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« Reply #630 on: November 10, 2011, 09:09:43 AM »
    Angie was too much of a ditz to look down and see Hal's arm. Instead, she ran towards the door screaming "AHH !!! A GHOST !!!".  She then proceeded to bust through the door and run down the hall with only her socks on. Norton and Hal both went limp in record time. If it weren't for their boners, they would have pissed themselves. The two greasers could hear the laughter of the girls as they saw Angie streak by.  A few moments later, the alarmed voice of Ms. Peabody sounded. "What is the meaning of this?!", she shouted as Angie ran by, her knockers flapping all over the place. "Young lady, what do you think this is? A hoochie house?!".

Angie managed to stop running, and as she did so, realized she had just ran down the hall naked and quickly covered herself with her hands while crossing her legs. "It was a GHOST !!! There was a ghost in my room !! It grabbed my leg !!".  Ms. Peabody just stared at her, half in concern and half in disgust. "Why don't you cover up and go sleep with Christy tonight ?", the hall monitor suggested.

 Hal slithered out from under the bed, Norton opened the door of the closet just a crack. "Shit, man. That was a close one !", said Hal.

"Yeah, no thanks to you! What the fuck were you thinking ?", asked Norton.

"I...I dunno.", replied Hal blankly. The Image of Angie’s bouncing boobs floated in his mind like something from a dream.

The whole performance put on by Angie reared inside Norton's head for a moment. He began to chuckle at the idea of a naked chick running down the hall screaming, tits-a-bouncing. He had an idea. "Hey man, what do say about making these girls think there is a ghost in here ?  Maybe we could scare the building empty. That would give us time to search for our little treasures."

"Oh man, that is the best idea I have ever heard !", replied Hal. he got a shit-eating grin on his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some rubber band balls, little miniature versions of the one Jimmy had. Apparently Jimmy's idea had caught on. Hal eyed the little rubber balls in pure excitement. Suddenly, a wet spot formed on his khakis. He finally creamed himself.
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« Reply #631 on: November 10, 2011, 10:17:30 PM »
 Hal and Norton knew they would have to migrate to another room. While they wanted to see what kind of goods Angie had in her room, there were not enough places to hide. Hal told Norton to take a look out the open door to see if the coast was clear. The black greaser cautiously peered out the doorway, ready to jump back in at a moment's notice. Norton was happy to see that there was nobody in the hall. Ms. Peabody must have taken Angie upstairs and dispersed the crowd of girls. "Hey man, it's all set!", signaled Norton.  The two boys made there way out the door and into the hall. They figured their best bet would be upstairs, there were more rooms up there.  Before leaving, Hal snatched Angie’s panties off the floor and stuffed them in his back pocket.

 Hal and Norton crept up the stairs slowly, keeping ever vigilant for any signs of unwanted attention. When they reached the top, the saw the hall monitor all the way at the end of the hall. The sounds of Angie's cries came from the bathroom nearby. The boys made a hasty movement across the hall and into the first room they could see. There in front of them, the first thing they saw, was a pair of beds and two, count 'em TWO closets. They knew right away that this room would be perfect for the time being. Hal made his way over to the dresser while Norton closed the door. Being the moron he is, he failed to lock the door....again. After closing the door, he wandered over to a nightstand and began searching the various drawers.

Hal carefully opened the drawer of the dresser so that no noise would be made. What greeted him inside was exactly what they came here for. Panties. Not just any panties, really sexy panties, skimpy, lacy, just perfect. "Jackpot!", said Hal with a smile. Norton stopped what he was doing and came right over, his member instantly springing up like it did earlier. Had it not been attached to his body, it would have blasted off like a rocket and slammed into the ceiling. The two greasers pulled pair after pair of sexy underwear out of the drawer, pocketing a few here and there for themselves. A few layers of panties down, Hal found something. It was a little locket. Inside the locket was a picture of Tony. Hal knew right away who must own these lovely pieces of clothing. Just to add "injury to insult", Hal raised his arm to throw the locket in hopes of wrecking it. "Hey man, what the hell are you doing!?", asked Norton frantically. "You can't do that, Karen will get pissed! I mean, she'll be pissed when she finds out someone broke into her room and took her underwear, but if anything happens to that, she'll probably hunt us down or something. At least the panties thing will blow over if we lay low."  Hal saw Norton's point and gently put the locket down where he found it.

