*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Ch 1
The 2005 yearbook of St. Thomas Aquinas has the usual groups of photographs; graduating seniors, the other classes, faculty, sports and intramural clubs.
In the rear of the book are the various photographs of slices of life at St. Thomas Aquinas for the School year of 2004-2005.
One page is titled 'Crutches, braces and casts.' Kaitlin Monroe, broken arm in cast and sling, is the first photograph. More than one male developed an erection looking at this photograph; the strap of the sling drapes itself between Kaitlin's massive breasts and also stretches the white cotton blouse even tighter across her chest.
There is also a rare photograph of Elise Simone; she was more often behind the camera, instead of in front of it. She and Kelli Mouton and Rayne Sneed are standing, arms over each others' shoulders, all three smiling in exaggerated fashion, prominently displaying their bulky orthodontic braces.
At the bottom of the page is a photograph of Becky Trahan. It must have been a long day for the twenty year old girl; she is sound asleep in her wheelchair, head lolled back, mouth open in a silent snore, as Gretchen Dunbar pushes her across the parking lot toward the busses.
"Elise, get out of here!" Gretchen laughed as Elise Simone popped up, Yearbook staff camera in hand. "You know she'll kill you if take a picture of her like that!"
"Uh huh," Elise said and snapped two quick shots of her friends, then ran off before Gretchen could give chase.
Xxxx
Alicia Thibodaux Dunbar tightened her lips as her step-daughter sullenly pushed the scrambled eggs around on the plate.
"If you don't want to eat the damned things, don't," Alicia finally snapped.
"Bye," Gretchen snapped back and grabbed her backpack off the counter.
"Do my God damned best put a roof over your head, make sure you don't starve to death, no 'thank you,' no 'kiss my ass,' no nothing," she muttered.
"Okay. Kiss my ass," Gretchen chirped out brightly before slamming the door of the trailer she and her stop-mother lived in.
"God damned fucking smart ass bitch," Alicia screamed.
She had met Richard Dunbar on βline; the two shared a passion for Zydeco music and dancing. The fact that he lived in Brooklyn, New York and Alicia in Bender, Louisiana meant that their contact with each other was limited to instant messaging, on-line chats. They e-mailed each other photographs and Alicia drooled over his; he was a fireman, looking splendid in his uniform.
According to his profile, he was a thirty six year old single dad, raising a thirteen year old daughter. His ex-wife was nowhere to be found; she'd left for work one morning and never returned.
"I'd never leave you," the thirty eight year old Alicia wrote.
"It's not so much me, it's our daughter," Richard lamented in reply. "It's what it's done to her that bothers me. I can find another wife; finding a mom is a whole other ball game."
"Is she as wonderful as you?" Alicia replied.
The school picture that Richard e-mailed showed a piggish looking girl. She obviously took after her father, having his bulbous nose, thin lips, and small, flat brown eyes. She also had his blonde hair and cut her hair nearly as short as Richard did.
Xxxx
By the time Alicia arrived in New York, she was madly, hopelessly head over heels in love with Richard. Gretchen was surly, despondent, and angry that someone else was taking the affection of the man she admired and loved. Alicia quickly saw that she was fighting a losing battle, trying to win the girl over, so she quit trying and focused her attention on Richard.
Richard and Alicia married in a civil ceremony on August 11, 2001 and enjoyed a brief honeymoon in Niagara Falls, New York, before settling down to domestic bliss.
"You're not my mom," Gretchen shrilled at the woman.
"And thank God for that," Alicia shrilled back.
Richard Dunbar and six others of his firehouse died September 11 when the towers came down.
Step-mother and step-daughter numbly packed up their belongings and moved back to Bender, Louisiana.
"Why I got to live in this hick town?" Gretchen demanded.
"Believe me, if I knew where your mother was..." Alicia said through tightly clenched teeth.
Xxxx
"I am so truly sorry for your loss," Brother Dominick said to the sullen girl as step-mother and step-daughter sat in his office, trying to get her into class, even though the school year had already been in session for six weeks.
"Thanks," Gretchen said, sensing the man's sincerity. "So, um, if you a brother, that makes you kind of like a father, right?"
