Roger and Cynthia Naked in SchoolChapter 22
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“Hey, guess what happened today,” Tom called when he arrived home after classes one day in early April. “Media event of the year, so far.”
“Hi, darling,” Cynthia hugged him in greeting. “What are you so excited about?”
“That journal article we did. The students who run the journal had reporters looking for them today—they wanted interviews with the article’s authors. You know, the seven of us who put the research together and wrote it up. At first I thought I’d keep in the background but the journal’s editor talked me into giving an interview.”
“Really? Who was the interview with?”
“Several local TV stations. It’ll be on at six, they said.”
“Cool!” Roger had come in. “So that article must have made a splash.”
“Looks like it, since they wanted to talk to us. They asked us a bunch of questions and the journal did it like a news conference.”
Later they watched the news. The piece was introduced by the local anchorperson.
“In local news today, WAGZ learned about an article in the latest issue of a student journal published by Georgia Polytech, American Civics, which came out four days ago. The journal carries articles written by students which discuss current social issues and problems in American culture. An article in the current issue caught our attention as it is a study of the social problems that the Naked in School Program has caused in the country.
“Here to tell us about the article and its authors is our education reporter, Julian Sommers. Julian, why is this article causing such great interest?”
“Thanks, Robyn. Georgia Polytech isn’t a university noted for its expertise in sociological research; it’s one of the top technical and engineering schools in the country and not a source of important social research. Also, a student-run journal like American Civics isn’t the place where one would look to find important sociological studies either. But both the college and the journal have jumped into the sociological spotlight with this paper which describes some startling details that add to the woes of the Naked in School Program, one of the most controversial education programs ever begun in the U.S. education system.
“Last year we reported on the effect of the Program on student academic performance; that was a study also completed by students, but at Avery University, and that study showed that average student performance declined by a full grade after their high school implemented the Program. The study that was published this week shows that the problems caused by the Program aren’t limited to the high schools and student grades, they affect society in many ways too, some of them economically, and the effect is uniformly bad.
“Polytech allowed us to interview some of the authors of the study, those who could be reached in the limited time we had available. The authors are all students and it’s significant that all are engineering or computer science students. In other words, the work was all completed on their own and not as part of a course. We met with Thomas Emerson, Dale Masters, George Ulrey, Abbey Castile, and Sandra Toomey. Co-authors who weren’t able to be at the interview were Janice Bowers and Herbert Simpson. The co-authors conducted a group interview because they took time out of their busy days to meet with the media and we edited the interview to capture the most important parts.
Media representative: “Mr Thomas Emerson, you were the lead author?”
Emerson: “Yes, sir, more like the organizer and shepherd. Everyone did important work.”
Media: “Why did you write the article? If it wasn’t for a class or any academic credit, why did you all spend so much time?”
Masters: “I’ll answer that one. My sister was sexually assaulted while in the Program and I noticed that assaults associated with the Program seemed to be common. Tom had been working with a group of students at Avery on a study there about academic performance and he suggested that a group here at Polytech might do a parallel one on social issues. I was happy to join him. The others had similar reasons for being anti-Program.”
Media: “You mentioned sexual assaults were common. How common?”
Toomey: “I worked on those data. We had some 37,500 reports to work from; obviously these were anecdotal self-reports, but the sheer numbers probably balances out exaggerations. This wasn’t a true ‘scientific’ study—it was a kind of retrospective survey study. What we found was that the occurrence of rapes among students in the Program ranged between ten to fifteen times greater than the general population and over fifty times greater in the same demographic, that is, high-school students. Lesser sexual assaults were also about eighty times greater in that demographic. The number was 13,588 assaults described in about 37,500 postings.”
Media: “That’s an awfully large number. Could you verify any of those cases?”
Toomey: “No, that’s the limitation of the data we had to work with. But if you assume that if even as much as half of the reports were exaggerations, it still wouldn’t change the fact that the Program seems to be responsible for a significant number of assaults.”
Media: “The study mentions economic impact too.”