    After pulling out a few more pairs, Hal noticed a distinct change in the contents of the drawer. The panties seemed to change here. Hal pulled out a pair of this different underwear and noticed it had cartoony designs on it. The others were very similar. Norton saw this too and let out a chuckle. "Heh, these must be the panties she had before she met Tony!" The two boys could barely contain themselves. They actually rolled on the floor laughing, clutching at their ribs in pleasurable pain.
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« Reply #632 on: November 11, 2011, 11:32:49 AM »
    After laughing for a good few minutes, Hal and Norton decided they would pocket a few more of the panties. As they wrapped up, they could hear footsteps coming down the hall. "Quick! Into the closets!", Hal whispered. Both Greasers crammed into one of the tall closets and shut the door. "You be good now, girls.", warned Ms. Peabody as she made her way towards the stairs. When she was gone, the boys emerged from their hiding places. Norton told Hal that it was time they moved on to another room. They quietly moved into the hall and found the next door to be closed. "Aww, we better move on.", said Hal. Norton wasn't so ready though, he put out his hand to stop his friend. "Wait, man, I got an idea", he said. Norton reached into his pocket and pulled out a mirror. Crouching down, he slid it under the door and positioned it. "You see that? Empty.", Norton said. The black Greaser gently turned the door knob and they both slid inside. The room was uniformly one color, pink. "This must be Pinky's room!", said Hal. Norton turned and gave Hal a look that said "No shit, sherlock" and the pair walked over to the dresser to begin extracting the goods. As they opened the door, a soft thump came from the closet behind them. "What the fuck is dat?", asked Norton. Both boys stood up and marched over to the closet, Hal put his fingers up and counted down with them. On three, Hal opened the door with Norton ready to lay out a punch. As the door opened, what greeted them from inside surprised them. THUD! A half-naked Constantinos came tumbling out onto the floor, his hand still gripped on his schlong. All he was wearing was a pair of pink panties, another pair on his head, his pants around his ankles. "Oh my God!", shouted Norton as Constantinos came-to and grimaced at the Greasers. From downstairs came the voice of Ms. Peabody the hall monitor. "I hear something that concerns me!" Followed by the sound of feet on the stairs. Hal and Norton froze, trying to figure out what they should do, there was only one closet and it was likely full of cum by now. Constantinos jumped up and attempted to flee. Without looking where he wa going, his foot landed right in a trash can and he tumbled to the floor in the hallway. Ms. Peabody must have seen him, because from out in the hall came her voice. "YOU are going to the PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!", she shouted. Soon after came the sound of CLUNK-CLUNK-CLUNK as Constantinos ran away, the trash can still on his leg.

    "I think it's time we get outta here!", yelled Norton and the two boys ran out into the hall and too the last door on the left. They came to the room which lead to the attic. Hal and Norton wasted no time in climbing the stairs.

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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #633 on: November 12, 2011, 06:38:33 AM »
The boys gained the top of the stairs, and the more athletic Norton began streaking across the dusty floor towards the far opening, an old large vent hole the size of a small window.  The vent had long ago fell out and had never been replaced.  On that side of the building, a trellis reached up to nearly the top from the outside.  It was, in fact, the way Jimmy Hopkins and a few others had snuck into the Girl’s Dorm from time to time in the past.  However, the trellis was growing rickety with age, and Norton had serious doubts if it would support his weight.  Having gained the opening, he hesitated.  It was more than two stories down.

Norton looked back to see what had happened to Hal.  Puffing and panting because he was out of shape, Hal was only halfway across the attic and slowing down.  Just as he staggered to a stop to catch his breath, a pounding came from the direction of the steps.  The figure of Ms. Phillips appeared, followed by the Librarian, Mrs. Carvin.  Both women often served as extra hall monitors after the school day was done.  Today, though, they had shown up at the wrong time for Hal.

Hal Panicked.  He couldn’t be caught with all these panties on him, they would ship him off to that sex addiction clinic where Earnest had gotten hauled off to.  He’d heard stories of how they attached electrodes to a person’s genitals and zapped them every time you got a boner. That just wouldn’t do for Hal at all, no sir.  He didn’t want his parts melted.

Hal struggled to run, but the best he could do was a slow walk. The women were gaining fast.  Hal’s meager mind swirled with desperation.  Then he remembered the tiny Rubberband Balls.