"Brothers or monks are a separate order from priests," Brother Dominick smiled at Alicia's obvious embarrassment.
"I think I'll like it here," Gretchen said to Alicia, a rare moment of agreement passing between the two.
"Good, good," Alicia said, happy. "I loved it here when I went here and Brother Dominick's a whole lot nicer than Brother Francis ever was."
The good feeling, the closeness continued for the rest of the day when step-mother and step-daughter went and bought the school uniform. Until Alicia pointed out that they would need to get Gretchen the appropriate undergarments.
"I hate bras," Gretchen complained. "I ain't got no boobs anyway, why I got to wear them?"
"Boobs or not, your nipples are quite visible in that blouse," Alicia said through pursed lips.
"I'll wear a tank, or one of those camisoles," Gretchen offered.
"Fine, fine, what ever," Alicia agreed, tired of fighting, wanting the camaraderie they had been enjoying earlier.
Xxxx
The eighteen year old now had boobs, but still balked at wearing a bra. She now preferred the attention her bra-less breasts received, giggling and gasping as her schoolmates grabbed and mauled her breasts and her often panty-less rear and crotch as well.
She really didn't like the sex, didn't enjoy the sex, but saw it as the only way she could get any attention out of the males at St. Thomas Aquinas.
xxxx
Becky Trahan was her cover; Becky's step-dad and step-brother both worked the midnight to eight shifts at the Bender mattress factory, leaving the girl at home alone.
Becky's Ataxia had advanced to the point that the girl was largely confined to her wheelchair or bed. Seeking treatment for her ataxia had kept her out of school for two years, which is why the girl was two years older than her peers.
Gretchen would claim she was staying at Becky's house to care for her. She would have her dates pick her up at Becky's house, drive her out to the Basin where they'd fuck, then she'd have them drop her off at Becky's house.
She and Becky would stay up late, giggling and laughing at Gretchen's description of her sexual escapades. Then they'd fall asleep in Becky's large bed. Gretchen wouldn't admit it, but she felt safe, secure in Becky's bed, with the rails along the sides, keeping both girls safe and sound, safe from falling out.
It was a shame, Gretchen surmised, that none of the guys would ever look at Becky twice. She was so pretty, and so funny, and so smart. But she had a neuromuscular disease that had robbed her of the ability to walk and was slowly robbing her of her other abilities as well. Her speech was horribly slurred and shaky and she often had trouble feeding herself.
Ch 2
The night Richard Boudreaux had taken her out; she had felt a small spark of something inside. He didn't just drive her straight to the Basin; he took her to A Touch of Sicily for pizza first. He was cute enough, with his sandy blonde hair and strong face. He didn't even flinch at holding her hand and she definitely felt that spark with him.
But it quickly disappeared when he demanded anal sex. Gretchen had never had anal sex but knew that it probably hurt. A lot. A guy's cock was big enough when it battered into her dry pussy; it certainly would hurt battering into her rectum.
Then he said it out loud, what every one in school felt but none had been grown up enough to admit it. He told her she was ugly, that he didn't want to look at her face while they fucked, that she was nothing but a hole for him to throw his load into.
She was so upset that she didn't even bother to have him drop her off at Becky's house, had him bring her straight home to the trailer she and Alicia lived in. She couldn't face Becky, couldn't look at those deep green eyes that pretty smile. She felt miserable, and wanted to wallow in her misery for a while.
"My, you're home early," Alicia said bitingly.
If Gretchen thought Alicia did not know that Becky was just a cover for her whoring around, Gretchen was mistaken. Bender was a small town and the St. Thomas Aquinas community was smaller still. Alicia had put her step-daughter on birth control pills the moment they'd moved back to Bender and Alicia was more fanatical about Gretchen taking the little pill than she was about taking the pill herself.
"God, for whatever reason, you decided to put that girl in my life, but I'll be damned if I'm going to take her AND a screaming brat too," Alicia would mutter to herself as she doled out the pill,
"Uh huh," Gretchen sullenly sniffed and slammed the door to her bedroom.
A moment later, Gretchen's music, came blaring through the thin veneer walls of the trailer.
"Turn that shit off!" Alicia demanded, which only made Gretchen turn it up louder.