you like her, right?">> you ask. She nods. <<lauren "Can you help me find out if... if she'd want to...">> she stammers. You know what she's asking, but you're not sure if you should wade this deep into this thing. But Lauren seems pretty desperate. <<lauren "Ugh! I don't know what to do! Can't you just tell me what to do?!">> <<link "Help Lauren figure out if Mikayla is into her." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a3">><<set $laurenhelp=2>><</link>> <<link "Tell her you can't do that, but you're always here to listen." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a3">><<set $laurenhelp=1>><</link>><<elseif $lesson3==1>> <<you "OK, that's fair. But, you know, the more you tell me, the better you'll probably feel about the whole thing.">> you say. She thinks hard about this. <<lauren "You have to promise that you won't tell anyone about this.">> she says. <<you "Of course not. Look, I'm a professional. This is my job. I don't take that responsibility lightly. If you tell me something, anything, it stays between you and me.">> you say. <<lauren "OK. Well the person is... it's someone who we both know.">> she says. OK, now we're getting somewhere. <<you "I'm assuming, given our current situation here on the island, that this person is a girl.">> you say. She nods nervously. <<lauren "Yeah.">> she says. <<you "How do you feel about that?">> you ask. <<lauren "Terrified! I've never felt like this about a girl before. I didn't even think I liked girls!">> she says. <<you "Well, sexuality is a spectrum. And there's nothing wrong with exploring that spectrum. I think that understanding and accepting your feelings is a good thing, don't you?">> you ask. <<lauren "But that's just it, I DON'T understand them!">> she says. <<you "Well, I never said it would be easy. Just that it's something that is worth putting in the work to achieve.">> you say. She still looks uncomfortable. <<you "Listen, Lauren, this is life. It's all about figuring yourself out. Hell, I'm way older than you, and I haven't even figured myself out yet. It's an ongoing process.">> you say. <<lauren "But... where do I even start?">> she asks. <<you "You already have. You're talking to me about it. You're figuring it out right now.">> you say. <<lauren "I guess.">> she says. <<you "And no matter what comes up, you have to know that I'm here to listen. I can't figure it out for you, only you can do that, but when you need to talk, I'm here. And the talking will help you figure it out, OK?">> She takes in all that you've said. You can see the thoughts churning in her mind. She looks back at you and smiles. <<lauren "OK. I guess you're right.">> she says. <<you "Not all the time, but on this one, yeah. I'm pretty sure I am.">> you say. She smiles and gives you hug. <<lauren "Thanks, Professor.">> she says. It's getting pretty hot on the beach, so the two of you decide it's time to leave. You gather up your things and head back up the path away from the beach. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1a4">><<set $laurenhelp=1>><</link>><</if>>

<<if $laurenhelp==2>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile1.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenbeach.jpg" alt="lauren at the beach" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Lauren, I can't tell you how to live your life. And you wouldn't really want me to, would you?">> you ask. She seems to agree, reluctantly. <<you "But, I do want to help you, if I can.">> you say. She looks hopeful. <<you "Look, it's a bit outside my responsibilities here, but I could maybe help you find out if Mikayla would even be interested in...">> you say. She cuts you off by hugging you. <<lauren "Oh thank you thank you!">> she exclaims, giggling and hugging you. You laugh and hug her back. <<you "OK, calm down.">> you say. She pulls away, blushing and smiling. <<lauren "Sorry. I got a little excited.">> she says. <<you "I'll say.">> you reply. You haven't really seen Lauren that excited; she's normally so reserved. It's nice to see this side of her, but you want to make sure that she's not just depending on you to live her life for her. <<you "I just want you to be clear, I'm going to do what I can for you, but this is YOUR life, Lauren. Remember that.">> you say. She nods. <<lauren "I know. And I don't want you making all my decisions for me. I want to choose my own path, but... I just need a little help.">> she says. Seems like she's in a good mental state about this. <<you "Good. I think that's a good way to think about this. We all need a little help from time to time and I don't want you to be afraid to ask for it.">> you say. She nods. <<you "OK then.">> you say. You've both had plenty of time to dry off and warm up on the beach. In fact, it's getting pretty hot now. Lauren seems to be feeling it too. <<lauren "I think I'm going to head back now. You want to come with me?">> she asks. <<you "You read my mind.">> you say. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1a4">><</link>><<elseif $laurenhelp==1>><<nobr>> <<bg beach>> <img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"> <</nobr>>Lauren seems very distressed by the whole situation. Her emotions and her hormones are swirling around and she really doesn't know what to do next. But that's part of life. And Lauren needs to learn that. She's so sheltered, she's never going to come out of that shell unless she has no other choice. <<you "Lauren, I know you want me to just tell you what to do, but I can't do that.">> you say. <<lauren "I don't want that.">> she says unconvincingly. <<you "Come on, Lauren. We both know what's going on here.">> you say. she looks a little ashamed. <<lauren "It's just so hard. What if I do the wrong thing and ruin everything?">> she asks. <<you "Well, then that's what happens. And then you learn from it and move on. That's life.">> you say. <<lauren "Well... life really sucks.">> she says. You chuckle. <<you "Yeah, sometimes it does.">> you say. She pouts. <<you "Here's what I can do. If you ever want to talk about any of this, I'll listen. But it wouldn't be good for you if I just told you what to do, or fought your battles for you.">> you say. She nods reluctantly. <<you "You need to do it. That way you're the one learning and accomplishing things in life.">> you say. <<lauren "OK. I get it.">> she says. <<lauren "But... you promise I can talk to you about this stuff whenever I need to?">> she asks. <<you "I promise.">> you say. She smiles. <<lauren "OK.">> she says. She wipes a little sweat from her brow. <<lauren "I'm getting hot. You want to head back now?">> she asks. <<you "Lead the way.">> you reply. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1a4">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg woods>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenwalk.jpg" alt="lauren walking" class="left"> <</nobr>>You and Lauren walk through the woods on your way back to the road. After being in the sun for so long, It's nice to cool down a bit in the shade of the trees. Lauren saunters along slowly, looking from time to time at interesting things she finds in the woods. She seems in no real hurry to get back to town and neither are you. <<if $laurenhelp==1>> You decide to try to learn a little more about her new found infatuation with Mikayla. <<you "So... how long have you felt this way... about Mikayla, I mean?">> you ask. Her guard seems to be really let down; she responds immediately. <<lauren "Well, since before we started class together, actually. At first it was just, well, I saw her around campus, and she's... well... she's so pretty.">> she says. <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren shy" class="left"><<you "She is.">> you say. You don't want to give too much away, but you're a red-blooded, heterosexual male, and Mikayla is EXTREMELY attractive. <<lauren "I was always just really fascinated by her, you know, given who she is.">> she says. <<lauren "But I was also really intimidated by her, for the same reasons, I guess.">> <<you "I can understand that.">> you say. <<lauren "But I don't think it really clicked with me until I got to know her better in class. It's like, even though she's Mikayla Morrison... THE Mikayla Morrison, she's still just a regular person. She still has all the same fears and weird personality things that we all have.">> she says. <<you "That's true.">> <img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left"><img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<lauren "And... I don't know... something about that made me like her even more. And I just... I can't stop thinking about her.">> she says. <<lauren "I don't know. Does that sound weird to you?">> she asks. <<you "Not at all. It sounds perfectly normal.">> you reassure her. She smiles at you and you smile back. You eventually reach the road and wait for the shuttle to arrive.<<else>> <<you "I really like these woods.">> you say, trying to make conversation. <<lauren "Me too. I used to have a little wooded area behind my old house. We moved when I was ten, but I still remember how much fun it was exploring back there.">> she says. <<you "I used to run around in the woods when I was a kid too!">> you say. <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<lauren "Really? That's so cool!">> she says. <<you "Yeah, I always found that it was easier to play make-believe when you were in the woods.">> you say. She smiles. <<lauren "Me too! I really miss that.">> <<you "Playing make-believe?">> you ask. <<lauren "Yeah. I guess that's just something we all grow out of when we get older.">> she says. If only she knew that your whole damn life is make-believe. <<you "Yeah, I guess so.">> you say, not wanting to give anything away. <<you "I guess so.">> The two of you eventually reach the road and wait together for the bus to arrive.<</if>> Just then, you see the bus pulling up. You wave to Wilson and he pulls over and opens the door. <<wilson "Hello there, travellers! How was the beach?">> he asks. <<you "Great. Thanks for suggesting it.">> you say. <<wilson "My pleasure! And you young lady? Did you get a chance to relax?">> he asks Lauren. She smiles shyly. <<lauren "Yes. Thank you.">> she says. Wilson smiles at her then looks back to you. You want to check about your phone. <<you "You didn't happen to hear if anyone found my phone, did you?">> you ask him. He shakes his head. <<wilson "Nope. Sorry. Keep checking in with me, I'll keep my ear to the ground.">> he says. You and Lauren board the bus and sit down and Wilson starts driving. <<lauren "What happened to your phone, Professor?">> she asks. You just sigh and shake your head. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4lauren">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartment>> <img src="images/saturday7/missedcalls.webp" alt="missed calls" class="left"> <</nobr>>You return back to your apartment feeling dejected that you've been unable to find your phone. You were already a little anxious about any potential fallout from that party last night, and now, on top of that, you can't find your lifeline to the world. You wonder who may have been trying to call you. You can't help but think that you've missed a whole bunch of calls, even though you know that's probably not true. Funny how when you have your phone, no one really calls you, but when you lose it, you're worried about it. <<if $annie.second==8>><img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">Then you remember... Annie. Gorgeous, intimidatingly beautiful Annie, who for some reason actually likes you even though you've been nothing but weird and awkward around her. Yes, THAT Annie. She invited you over to her place to have dinner tonight. And she was going to call you. SHIT. You don't know where she lives, either. So it's not like you can just show up. You think hard about if there's a way you can salvage this. There's not. You blew it. Your best bet is to just hope that you run into her again and apologize profusely. Hopefully she'll understand.<<else>>Who knows, honestly. It's not like you can do anything about it now anyway. You're just going to stress yourself out thinking about it. It's not like you were expecting any important calls, and that phone number is not really widely available. I mean, you just got it like a week ago. So you decide it's best not to worry about things that are out of your control.<</if>> It's been a long day what with all the running around and looking for your phone, your morning encounters with some of the island's beautiful ladies, and your afternoon impromptu counseling session. Right now, all you want to do is just relax with a nice cold beer and a nice hot homemade meal. <img src="images/saturday7/curry.jpg" alt="curry" class="left">You get into your fridge where your groceries are and start pulling out some that you think you can make something delicious out of. This is usually how you do it. Recipes are for pussies. You make an improvised curry sort of thing and settle down on the couch for a relaxing evening. <<link "CONTINUE" "marshals cutaway 1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartmentext>> <</nobr>>You and Lauren head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Lauren, though not the social butterfly, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you. The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Lauren is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself. <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you. <<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says. You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Lauren. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles. <<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes. <<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles. <<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you. <<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her. <<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Lauren are. <<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Lauren speaks up though. <<lauren "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says. <<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says. <<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Lauren, you coming or staying?">> you ask. <<lauren "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Lauren talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God. <<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say. <<kaylee "Yeah, Lauren told us. That sucks.">> she says. <<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask. <<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">> <<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed. <<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles. <<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Lauren decides to stay and help, so you head out alone. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it. You walk over to the girls and Lauren speaks up. <<lauren "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. <<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning. <<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do. The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Lauren decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles. <<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Lauren is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on. <<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again. <<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Lauren must have told them already. <<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">> YOU FREEZE. Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers. <<you "Uhh...">> you stammer. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">> With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Lauren speaks up. <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><<lauren "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out. <<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurensmile1.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left"> <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left"> <</nobr>>The bus travels along, taking you and Lauren out of the woods and back towards the town. She's quiet for a few minutes, and you are as well. Then she tries to strike up a conversation. <<lauren "So where do you think you lost your phone?">> she asks. <<you "I wish I knew. I don't even remember the last time I had it.">> you say. <<lauren "Well, whenever I lose anything, I just retrace my steps. What did you do today?">> she asks. <<you "Well, I went to the store, and I stopped by campus.">> you tell her, leaving out the details, of course. <<you "But I noticed I was missing it right away, so I don't think it's in either of those places.">> you say. <<lauren "Maybe it's back at your apartment?">> <<you "No, I already looked all over there.">> She thinks for a minute. <<lauren "Well, did you lose it at Casey's house?">> she asks. You've been dreading thinking about it, but you have to face it now. <<you "Maybe.">> you say. <<lauren "Well, let's just go there and check.">> she says. It's probably time you suck it up and do just that. <<you "OK. Let's do it.">> you say. After a few minutes, Wilson drops you off at your bus stop and then drives away. You look across the street and see that there are some girls cleaning up the front lawn. Looks like the crew is finally awake. You take a deep breath, and you both head over there. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4lauren1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashootmem.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>You stand over Mikayla as she fidgets nervously. <<you "Mikayla, you and I both know that you're not the type to just take some time off to relax. If you're in here, on a weekend, there's a reason.">> you say. <<mikayla "No there's not.">> she says. <<you "Mikayla, I really don't like it when people lie to me.">> you say. You're hoping this taps into her near obsessive need to please authority figures. Judging from the shift in her facial expression, you think that it's working. She looks down and takes a deep breath. <<mikayla "OK, fine. You're right. I'm not just here to get some time to myself, well, not only for that.">> she says. <<you "Good. Now we're getting somewhere.">> you say. <<you "So why are you really here?">> you ask. She takes a moment to gather herself. Whatever it is, she's trying to figure out the best way to tell you. You give her time. <<mikayla "I... I haven't been able to stop thinking about yesterday.">> she says. <<you "Do you mean the party?">> you ask. <<mikayla "No, not the party. I mean... our class... the lesson from yesterday.">> she says. So that's it. Guess you're not the only one who's been thinking about yesterday's little photoshoot. <<you "The photoshoot.">> you say. She nods. <<you "What was it, specifically, that's been on your mind?">> you ask. You're pretty sure you know, but you want to hear her say it. <<mikayla "I... I... no. I don't want to talk about it.">> She says. You've already come this far with Mikayla. And now, she's shutting down again. From what you know about her personality, there are a couple ways you could play this. <<link "Play on her need to please authority figures and take a strong hand with her." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a1">><</link>> <<link "Play on her overachieving nature and let her know that you can only help her improve herself if she opens up to you." "saturday 7-3campus1a1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <</nobr>>If there's one thing you know about Mikayla, it's that she has a desperate need to please authority figures. She's a people pleaser and a rule follower. And even though she's gotten out of her little shell a bit in the last week, you know she'll revert back to those behaviors if you push her in that direction. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<you "Mikayla. I'm really disappointed in you. I never thought that you'd straight out lie to your teacher. That's not the type of person you are.">> you say. She immediately looks ashamed. <<mikayla "I know, Professor. I'm sorry.">> she says. <<you "Mikayla, sorry is not good enough. It's just a word.">> you say. <<mikayla "I know.">> <<you "Then you need to tell me what's really going on. Tell me why you're here.">> you say with a firm tone. That seems to seal the deal. <<mikayla "I can't stop thinking about the photoshoot yesterday.">> she says. <<you "I know. You said that much already. Stop wasting my time, Mikayla.">> you say. She snaps to, like a soldier given an order. <<mikayla "I was disappointed in myself. I just knew I could do better, but there wasn't enough time.">> she says. So that's it. Mikayla wants to be the best slut she can be. You figured it might be that, but now you know for sure. Her overachieving mindset won't let her lose, no matter the contest. And if that contest is to take off all her clothes and get slutty in front of a camera, then so be it. <<you "Don't worry, Mikayla. You did perfectly fine.">> you say. You're careful to word it exactly this way, knowing that it will make her even more driven. <<mikayla "I DON'T WANT TO BE JUST FINE.">> she says adamantly. <<you "You want to be the best.">> you say. She nods. <<mikayla "Yes. But I... I just don't know how to do it. I've been here trying all day.">> she says. You picture her stripping down here and looking at herself in the mirror, trying different poses and moving her fit petite body around. THE Mikayla Morrison, practicing her slut game. It almost makes you laugh. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1a2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson3==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>She sits there with a worried and frustrated look on her face. She's clearly trying hard to figure this all out. She seems convinced that being sexy and slutty is something she should be able to just "schoolbook" her way through to the top. She's pretty much been able to do that with everything else in her life. But this thing is different, and you know that. <<you "Don't beat yourself up, Mikayla. You haven't really had a lot of experience here.">> you say. She huffs. <<mikayla "That doesn't matter. I can do anything I put my mind to.">> she says. <<you "Sure. That's the right attitude. But you still need time to develop any skill. You know that.">> you say. <<mikayla "Yes, I know.">> she says. <<you "Practice makes perfect.">> you remind her. She sighs. <<mikayla "But I don't even know where to start. What do I even practice?">> she says. You can definitely think of a few things. <<you "Have you thought, maybe, you could talk to Kaylee about this? She's the resident expert on the subject, you know.">> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "No. I can't do that.">> she says adamantly. <<you "Why not?">> <<mikayla "She's too... we wouldn't... I just can't.">> she says. You get it. Even though she and Kaylee have been getting along better this last week, she still has all the bad memories from when Kaylee was making fun of her all the time. <<mikayla "I don't know what to do, Professor.">> she says. You just give her a sympathetic nod. <<you "It's a tough one.">> you say. <<mikayla "Can you help me?">> she asks. You were waiting for this. It was only logical, you being The Sex Teacher, that she would eventually ask you to teach her how to be sexy. <<you "Well, I don't really know what you expect me to do, Mikayla.">> you say, with feigned innocence. She's smart, though, and she sees through it. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasass.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "Oh come on. After what we did in your office last week, you really expect me to believe that?">> she asks. You smile. <<you "OK, you got me.">> you say. <<you "But still, what are you thinking here?">> you ask. <<mikayla "Well, we could have private sessions, like the one in your office, but we could do them in here instead.">> she says. <<mikayla "And you could teach me... EVERYTHING.">> Oh boy. So there it is. She wants you to teach her EVERYTHING about being a sexy little slut. How far do you want to take this? <<link "Help her out, but keep your hands to yourself. Anything more would be to risky." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a3">><<set $mikaylateach=1>><</link>> <<link "Fuck it. Let's teach her EVERYTHING." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a3">><<set $mikaylateach=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson3==2>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>She sits there with a worried and frustrated look on her face. She's clearly trying hard to figure this all out. She seems convinced that being sexy and slutty is something she should be able to just "schoolbook" her way through to the top. She's pretty much been able to do that with everything else in her life. But this thing is different, and you know that. <<you "Don't beat yourself up, Mikayla. You haven't really had a lot of experience here.">> you say. She huffs. <<mikayla "That doesn't matter. I can do anything I put my mind to.">> she says. <<you "Sure. That's the right attitude. But you still need time to develop any skill. You know that.">> you say. <<mikayla "Yes, I know.">> she says. <<you "Practice makes perfect.">> you remind her. She sighs. <<mikayla "But I don't even know where to start. What do I even practice?">> she says. You can definitely think of a few things. <<you "Have you thought, maybe, you could talk to Kaylee about this? She's the resident expert on the subject, you know.">> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "No. I can't do that.">> she says adamantly. <<you "Why not?">> <<mikayla "She's too... we wouldn't... I just can't.">> she says. You get it. Even though she and Kaylee have been getting along better this last week, she still has all the bad memories from when Kaylee was making fun of her all the time. <<mikayla "I don't know what to do, Professor.">> she says. You just give her a sympathetiic nod. <<you "It's a tough one.">> you say. <<mikayla "Can you help me?">> she asks. You were waiting for this. It was only logical, you being The Sex Teacher, that she would eventually ask you to teach her how to be sexy. <<you "Well, I don't really know what you expect me to do, Mikayla.">> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylabitelip.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "I don't know. Aren't you supposed to teach us about these things? Isn't that your job?">> she asks. Technically she's right. It is your job to teach your students about having a healthy sex life. You just never thought one of them would be asking you to teach her how to be the best slut she can be. <<you "Not exactly, Mikayla. My job is to teach you how to have a safe and healthy sex life. But this seems like we're going a little too far, don't you think?">> you ask. She stands up right in front of you and pleads. <<mikayla "Oh please! You have to help me. I won't tell anyone about any of this, if that's what you're worried about.">> she says. It was something you were worried about, certainly. <<you "I don't know, Mikayla.">> you say. <<mikayla "PLEEEAAASEE?!">> she begs. She looks so adorable. How are you gonna say no to that? <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile3.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<you "Fine.">> you reply. She giggles and hugs you." <<mikayla "OH THANK YOU!!">> she exclaims. You pull yourself away from her. <<you "OK, but we have to be clear here, Mikayla... NO TOUCHING, and NO ONE CAN KNOW.">> you say. She steps back and nods her head obediently. <<mikayla "Yes, Professor. I promise.">> she says. <<mikayla "So when do we start?">> she asks. <<you "Well, not now. I need to find my phone. I lost it.">> you say. <<mikayla "Well let's go find it then!">> she says with a smile. Guess Mikayla's helping you now. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1a4">><<set $mikaylateach=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>You know that something is bothering Mikayla. Judging by her personality, it's likely that there's something she's trying to do and she can't do it... and that inability is driving her nuts. You play on that. <<you "Look, Mikayla, obviously you're having trouble with something and you're frustrated with yourself. That much is obvious.">> you say. She still looks worried, but doesn't say anything. <<you "I know it's hard for you to ask for help. You want to prove that you can do anything, no matter what, on your own.">> you say. <<mikayla "Yes.">> she says. <<you "But it doesn't always work out that way. and whatever it is that you're trying to accomplish, I can try to help you, if you'll just ask.">> you say. She still looks hesitant. <<you "It's either that or you continue to struggle until you eventually give up and fail. Is that really how you want this to go?">> you ask. It's the mention of failure that really triggers her into action. You know that's something she cannot live with. She musters up her courage and speaks. <<mikayla "OK, Professor, you're right. It's about the photoshoot yesterday.">> she says. <<you "What about it?">> <<mikayla "I don't think I did the best that I could. I want to do better.">> she says. It must have been nagging at her since yesterday. Even though you just wanted an excuse to get the girls naked in front of you, Mikayla seems to really have taken to the challenge of being the best damn slut on campus. Granted, with Kaylee around, that's going to be tough, but Mikayla is like a little terrier; once she gets a goal in mind, she's going to pursue it, relentlessly. <<you "Mikayla, I think you did just fine yesterday.">> you say, knowing it will only make her more dedicated to perfection. <<mikayla "No. I can do better. I know I can!">> she says, determined. Then her face drops a bit. <<mikayla "I'm just not sure how.">> Here's your opening. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1b2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson3==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile4.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasass.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Well, Mikayla, I think I can help you with this. After all, it's kind of my job to do so.">> you say. That's sort of true, it's your job to help these girls learn to have happy and healthy sex lives. It's not really your job to get them naked and teach them how to be slutty. But... to //may// to - to //mah// to. <<mikayla "Oh thank you, Professor.">> she says with a smile. <<you "I just want to make sure, before we start working on this, that you're going to be comfortable doing these things with me.">> you say. She blushes a little. <<mikayla "Well, after what happened in your office last week, I think I feel pretty comfortable with you.">> she says. This is GOOD! <<you "OK, so then tell me what exactly you want to get out of our work together.">> you say. She thinks for a moment. <<mikayla "I want to be the best!">> she says. <<you "At what, exactly?">> you ask, trying to get her to be more specific. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylabitelip.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "I want to be the sexiest. I want to be the best at... well at sex. I've only ever had one boyfriend...">> she says. <<you "Geoffrey, yes. I remember.">> you say. <<mikayla "Yes, and he... well, he wasn't really too concerned with these kind of things.">> she says. You nod. <<you "Yes.">> you say. <<mikayla "So I guess I just need someone experienced to teach me. I want you to teach me, Professor. Will you teach me sex?">> she says. Now here's an interesting decision you have to make. You can "teach" Mikayla just by giving her knowledge... but the best way for her to learn is by... DOING. You want to, of course, teach her this way. Not just for her, but for your dick as well. But it could lead to some trouble if anyone found out. What do you want to do? <<link "Teach Mikayla, but keep your dick out of her." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a3">><<set $mikaylateach=1>><</link>> <<link "Teach Mikayla and get your dick wet in the process." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a3">><<set $mikaylateach=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson3==2>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylabitelip.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile4.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile3.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "OK, Mikayla. If I were to help you, what do you think you would need from me?">> you ask. <<mikayla "I just want someone who knows about this stuff, someone... experienced, who can help me get better.">> she says. <<you "Better at... what?">> you ask. You know, you just want to hear her say it. <<mikayla "Better at being sexy, at attracting guys. You know, better at... sex.">> she says. <<you "OK, I get it. But we need to be clear, there are going to be some ground rules if I help you.">> you say. <<mikayla "Yes sir.">> she says. <<you "We can do this, but no one can know about it. Because I could get into a lot of trouble.">> you say. <<mikayla "Yes. I understand.">> she says. <<you "Good. And you also have to trust me and do exactly what I tell you to.">> you say. <<mikayla "Yes, Professor. I will. I promise.">> she says. <<you "OK then. I think we can make this work. We can meet here in the studio when we both have time.">> you say. She smiles and giggles a little. <<mikayla "Oh this is going to be fun!">> she says. Your thoughts exactly. You'll certainly enjoy getting little miss perfect Mikayla Morrison to get naked and slut out in front of you. You just hope you'll be able to keep it a secret. <<mikayla "So can we start now?">> she asks. <<you "No, I actually lost my phone and I need to find it before I do anything else.">> you say. <<mikayla "Oh I can help you with that!">> she says with a smile. How can you say no to that? <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1a4">><<set $mikaylateach=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<if $mikaylateach==2>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylabitelip.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasass.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"> <</nobr>>This may be extremely risky. It may end up with your demise. If people found out that not only are you "teaching" your student how to be the best slut she can be, and that the student in question is THE Mikayla Morrison, AND that you were also dicking her during the process... well... that would be bad, to say the least. Still... She's so fucking hot and you really want to have the opportunity to put your dick in her. So, to use an expression that's a bit past its expiration date: YOLO. Time to fucking do this. <<you "So, Mikayla, I just want us to be clear here, you're going to have to do everything that I say, and, you're going to have to be comfortable getting intimate with me.">> you say. She looks a little confused. <<mikayla "I will definitely do whatever you say, Professor, you know that. But what do you mean by intimate?">> she asks. You're done mincing words. <<you "We're going to be having sex. A lot.">> you say. She looks a little surprised, but not upset. In fact, she blushes a little. <<mikayla "Oh. I didn't expect that.">> she says. Then she thinks about it. <<mikayla "I guess it makes sense though. I mean, you have to test and evaluate my progress.">> she says. <<you "That's right.">> you say. And boy are you gonna "test" her. <<mikayla "So when can we start?">> she asks. You'd like to rip her clothes off, throw her down on the couch and "start" right now. But you still need to find your phone. You've wasted enough time on distractions today. <<you "Soon, but right now, I have other things I need to deal with.">> you say. <<mikayla "Like what? Can I help?">> she asks. You sigh. <<you "I lost my phone... somewhere.">> you say. <<mikayla "Oh no! I hate losing my phone. I feel so vulnerable without it.">> she says. You agree. When the hell did we become so dependent on these things?! <<you "Yeah, I've been looking for it all morning.">> you say. <<you "I don't even really remember the last time I had it.">> <<mikayla "Well, it's always in the last place you look.">> she says. That is literally true... unless you just give up looking for it. In which case it is most certainly not true. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1a4">><</link>><<elseif $mikaylateach==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <</nobr>>It's going to be a little risky doing this. After all, she's a student of yours, she's asking you to teach her some slut game, and she's THE Mikayla Morrison. Still, if you can do this without actually putting yourself in physical contact with her, you'll have a much better time convincing people that it was all a Human Sexuality lesson, should anyone find out. Hopefully you won't even have to deal with any of that, if you can keep this all a secret. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile4.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<you "So, Mikayla. I need you to understand that I will help you with this, but you can't tell anyone about it.">> you say. <<mikayla "Yes. I understand, really I do.">> she says convincingly. <<you "Good. You also need to understand that... how do I put this?">> you ponder while she waits. <<you "I know that we had an experience in my office last week...">> you say. She blushes a little. <<you "I need to know that you're not going to get attached to me, like romantically attached. This is going to be purely... educational.">> you say. She gets it and smiles. <<mikayla "Oh Professor, don't worry about that. I mean, you're really attractive, for an older guy...">> she says. <<mikayla "But I'm not looking for that from you.">> she says. PHEW. <<you "OK. Good. I'm glad we're clear on that.">> you say. <<mikayla "So... can we start now?">> she asks. <<you "Unfortunately, no. You see, I lost my phone and I'm still trying to find it.">> you say. <<mikayla "I hate that!">> she says. <<mikayla "So, do you need my help?">> she asks. You could use another brain on this problem, for sure. And, if you go over to Casey's place, Mikayla could perhaps distract the other girls while you search. <<you "Sure. I actually need to catch the bus off campus to look for it some more.">> you say. <<mikayla "Well, let's go then!">> she says. The two of you head out of the building. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1a4">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasass.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"> <</nobr>>After leaving the studio, you and Mikayla wait at the bus stop for the shuttle to arrive. She tries to help you figure out where you may have lost your phone. You retrace your steps with her, careful to gloss over some of the specific details of last night and this morning. <<mikayla "I bet it was at the party last night.">> she says. She's probably right, and you know it. You're gonna have to go over there whether you like it or not. <<you "Yeah, maybe.">> you say. <<mikayla "Well, are you going to go over there and check?">> she asks. <<you "I guess I should.">> you say. She looks at you, hesitantly. <<mikayla "Do you live in the apartments across the street from Casey's?">> she asks. You're surprised that she knows where you live. She seems to notice this. <<mikayla "I know a lot of the teachers live there... and I thought I saw you coming across the street to the party last night.">> she says. <<you "Yes, Mikayla. I live there.">> you say. <<you "But I'm not telling you which unit. I don't want you to egg me or something.">> you say, jokingly. She seems genuinely mortified by the idea. <<mikayla "I WOULD NEVER DO THAT! I would never vandalize a teacher's home!">> she says. She's such a goodie goodie. Even the thought of a little prank like that has her all flustered. <<you "I know, Mikayla.">> you say. <<you "You're a good girl.">> She beams at your praise. Her smile is wide and genuine. She really feels proud of being a "good girl." Positive reinforcement is going to work well with this one, in the future, you note. It's important for you to know how to best motivate a student, especially one like Mikayla, with whom you now have a special arrangement. Just then, the bus pulls up and Wilson opens the door. <<wilson "Hello there! Going my way?">> he jokes. He laughs at his own joke much harder than either you or Mikayla do. He's a very jolly guy. You both board the bus. <<wilson "Hey, no luck on the phone, just so you know. But I'll keep checking for you.">> he tells you. <<you "Thank's Wilson.">> <<wilson "No problem, my friend!">> he says. He pulls the bus away from the stop and back out onto the road. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4mikayla">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <</nobr>>You and Mikayla ride the bus through town and towards your stop. After the conversation you had in the studio, she's being uncharacteristically quiet. You think she may be feeling nervous or uncomfortable about your arrangement. You're about to ask her about it when she speaks up. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile4.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "Professor?">> she asks. <<you "Yes, Mikayla?">> you reply. <<mikayla "Why did you decide to work here at Harrington?">> she asks. Hmm... that's not what you were expecting from her. Your students have all been so self-involved, with their noses in their own shit, Mikayla certainly so, that you didn't think she'd ask you this. <<you "Well, there was an opportunity to help people like you, people who are maybe hitting a rough patch in their lives, and I thought that it would be a rewarding experience.">> you say. <<mikayla "Oh, that's really nice.">> she says. <<mikayla "But, Professor... did you know that it was an all girls school?">> she asks. <<you "Yes, Mikayla. I did know that.">> you say. What is she getting at? <<mikayla "And... did you expect that, well... did you expect something like what happened between you and me? Did you expect that to happen?">> she says. <<you "Well, to be honest, no.">> you lie. <<mikayla "So then why did you agree to, you know, to help me... with my problem?">> she asks. <<you "Well, unexpected as it may be, I really just want to help.">> you say. She seems to believe you. <<mikayla "You're a really good person, Professor.">> she says with a smile. Yeah... SURE you are. The bus pulls up to your stop. You both get off and you stand there looking across the street at Casey's house. There are some girls cleaning up the front lawn. You know that everyone is awake by now. Mikayla notices you hesitating. <<mikayla "What's wrong?">> she asks. You keep looking at Casey's house. Now or never. <<you "Nothing. Let's go.">> you say. You both head across the street. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4mikayla1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartmentext>> <</nobr>>You and Mikayla head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Mikayla, though not the greatest of friends with the mean girl contingent, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you. The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Mikayla is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself. <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you. <<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says. You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Mikayla. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles. <<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes. <<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles. <<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you. <<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her. <<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Mikayla are. <<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Mikayla speaks up though. <<mikayla "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says. <<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says. <<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Mikayla, you coming or staying?">> you ask. <<mikayla "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Mikayla talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God. <<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say. <<kaylee "Yeah, Mikayla told us. That sucks.">> she says. <<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask. <<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">> <<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed. <<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles. <<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Mikayla decides to stay and help, so you head out alone. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it. You walk over to the girls and Mikayla speaks up. <<mikayla "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. <<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning. <<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do. The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Mikayla decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles. <<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Mikayla is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on. <<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again. <<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Mikayla must have told them already. <<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">> YOU FREEZE. Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers. <<you "Uhh...">> you stammer. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">> With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Mikayla speaks up. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out. <<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>Olivia sits down on the couch in the sitting area. You stand over her with your arms crossed and a stern expression on your face. She doesn't make eye contact with you. She's really uncomfortable about something. She doesn't speak. You give her a push. <<you "Well, come on. Out with it, already!">> you say. She takes a deep breath. <<olivia "I just came here because... I've been feeling.. weird.">> she says. That doesn't explain anything. <<you "That doesn't explain anything, Olivia.">> you say. <<you "What do you mean, weird?">> you ask. <<olivia "I... can't explain it. I've just had weird feelings recently.">> she says. She's deliberately being vague and it's starting to annoy you. With most of the girls, you would take a softer approach and wait for them to open up. But Olivia is so stubborn, you're going to have to do some tough love here. <<you "That's crap, Olivia. You're trying to hide something from me and I don't appreciate it.">> you say. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "No I'm not!">> she says defensively. <<you "You think I can't tell? You think I don't know you well enough not to be able to see right through you?">> She looks angry and nervous at the same time. <<olivia "I told you, I can't explain it.">> she says. <<you "Well then, I hope you brought some snacks with you, because we're going to be here a long time.">> you say. She gives you an "are you kidding?" look. You just stand there over her, waiting. She gives it one last try. <<olivia "Fine. I can wait as long as you can.">> she says, defiantly. You know she can't. You're in control here, you just need to decide how aggressive to be. <<link "Continue to be firm with her but don't threaten punishment." "saturday 7-3campus1b1a1">><</link>> <<link "Threaten her with punishment if she keeps hiding the truth from you." "saturday 7-3campus1b1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <</nobr>>You definitely need to maintain pressure on Olivia if you're going to get anything out of her, but you don't want to take it too far. You could threaten her with punishment, but that could backfire on you. She might dig her heels in even further if she feels like you are going to dole out unjustified punitive actions. Better to just remain calm, firm, but relentless, until she cracks. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left">You stand your ground, literally, while she sits there on the couch. She's not talking, and neither are you. But, you can tell she's getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. She's trying to cover it up but is not doing a very good job of it. <<you "All day, Olivia. All day.">> you say. She glares at you. <<you "You know you're not going to win this.">> you say. She glares harder. <<olivia "I'm not telling you anything.">> she says. <<you "You know you're not in control here, Olivia. And that's making you extra mad about this whole situation.">> you say. Her face shows that she knows you're right. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio5.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I'm not mad.">> she says unconvincingly. <<you "We can go around and around like this, but you're only going to get madder and madder.">> you say. As if on cue, she gets madder. <<olivia "I'M NOT MAD.">> she says. <<you "Yes you are.">> <<olivia "NO I'M NOT!">> <<you "Yes, you are.">> <<olivia "NO I'M NOT!!">> she screams. You let her sit in silence, but for her heavy angry breathing. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<you "Then why are you yelling?">> you ask. She sighs. The fight leaves her body. She looks sad. <<olivia "I'm... I'm sorry, Professor. I just... I don't know what to do... and I'm scared.">> she says. <<you "Now we're getting somewhere.">> you say. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b1a2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <</nobr>>You've made a breakthrough here with Olivia. That's something you want to capitalize on. <<you "So what is it that you're scared of?">> you ask. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I don't even know where to begin.">> she says. <<you "You know the best place to begin?">> you ask. She looks confused. <<you "The beginning.">> you say. She gives you a little smile. <<olivia "Well... I've always thought that porn was disgusting.">> she says. You knew that, but you didn't expect that she was going to talk about porn in this situation. You're more than intrigued. <<you "Go on.">> you say. <<olivia "I always thought it was exploitative and just gross. And I never liked watching it.">> she says. <<you "OK. So I assume something has changed in that regard?">> you ask. She looks a little scared. <<olivia "Yes. It has.">> she says. <<you "Well, Olivia... as much as I respect your view on pornography, I don't necessarily agree that it's a bad thing in and of itself.">> you say. <<you "So I also don't agree that it's a bad thing that your views on the subject are changing.">> you say. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "BUT I DO!">> she says. That's a fair point. <<olivia "Or... I did.">> she says. <<olivia "But now I feel like it's... like it's somehow out of my control, and that really scares me.">> she says. It's all starting to make sense now. Olivia was pretty against your little class photo sesssion yesterday, at least to start with. But by the end of it, she was animalistically rubbing one out in the corner with little care. She lost control to her base urges, and that frightens her. <<you "Did this have something to do with what happened yesterday?">> you ask. She nods. <<olivia "I've never felt urges that strong before.">> she says. <<you "Why do you think that was?">> you ask. <<olivia "I don't know. At first, I wanted nothing to do with what was going on in here yesterday. But... I don't know. It seemed so comfortable. Everyone just seemed to go along with it, so I figured I'd go along too.">> she says. <<you "That's certainly not like you.">> you say. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I KNOW!">> she exclaims. <<olivia "But it just... seemed natural.">> she says. <<you "Well, we were in a safe environment, and everyone seemed to feel safe to express their desires.">> you say. <<olivia "And the longer it went on, the better it felt. It felt... right.">> she says. <<olivia "So I came back here today to see if I had the same feelings, and when I got here, all the memories came rushing back and...">> she hesitates. <<olivia "... And I... did it again.">> she says. <<you "You mean masturbating?">> you say. She nods. So Olivia's inner porn star has finally been released. And it sounds like it's in the driver's seat now. What a pleasant surprise. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I... I don't know what to do, Professor. You know I don't like asking for help, but... I need you to help me. I need you to tell me what to do.">> she says. Well, you never would have expected this from Olivia. You broke her a little in your office last week, sure, but now she's here in front of you, giving control over her body to you. And... you're going to take it. But how involved do you actually want to be? <<link "Encourage and help Olivia develop into the natural porn star that you know she wants to be." "saturday 7-3campus1b1a3">><<set $oliviaporn=1>><</link>> <<link "Turn Olivia into a porn star, and your own private fleshlight to be used at will." "saturday 7-3campus1b1a3">><<set $oliviaporn=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "So let's just get to the heart of it, Olivia. What are you scared of?">> you ask. <<olivia "I'm scared that I'm becoming a person that I don't want to be.">> she says. <<olivia "Or at least that I didn't want to be... or that I THOUGHT I didn't want to be.">> she says. <<you "You sound pretty confused.">> you say. <<olivia "I AM! I'm so confused!">> she says. <<you "Tell me more, Olivia. I need to know more if you want me to help you.">> you say. <<olivia "When we were in here yesterday...">> she says hesitantly. <<you "For the photoshoot?">> you ask. <<olivia "Yes, for that. When we were doing that, I... I wanted to hate it,">> She says, <<olivia "But I didn't.">> <<you "OK, there's nothing wrong with that.">> you say. She looks angry. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio5.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "OF COURSE THERE IS! EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT IS WRONG!!">> she yells. <<olivia "I've spent all my adult life fighting against the Patriarchy, and now... I'm... WHAT AM I DOING?!">> she asks herself. <<you "You tell me.">> you say. <<olivia "I'm becoming a fucking porn star! And I fucking liked it! NO, I LOVED IT! I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT! I WATCHED MY CLASSMATES GET NAKED IN FRONT OF A CAMERA AND I FINGERED MYSELF IN FRONT OF ALL OF THEM AND I DIDN'T CARE IF THEY SAW ME OR NOT!">> she screams. You wonder if these rooms are sound proof. You hope so. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left">She sits there on the verge of tears. She wants so badly to just give herself over to her base desires, she wants to be a slut, she wants the world to know about it. It clearly turns her on like nothing else. But these new feelings, no matter how strong, no matter how right, they are clashing with her worldview. And that's a big deal, psychologically. She's incredibly vulnerable, in a way that likely she's never been before. She needs you to take control. <<you "Olivia, this is a turning point in your life. You've been living a certain way, and you thought that it was the right way. But now you realize that you have certain needs that cannot be denied. And I don't think you should deny them.">> you say. She almost looks relieved that you're telling her that it's all OK. <<olivia "What do I do, Professor. Please, tell me what to do.">> she says. <<you "Olivia, you need to let go and give yourself over to these desires. Don't think about what they mean, don't think about what people will say, just do what you know you want to do... what you NEED to do.">> you say. She nods. <<you "I can help you, if you want.">> you say. <<you "But you have to ask.">> She musters up all her courage. <<olivia "Professor, I want you to help me become a porn star.">> she says. What a fucking day this is turning out to be, huh? <<you "OK, Olivia. I'll help you.">> you say. She looks excited. <<you "But not right now.">> you say. She looks disappointed. <<olivia "Why not?">> she asks. <<you "Because I'm right in the middle of trying to find my phone. I lost it earlier.">> you say. <<olivia "I'll help!">> she says. You wouldn't want the old Olivia helping you, nagging you nonstop... but this is a NEW Olivia. <<you "OK. Let's go.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b1a4">><<set $oliviaporn=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <</nobr>>All this "namby pamby tell me about your feelings" shit is getting real old real fast. You have all the power in this situation. You're the teacher, she's the student. She's in a place that she's not supposed to be and she's defying you. Time to bring out the big guns. If you threaten her with punishment, she'll talk... you're pretty sure of it. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio5.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<you "Olivia, you have two choices here. Either you tell me what it is that you're doing here, or I write you up for disciplinary measures.">> you say. She huffs defiantly. <<you "And don't think that I'll go easy on you just because you're one of my students. There will be VERY serious consequences. And you're already on thin ice as it is.">> you say. She starts to look a little nervous. You're getting to her. <<olivia "I don't care.">> she says, unconvincingly. <<you "You will care, when you're spending all of your free time picking up garbage on campus wearing a bright orange smock and having all the other girls laugh at you.">> you say. She looks shocked. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "You can make me do that?!">> she asks. <<you "You're damn right I can! That and worse!">> you say. You're not totally sure that you can actually make her do that stuff, but... <<olivia "Well... FINE. It wouldn't be that bad anyway!">> she says. OK, she's still got some fight in her. <<you "What about cleaning all the bathrooms in the dorm? Literally cleaning all the other girls' shit. You want that?">> you ask. She looks mortified. <<olivia "It... it wouldn't be-">> she starts. You cut her off. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<you "It would be fucking horrible and you goddamn know it!">> you yell. She startles. <<you "And if you fucked up again after that, who knows what the school administration would do to you. I can't protect you forever, Olivia. I have bosses too.">> you say. This seems to seal the deal with her. She looks up at you, nearly in tears. <<olivia "No... please, Professor. I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. I... I need your help.">> she says. You can tell it's hard for her to ask for help. Now you've got her right where you want her. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b1b2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>Looks like your threat of punishment worked. Shit like that usually works, you've found, when you're in a position of authority. I mean, it worked in your office last week. Olivia has been very obedient since then. Now she's asking for your help. <<you "What do you need my help with, Olivia?">> you ask. <<olivia "I... I don't know how to even ask it.">> she says. You remember she still hasn't even answered your question of why she was here in the first place. <<you "OK, hold on. Don't try to change the subject. Tell me what you're doing here. Tell me RIGHT NOW!">> you demand. She looks very nervous. <<olivia "It's... it's so embarrassing.">> she says. PERFECT. You love when they're humiliated, especially Olivia. <<you "OUT WITH IT!">> <img src="images/olivia/oliviabate.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left">She takes a deep breath. <<olivia "OK. I was in here masturbating.">> she says. You, of course, picture it in your mind. It's a nice picture indeed. <<you "So you came to the photo studio on a weekend just to rub one out?">> you ask. She looks ashamed. It's actually unexpected. Olivia hasn't really been one to be squeamish about her sexuality. Why is she so embarrassed all of a sudden? <<olivia "Well, no, not initially.">> she says. She's not making any sense and you're really getting tired of it. <<you "Olivia, this is your last chance. Tell me what's going on. Tell me EVERYTHING.">> you say. She takes a moment, but then starts to tell you. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "It all started yesterday during the photoshoot. I was really pretty disgusted by the whole thing at first. I hate porn, I think it's exploitative and horrible and... and...">> she struggles. <<you "Then why did you go along with it?">> you ask. <<olivia "Well, I felt like I had to... at first.">> she says. <<you "What does that mean?">> you ask. <<olivia "I didn't want to do it, at first, but then once everyone started doing it, getting naked and acting all slutty... I just... I felt like I lost control.">> she says. This is true. She was, after all, double clicking her mouse like crazy in the corner. Even after she found out that everyone noticed her doing it, she didn't care. It was like something took over her and she just gave in to her urges. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<you "OK, yeah. I noticed that.">> you say. <<you "That still doesn't explain why you were back here today.">> <<olivia "I couldn't stop thinking about it, Professor. The other girls... their bodies... their sexual energy, and mine. It was all so... freeing. It all felt so natural.">> she says. You let her continue. <<olivia "I never thought that being so overtly sexual in front of a camera would make me feel this way. So... I came back here to see if I still felt the same.">> she says. <<you "And... since you told me you masturbated in here, I'm assuming you do?">> <<olivia "Yes. When I came in here and remembered everything that happened yesterday, I just couldn't control myself.">> she says. <<olivia "I never thought I'd say this, but... I think the thought of being a pornstar really turns me on, like nothing else.">> she says. Well, here's something you weren't expepcting to encounter today. Ultra-feminist Olivia wants to give in to the big bad Patriarchy and whore herself out on camera. And she seems to be asking for your help in the matter. This island continues to surprise. You're not going to pass up this opportunity, but just how far are you willing to take it? <<link "Coach Olivia on the finer points of being a pornstar." "saturday 7-3campus1b1a3">><<set $oliviaporn=1>><</link>> <<link "Use the situation to make her your personal fucktoy." "saturday 7-3campus1b1a3">><<set $oliviaporn=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>She still hasn't told you what she was doing here, which was your original request, but she did open up and ask you for help with something. <<you "Olivia, look... I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on.">> you say. She sighs. <<you "Just start with what you were doing here. And why are you trying so hard not to tell me?">> you ask. <<olivia "Because it's embarrassing. I was... I was playing with myself.">> she says. <<you "Masturbating?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "Why did you feel the need to come here to do that?">> you ask. <<olivia "I didn't intend to do it. It just happened.">> <<you "Then why did you come here?">> you ask. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "Because I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday... and what we all did here.">> she says. Yeah, it was a pretty memorable experience, all the girls getting naked and whoring themselves out for the camera. Olivia was really getting aroused too. She got herself off in the corner and didn't seem to care that everyone knew about it. It was unexpected, since she seems to be so against pornography, in general. <<you "It was definitely an experience.">> you say. <<olivia "It was so... amazing. And I never thought I would say that. I hate pornography... or at least I thought I did. I thought it was a horrible thing, but yesterday I felt things I've never felt before.">> she says. <<you "And you liked it?">> you ask. <<olivia "Yes. I liked it so much, I just had to come back here today to see if I could feel that way again. When I got here it all came flooding back and I couldn't control myself. I sat down on this couch and I made myself cum... twice.">> she says. GOOD FOR YOU, OLIVIA! <<you "Well, Olivia, that's certainly an unexpected surprise, but I think it's healthy overall. You learned something new about yourself and you're embracing it.">> you say. She still looks nervous. <<olivia "But... that's why I need your help. I need you to... teach me to be a pornstar.">> she says. She's really asking this of you. She want's you to be... what? Like some sort of coach? <<you "Are you asking me to, you know...">> <<olivia "I just want you to take pictures, maybe video, and... I don't know... make me into a hot pornstar.">> she says. Sounds simple enough. <<you "OK, Olivia. If that's what you want.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back and the deal is sealed. <<you "But before we get started on that, I need you to help me.">> you say. She looks inquisitive. <<you "I need your help finding my phone. I lost it somewhere.">> you say. She smiles. <<olivia "Sure, I'll help!">> she says. <<you "Great. Let's go then.">> you say. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b1a4">><<set $oliviaporn=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<if $oliviaporn==1>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <</nobr>>So in the last week you've gone from con-man to sex teacher and now, what? Personal pornstar coach? What the hell is going on with you? Not that you're complaining. You get the chance to take an ultra feminazi and turn her into a pornoslut. It's not everyday that an opportunity like that presents itself. <<you "OK, Olivia. If this is what you want, I can help you explore your potential as a pornstar.">> you say. She seems to get flushed just thinking about it. Her breathing gets heavier. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio7.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "Thank you, Professor.">> she says. <<olivia "Can we start now?">> she asks, standing up and starting to take off her clothes. Of course, you'd love to, but you still need to find your phone. And you've spent enough time procrastinating. <<you "No, I can't right now.">> you say. She looks disappointed as she pulls her shorts back up.. <<olivia "Why not?">> she asks. <<you "Well, I'm trying to find my phone. I lost it and I really need to get it back.">> you say. <<olivia "Where do you think it might be?">> she asks. You know where... Casey's <<you "I don't know.">> you say. <<olivia "Do you want me to help you look for it?">> she asks. <<you "You don't need to do that.">> you say. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "But I want to. You're helping me, I want to help you.">> she says. That's actually quite nice of her. Maybe becoming a pornstar will make her a kinder person. <<you "OK, in that case, sure.">> you say. She smiles. <<olivia "Great! Let's go!">> she says. You both head out of the building together and back to the bus stop. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b1a4">><</link>><<elseif $oliviaporn==2>><<nobr>> <<bg studio>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>If you're going to coach Olivia on being a pornstar, you're going to make her YOUR pornstar. Which means you're the one who's gonna be fucking her, anytime you want. She's going to submit, you know she will. <<you "Olivia, if I help you with this, you know that you're going to have to do everything I tell you to without question.">> you say. <<olivia "Like... what?">> she asks. <<you "You see, that's a question. We can't have that.">> you say. <<olivia "Sorry. OK. I agree. I'll do what you tell me to.">> she says. <<you "Good. I think we're already making progress here.">> you say. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio9.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "So what do we do next?">> she asks. <<you "Well we are not doing anything next. I need to find my phone. I lost it somewhere and I need to get it back ASAP.">> you say. <<olivia "Oh. Then what should I do?">> she asks. You think about it. It would be nice to have Olivia with you when you eventually go to Casey's house. She could talk to the other girls and maybe keep them distracted. That would minimize the amount of time you'd have to spend talking to them. Normally, you wouldn't really want annoying Olivia tagging along with you, but she's your little pornstar now, so you're pretty sure she's going to be nice and obedient. <<you "Come with me. I could use the company...">> you say looking up and down at her sexy body, <<you "...And the eye candy.">> Your blatant objectifying of her body makes her smile lustily. It's a whole new Olivia. <<olivia "OK. I'll follow you.">> she says. Damn right you will. You both head out to the bus stop to wait for the shuttle. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b1a4">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg campus>> <</nobr>>You and Olivia wait at the bus stop for the shuttle to arrive. She keeps looking at you, and when you look back at her, she averts her gaze. <<you "OK, what's up, Olivia?">> you ask. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I don't know. I just feel kinda weird around you now.">> she says. <<you "Why?">> you ask. <<olivia "Because you're, like, going to be my porno coach.">> she says. You look around to make sure no one else is nearby. <<you "Can we keep that quiet, please?">> you ask. She looks embarrassed. <<olivia "Oh yeah, sorry.">> she says. <<you "We could both get into a lot of trouble if anyone finds out what we're doing.">> you say. <<olivia "You're right. I'll be more careful.">> she says. <<you "Good.">> you say. You two sit in silence for a minute, then Olivia speaks. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "So where are we going to look for your phone? Back at your place?">> she asks. You've already looked there. Besides, you don't really want to bring Olivia back to your apartment. Not in broad daylight... not yet, at least... not until you've come up with a good excuse for why she's there. <<you "No, I already looked there.">> you say. She thinks for a moment or two. <<olivia "Do you think you lost it at the party last night?">> she asks. <<olivia "I mean, it got a little hectic there, right?">> You know that's where you're going to end up. Might as well accept it. You're about to reply when the bus pulls up and Wilson opens the door. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Hello there Professor, and... Olivia, right?">> he says. <<olivia "You remembered!">> she says. <<wilson "How could I forget?">> he says with a smile. <<you "Hello, Wilson.">> you say. He gives you a little salute. <<wilson "Climb aboard!">> he says. You both do so and he closes the doors behind you. You sit down and the bus pulls away from campus. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4olivia">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio5.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"> <</nobr>>The bus travels through town as you and Olivia sit in silence. Then she speaks up. <<olivia "Professor?">> <<you "Yes?">> <<olivia "What did you do before you came to teach at Harrington?">> she asks. You're not sure if she's getting nosy into your past because she's suspicious of you, or if she's just making conversation. Either way, you're prepared for this. You've come up with a well practiced and totally plausible backstory. And the Marshals worked their magic to put evidence of it all across the internet. If anyone goes snooping around, all they'll find is a rock-solid identity. <<you "I was a private practice therapist for years. And before that I taught psychology and human development at a University on the other coast.">> you say. She smiles. <<olivia "Yeah, that makes sense. What uni did you teach at?">> she asks. <<you "Adamsville University.">> you say. <<you "Have you heard of it?">> you ask. <<olivia "No.">> <<you "Well, it was pretty small. Not really on anyone's radar.">> you say. <<you "It was a lot like Harrington, actually.">> you say. <<olivia "Except the students weren't court mandated to attend, I'm guessing?">> <<you "OK, that part was different.">> you say. She giggles. <<olivia "Do you like teaching here at Harrington?">> she asks. Well, let's see... The island is full of horny young women and in less than a week, you've managed to become Olivia's personal porno coach... <<you "Yeah, I'd say I do.">> <<olivia "That's good.">> she says. The bus rounds the corner and stops at your stop. You and Olivia both get off and the bus leaves. You look across the street at Casey's house and see that there are some girls cleaning up the front lawn. Looks like everyone's awake. Olivia looks at you. <<olivia "Ready?">> she asks. You take a deep breath. <<you "Let's go.">> you say. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4olivia1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartmentext>> <</nobr>>You and Olivia head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Olivia, though not the greatest of friends with the mean girl contingent, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you. The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Olivia is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself. <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you. <<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says. You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Olivia. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles. <<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes. <<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles. <<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you. <<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her. <<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Olivia are. <<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Olivia speaks up though. <<olivia "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says. <<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says. <<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Olivia, you coming or staying?">> you ask. <<olivia "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Olivia talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God. <<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say. <<kaylee "Yeah, Olivia told us. That sucks.">> she says. <<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask. <<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">> <<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed. <<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles. <<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Olivia decides to stay and help, so you head out alone. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it. You walk over to the girls and Olivia speaks up. <<olivia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. <<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning. <<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do. The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Olivia decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles. <<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Olivia is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on. <<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again. <<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Olivia must have told them already. <<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">> YOU FREEZE. Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers. <<you "Uhh...">> you stammer. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">> With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Olivia speaks up. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out. <<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark3.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>Sophia sits there next to you, fidgeting nervously. She's really preoccupied with something. You give her some time to figure out what she want's to say. Then, after a few moments, she speaks up. <<sophia "Professor, do you think we're going to get in trouble for... last night?">> she asks. You've been wondering the same thing, ironically. <<you "What do you mean?">> you ask. <<sophia "I mean... things got pretty out of control. And I don't think we were really supposed to be doing all that.">> she says. You never thought that Sophia was the "worry about getting in trouble" type, but she seems genuinely concerned. <<you "What are you worried might happen, Sophia?">> you ask. <<sophia "I don't know. That's why I'm worried.">> she says. <<you "Well, while you're right, that party got a little out of control, I don't think there's going to be any major fallout.">> you say. For you girls, at least, you think to yourself. But Sophia still looks unconvinced. <<sophia "What if... what if we get expelled? We'll all go to prison.">> she says. It's true. expulsion would mean prison for all of the girls, except Grace and Casey, they're here under special circumstances. <<you "Are you really that worried about it?">> you ask. She looks nervous but now tries to cover it up. <<sophia "No, I guess not. I'm just being stupid.">> she says. You can tell she doesn't really mean that. She likely needs some reassuring here. But you don't want her to think that you're not being genuine. She's got trust issues, like a lot of the girls here, and you don't want to lose her trust. What do you want to do? <<link "Reassure her that she's not going to get expelled." "saturday 7-3town1a1a1">><</link>> <<link "Ask her what you could do to make her feel more at ease." "saturday 7-3town1a1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecold.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>>You both sit there for a few moments not knowing what to say. Then you break the silence. <<you "Are you sure there isn't something on your mind?">> you ask. She hesitates. <<you "You can tell me. It's not a problem, it's what I'm here for, remember?">> you say. <<jasmine "I know. I guess I just feel a little weird after the party.">> she says. <<you "Weird how?">> you ask. <<jasmine "Like... I had a really good time and it was a lot of fun. Everyone was getting along...">> she says. <<you "Until the fight.">> you interject. <<jasmine "...Yeah until the fight. That just kind of put a damper on things.">> she says. <<jasmine "I think maybe I just got a little too friendly with the other girls.">> she says. <<you "Why is that a bad thing?">> you ask. <<jasmine "I just think maybe I should back off them a little... you know... just do my own thing again.">> she says. Doing her own thing again, like she had been doing, is NOT a great idea in your opinion. Jasmine was a definite loner, to an extreme degree. With her upbringing in the foster system, it was kind of a defense mechanism. Now it seems she's falling back into old habits, right when she was starting to make some real progress. <<you "Are you sure that's what you want?">> you ask. She looks uncomfortable with your question. She covers it with false confidence. <<jasmine "Totally. I'm better alone.">> she says. You feel bad for her. She's only really ever known loneliness, so it's her comfort zone. <<you "But you seemed to be really making friends with the other girls.">> you say. <<jasmine "Yeah, but that won't last.">> she says. She's clearly got abandonment issues. She's afraid that she'll get attached to new friends and then something will ruin it. Seeing Alyssa, Kaylee and Casey fight, even though they are such close friends, must have really shaken her. You want to help talk her through this, but how? <<link "Empathize with her and tell her about your own struggles with abandonment." "saturday 7-3town1b1a1">><</link>> <<link "Tell her she's full of shit and she needs to stop running away when things get complicated." "saturday 7-3town1b1b1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark5.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark6.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark7.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>Sophia sits there looking a little worried. You've been so deep in your own head about the possible consequences of your actions last night, you never stopped to think that maybe some of the girls were worried as well. You want to reassure Sophia that she's not going to get expelled. <<you "Sophia, I know you're worried about getting in trouble over that party last night, but I think you may be overreacting.">> you say. She looks a little annoyed. <<sophia "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's going to get expelled.">> she says. She's right, although your fate could be far worse than that. Still, minimizing the legitimacy of her fears seems to have made her a little ornery. <<you "You're right. I'm sorry. I just think maybe if we really examine the situation, then maybe you'll see that it's very unlikely that you're going to get kicked out of school.">> you say. She frowns a little. <<you "Come on. Let's do this together, OK?">> <<sophia "OK.">> she says. <<you "Good, so let's start with the fact that Casey is basically royalty here and she can pretty much get away with whatever she wants.">> you remind her. <<sophia "Well, good for Casey, I guess. How does that help the rest of us?">> she asks. <<you "Well, it seems like Casey's had parties like this before. The administration certainly knows about them, and they have decided to turn a blind eye.">> you say. <<sophia "OK, I guess that's true.">> she says. <<sophia "But just because they've done that in the past doesn't mean that they'll always do that, right?">> she points out. She's right. It's a logical fallacy to think that just because something has happened before, that it will continue to happen in the future. <<you "OK, I'll give you that.">> you say. <<you "But would you concede that since nothing catastrophic happened, like no one died, that the administration has a vested interest in looking the other way?">> you ask. <<sophia "What do you mean?">> she asks. <<you "Well, think of the administrators here like middle management. They have to keep the students in line, yes, but they also answer to the Board of Regents, and the Harrington family themselves.">> you explain. <<you "The last thing they want is to rock the boat with the higher-ups. And the Casey's parents seem to just want her out of the way. I mean, they kind of dumped her in this school, right?">> you say. She thinks about it. <<sophia "I guess that's right.">> she says. <<you "So what would happen if they came down hard on the party?">> you ask. <<sophia "I guess they'd have to tell the Harringtons about it.">> she says. <<you "And what would they think about that?">> you ask. <<sophia "I guess they might think that the administrators can't control their students.">> she says. <<you "Exactly. I mean, they can't fully control them, especially when Casey's involved, but if they just look the other way from time to time, these parties can be like a pressure valve. They let the students blow off some steam to prevent some more major explosion in the future.">> you say. <<sophia "I guess you're right.">> she says, thought she still doesn't seem completely convinced she's in the clear. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark6.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark5.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "I don't think you're being stupid, Sophia. I think you're concerned and that makes sense, to a certain degree.">> you say. She smiles. It seems like she's glad you're acknowledging her concerns. <<sophia "Yeah, thank you. I was worried I was overreacting.">> she says. <<you "Well, I didn't say you weren't, but that doesn't mean you're stupid. Sometimes overreacting is the smart thing to do based on the information you have at the time.">> you say. <<sophia "So... what should I do? I'm still really worried that the hammer is going to come down on me and the other girls.">> she says. <<you "Well, what do you think would make you feel better about that?">> you ask. She thinks about it for a minute. <<sophia "I guess I'm worried because I don't really know how the administration at the school works. I mean, how do they determine who gets punished? And how do they decide what that punishment is? It all seems so opaque.">> she says. This is something that you happen to know a little about. You can certainly talk to her about it. <<you "Well, there's a headmistress, Ms. Whitman. You probably know that.">> you say. She nods. You continue. <<you "And Ms. Whitman reports to a Board of Regents. They're like a board of directors for a company, and she's like the CEO. She makes the decisions for the school, but they oversee her actions.">> you say. <<sophia "So Ms. Whitman has bosses?">> she asks. <<you "Yes. And those bosses have bosses too. The Harrington Institute founders, the Harrington family have the ultimate say.">> <<sophia "So you mean... Casey's parents?">> she asks. <<you "As I understand it, Yes.">> you say. <<you "But I get the feeling that they'd rather not get involved in much of the day-to-day here at the school.">> you tell her. She understands, but she still looks uncomfortable. <<sophia "OK, but I still don't know what that means for us. Are we all going to get expelled?">> she asks. You're going to need to tell her more in order to set her mind at ease. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a1b2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson4==1>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <</nobr>>You're getting somewhere with Sophia, but you still want to do more to reassure her. You think back to your little office session with her and Jasmine last week. You ended up being the hero in that situation. You used your influence and authority to leverage them into... well... you know what you did. And at the end of it, they thought you were on their side, protecting them from getting expelled. While that's true, you also got your dick sucked... and that was quite enjoyable. <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark6.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophiahorny.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><<you "Look, Sophia. Can I tell you something?">> you ask. <<sophia "Sure, what?">> <<you "It's not something I want known, so you have to agree to keep it to yourself, OK?">> <<sophia "OK. I promise.">> she says. <<you "I have a certain amount of influence with the administrators here.">> you say. Basically, you have $barbie.name wrapped around your little finger. <<sophia "What? What do you mean?">> she asks. <<you "I can't really go into the details, but just know that my words go a long way with the admin and the higher ups here at Harrington.">> you say. <<sophia "Weird flex, Professor.">> she says with a smile. You laugh. <<you "OK, yeah I know. But it's true.">> you say. <<you "You remember our little chat in my office last week.">> you remind her. She smiles lustily at you. <<sophia "Oh yeah, I remember.">> she says. You chuckle. <<you "Yeah, I figured you would. But what I mean is, I told you that I had the power to get you expelled.">> you say. Reminding her of that makes her a little uncomfortable again. <<you "Well, I also have the power to protect you from that as well.">> you say. She seems to get it. She gives you a sly smile. <<sophia "Are you saying that I should stay on your good side?">> she says as she reaches out and touches your thigh, seductively. You nervously look around to make sure no one is watching. She giggles at your anxiousness. <<you "Yes, that's what I'm saying. But also, I want you to know that I'm on your side too, as long as you act right, OK?">> you say. She nods and smiles. <<sophia "So... what exactly do you mean by 'Act Right?'">> she asks. That's a damn good question. <<link "Tell her she just needs to stay in line for the most part and you'll have her back." "saturday 7-3town1a1a3">><<set $sophiaprotect=1>><</link>> <<link "Let her know that as long as she keeps you happy, //wink wink//, you'll make sure nothing happens to her." "saturday 7-3town1a1a3">><<set $sophiaprotect=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark5.