Norton had waited long enough.  It was every man for himself.  Besides, he knew the rickety trellis would never hold the combined weight of Hal and himself.  With a short prayer to the Greaser God Fonzie, he stepped carefully onto the trellis and began to climb down.
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« Reply #634 on: November 12, 2011, 07:54:17 AM »
“What are you doing here ?” said Ms. Phillips as she came closer.  “You know you’re not supposed to be here !!”

“You can get SHOT for Trespassing !”, Mrs. Carvin spouted, waving what looked like a broom over her head.

Hal frantically reached into his pocket to get the Rubberband Balls, but they were stuffed with panties.  He clawed them out of the way and grabbed a couple of the balls.  With all his might, he threw them at the approaching women.

Hal had gotten into the habit of picking up those little rubber bands laying around whenever he could find them over the past school year.  He had seen the destructive power of the large Rubberband Ball that Jimmy possessed last year, and wanted one too.  He had also heard stories that the Nerds had one too, and had used it against the Townies during the aborted school takeover at Easter.  But the pickings were slim these days on the rubber bands.  Years of students making them had just about dried up all the loose ones available about the school and towns.  Hal had wound up with only a large handful after months of picking them up.  Since he didn’t have near enough to make a large one, Hal wound a few small ones, not even as big as a Golf Ball.  But he had tested them out at the Autoshop one night, and the little suckers were almost as good.  If they didn’t knock somebody out, they would sure give them a major headache.

The first ball caught Ms. Phillips in the stomach.  “Ohhhh !!!  How Could You ??”, she screamed, as she dropped to the floor practically in front of Hal.  The second ball missed the still-approaching Ms. Carvin, and she raised her broom to whack Hal in the head.

The small Ribberband Balls acted just like their big brother counterparts.  The one that had missed Mrs. Carvin bounced off the far attic wall and shot forward with great force, taking a couple of big hops before plowing squarely into the back of Mrs. Carvin’s skull, knocking her face down on the musty floor.  “Ohhh !!!  That Is PAINFUL !!!”, she moaned loudly.

Hal didn’t need to see any more.  He grabbed up the panties he had spilled form his pockets and loped towards the opening that Norton had gone out of.  Behind him, the two women began to rise to their feet, but the small bouncing Rubberband Balls again did their work, slapping them down to the floor again.  Hal was lucky that the balls missed him as they were zinging around everywhere.

“You...Need....Serious....Help...”, Ms. Phillips gasped, as another ball smacked her in the cheek.  Already pummeled by several hits, Mrs. Carvin just lay there moaning, “Ohhhh...I am not...Doing....Well....”

Meantime, Norton had reached the bottom of the trellis and jumped off.  But the alarm had been raised, and Karl the Prefect cam tearing around the side of the building.  “Your Ass Is Mine !!”, He hollered.
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« Reply #635 on: November 18, 2011, 02:47:56 PM »
Norton took off on a dead run around to the back of the building, and tore through the narrow pathway between the back of the Dorm and the outer wall, Karl hot on his heels.  “YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE !!!!”, Karl screamed as he gave chase.  Norton knew he was right.

Then dumb Norton did just about the smartest thing he had ever done in his life to that point.  He slid to a stop next to the lone dumpster behind the building, and using all his strength, wrenched the dumpster across the path, blocking it.  Karl, who was running full tilt after Norton, couldn’t avoid this new obstacle in his way and slammed full tilt into the dumpster, which made a hollow 'BONG !!!’ sound as he hit it.  He want down in a heap, rolling around in pain, but remembering to call into his radio, “Swarm !!  At The Girl’s Dorm !!  Swarm !!  Swarm !!!”  Norton took off running again.

The other Prefects heard Karl’s cries and came running to the Dorm.  Unfortunately for them, they weren’t bright enough to split up and cover both ends, instead all following the same route Karl had taken.  By the time they reached Karl and clumsily climbed over the dumpster, Norton was long gone.  “We’ll Get You Next Time !!!”, Seth yelled uselessly.

From his perch on the shaky trellis, Hal had watched the whole scene unfold.  None of the Prefects had as much as cast an upward glance at Hal as he hung there.  Taking his opportunity, Hal climbed the rest of the way down the trellis, taking off in the opposite way that Norton had run.  Taking the long way around, he made his way to the back of the Autoshop, where he met Norton just as he was getting ready to pull down the door to the auxiliary garage in the rear.