Emerson: “That’s correct. Many victims of assaults needed medical care. There were over 6,000 cases of psychological trauma reported and about 10,000 cases of physical injuries; and both of those kinds of injuries needed medical care. These were not injuries from assaults, but from other causes like being forced to play sports while nude or trauma or infections caused by the sexual molestation that the Program forces its participants to endure. Then we found numerous cases of students being put on anxiety meds to get them through their Program week. So those are some of the kinds of medical issues and they all carry significant price tags. And we need to add to medical costs the legal costs to society of having to prosecute those who broke the law, or costs to parents who had to sue for their child’s injuries—and defending all those accused, too. We have no way of quantifying those costs, but they are surely high.”
Media: “Psychological problems were one of the issues we associated with the Program from its beginnings. You mention that in the paper too.”
Emerson: “Yes, the data supported that assumption also. Reported psychological problems among high schoolers in the Program were about fifty-five times greater than the matched demographic in the general population.”
Media: “We also had reports of suicides among teens having increased.”
Ulrey: “I spent a lot of time working on that issue but we couldn’t draw any conclusions since only three reports of suicides appeared in the postings we analyzed. But the national data we got from the CDC showed that there were many more teen suicides than those three during the past two years. We did notice that the suicide rate among teens went from about 11 per 100,000 in the year before the Program began anywhere, to about 15 per 100,000 starting in the year after the Program was rolled out. That’s a circumstantial association, though, but it implies a 35 percent increase in teen suicides.”
Media: “You mentioned the CDC. How were they involved?”
Castile: “Yes. I researched the CDC data; they were extremely helpful in getting us epidemiological data matched by demographic for the closest categories we could get to theirs. And Janice and Herb were our data-crunchers. They were the ones who pored over the 37,500 reports to filter out the problem categories we analyzed. Their work was a key for the article.”
Media: “How representative do you think the student reports on which you based your data are, in terms of total numbers? I’m asking what fraction of the students of these high schools wrote about their experiences?”
Castile: “That was fascinating. Let’s see, in rough numbers, there were something like 15 million public high school students in about 26,400 public high schools. Private schools didn’t have the Program. Based on the numbers of student Program participants each week, we calculated that about 45 percent of the entire national high school population took part in a Program week over the study period. The rest were never in the Program, they escaped high school without ever having to do it. And of the students who participated, 1.6 percent of them wrote some kind of report on the website where this information was collected. We could analyze only about a third of those responses, those were the reports of an incident that fell into one of the seven social problem categories we had identified. So all of the negative information about the Program comes from a tiny number of responses. Which implies that a much larger number of students must have been affected, since it’s well known that voluntary responses to polls and such only represent a very small number of potential responses.”
Media: “So what did you conclude about the Program after you analyzed all of those reports?”
Emerson: “Who wants to answer that one?”
Toomey: “Sure, I’ll do it. We believe that our article clearly shows that the Program has resulted in a huge economic cost to the country in terms of dollars spent for medical care and legal costs, plus a huge social cost in terms of health, educational, and psychological harm to Program participants.”
Emerson: “So we urge that people read the article for themselves; it’s on line on the Polytech website. They were kind enough to put a link to it on the home page.”
Media: “Thank you, then, all of you, for your fascinating work and for talking with us this afternoon.”
“Well, that was how the press conference went, Robyn. We spoke to some of the officials at Polytech; apparently they were totally unaware of the study that these students were doing, but they were absolutely delighted with how professionally it was performed, and of course they’re thrilled with the public attention their university is getting as a result.”
“Thanks, Julian. We understand that people are flocking to Polytech’s website to read the study, so if the site is slow, be patient. It should be interesting to see how supporters of the Program react to this latest attack on its educational value. And in other local news...”
“Oh ... my ... God!” Cynthia exclaimed. “You were totally brilliant, Tom ... and the others ... freakin’ awesome! Can I touch you? Seriously, this has to be the final nail in the Program’s coffin.” She hugged him. “You’re a genius; I think I’ll keep you.”