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiahorny.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>Sophia seems to be feeling a little more secure, but you should do more to reassure her. After all, with the dynamic of your realtionship with $barbie.name, and her status with the Board of Regents, you're pretty sure you can prevent any of the girls getting expelled, unless they murder someone, which is pretty unlikely. <<you "Sophia, I know you're worried about getting expelled, but you know that I wouldn't let that happen, unless you did something REALLY bad, and I know you're not that type of person.">> you say. <<sophia "But how can you be sure?">> she asks. <<you "Be sure that you're not like some serial killer, you mean?">> you say. She giggles. <<sophia "No, stupid. How can you be sure that you can protect me from getting expelled.">> <<you "Well, first off, you shouldn't call your Professor stupid.">> you say. She looks nervous for a split second, but realizes you're joking. She smiles. <<sophia "OK, sorry.">> she says. <<you "You're forgiven. But honestly, and this is something I don't usually tell people, my word goes a long way here at Harrington.">> you say. <<sophia "Why's that?">> she asks. <<you "I can't really get into that. But trust me when I tell you that If I have your back, you're not going to get expelled.">> you say. She smiles. It seems like this has her feeling better. <<sophia "OK. That's good, I guess.">> she says. <<you "So just keep being good and you won't have to worry. I mean, it's OK to blow off some steam now and then, like I said, but just don't go TOO crazy and I'll be in your corner.">> you say. <<sophia "Thank you, Professor.">> she says. She gives you a hug. You're a little nervous about a student getting touchy-feely with you in public, but it seems platonic... mostly. <<sophia "I feel better knowing you're on my side.">> she says. She pulls away from the hug but maintains some pretty lusty eye contact. <<sophia "I'll make sure you stay there, too.">> she says. Is she saying what I think she's saying? <<you "OK, good.">> you say, still not sure if she's being flirty or just grateful. Maybe both? Can't think about that now, need to find phone! <<you "Listen, Sophia, I need to go. I'm in the middle of looking for my phone.">> you say. <<sophia "I can help if you want.">> she says. <<you "Sure. Let's go.">> you say. The two of you get up and walk over to the bus stop. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a1a4">><<set $sophiaprotect=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson4==1>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark5.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiahorny.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiasmile.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>Sophia still looks distressed. You don't want to give too much away, but knowing what you know about the school, and especially about $barbie.name's situation here, you're pretty confident that Sophia and the other girls are going to be fine. You'll be able to reassure her, and, after your little office session with her and Jasmine last week, you'll make yourself into even more of a hero in her eyes... and we all remember how that worked out! <<you "Sophia, I'm going to tell you something, but I need you to keep it to yourself, OK?">> <<sophia "Sure.">> she says. <<you "You have to promise me.">> you say. <<sophia "I promise, Professor.">> she says. She seems genuine. <<you "OK. You remember when I called you into my office last week?">> you ask. She smiles seductively. <<sophia "Oh I remember!">> she says. <<sophia "I know Jasmine does too.">> she says. See? They're still grateful that you "saved" them from being expelled. You're grateful that they let you nut on their pretty little faces. Everyone's a winner! <<you "OK, I'm glad you're still feel good about that.">> you say with a smile. She giggles. You continue. <<you "But what I was getting at is that I told you that I had the power to get you both expelled.">> you say. Her smile drops. <<sophia "I know. We were really scared, Professor.">> she says. You know they were. They wouldn't have sucked your cock so damn enthusiastically if they weren't. <<you "Well, it all worked out, so that's behind us now. But what I'm trying to say is that while I have the power to get students expelled... I also have the power to PREVENT students from being expelled.">> you say. <<sophia "Really? How?">> she asks. You don't want to give too much away regarding your relationship with $barbie.name, but you need to tell her something believable. <<you "Well, because of my position here as not only a teacher, but also the head psychological counselor, my opinion on any student and their future here at Harrington goes a long way. I have much more influence than other teachers.">> you say. <<you "I'm not trying to brag or anything, it's just how it is.">> <<sophia "So... that means that if you wanted to, you could keep me or the other girls from getting punished?">> she asks. <<you "Frankly, yes. I could.">> you reply. She thinks about this for a moment. You planted the seed when you reminded her of your office session, and now, it all clicks with her. She smiles at you. <<sophia "So... what would I have to do to get you to... protect me?">> she asks. BINGO. <<link "Tell Sophia that as long as she's a good girl, you'll make sure nothing happens to her." "saturday 7-3town1a1a3">><<set $sophiaprotect=1>><</link>> <<link "Tell Sophia that she's shown she already knows how to keep you happy, and if she does that, you'll protect her." "saturday 7-3town1a1a3">><<set $sophiaprotect=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark5.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia3.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "Look, Sophia. I think it's highly unlikely that you're going to get expelled over this.">> you say. <<sophia "But... why? I mean we broke a ton of rules. And I've heard of girls getting expelled for way less.">> she says. She's probably right that girls have been expelled for lesser offenses, but she doesn't fully understand the situation here. You need to explain it to her. <<you "OK, Sophia, think about the party last night. Casey, Alyssa, and Kaylee said that they've had parties like that before, right?">> you ask. <<sophia "Right.">> she says. <<you "And because Casey's a Harrington, she can basically get away with anything. She lives off campus in her own house, she has her own car... She can basically do what she wants.">> you say. <<sophia "Yeah I guess so. But that only means that she's not going to get expelled. What about the rest of us?">> <<you "OK, that's a fair point. But basically half the school was at that party last night, right?">> you say. <<sophia "Right.">> she says. <<you "So think of it from Ms. Whitman's point of view. She can't control Casey because Casey is basically royalty. But, if she were to expel half the school over that party, what would her bosses, the Board of Regents think of her? What would they think about her ability to maintain order at the school?">> you ask. You can see that it's starting to make sense to Sophia. <<sophia "Oh... I never thought of that.">> she says. <<you "If you were Ms. Whitman, and you knew that a party happened, but nothing seriously went wrong, like no one died or something, would you want to draw attention to it by expelling half the school? Better yet, if it's your job to reform all these troubled girls, and make them into better people, is it really a good idea to just expel them all and send them to prison?">> you ask. Now she gets it. <<sophia "Wow. Ms. Whitman's kind of fucked here, isn't she?">> she says. You nod. <<you "Now you're getting it.">> you say with a smile. She smiles too. <<you "But don't get any ideas, Sophia.">> you say with a serious tone. <<you "Now that you know this, I don't want you and the other girls taking advantage of the situation.">> you say. She looks serious too. <<sophia "I won't, Professor. I promise.">> she says. <<you "I know that you've been stuck with the 'bad girl' label rather unfairly. I know that's not who you are. You're a good girl at heart. And as long as you stay that way, I'll back you up. Deal?">> She smiles. <<sophia "Deal.">> she says. You get up to leave. <<sophia "Where are you going?">> she asks. <<you "Well, I was in the middle of looking for my phone. I seem to have misplaced it.">> you say. She stands up. <<sophia "I can help you!">> she says. <<you "OK. Let's go.">> you say. The two of you walk to the bus stop. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a1a4">><<set $sophiaprotect=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<if $sophiaprotect==1>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiahorny.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia3.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>><<you "What I'm trying to say is that I don't think you have to worry about getting expelled.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "That is, of course if you continue to just do the right thing. I understand and accept that you may need to blow off some steam every now and then, so I get why all the girls wanted to go to that party yesterday, but... use your best judgement.">> you say. <<sophia "But... how will I know if I'm judging the situation right?">> she asks. <<you "Well, you're a very clever girl. You're street smart and you know right from wrong. You've got a bit of an anger problem, yes...">> you remind her, she looks a little ashamed. <<you "... But you're working on that. You're headed in the right direction, and that's a good thing.">> you say. She smiles. <<sophia "Thanks, Professor. No one usually believes in me.">> she says. <<you "Well, I do. And now that you know I do, you can come to me if you ever feel like you need to talk through something. I'm here for you.">> you say. She leans in and gives you a hug. <<sophia "Thank you, Professor.">> she says. <<you "You're welcome, Sophia.">> you reply. She releases you from the hug. You're a little worried about a student hugging you in public, but not that worried. It's certainly not something you wouldn't be able to explain away. She keeps smiling at you. <<sophia "And... what if I needed to talk to you... privately? You know, like in your office?">> she asks. There's no way she's mentionining your office just out of coincidence, right? Not after what happened in there last week. Better play it safe. <<you "Yes, if you wanted privacy we could talk in my office.">> you say, keeping it strictly professional. Sure, something COULD end up happening in there, and honestly, probably WOULD end up happening in there if she came by to talk "in private." But you'll deal with that if and when it happens. For now, you seem to have set Sophia's mind at ease, and you feel good about that. Sophia seems happy with your response. Now that her fears of expulsion are alieveated, she strikes up some small talk. <<sophia "So what are you up to the rest of the day?">> she asks. <<you "Looking for my phone, actually. I lost it at some point, and I really need to find it.">> you say. <<sophia "Can I help?">> she asks. <<you "I guess so, if you want.">> you reply. She smiles. <<sophia "Of course! You helped me, I feel like I should help you.">> she says. That's actually really sweet. <<you "Well, I think I need to catch the shuttle then.">> you say, pointing towards the bus stop. She stands up. <<sophia "Then what are we waiting for?">> she says with a smile. You follow her over to the bus stop to wait for Wilson to arrive. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a1a4">><</link>><<elseif $sophiaprotect==2>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophia2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophiahorny.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophia3.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>You're likely going to need to be clear with her here, although not TOO clear. You don't just want to say "let me fuck you when I want to and I'll make sure you don't get expelled," or do you? NO. YOU DON'T. But... you want to make it clear to her that that's exactly what you mean. <<you "Sophia, you're a pretty smart cookie. And I know that you know how to... leverage your assets to get what you want.">> you say. She smiles and nods. SHE GETS IT. <<sophia "I think I know what you mean.">> she says. <<you "Yeah, I think you do to. You know that I really enjoyed our office meeting last week. It was very... productive.">> you say. <<sophia "I think so too.">> she replies. <<you "And I think that moving forward, if we want to keep you on the straight and narrow, and avoid any possibility of expulsion, we're going to have to keep working at it. Do you understand.">> <<sophia "I do. And I'm ready to work really hard, really long and hard. I want you to know exactly how much I appreciate what you're doing for me.">> She says. <<you "Good. Because it's going to take a lot of work, Sophia.">> you say. <<sophia "I know. And I'm ready, Professor. I'm ready for you to work me any way you see fit.">> she says. HOLY FUCK THIS GIRL IS DIRTY! If you weren't sitting in the middle of a public park, you'd probably have your dick inside her already. But, it's a good thing you are in public, because you still need to find your phone. Where could it be? Probably at Casey's. That's a whole other can of worms you need to crack open. No time like the present, right? Sophia seems to notice that your thoughts are drifting. <<sophia "Are you OK, Professor?">> she asks. <<you "Oh, yeah. I just, I've lost my phone and I really need to find it. It's distracting me.">> you say. <<sophia "I can help you find it, if you want.">> she says. You wouldn't mind having the company of a lovely young lady like Sophia. <<you "Sure. Let's go.">> you say. She smiles and you both get up and head for the bus stop. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a1a4">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiasmile.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark7.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>You and Sophia wait by the bus stop casually chatting. <<sophia "So exactly how long have you been here on the island?">> she asks. <<you "One week, today.">> you say. She looks surprised. <<sophia "Wait, so you moved here last weekend and then started teaching right away on Monday?">> she asks. <<you "Yes.">> <<sophia "Damn. Talk about being thrown into the lions' den.">> she says with a laugh. <<you "Well, it was a bit of a culture shock, but I think I'm handling it pretty well.">> you say. <<sophia "I know what you mean about culture shock. When I came here last semester, I had never been outside my neighborhood in my city on the other coast. Can you believe that? I lived like twenty miles away from the ocean my whole life and the first time I saw any ocean was when I came here.">> <<you "That must have been weird, living in a big city then all of a sudden being sent here to this small island town.">> you say. She nods. <<you "Do you like it?">> you ask. <<sophia "Well I hated it at first. It was so fucking quiet! I could hear my ears ringing when I tried to sleep at night. It was eerily quiet.">> she says. <<you "I know what you mean. I'm still getting used to that.">> <<sophia "It took me about a month. But now that I'm used to it, I kind of like it here.">> she says. <<sophia "Especially since I'm getting along better with the other girls now.">> <<you "I'm really proud of you for that, You know? It's not easy to put your differences aside the way you have.">> you say. She smiles. <<sophia "Well, you helped me. You helped all of us, really.">> she says. <<you "That's my job!">> you say. After a few minutes the bus pulls up and Wilson opens the door. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Hello there! Need a lift?">> he asks. <<you "Hi Wilson.">> you say. <<wilson "I was talking to her.">> he says, pointing to Sophia. She giggles and blushes. <<you "Et Tu, Wilson?">> you say. <<wilson "Huh?">> <<you "Never mind.">> <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4sophia">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophiapark2.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <img src="images/sophia/sophia3.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"> <</nobr>>You and Sophia ride the bus through town and back past the campus. She strikes up a conversation. <<sophia "So where do you think your phone is?">> she asks. <<you "I don't know. I looked at my place, and it's not there. It's not on the bus and Wilson checked the lost and found at the bus depot, but it's not there either.">> you say. <<sophia "Well, have you checked Casey's house yet?">> she asks. Yeah, all roads seem to be leading you back there. <<you "No. I've been kind of avoiding that.">> you say. <<sophia "Why?">> she asks. You don't want to tell her about what happened last night. <<you "Because I wanted to give them all a chance to sleep it off, you know. They were all pretty hammered last night.">> you say. She seems to buy your excuse. <<sophia "Tell me about it. Those three go HARD.">> she says, referring to Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa. <<you "But, I guess it's time to head over there. It's going to be a mess, you know.">> you say. <<sophia "Yeah. But we'll back each other up, right?">> she asks. <<you "Right.">> you say. She reaches out and squeezes your hand. You squeeze her's back. The bus stops in front of your apartment complex and the two of you get off. After the bus leaves, you looks across the street and see that there are indeed girls awake at Casey's house. Some of them are cleaning up the mess on the front lawn. <<sophia "Ready?">> she asks you. <<you "Ready.">> you reply. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4sophia1">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartmentext>> <</nobr>>You and Sophia head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Sophia, though not the greatest of friends with the mean girl contingent, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you. The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Sophia is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself. <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you. <<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says. You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Sophia. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles. <<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes. <<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles. <<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you. <<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her. <<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Sophia are. <<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Sophia speaks up though. <<sophia "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says. <<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says. <<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Sophia, you coming or staying?">> you ask. <<sophia "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Sophia talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God. <<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say. <<kaylee "Yeah, Sophia told us. That sucks.">> she says. <<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask. <<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">> <<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed. <<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles. <<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Sophia decides to stay and help, so you head out alone. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it. You walk over to the girls and Sophia speaks up. <<sophia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. <<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning. <<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do. The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Sophia decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles. <<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Sophia is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on. <<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again. <<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Sophia must have told them already. <<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">> YOU FREEZE. Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers. <<you "Uhh...">> you stammer. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">> With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Sophia speaks up. <img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><<sophia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out. <<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<if $lesson4==1>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminearmscrossed.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>>She looks back at you and you can tell from her expression that she's thinking about what you're saying, but it's still hard for her to accept. <<jasmine "I am taking control of my life, Professor. This is what I want to do.">> she says. <<you "I simply don't believe you, Jasmine.">> you say. <<you "I think this is all just a defense mechanism.">> <<jasmine "Don't head shrink me, Professor.">> she says, a little annoyed. <<you "I'm sorry, but that's what I do, remember?">> you say. She frowns but seem to accept that. <<jasmine "OK, look. I really appreciate what you've done for me. You've really gone out of your way to try to help me. Like last week, in your office, you stopped me and Sophia from getting expelled. You didn't have to do that.">> she says. You think about exactly what happened in your office, about how Jasmine and Sophia sucked you off to convince you not to expel them for something that totally would not have led to their expulsion anyway. Do you feel a little bad about taking advantage of them? Sure. Did getting your dick sucked make you feel better? Absolutely. <<you "Well, you were both VERY persuasive.">> you say. She giggles and shoots you a sexy flirty smile. <<jasmine "Well, I have to admit, it was actually fun.">> she says. <<you "I agree, wholeheartedly.">> you say with a smile. She giggles again. Then she seems to get serious once more. <<jasmine "So I do appreciate what you do for me, but now, I just think I need you to... back off.">> she says. You can tell she's not trying to be rude, she just doesn't want to get attached to anyone, including you. <<you "I know what you're feeling, Jasmine, but I don't think I can do that in good conscience. It's my job to help you with your problems, and whether you like it or not... you have a problem here.">> you say. She looks away. She knows you're right but she's scared to confront her problem. You've got a problem too. You really want to help Jasmine, but you also really want to FUCK Jasmine. This is a textbook conflict of interest. Still, could you make it work? It would be a real tightrope act, so to speak, but you've walked on tighter ropes before, right? <<link "Help Jasmine get over her fear of abandonment in a professional manner." "saturday 7-3town1b1a3">><<set $jasminehelp=1>><</link>> <<link "Walk the tightrope and get in that tight pussy in the process." "saturday 7-3town1b1a3">><<set $jasminehelp=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasmineconfident.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>>Jasmine looks back at you with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She wants to make this change, but she's still scared to take the leap. <<jasmine "I... I...">> she stammers. <<you "Look, Jasmine, do you want to change? Be honest.">> you say. She thinks for a moment then nods. <<you "OK, that's step one.">> you say. <<jasmine "I guess so.">> she says. <<you "And step two? Do you BELIEVE you can change?">> you ask. She hesitates. <<jasmine "I don't know.">> she says. <<you "I do. Jasmine, you're probably the strongest person I've ever met. You may be little, but you're like fucking Mighty Mouse.">> you say. She looks confused. She doesn't get the reference. You forget that you're fucking old. <<you "He was a cartoon mouse who was really strong. He could fly, he had a cape, he fought crime.">> you say. She still looks confused. <<you "Nevermind. The point is you've been through more in your short life so far than most people go through in their entire lifetimes. And you've come out of it on the other side. You're still standing.">> you say. <<jasmine "I guess so.">> she says. <<you "Jasmine, you KNOW so. Say it.">> <<jasmine "I KNOW SO.">> she says. <<you "And you know that you can face anything, no matter how scary it is, because you've slayed demons.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "You're a fucking superhero, Jasmine.">> you say. She blushes. <<jasmine "I'm nothing special.">> she says. <<you "Fuck that. Now is not the time for humility, Jasmine.">> you say. She smiles. <<jasmine "OK, yeah. I'm a fucking superhero!">> she says. <<you "Louder!">> you say. <<jasmine "I'm a FUCKING SUPERHERO!">> she yells. <<you "LOUDER!!">> you yell. She stands up strong and tall. <<jasmine "I'M A FUCKING SUPERHERO!!!">> she screams. People across the street are giving you both weird looks, but neither of you care. Jasmine looks happier than you've ever seen her. <<you "Damn right you are. But you know what?">> you ask. <<jasmine "What?">> <<you "Even superheroes need friends, friends who help them through the tough times. Do you get what I'm saying?">> you ask. <<jasmine "Yeah, Professor. I get it. I do want to change, and I'd really appreciate your help doing it.">> she says. <<you "Good.">> you say. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1a4">><<set $jasminehelp=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <</nobr>>Jasmine is stubborn, and she's just going to stay in her old, self-destructive patterns unless you shock her out of them. It may upset her, you think, but it will be better for her in the long run. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminemad.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminecold.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminearmscrossed.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<you "Jasmine, you're full of shit, you know that?">> you ask. She looks upset. <<jasmine "What the fuck?!">> she says incredulously. <<you "You're full of shit. You act like you're living the life you want to live when you're clearly not.">> you say. She pouts and huffs but doesn't deny it. <<you "You're scared. Frankly, you're being a little fucking pussy.">> you say. <<jasmine "And you're being a BIG FUCKING ASSHOLE!">> she says. <<you "Maybe, yeah. But this is what you need.">> you say. She glares at you in silence. She's angry that you're treating her so harshly, but also probably because she knows you're right. <<you "I know you don't want to live the rest of your life alone. I know you don't want to be lonely old cat lady.">> you say. <<jasmine "I'm allergic to cats.">> she says. <<you "That's even worse. You'll have to be lonely old... fish lady I guess.">> you say with a little smile. She rolls her eyes but smiles as well. <<jasmine "Look, I get what you're saying, but I don't want to talk about it, OK?">> she says. <<you "Well how long is that going to go on for? How long are you going to keep postponing your own happiness?">> you ask. She looks uncomfortable. What you're saying is making sense to her, but she's scared to confrot what comes next. <<jasmine "I... I don't know.">> she says. <<you "It can stop today, you know?">> you say. She looks away. <<you "All you have to do is ask for help.">> <<jasmine "How do I know you can help me?">> she asks. It's time for a motivational parable, you think to yourself. <<you "You ever hear about the guy who fell in a hole?">> you ask. She looks confused and shakes her head. <<you "So, a guy falls in a hole and he can't get out. He tries everything he can think of, but nothing works. He figures he's just gonna have to live in the hole forever.">> you say. <<jasmine "What is this all about, Professor?">> she asks. <<you "I'm getting there. So the guy is in the hole, and he's basically given up. Then his friend shows up and sees him in there. The friend knows that the guy can't get out of the hole and he wants to help, so he just jumps down into the hole with him.">> you say. <<jasmine "That's dumb, now they're both stuck in there.">> she says. <<you "Yeah. And that's exactly what the guy says to his friend. He says 'You idiot! Now we're both stuck in this hole!' But the friend just smiles and says, 'That's OK, because I've been in this hole before, and I know the way out.'">> you say. Jasmine gets it. She looks back at you and you can see that she's smiling a little. You're making progress. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1b2">><</link>>

<<if $lesson4==1>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>>Jasmine is smiling a little bit as she looks back up at you. <<you "Do you get what I'm saying, Jasmine?">> you ask. <<jasmine "I think you're saying you want to jump into my hole, right Professor?">> she says with a sexy smile. You laugh. <<you "Jesus you're a dirty girl, you know that?">> you say. She keeps smiling. <<jasmine "Yeah, so? You weren't complaining last week in your office.">> she says, reminding you of that particular event. <<you "OK, fair. I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy that.">> you say. <<jasmine "Me neither. I think we all had some fun, right?">> she asks. <<you "I certainly hope so.">> you say. She giggles. <<jasmine "Seriously, though. I appreciate what you're trying to do for me. I appreciate what you did for me and Sophia last week too. I know neither of us want to get expelled, and I know that you're going above and beyond for us.">> she says. That's totally not true, you were never going to get them expelled. But Jasmine seems happy to have sucked your dick anyway, so... no harm no foul, right? <<you "I do what I think is right.">> you lie. <<jasmine "I know you do.">> she says. <<you "So, getting back to the topic at hand. I'm about to jump in that hole with you, Jasmine. Whether you like it or not.">> you say. She looks hopeful. She's done resisting you. <<jasmine "OK.">> she says. But here's where you run into a little problem. Normally a therapist would remain strictly professional with a patient like Jasmine. But, you're not a normal therapist. In fact, you're not a therapist at all. And Jasmine is not a normal patient. After all, she was naked in your office and covered in your cum, like, less than 72 hours ago. Do you want to try to be professional, or are you REALLY gonna get in Jasmine's hole? <<link "Help Jasmine as a professional therapist would." "saturday 7-3town1b1a3">><<set $jasminehelp=1>><</link>> <<link "GET IN THAT HOLE!" "saturday 7-3town1b1a3">><<set $jasminehelp=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>><<jasmine "That's a good story, Professor.">> she says. <<you "It's more than just a story, you know.">> you say. <<jasmine "Yeah, I got that.">> she says with a little smile. <<you "See you're the guy in the hole.">> you say. She rolls her eyes and smiles. <<jasmine "I know.">> she says. You pause while she keeps smiling at you. <<you "It's an emotional hole.">> you say. She laughs a little and shakes her head. <<you "It's a metaphor... for your emotions.">> you say. She playfully slaps you on the arm. <<jasmine "You're ruining it!">> she says with a giggle. <<you "I know. I just want to make sure you get what I'm trying to say.">> <<jasmine "I get it. You want to help me out of the emotional hole that I'm in.">> she says. <<you "Yes. And I can do it, Jasmine. If you're willing to let me help you.">> you say. She looks hesitant. <<jasmine "I don't know. I just... don't know.">> she says. <<you "I do. I know that we can do this, together.">> you say confidently. She takes one last moment to think about it. <<jasmine "Do you promise you're not going to bail on me?">> she asks. This is very serious. Her main problem is abandonment issues. It would devastate her if you started to help her then abandoned her. You know this. <<you "I promise, Jasmine.">> you say. You genuinely mean it this time. <<jasmine "OK. Get me out of this hole, Professor.">> she says. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1a4">><<set $jasminehelp=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <</nobr>>Jasmine seems distant. After a week of bringing her closer to both yourself and the rest of the class, it seems like she's actively drifting away again. You want to let her know that you understand what she's going through. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<you "I remember being your age.">> you say. <<jasmine "Yeah, what were the 1950's like, really?">> she says with a smile. <<you "Cute. Real cute.">> you say. You chuckle. <<you "I had to deal with a lot of the same things you're going through.">> <<jasmine "You were an orphan too?">> she asks. <<you "No, but my parents were divorced when I was young. I lived with my mother, and she was just a wreck. I had to basically take care of my sister...">> you say. Jasmine looks sympathetic. <<you "And... she died.">> you say. <<jasmine "Your sister?">> she asks. <<you "Yes.">> you reply. The Marshals actually made that part of your backstory if anyone ever goes investigating. <<jasmine "I'm sorry, Professor.">> she says. <<you "It's OK. It's been a long time now. I'm not over it, I mean, you never get over it...">> you say. Jasmine nods. She knows about losing family members and the hole that leaves in your life. <<you "...But you learn to live with it.">> you say. <<jasmine "Yeah.">> she says. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<you "But one thing I know is that it can be really scary to open up and form attachments to people when you've lost so many of the ones closest to you.">> you say. Jasmine looks away, sad. She's thinking about her parents, you can tell. <<you "And I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you bouncing from home to home, meeting a new family, making new friends, only to have it all go away over and over again.">> you say. She's still looking away from you. She's strong and proud and you can tell she doesn't want you to see her feeling sad. <<jasmine "It's fine. I'm used to it.">> she says. <<you "But you don't have to live your life that way anymore, you know? You're an adult. You're out of the foster care system now. You're in control of your life.">> you say. <<jasmine "No one's in control of their life. They just like to think they are.">> she says. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<you "Maybe not completely, no. There are some things that we cannot control. But most things we can.">> you say. <<jasmine "Maybe.">> she says. <<you "Jasmine, don't you want to take control of your life?">> you ask. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1a2">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminearmscrossed.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>>You and Jasmine ride the bus through town in amicable silence. You're thinking about your arrangement with her. You feel good about it. After a while, she asks you, <<jasmine "Hey any update on the whole... rats situation?">> You had actually been trying not to think about that whole other mess. <<you "No, nothing. But thanks for reminding me.">> you say sarcastically. She laughs. <<jasmine "So, you're not a big fan of rats?">> she asks. <<you "Is anyone?">> <<jasmine "Well, I'm certainly not.">> she says. <<you "Bad experience?">> you ask. <<jasmine "Well, when I was living in...">> she starts, then suddenly looks a little embarrassed. <<you "What's wrong?">> you ask. <<jasmine "Well, I don't really like people knowing about this, but I assume you've read my file.">> she says. <<you "You assume correctly.">> you say. <<jasmine "Well, in that old office park where I was living after I left the foster system, there were lots of rats there.">> she says with a shudder. You think about Jasmine, homeless, living in a rat-infested abandoned building. It makes you sad. But it also gives you some hope. If she could get through that, she can get through anything. <<you "Gross.">> you say. <<jasmine "Tell me about it. Nothing like waking up with rat turds all around you. That way you know they were crawling all over you while you were asleep.">> she says. That's a fucking horrible thought. <<you "Well, I hope that the administration is dealing with the rat problem, but I don't think it's dealt with just yet.">> you say. <<jasmine "Great. So we have that to look forward to on Monday.">> she says. <<you "Look, we roll with the punches, right?">> <<jasmine "Right.">> she says. The bus pulls around the corner and stops in front of your apartment complex. You both get off and Wilson pulls away and out of sight. You look across the street and see that there are girls awake and cleaning up the front lawn. It looks like it's finally time to do this. You and Jasmine head across the street. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4jasmine1">><</link>>