“What’cha know, Romeo, we got away with it !”, Hal chortled.

“Yeah, yah know, I’m a bit...Er...wore out”, Norton said, stifling a fake yawn.  “Think I’m gonna...Uh...Bunk down in here awhile, yah know ?”

Hal looked up at the still-blue sky, then understood.  “Umm....Sure, Daddy-O, I gotta blow....Too”, he finished lamely.  “See you on the flipper, dipper.” 

Norton stepped inside the door and pulled it down behind him, locking it.  Pulling his share of Pinky’s panties from his pockets, he prepared to have his fun the old-fashioned way.  He had certainly earned it.

Hal liked to think he was made of stiffer stuff, and that waiting would enhance his life experiences.  And indeed, he was, for if anyone had checked out the empty shop late that night, really checked it out, they might have found Hal laying in the back seat of the Greasers '67 Fastback, Angie’s panties draped over his face while visions of her lovely melons and dark bush danced through his mind.
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« Reply #636 on: November 19, 2011, 05:57:34 AM »
The Time had come.  As the train pulled back through the tunnel in the darkness, Sid and the Punks, along with Jake, were waiting.  Every one of them were dressed in black Ninja-style suits.  Denny, Kenny, and Frankie were crouched in the shadows back at the entrance by the large doors.  As the end of the train cleared the opening, it screeched to a stop, and two Brakemen hopped off, heading off in different directions to go to the two rooms where the door controls were located.  As the men disappeared into the rooms, the three moved, jumping aboard the Caboose and going inside to lie in wait.

Sid, Jake, and Sean drew the more difficult assignment of taking the Locomotive.  Since they didn’t know how long the line of cars was going to be exactly, they had to wait at mid-tunnel until after the Locomotive passed their hiding spot, then hustle to catch up by the time the train came to a stop.  When it did, Sid and Jake leaped aboard the catwalk that ran down the side of the locomotive and led to the entry door, keeping low.  Sean waited on the side, looking towards the back of the train.

The two brakemen were in for a surprise when they entered the Caboose only to find themselves facing three armed young men with guns.  They were quickly subdued and bound with ropes the trio had brought along for just that purpose.  Kenny then climbed up to the watchman cupola and withdrew a powerful flashlight from his pocket.  He shined it through the window in a series of flashes aimed at the front of the train.

Up by the Locomotive, Sean saw the signal from Kenny telling them that the Caboose was secure.  He hopped up on the Locomotive rail, giving hand signals to Sid.  The three moved closer to the door, their movement covered by the dark outfits they wore and the idling rumble of the Locomotive’s Diesel engines.

Inside the Locomotive, the Chief Engineer shifted uncomfortably, his hands at the ready on the switches.  “What’s keeping those guys”, he grumbled to the Assistant Engineer, seated to the left in front of a similar set of switches. “They’ve had plenty of time to get them damn doors closed.”

“Maybe they ran into a problem”, the Assistant said, “Those doors aren’t in that great of shape....”

Suddenly, the cabin door was pulled open by Jake, and Sid and Sean rushed in.  The surprised Engineers turned, only to find themselves staring down the barrels of the loaded Colt 45‘s that Sid and Sean had trained on them.  Jake stood to the rear, holding a Spud Gun at the ready.

“Say, What Is This....?”, the Chief Engineer growled, but Sid cut him off.

“It’s A Highjack, Old Man”, Sid shouted.  “Get This Train Moving !!”

“But....I haven’t heard from my men in the back...”, the Engineer protested.

Sid flashed a rare, cruel smile.  “They’re being well taken care of, I assure you.  Now MOVE !!!!”

With a sigh, the Engineer turned and worked the switch handles, and the train began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as rumbled on down the track and finally cleared the tunnel, heading to the North.
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« Reply #637 on: November 19, 2011, 11:20:03 AM »
Five miles away, on a remote county road that the rail tracks crossed, a man stood waiting in the darkness.  His car was hidden down the road in a group of trees and rocks, but nearby a semi-trailer sat with it’s motor idling.  The driver and a group of swarthy Italian-looking men stood around the cab.  The trailer was empty, save for a large forklift.  Ramps had been pulled out of the open rear doors to facilitate moving the Forklift out, and presumably for easier loading.