“Well, that was all your idea, Cyn. You and Rog set it up. You were talking about attacks using flanking moves. Hitting them with student resistance was a frontal attack, but your also going after the basic idea underpinning the Program—what did you say the Marines called that? Going after their logistics, destroying the reserves. Wiping out their ability to counterattack. Shit, stop me—I’m getting carried away with the metaphors, aren’t I?”
“No, no, Tom, I love it!” Roger said. “We’ve gotta make you an honorary Marine kid, you know.”
“Well, I’m not at all far, right? My dad was a Navy pilot and my step-dad was Army,” Tom grinned.
“Well, bub, we’ll accept the Navy bit, but don’t try to make me accept that Army is equal to Marine, ok?” Cynthia growled.
“So you gonna do the evening talk show rounds now that you’re famous?” Roger kidded.
“Shit, I just want to get back to my real school work. That article did take a lot of work, and the others did a super job, too. Hell, after the interview, the head of the Humanities Department asked our group if any of us wanted to change majors—he said he could offer economics, sociology, even poly sci. Someone said they were nominating the paper for some kind of award. I just hope the fuss dies down soon.”
The fuss didn’t die down, at least not in the media nor in the public at large. Within a week of the media coverage of the article, parents all around the country were descending on their children’s high schools demanding that their running the Program be terminated while political commentators of all persuasions were clamoring for its elimination. Lawmakers were scrambling to introduce bills for its end and state governors were considering issuing executive orders to prevent schools from running it.
Several weeks after the Program had virtually collapsed all around the country, Roger and Cynthia’s education team was required to demonstrate their team’s class project at Merritt High, in an anticlimactic series of high-school classes.
The team had finalized the ideas that they had developed into the outlines of their three classes. The class objectives emphasized relationship building and developing personal regard and respect for others, and was designed to be presented mainly in the high school’s psychology and health classes. The team had also come up with an auxiliary module to be presented in the physical education classes. In all of these classes, touching was to be encouraged as a powerful form of non-verbal communication and part of the health curriculum would include lessons in basic, non-erotic massage techniques which could be used for both relaxation and relationship building.
They took the classroom modules they had developed to Merritt High, and Denise and Kevin were recruited to help in the classes as peer demonstrators—their prior experience as Program helpers in their former high school plus their experience with tantric yoga and massage made them a natural choice.
Since this class was taking place during the final month of the school year, Cynthia’s team had chosen students from the fall term’s incoming freshman class—the middle schoolers who would become the freshmen. Permission to do this was granted because, as Roger pointed out, all of the students in the current health class had been together for the entire year; they knew each other very well, and the team’s curriculum was designed to show relationship building among a group of students whose members didn’t know each other very well. Since the high school drew its students from a number of middle schools, many students wouldn’t know each other, so they got permission to work with the eighth graders.
Cynthia’s group set up their health class and PE class as a workshop for the week after solving some logistical details about when and where the class would be held.
Soon the first day of the workshop arrived and the students filed into the room. Cynthia’s team was there with the Merritt Health teacher who was acting as a monitor/chaperone.
“Okay, students,” Cynthia announced as the kids entered and looked around, confused at seeing gym mats instead of desks and chairs. “Please go to a mat and sit down, six people to a mat.”
There was the predictable shuffling and muttering as the kids tried to sort themselves into groups, friends trying to stay together.
“Now I notice that most mats are segregated by gender,” Cynthia smiled at the group. “Most of you wanted to sit near someone whom you knew and were comfortable with, correct?”
Murmurs of assent came from around the room.
Roger then spoke. “Soon you’ll be in high school, and in high school you’ll be making all kinds of new friends and learning about social and school relationships. In this class we’ll begin to show you a little about making connections with the people who’ll become your new friends. Everyone, move into a circle on your mats facing inward. Now hold hands with those on each side of you. In the next several minutes, tell your friends your name, age, and your middle school.”
Rhonda walked into the middle of the group of mats. “Now you all got a card with a number on it when you came in. Look up—see the number on the sign hanging over each mat? Get up and go to your numbered mat...”
When they got there, she went on, “Hey, isn’t that interesting! How did that happen—equal numbers of girls and boys on each mat!”
There were titters at Rhonda’s comment and the children stared bashfully at everyone other than the kids on their own mat.
