*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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Chapter 1
Britney Wertmuller, the pretty eighteen-year-old blonde, had been dreaming of this night almost all of her teenage life. Ever since Jack Rogers strolled into their ninth grade classroom.
But he had locked eyes with Mindy Laporte and they'd been exclusive ever since. So Britney contented herself with for confessing her feelings to Tiffany, her twin sister, and lusting and pining in secret.
She'd even spied on the handsome quarterback and the skinny cheerleader as they made love in the back seat of Jack's car. She watched as Mindy locked her bone thin legs around Jack's waist and urged him to drive deeper, fuck her harder.
"Come on, you pervert," Tiffany hissed and pulled Britney back to their car.
Leaning against their car, Tiffany flirted with most of the males, and Britney ignored them. She wanted Jack.
Mindy had gotten herself expelled from DeGarde High School, along with Peggy Morrison and Grace Breaux. Britney turned up the charm, turned up the heat. Still, she had to walk right up to Jack and flirt outrageously before he noticed.
Most of the students noticed Tiffany and Britney Wertmuller. They had almost white-blonde shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, snub noses and dazzling smiles. Both twins stood five foot six and both twins had thirty-six C breasts, twenty-eight inch waists, and thirty-two inch hips. Their legs were long and muscular and tanned, which both girls showed off in short skirts or short shorts as often as they could. Even when the weather was too cold for shorts, they wore leggings to emphasize their long legs.
Britney dressed carefully for this date; dressing was a science. She didn't want to look too eager, too easy, but at the same time she didn't want to dress like, like that little oddball Mary Farmer either.
Finally, she selected a white silk blouse and a short plaid skirt. White knee socks and canvas tennis shoes completed the 'schoolgirl' look. She teased her blonde hair slightly, put on some pink lipstick, then went downstairs and waited.
Jack was nearly an hour late, was arrogant, almost rude to her father and a little too attentive to her mother. He'd not made any plans and made her wait out in the car while he ran inside the Morrison home to buy a couple of joints from Fred.
"Yeah, used to not have to pay nothing for a couple of these," he said and looked pointedly at Britney. "Let Mindy fuck him, he'd give us three or four of these, know what I'm saying?"
Britney looked at him in shock; was he suggesting that the let the fat, pimple faced, greasy looking Fred Morrison fuck her, just for ten dollars worth of weed?
She refused the joint when Jack passed it to her. She rolled down the car window to let the foul smelling smoke out of the car.
"Roll that up, you a fucking idiot?" Jack yelled. "God damn, think I want anyone smelling this shit?"
He pulled up in front of Delphy's Diner and made her wait until he finished smoking the joint. Then he got out of the car, leaving her to get her own door.
Once inside, he spotted Tank Kowalski and sauntered over. He did not seem to notice that Tank wasn't all that happy to see them.
Britney looked at Holy Mary and felt a pang of jealousy. She could read the girl's face, could read the happiness and excitement Mary had. Mary was out on a date with the man of her dreams.
Britney looked at Jack. She too was out on a date with the man of her dreams, but was not having any fun at all. She was embarrassed, especially when Jack succeeded in getting them thrown out of Delphy's Diner. She could see one of Daddy's managers and knew that Daddy would hear about this.
"Fucking believe that shit?" Jack yelled, angry and stoned. "Fucking tell me to leave, what's that all about, huh?"
"Look Jack, maybe we should forget this," Britney offered.
"I got the munchies, know what I'm saying?" Jack said and pulled up into the drive-through of Taco Bell.
"Look, Jack, just take me home, okay?" Britney asked.
"You want a taco?" Jack asked.
"No, Jack, I can't stand Taco Bell," Britney said, close to tears.
Jack ignored her and ordered a couple of tacos and some nachos. Britney wanted to vomit; the greasy smell of the food and the stale smell of the marijuana had her stomach lurching.
"Be careful of what you pray for," she thought. "You just might get it."
From there, he pulled up to Early's Grocery store; it was a well-known secret that Early's did not ask for identification. If you looked old enough to buy it, they sold you the beer. He left her in the car while he ran inside.
Britney looked over at the large car that eased up to the edge of the sidewalk and grimaced. It was that geek, Oscar Coutre. The last thing she wanted was for that loser to see her out on such a miserable date.
When they were younger, they used to call him 'Oscar the Grouch' after that Sesame Street character. As they grew older, it got changed to 'Oscar the Geek.'
She looked away as he got out of the car and tripped over the ledge of the sidewalk. Oscar had very large feet that seemed to get in his way a lot.
She looked back at the car and saw an older man sitting in the passenger seat. Obviously the man was Oscar's dad; the looked a lot alike; same bad haircut, same goofy smile. She wondered why the man was wearing sunglasses on such a cloudy day.
"Want one?" Jack offered her a beer.
"No, Jack, please, please just take me home," Britney asked.
Jack ignored her and drank two of the beers in rapid succession. Britney wanted to scream in frustration as they pulled up to Huvall's Levee; the local make-out spot in DeGarde.
"Sure you don't want any?" Jack asked as he shoved the food into his mouth.
"No, Jack!" she screamed. "No! All right? I just want to go home!"
"Fuck that," he spat, angered by her outburst. "Act all fucking hot and wanting to fuck and shit and now want to be a little fucking tease? I don't think so."
She stared at him, stunned, as he threw the nachos into her face. Melted cheese and tomatoes and sour cream stuck to her face and hair and silk blouse.
"No, Jack, please!" she screamed as he grabbed her breast.
She felt her nose bone break as he slapped her and clawed out with her fingernails like her Daddy had taught her to do when she felt threatened. She certainly felt threatened now.
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Thomas saw Jack's car rocking slightly and drove a little further down, to give them some privacy and to give he and Mary some privacy.
Afterward, he saw that Jack's car was gone.
Chapter 2
Monday morning, all of DeGarde High School was abuzz with the news that Jack Rogers had been arrested for the rape of Brittany Wertmuller.
"You're kidding me," John Ridgelow cried out. "That bitch was all over him! If anyone was raped, it was Jack!"
Mary felt horrible. She had seen Britney moments before the rape. Had she been more receptive, friendlier when she and Jack intruded on their date, instead of just wanting to be alone with Thomas, maybe Britney would not have been raped.
She had heard that rape, even though it was very similar to sex, wasn't really about sex.
"I am a horrible sinner," Mary told Thomas as they ate their lunch, seated underneath their oak tree.
"How?" Thomas asked.
He was getting used to these declarations from Mary.
"If I had invited them to join us, maybe Jack would have preserved Britney's purity," Mary said.
"Baby, I'm the one that told Jack we were out on a date," Thomas reminded her.
"God, I love when you call me 'Baby,'" Mary sighed. "But don't change the subject. I need to atone for the sin of selfishness.
Thomas couldn't help it; he began to get an erection. Mary had some pretty weird ideas about sin, and atonement; her weird ideas seemed to benefit him.
"How?" he managed to choke out.
"I do not know," Mary admitted. "Oh, Thomas! I don't know! I don't want to lose my chastity; that should be for our wedding night! But I have to do something!"
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