The man’s ears perked up upon hearing the sound of the approaching diesel engines of the train.  Soon, a headlamp split the night darkness, moving along the track.  The man hoisted the battery-powered sodium-arc lamp he had been carrying and switched it on.  As the train approached, a change in the pitch of the diesel motors indicated it was slowing down.  In just a few minutes, the train was moving across the intersection, the brakes squealing as they were applied.  A figure hopped down from the Engine as it passed and approached the man waiting by the intersection.

The figure, who was Sean, approached the man.  “You our contact ?”, he asked.

“Password”, the man said, waiting expectantly.

“NAPALM”, Sean said, trying to gauge the man’s reaction, as he was masked except for his eyes.  The man nodded, satisfied.  “Show me the cars we have to unload”, he said.  “We’ll have to move the train back and forth to get them all.  Communications ?”

Sean hefted a radio that Sid had taken from the Engineer.  “Got it covered.  Direct communication with the Boss.”

“Good”, the man said.  “Then get busy.  We haven’t got all night.”  He waved a signal to the semi driver and his crew of men.  Immediately, one climbed aboard the Forklift and drove it down the ramps, towards the train.  The others came swiftly to the man for their instructions.

The entire load of all the crates containing the weapons and explosives were off-loaded in less than a half hour and secured in the semi-trailer.  Sean radioed back to Sid in the Engine’s cab as to which way to move the train, back and forth, while the dark-looking men of the semi crew manhandled the crates to the opening of each car so they could be off-loaded by the Forklift.  Denny and Kenny came walking up the length of the train to help, leaving Frankie behind to guard the Brakemen.

The man checked the contents of each crate before the Forklift carried them to the semi by removing a couple of slats on the top with a large claw hammer.  When the last of the crates were packed in the semi, there was just enough room for the Forklift in the back, with room for the crew to ride alongside it, inside and of sight in the trailer.

When the operation was complete, Sid and Jake hog-tied the Engineer and his Assistant on the floor of the cab.  Having watched the Engineer operate the controls, Sid knew what to do.  He reached over and moved the switches that would set the train in motion, setting it on a slow speed of about twenty M.P.H.  As the train motors whined up and the whole train began to move, the Assistant engineer spoke up.

“You can’t leave us like this !  We have to drive the train !”, he croaked in panic.

“Relax your balls”, Sid replied.  “You fellows work together, you can get yourselves loose in a couple hours.  I set the train on slow speed.”

“We have to be able to see the signals”, the Engineer grumbled.  “If there’s a red indicator light, we have to stop.  This is too dangerous !”

“Sucks for you, then”, Sid said in exasperation. “Better get busy on those ropes, I expect.  Or rather that we just shoot you ?”

Both Engineers fell silent at that.  With the train on the move, Sid and Jake exited the cab of the Engine and leaped off, rolling to their feet as they landed.  As the train picked up speed going by them, they trudged toward the intersection with the road.

The reached the road at just about the time the Caboose was going by.  Jake saw Frankie appear and take a leap from the Caboose, hitting the ground a bit harder than he had since the train was moving faster now.  Sid, Jake, and the rest of the Punks gathered around the mysterious man. The driver of the semi stood by, wielding a shotgun loosely pointed in their direction.

“Good work Boys”, the man said, “Looks like it’s all there.”  He handed Sid a black briefcase that he had retrieved from his hidden car a few minutes earlier.  Sid took it and set it on the ground, popping the latches and opening it.  Inside was Thirty Thousand Dollars wrapped in packs of two grand each.  Sid flipped through a few of them to make sure that money and not paper was inserted inside them.  He replaced the bundles and closed and latched the case.

“Seems to be in order”, he said as he stood up.  “Don’t think your boys could....Uh, like give us a lift a bit closer, could’ja ?  It’s a long walk back.”

The strange man uttered a short laugh and shook his head.  “Afraid not, boys.  For that kind of money, you’ll have to find your own way back.  We got a schedule to keep.”

Sid didn’t think the man would agree to that, but it had been worth a try.  “Ok, fellows, you heard the man....Let’s get moving.”  The group began the long trek back to the tunnel along the railroad track.  The man and the semi driver watched them go.  When they were a ways down the track, he said, “Let’s get moving.  I’ll follow.  Keep in radio contact.”  The semi driver nodded, and they both moved off to their respective vehicles.