Rhonda went on, “You can sit, now. Girls, move to sit across from a boy on your mat. Sit closer, everyone, because you’ll take each other’s hands in your own, and look at your new friend. Or maybe this is even an old friend. Now introduce yourselves as you did on the first mat and this time tell your friend something about yourself, like a sibling or a pet or a favorite music group.”
After a minute of murmuring sounds, Rhonda resumed.
“Now, while keeping your eyes closed, both of you, girls first, feel your partner’s hands, get to know them. Touch them all over, over the palms and fingers, as much as you want, and try to memorize how they feel.”
The team watched as the girls did as she had commanded. The girls were stroking their hands over the boys’ hands, over their palms, fingers, and backs, and then running their fingers over the boys’ hands, letting them play lightly over wrists and palms. They were pleased to hear little sighs of pleasure from the children as they did this.
“Okay now, boys, take your girl’s hands and do the same, keeping your eyes closed.”
The teacher slipped up to Cynthia during this exercise.
“What’s this about?” she whispered.
“Something I remembered from drama classes. An old theater trick; it loosens up two people who don’t know each other very well for when they have to do a scene where they have to kiss or be intimate,” Cynthia whispered back. “It makes people feel very close—the hands are really a pretty erogenous organ, actually.”
Three minutes passed, and Rhonda spoke again. “Now, with your eyes still closed, tell your partner something about what you noticed about them; boys go first. What did you notice about the girl whose hands you are holding? What she’s wearing, about her hair, how her hands feel ... No peeking! ... Next, it’s the girls’ turn now.”
After a few minutes, Cynthia picked up the instructions. “Okay, now that everyone is an old friend...” Laughter. “ ... let me introduce Kevin and Denise, they’re seniors here, and will help us with some of the things we’ll be doing. They’re going to sit on the mat here and I want you guys to copy how they’re sitting.”
Kevin and Denise sat facing each other, cross-legged, knees touching.
Roger now spoke. “Now, people, watch how they’re placing their arms. Hands on your friend’s shoulders and arms touching along their lengths. Sit closer if you need to. Close your eyes and listen to your friend’s breathing for a minute ... Now, without opening your eyes, I want each boy to tell his new friend what he thinks the scariest part of high school will be. You can whisper, and even though I know that there’s nothing that can really scare a boy, right?” Giggles. “ ... that there’s something about high school that has you, well, just a bit concerned, okay? Girls, remember, this is a secret, okay?”
“Yeah...” “Sure.” “Whatever...” were heard.
Cynthia continued, “Okay, girls, tell your friend something to make him feel better, more confident, how you can help him, or why he shouldn’t be concerned ... Good, now switch roles and girls, tell your friend about something about high school that you might find scarey ... And boys, now, tell her how you can help her.”
The session continued, with the touching contact between the students getting increasingly intimate; finally, the girls were sitting between the boys’ legs, their backs resting against the boys’ chests and heads leaning together, while they held each other’s hands and were asked to whisper to each other the happiest thing that ever happened to them.
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Everyone began to disentangle themselves from their lovers, bodies sliding against each other, as the various couples tried to sit up. The four older couples glanced at the younger ones, and then averting their eyes in embarrassment, collected themselves and quickly made for the door. The three younger couples watched them leave, bemused. “Aahhh, that was so incredible,” signed Ayame. “My pussy still tingles. Ooohh! I’m leaking! Roger, bad boy! Oohh, get wipes!” Denise had already scurried...
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When Cynthia got back to the apartment after basketball practice late that afternoon, she discovered Tom and Roger hard at work sifting through the Program website forum posts, categorizing the kinds of descriptions of kids' reported adverse effects and copying the results to their own database files on the Polytech server. "Wow, why all that frantic activity? That stuff'll be there; there's no need to get it copied off..." she began. Roger looked up. "We've got a possible problem...
The siblings returned to the main office to get a pass and Davis popped out of his office, astounded to hear their voices in the outer room. “It’s you! What happened to them...” “It’s okay, Mr Davis. No one got hurt. Some MPs came by and suggested that they leave and not return,” Cynthia said, trying to stifle a grin. “We just need another late pass.” “Please come in, the two of you. We need to talk.” “You’re not going to go into that ‘you need to be in the Program’ argument again, I...