<<if $jasminehelp==1>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"> <</nobr>><<jasmine "OK, Professor. I need your help.">> she says. She's ready to make a change. <<you "Good. You're already headed in the right direction.">> you say. She smiles. <<jasmine "I know.">> she says. <<you "It's not going to be easy. You're going to want to give up sometimes.">> you say. <<you "But I'm not going to let that happen.">> <<jasmine "Thank you, Professor.">> she says. <<you "But you're the one who's going to be doing all the work, you know? I can't do it for you.">> you remind her. <<jasmine "I know. I'm ready.">> she says. There's a certain confidence in her voice now that makes you feel hopeful about her prospects in this. <<you "I think you are, Jasmine. I think you are.">> you say. She leans in and gives you a hug. You hug her back. It's very wholesome, but you can't help but remember your office session with her. You kinda tricked her into blowing you... No, you DEFINITELY tricked her into it. She seemed to like it, but regardless, you were dishonest and you took advantage of her... and of Sophia. But there's nothing you can do about that now. If you're really trying to be a better person, all you can do is help Jasmine moving forward. <<jasmine "So... does this mean we're going to be having more meetings in your office?">> she says with a smile. <<you "Look, Jasmine... I shouldn't have let that happen.">> you say. <<jasmine "It wasn't really up to you.">> she says. <<jasmine "I mean, we kinda jumped you.">> <<you "Yes, you did. But I... I don't want you to think that I'm doing this... that I'm helping you because you did that.">> you say. <<jasmine "I know. But... it was fun.">> she says. <<you "Be that as it may, I think we should probably cool it from now on, OK?">> you ask. She smiles. <<jasmine "OK.">> she says. There's something in her expression that makes you think she's not being totally genuine, but maybe you're just misreading her. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1a4">><</link>><<elseif $jasminehelp==2>><<nobr>> <<bg town>> <</nobr>>So here you are. You're going to help Jasmine and try to fuck her at the same time. This could get messy. But, you're whole fucking life is, was, and presumably will be, messy. You're basically mr. messy at this point so... fuck it. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<jasmine "I guess I need your help, Professor. I'll do whatever you want me to.">> she says. <<you "OK, Jasmine. I'm going to hold you to that.">> you say. She smiles. <<jasmine "And I think I can help you too.">> she says. <<you "What do you mean?">> you ask, though you're pretty sure you know what she means. <<jasmine "Well, like when you helped me and Sophia not get expelled last week, and then we... helped you in return.">> she says. <<you "Are you suggesting that...">> <<jasmine "That's exactly what I'm suggesting.">> she says, reaching out and touching your thigh. <<you "Jasmine, we're in public.">> you remind her. She giggles and removes her hand. <<jasmine "Sorry.">> she says. <<you "Look, I would have helped you anyway. I want you to know that.">> you say. <<jasmine "Does that mean you don't want me to help you too?">> she asks. <<you "Well, I didn't say that, did I?">> you say with a smile. She giggles. <<jasmine "Good. Because I REALLY want to help you, Professor.">> she says. BONER ALERT. You know what? Who the fuck cares about conflicts of interest? What does that even mean? I don't know, and I don't care! WE'RE GONNA FUCK JASMINE. And help her too. But we're totally gonna fuck. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1a4">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>> <<bg town>> <</nobr>>You and Jasmine seem to have come to an understanding. You're taking your first steps on what will be, for her, a hard but ultimately productive journey. She smiles at you with new-found hope. It seems like she's ready for what's to come, and so are you. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelook.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<you "So, how do you feel?">> you ask her. <<jasmine "Better. Much better. I'm still a little scared, but I feel good.">> she says. <<you "That's the right frame of mind to be in.">> you tell her. She smiles. <<jasmine "So what do we do now?">> she asks. You have a few ideas, but you remember that you are still without your phone, and that's a problem that you need to solve ASAP. <<you "Well, to be honest, I was right in the middle of something.">> you say. <<jasmine "What?">> she asks. <<you "I lost my phone somewhere and I really need to find it.">> you say. <<jasmine "I can help you find it!">> she says with a smile. <<you "Really? You're not busy?">> you ask. <<jasmine "No, not at all. Where should we look?">> she asks. You know you have to go to Casey's house, even though you've been avoiding it. You will eventually have to confront your actions from last night, and what better time than now. With Jasmine along for the ride, maybe she can distract some of the girls and let you look for the phone without having to talk to them. <<you "Well, I've looked all over, but I still need to look at Casey's place.">> you say. <<jasmine "Oh. I bet it's a fucking mess over there.">> she says. She's probably right, judging by how you left it last night. <<you "Yeah. They probably could use some help cleaning up.">> you say. <<jasmine "Yeah. Probably.">> she says. <<jasmine "So, should we go?">> she asks. <<you "Let's do it.">> you say. The two of you walk over to the bus stop and a few minutes later, the bus pulls up and Wilson opens the door. He smiles at both of you. <<wilson "Hello there! Where are you two headed?">> he asks. <<you "Nowhere good.">> you say. He gives you a confused look. <<wilson "Huh?">> he asks. <<you "Nothing, Wilson. Let's go.">> you say. He shrugs. You both get on the bus and take your seats as he pulls away from the bus stop and onto the road. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4jasmine">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg apartmentext>> <</nobr>>You and Jasmine head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Jasmine, though not the greatest of friends with the mean girl contingent, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you. The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Jasmine is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself. <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you. <<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says. You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Jasmine. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles. <<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes. <<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles. <<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you. <<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her. <<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Jasmine are. <<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Jasmine speaks up though. <<jasmine "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says. <<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says. <<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Jasmine, you coming or staying?">> you ask. <<jasmine "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Jasmine talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God. <<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say. <<kaylee "Yeah, Jasmine told us. That sucks.">> she says. <<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask. <<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">> <<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed. <<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles. <<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Jasmine decides to stay and help, so you head out alone. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it. You walk over to the girls and Jasmine speaks up. <<jasmine "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. <<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning. <<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do. The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Jasmine decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles. <<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Jasmine is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on. <<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again. <<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Jasmine must have told them already. <<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head. <<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">> YOU FREEZE. Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers. <<you "Uhh...">> you stammer. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">> With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Jasmine speaks up. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<sophia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out. <<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him, <<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">> <<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">> <<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment. <<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>

<<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>> <<bg divebar>> <img src="images/billy/billysmoking.jpg" alt="billy smoking" class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marshadive.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billysmoking.jpg" alt="billy smoking" class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marshadive.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billysmoking.jpg" alt="billy smoking" class="left"> <img src="images/marsha/marshadive.jpg" alt="marsha" class="left"> <img src="images/saturday7/missedcalls.webp" alt="missed calls" class="left"> <img src="images/billy/billysmoking.jpg" alt="billy smoking" class="left"> <img src="images/tuesday3/cigout.jpg" alt="a black sedan" class="left"> <</nobr>>Meanwhile, far away... Marshal Buck was back to his old bad habit. Smoking would kill him, he realized, but with everything that had been happening, he really needed the stress relief. And death by mob assassin was a more pressing issue at the moment. Some would say that he was just being paranoid. Sure, the car he kept seeing, the one he was SURE has been following him and staking out his house at night, sure that car COULD be a mobster's... but it could also just be a new neighbor who coincidentally works near his office downtown. That's certainly what Marshal Marshall first thought when he told her about it, but now even she couldn't totally rule out foul play. She sat there outside the dive bar next to her partner. It was late at night at the same dive where they had previously met. This was their secret spot, or so they assumed. <<marsha "So, like I told you, I've been being careful.">> Marsha said. <<marsha "I've been following all the protocols, changing my routines, keeping an eye out for suspicious vehicles and people.">> <<billy "And?">> Billy asked. <<marsha "And... I don't know what to tell you, Billy. I haven't seen anything that would make me think I'm being surveiled.">> she said. Buck frowned. He was still convinced that something fishy was going on. Marsha seemed to notice his expression. <<marsha "When you first told me about the car, I kinda believed you. I mean, I still believe you that you keep seeing the same car, but that could mean anything.">> she said. <<billy "I don't know, Marsha. It just seems so suspicious. After what we've been wrapped up in? You know Angelo's crew would be looking for payback if they knew that we were directly involved.">> he said. <<marsha "But they don't. I mean, how could they?">> she said. <<marsha "For as much as I don't like $you.firstName, he knows his shit. He's the best con man I think I've ever encountered. And he's stayed alive this long. I trust that he covered his tracks, and ours.">> she said. <<billy "Look, he's good. I know that. But everyone makes mistakes. There are a lot of moving parts here, and... I can't help but worry that we all may have overlooked something.">> he said. Marsha suddenly looked worried. She tried to cover it, but Buck noticed. <<billy "What? What is it?">> he asked. <<marsha "It's nothing, Billy.">> she said. But Buck wasn't going to let this go. <<billy "Tell me!">> he said forcefully. Marsha sighed. <<marsha "OK, but I'll say, I don't think this is that big of a deal. I only really just thought of it.">> she said. <<billy "Stop dancing around it and just say it, Marsha.">> he said. <<marsha "Well, since I've been being extra careful, you know, these last few days, I decided to call $you.firstName, just to see if he noticed anything.">> she said. <<billy "That's risky, Marsha! You know that phone number was supposed to be for emergencies only!">> he said. <<marsha "I know, but you were really freaked out so I thought that this qualified.">> she replied. <<billy "OK, that's fair, I guess. So what are you telling me?">> he asked. Marsha hesitated, then told him. <<marsha "He hasn't been picking up his phone... the last 24 hours.">> she said. Buck looked worried. <<marsha "I don't think it's that big of a deal, but I thought you should know.">> she said. Buck thought long and hard about this new development. <<billy "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. We have no other way to contact him, except going to the island in person. And if it turns out we ARE being followed, that would just lead them right to him.">> he said. Neither of the Marshals liked this situation. They were really between a rock and a hard place, that is IF they were being followed. But they still weren't completely sure that they WERE being followed. Uncertainty's a bitch. Buck finished his smoke and stubbed it out on the ground before telling Marsha to keep her head on a swivel. It was really all they could do. Marsha got into her car and headed off. Buck did the same. <<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 3.2end">><</link>>

<<nobr>> <<bg details>> <img src="images/intro/thankyou2.jpg" alt="thank you" class="left"> <</nobr>><div class="credits">The End of Chapter 3.2</div> <div class="center"><span class="alida">**IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED THAT YOU SAVE TO DISK NOW**</span></div> If you enjoyed your experience so far, and wish to donate, You can do so on <a href="https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark" target="_blank">PATREON.</a> Donations do not support the development of the game, but they help me with my personal expenses, which allows me to spend more time on developing the game. You could also really help out by leaving a review on F95ZONE, or wherever it was that you downloaded or played the game. The more reviews the game gets, the more people will be able to find it and enjoy it for themselves. Or, you can join the <a href="https://discord.gg/UYGkDB7kBr" target="_blank">Confidence Man Discord Server</a> to hang out with other people who enjoy the game.