As he got to his car, Mr. Luntz pulled off his mask and tossed it on the seat.  The operation had gone perfectly, he reflected.  Soon, “Big Mike” Tortelli  would have the weapons he needed to finish off “Bloody Vince” Fonzerelli once and for all.  It was just a matter of time now, a few short weeks at best.  All he had to do now is shepherd the stolen load to New York City for delivery.  He didn’t expect any trouble from the law.  The train workers wouldn’t be reporting this to any Police, as they all knew they were transporting illegal goods to start with.  Mr. Luntz didn’t envy them though, even if they survived the ride....When they arrived at New York without the goods that had just been stolen from them, what remained of Vince’s boys weren’t liable to be kind to them about their hijacked shipment.

Not his problem, Mr. Luntz reflected.  He heard the semi motor whine up as the semi driver shot the truck into gear and began to move.  He started his car and pulled out onto the county road, following in behind.  With luck, he would return to Bullworth tomorrow.  Having been gone a few days, he couldn’t wait to see Dr. Crabblesnitch’s ugly face again and sneer at it.  The Doctor’s days were numbered now, only he didn’t know it.  Mr. Luntz uttered a maniacal laugh as he followed the semi down the road.  It wouldn’t be long now.
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« Reply #638 on: November 27, 2011, 02:58:51 PM »
Pinky slumped down the stairs at Hattrick Manor.  Each new day that came around with Kurt still missing depressed her even more.  And, except for Benny, no one else seemed particularly concerned.  As Tibo reminded her, Kurt had done this kind of thing before, sometimes needing space to get his head straight.  The others, except Benny, voiced their agreement, although Pinky suspected they did so more as a way to cover their own insecurities about Kurt’s disappearance, rationalizing that he would return sooner rather that later, and rather than never at all.

“What do you hear, Benny ?”, Pinky said, as she glumly settled down to the kitchen table, “Anything ?”

“Nothing, Sorry”, Benny answered, referring to what he was listening in to on the shortwave radio.  “Everybody seems to be getting along, and there’s been no mention of Kurt at all.”

“That Sucks”, Pinky moaned.  “What am I going to do ?”

“You could stop worrying about him so much, and help out more around here”, Christy said, coming back in from the living room carrying a stack of dishes.  “He’ll want a clean place to come back to, Ya’know.”

“Ohhh, I just can’t think of housework right now”, Pinky groaned, “Not with Kurt still missing.”

Christy dumped the dishes in the sink, and turned to face Pinky.  “There’s not a whole lot we can do about that”, she said, not unkindly.  “We will just have to wait and see if he comes back.”

Winkie appeared at the doorway.  “Everybody ready ?  The bus is coming.”

Pinky groaned again.  “I’m not going today."  She made sniffling sounds.

“You can’t keep cutting school”, Christy said, “You’ll never graduate.” 

“I don’t care”, Pinky sniffed.  “Daddy will take care of me.”

Christy crossed the kitchen and grabbed Winkie’s arm, heading for the front door. “Some of us aren’t so lucky like that”, she retorted on her way out.  Christy had hardly missed a day at classes. This year, unlike last year, she wanted to graduate. 

Benny rose from the table.  “I better go, too”, he said.  “You gonna be alright ?”

“I...I guess so”, Pinky answered, stinging a bit at the rebuke Christy had leveled at her.  Relations had been getting a bit strained between them lately, since Kurt’s disappearance....But Damn it all, Christy still HAD her man.  “I’ll be fine, Benny.  You’re sweet to ask, though.”  She gave him a shadow of a smile.  Benny would never admit it, but he had a secret crush on Pinky since he had first met her during the Kidnapping.  But Benny was probably the shyest of the Rockers where girls were concerned.  So, he just smiled back and nodded, and made his way out of the kitchen and towards the front door.  In no time at all, Pinky was alone in the big house.

Hearing the bus go by, Pinky shuffled to the front door and peeked out the window.  The bus was stopped between Hattrick Manor and Harrington Mansion.  The Rockers and Christy were boarding the bus for another school day.  Even though the bus made a stop here in the heart of the rich folks of Bullworth Vale, Preps rarely rode the bus, feeling it was beneath them to ride with the ‘Scum’.  And, as Pinky saw, no Preps were riding the bus on this day, either.

Pinky frowned.  She knew most of the Preps were staying at Harrington House full time lately, except for Derby and Bif.  But those two had returned to classes, she had seen them there.  Derby avoided her like the plague, treating her just like the riff-raff she supposed he thought of her these days.  There was one difference, though.  Derby looked real smug lately, just like he had an ace in the hole and waiting to play it.  Even though he was locked out of the Prep leadership, even though he was now mostly shunned, even though his reputation lay in tatters, he acted like he was still king of the Campus.