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Very early Thursday morning, Roger left for swimming practice. He found that he actually enjoyed the hard work because it gave him a chance to forget about the problems that the Program week was causing and he could use his frustrations to push himself physically. The coach had them doing eight sets of 25-yard wind sprints followed by 200 yards of freestyle, and then repeating the wind sprints with backstroke, and finally breaststroke. It was a pretty grueling practice session. It was a very...
The remaining days of the week passed normally; nothing happened in school that involved the Program. The news reports about the raid on the kidnapers revealed some additional details, but none that the Denisons hadn’t learned. Journalists had uncovered the fact that drugs had been used on the captured teens and that information alone was the source of a considerable amount of additional anti-Program sentiment. The Denisons had made a few more forum contacts and heard mixed messages about a...
The next morning, Ayame was the first to awaken and as she lay there thinking about the previous evening, she reached down and began to idly caress Roger's cock, which was exhibiting its typical morning stiffness. Then, with a sigh of lust renewed, she slurped it into her mouth. Roger woke under the onslaught of the intense feelings Ayame's mouth was producing. It didn't take very long before Roger was filling her mouth with his love juices and Ayame fell into his embrace as they kissed...
Tuesday turned out to be a normal day at school; Kevin and Denise were relieved that they were not called to the office during the day. They found out that only two students from the week's chosen Program group had been persuaded to participate, but when they arrived at the school's front entrance to get dressed after school on Monday and saw that they were the only students participating, they vowed not to continue. So as of Tuesday morning there wasn't anyone participating in the...
They entered the room where the class was meeting. It was filled with mats arranged in a circle ringing a mat in the center and many pillows were strewn around, covering the mats. There was a fireplace with a fire going and the room was comfortably warm; there were numerous candles flickering around the room and the scent of incense filled the air. A gentle oriental melody completed the room’s ambience. Four more couples arrived; they were in their forties, the kids figured. Then another...
Early the following day, Kevin went to the pool with Roger. When they arrived and walked out onto the deck, there was a bunch of kids milling around and talking to a teacher. Roger walked up. “All right, everyone—what gives? You need to get suited up, we’ve gotta start.” he called. The teacher walked up. “That’s the point, Roger. Mr Winters—the new assistant principal—is making some changes in the high-school sports rules. He wants gym classes and the teams to be working naked, said it’s...
Cynthia was asleep and dreaming. In her dream she found herself lying in bed with her boyfriend. She was spooned against his back with her breasts mashed against his back. She dreamed that he was licking her pussy and asshole. Her brain was in a fog and it eventually figured out the impossibility of her boyfriend licking her with her lying with him as she was. That's when she woke up and found that it wasn't a dream. She was in fact laying in the middle of a King size bed spooned against...
On Monday, Kevin rode with Roger for early-morning swim practice; Kevin was spending much of his practice time building his endurance with wind sprints and improving his breast stroke. The first competitions were not to begin until December and Kevin hadn't yet decided whether he wanted to compete. "You can decide last minute, you know," Roger had told him. "You are making steady improvement, you know. Say, if your times on freestyle and back consistently reach number three, I'll be...
As Tom had predicted, Friday morning’s practice session was fairly light and the team was dismissed so that they could get to the assembly on time. Roger and Tom walked to the lobby in front of the assembly doors and tried to locate the girls, which they did after a few minutes of searching. They entered the auditorium, gave their names to the teacher at the door, and found some seats together. When the bell rang, Mr Davis walked onto the stage carrying a microphone and the hum in the room...
Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
Four unhappy women climbed into the van to head back to Raleigh. Although it would be a long day, it would be nothing compared to Charles' trip. In the mirror, I noticed Alyssa crying quietly. I said, "Alyssa, are you having a hard time?" "Yes. I didn't want him to go. I'm scared." "We all are, sweetheart. It's okay to cry. I certainly have and I think your mother is still a little damp." "What are we going to do? He did everything around the house. We can't even go bike...