For really the first time, it dawned on Pinky that Derby might have had something to do with Kurt’s disappearance.  Money and Power can buy a whole lot of things, up to and including Murder.  Pinky didn’t want to believe that Derby would be capable of going to that extreme, but what did she really know about Derby, even after all these years ?  All the Preps were fake and plastic, herself included.  But Derby was the most ruthless of all of them, the most vindictive.  Could it be possible...?

Still staring out the window at the departing bus, Pinky decided she needed help.  There was only one person who could really help her....And that was Tony.  She would have to find a way to approach him again and ask him once more.  Trouble was, that little bitch Karen was always hanging around, like she was stuck on him with invisible glue.  Suddenly, Pinky had an idea.  She would have Tony come to her.

She ran to the end table beside the couch and dug through her book bag, and pulled out a test paper with her name on it.  Getting a pen and returning to the kitchen, she sat at the table and wrote on the back.....

COME SEE ME ALONE AT THE BEACHHOUSE TONIGHT AT NINE.  URGENT !!

She folded the paper and stuck it in her pocket.  Waiting an hour, she freshened up.  Putting on a stylish jacket, she went out back to get her bike.  Seems she would go to school after all today....But not to go to class.  Instead, she would go to Tony’s locker.

Pulling up to school, she set the bike in the rack and entered the gates.  She took a quick glance around to make sure the coast was clear, and marched up to the school building and went inside when she didn’t see anyone.  Inside, she made a bee-line for Tony’s locker on the second floor.  She wasn’t worried about the Prefects, they had always left her alone.  But she wanted to make sure that no other students saw her slip the note into Tony’s locker. 

The upstairs halls were empty, as classes were still going on.  Finding Tony’s locker was easy, she knew where it was.....In fact, she know where most everybody’s lockers were.  She poked the note in through the vent hole up where she knew the shelf would be in such a way that the note  would fall out when Tony opened it.  Then, with another look around, she quickly left the hall and skipped down the stairs, then out the building.  Retrieving her bike outside the gates, she turned and headed back to the Vale.

But instead of going back to Hattrick House, she turned towards the street that led to the Aquaberry Store.  She had a bit of money left, and at the store, she knew, was a skimpy little outfit that would be just perfect to make Tony an offer he couldn’t refuse.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #639 on: November 28, 2011, 11:34:43 AM »
Ironically, Tony had cut classes that morning also.  He was over in Jimmy’s secret cave, discussing, among other things, the Preps.  It had also occurred  to Tony far earlier than Pinky that Derby might be behind Kurt’s disappearance.  He also felt that the Preps, or their people, had something to do with Damon’s mysterious vanishing as well. 

“With them, anything’s Possible”, Jimmy was saying.  “They were...Are...The most two-faced of all the Cliques here.  Everybody else is really straight-up, you know where they’re coming from.  Yeah, they scheme and they plan, but it’s right out in the open.  But the Preps ?  They’ll friend you to your face and stab you in the back all at the same time.  That’s how all them rich people are.  They’re evil.”

“So I been finding out”, Tony said.  “First they glad-handed me, when I was doing the clothing thing.  But after they found out I wasn’t stupid enough for them to cheat me, they went nasty.  I got them back with a little Greaser help, though.”  Tony went on the tell Jimmy of the fake clothing exchange he set up, only to find out that Bif had brought along a bat to beat him with.  Tony had allowed the pre-set Greaser attack to happen then, and just stood by as they beat Derby and Bif’s asses. The unfortunate by-product of that was being lured into sex with Pinky, however.

Jimmy laughed at that.  “Yeah, she’s good for that.  I had her a couple of times myself.  Lola, too, right before I got together with Zoe.  Johnny kept accusing me of banging her, so I went ahead and did it so’s not to make a liar out of him.”

That brought a fresh round of laughter between the two boys.  As their mirth subsided, Jimmy said, “But serious...You got to watch out for them Preps.  They’re underhanded as Hell, it ain’t nothing for them to hire others to do their dirty work for them.  I think they had Gary in their back pocket the whole time last year, right up to the time I finally beat his ass there at the end.”

That surprised Tony.  “Jake’s evil cousin was working for the Preps ?”