Cynthia woke up before most of the people in the storm shelter. She had slept quite well and considering how much she hated sleeping anywhere other than a bed; it was a small miracle that she had slept at all. The worst of the storm seemed to have passed, the wind had died down and a steady rain was all that remained of the retreating storm.Cynthia was pleased that she could hear light snoring coming from Jason confirming that he was still asleep. She needed some time to just think with no...
First TimeCynthia Palmer?s New Live Cynthia Palmer?s New LifeBy redlegtiger Note for Karen and Michelle Sad Story fans.? This story is set about ten years before the beginning of Karen?s story.? Marta has just inherited a fortune from her dead mother and has recently purchased a kennel and surrounding land that was for sell.? She became good friends with the previous owner who sponsored her into the Coch Slaver?s organization.? Marta is just beginning her odyssey as a dominatrix and mistress...
by mypenname3000 Copyright 2013 The Devil's Pact Side Story: Cynthia and Vivian's First Webcast Note: This takes place between Chapter 19 and Chapter 20. Follows the characters of Cynthia and Vivian from Chapter 1. “I think we're set, Viv,” Cynthia said as she fiddled with the webcam, aiming it at our bed. A long cable connected the webcam to my laptop, I didn't know what it was called, but the Geek Squad member assured me it was the cable we needed. “How does it look?” I was...
Cynthia was standing at the kitchen sink cleaning up after a Thanksgiving Dinner. As she washed the dishes by hand, she looked out to the dog house and watched as Julie and Teddy cavorted and played around in the yard. She thought back to the slow but complete transformation that the beautiful German girl had made. She remembered those first few days of Julia's training after her night in the bar. Julia had been totally devastated by what had happened to her. When they got her home, she...
Hi all, this is my first story in ISS. Some of you might find it a little long. Please be patient first, a few words about me and my family My name is Ryan Pinto. Basically we are from Goa, but at present, I stay in Greater Kailash, New Delhi with my family which comprises of me, my parents and my elder sister Cynthia. My dad has his own software company which he started in 2008. My mom is a journalist in one of the leading newspapers in the country. I and my sister are both students of...
Incest“We’re in the area where Harriet should be,” Sid said standing up in his stirrups. He looked around the plain without seeing any sign of her. “The grass is pretty tall. She could be sitting down and we’d never see her,” Cynthia said with a worried frown. Her butt hurt from riding so much, but she wasn’t going to complain. Saving the Damsel had become very important to her, and she wasn’t going to be the weak link. “I’m not looking for her. I’m looking to see if there’s some sort of trail...
Tom Pierce and I compared notes about our trip home. Mine was only a little over a half mile after he dropped me off at the gated community, but I made it sound more grueling than his fifteen miles. I told him about the snowdrifts, how I'd had to knock on three doors before Margaret let me in, and that I'd not ventured out of the house again until that morning when I drove Cynthia to work. What I didn't tell him was how it felt to have Cynthia sleep on top of me, how sensitive her breasts...
Almost afraid to touch her, Cynthia poked Sally with a single finger. At least the flesh was still warm. Awed by what she had seen, she looked up at Sid and asked, “Is she alive?” “Yes,” Sid answered with a chuckle. Cynthia had never imagined that anyone could respond so strongly to sex. From the first moment that Sid had touched Sally, the woman had been moaning and thrashing around in the throes of ecstasy. It had been phenomenal. Frowning, she asked, “Will she be okay?” “Yes,” Sid...
This is written in honor of Cynthia @cair4.com Unfortunately, she has disappeared from the web, but she left me with a good feeling about her, and also about me. I was driving from Leadville to Aspen through Independence Pass in a rented black Mercedes Benz. The top was down, and I was enjoying the crisp fall air as the narrow road climbed and twisted toward the summit of the pass. In the valley below me was a chain of beaver ponds that sparkled like an emerald necklace. The leaves of...
Saturday, we studied hard, sometimes together. Then, she went to the hairdresser to get ready. We showed up at the apartment with plenty of time to shower and get ready for the dinner-dance. After greeting me, she said, "I want you to dress and go talk to Laura while I dress. I can't stand to see you impatient or nervous. I'll call you when I'm ready." "Your hair is something to see. I also see your nails. Wow. I'll call Laura to see if it's okay." "Thank you. No need to call her....
As they rode towards town, Sid wondered how he was going to survive living with three such highly sexed women, once he returned to Crossroads. Harriet Librarian was on the verge of a sexual frenzy the likes of which he couldn’t even imagine. Cynthia had turned insatiable. He knew that Sally would want her turn with him, too. He hoped that he would survive that much attention. Harriet turned to Cynthia and asked, “What are you going to do after this adventure is over?” Riding beside the...
Dressed in a translucent gown, Cynthia stood outside the room listening to Harriet’s screams. The noises had started almost immediately upon Sid’s arrival to the room and didn’t seem to be coming to an end. She looked over at Sally and asked, “Is she going to be okay?” “She’s going to be fine. It sounds like she’s got a hair trigger,” Sally said with a smile. “If you say so,” Cynthia said walking over to the couch. She sat down able to hear the sounds just as easily from there. “You’re...
Cynthia Palmer felt betrayed. She had already been raped by two dogs at the hands of two thugs. She thought that she was alone in the world and when she saw her mother she was so excited that she almost forgot how she got there and that she was walking naked with a leash and collar that was being pulled by a guy that had made her screw dogs. Having her mom back made her so excited she wanted to hug her and never let go. She told her mom briefly how she thought she was dead and that she loved...
Note: Takes place between Chapter 19 and Chapter 20. Follows the characters of Cynthia and Vivian from Chapter 1. "I think we're set, Viv," Cynthia said as she fiddled with the webcam, aiming it at our bed. A long cable connected the webcam to my laptop, I didn't know what it was called, but the Geek Squad member assured me it was the cable we needed. "How does it look?" I was sitting on the bed, my laptop before me. The cable worked. The image showed our entire bed and me in my white...
Stepping out of the bank, Cynthia said, “Oh, God! What is that smell?” Smiling at the look of disgust on her face, Sid answered, “That smell is humanity at its unwashed best.” “It is horrible!,” Cynthia said holding her nose. The stench was nearly enough to bring tears to her eyes. “You’ll get used to it. Besides, once we leave town, we’ll leave the smell behind,” Sid said looking around to get his bearings. He spotted the stable at the end of the street. He said, “We’ll go to the stable...
Cynthia was mostly described by her friends and her teachers as "The best little girl you ever did see!" She was probably the brightest 16 year old student the New Delhi Girl's Academy ever had under their tutorledge. Her Father was a recently retired Colonel in the employ of the Golden Star Trading Company headquartered in Calcutta and Istanbul. Her Mother was unfortunately a victim of the typhoid epidemic that swept the coastal regions of India almost a decade prior. In less than a year,...
I was touring Delhi sometime back on work and as usual stayed at my classmates’ house who was a doctor with a famous hospital there. He had a lovely wife who looked younger and more curvy each time I met her. It amazed me always as to how was she able to maintain a perfect body. I used to jerk off thinking of Cynthia each time I spent the night at their house. This time too, I reached there and went to my usual room for the night. David ( Cynthia’s husband) told me that he has an emergency to...
I had planned on going down to Florida for about three months. About three weeks before I was supposed to leave, my present girlfriend, Sofia, asked me to do her a big favor. She said that her mother wanted to go and see her sister who also lived down in Florida. Rather than let her take the bus which would have made it a very long ride, her mother didn’t like to fly, could I let her ride down with me. Sofia and I had been friends for two years and sexual partners for about 7 months. We worked...
They both ate the popovers, neither having tasted them before. A woman from Maine had taught me to make them, among other goodies. Cynthia said, "Damn, Charles, I'm glad you don't make these all the time. I'd never stop eating them." "Good. I won't make them often, but this is a celebration. It's too early for champagne, although I could have made mimosas." Laura said, "No. Coffee's fine. This is a celebration. I hope everyone feels as good as I do." We agreed that the night...