“As far as actually working for them, I don’t know”, Jimmy said, “But he was certainly in league with them somehow.  Tell you a little story....While Gary was still pretending to be my friend, I ran into a rather wild-looking Tad out behind the Girl’s Dorm, smoking a ciggy.  I was just casing the Dorm out, but I think Tad was back there stalking Pinky.  I found out he had the hots for her, even though she was Derby’s girl.”

“Still does, far as I know”, Tony said.  “He took a hell of a beating for her at the Beachhouse when Pinky got kidnapped by Kurt to start with.  They found him naked the next morning at the bottom of the ramp.”

“That’s some strange shit, right there”, Jimmy commented.  “Anyhow, I didn’t know any better then, and I hadn’t ever talked to Tad before, so I walked over to him and tried to start a friendly conversation, but then he began to insult me....So, I mentioned Gary, still trying to make conversation, and his reply stunned me -- "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were friends with Gary and the chaps...".  After that, every time I talked with him again, he was friendly....Clear up until Gary double-crossed me and lured me down in the Hole to fight Russell.”

“That fight is a legend now”, Tony said.  “No one still knows how you managed to beat Russell.”

“Ehh....Little help from a few Firecrackers, and a whole lotta luck”, Jimmy said.  “Point was, after that, the Preps all hated me and believed everything Gary told them about me....They lured me over to Spencer’s place and tried to gang up on me, but I beat their asses there.  Then, there was the deal about the trophies, they were convinced I stole them in retaliation for them swiping my bike trophy.  I didn’t take their stinking trophies, fact is I’m the one who found them and the real thieves, but that didn’t make them like me any better.  Then they really got pissed when I beat them in their own boxing match championships and took the Beachhouse from them.”

“But...Everyone was on your side there at the end, Right ?”, Tony asked.  “After you beat Gary ?”

“The Preps were out there cheering with the rest, all right”, Jimmy replied, “But they still hated me.  The Preps will always try to ally with the winning side, personal feelings aside.  But I think they went back to working with Gary to undermine me over the summer.  I was a threat to them, being King of the School and all.  They knew they couldn’t control me.  I think they got Gary to have that Big Darrell fucker to come after me and Edgar Munsen, only nobody expected that jackass to go nuts and start killing people.  Worked out for them though....They got rid of Gary and kept me from coming back to school.”

Both were silent for a moment.  Then Tony said, “I don’t think the Preps had anything to do with Jake, though.  He was only at school a few months before he bailed.  Sure, he had that clothing scam set up, but it was with everybody else, too.  And he bombed their place along with everyone else.  Plus, nobody at all knew he was even Gary’s cousin.”

“Nobody ?”, Jimmy asked.  “Oh, There was somebody who knew, alright.  And that fucker just might be the most dangerous asshole in the whole Vale Valley.”

Tony looked at Jake quizzically.  “Who you talking about ?”

“Why, their Grandfather, of course”, Jimmy said.  “Mr. Smith.”

Tony was surprised.  “Why would you say that ?”

Jimmy leaned back in his chair.  “Cause, Mr. Smith was runnin’ things around here long before the Harringtons and Spencers came along.  He made a lotta money, and built this place up from a hole in the mountains to what it is now.  Before, it was mostly a shipping port, and before that, mining, as you know.  Smith was a developer, and started by buying up cheap land in New Coventry, leasing out the buildings on the strip.  Then, he fired up the development of all those shops over in the Vale.  More than half the businesses over there are there because of him.  He got old and retired, and the Harringtons and Spencers took over, cause his worthless, no good kids couldn’t.  Smith went to Florida or somewhere and was gone for awhile, but he came back for some reason a few years back, before I got here.  There’s a rumor around that he’s in debt to Harrington, somehow, but I don’t know for what.”

Jimmy stopped to take a drink, then continued.  “His real reason for coming back might have been to groom Gary to take over his 'Empire’, as he used to call it....But that went down the tubes when Gary got killed....So, he musta turned to the other Grandson, put him in Bullworth.  But if Gary was a psychopath, this kid Jake was even worse, from what you told me of all the shit he done.  Old Man Smith’s plans must be in ruins, all because he couldn’t control his Grandkids any better that he could their Parents, his own children.”

“So, do you think he’s in with the Mob, too ?”, Tony asked.

Jimmy thought about that, in his usual slow way, before he answered.  “Naw....We never ever seen anything in those secret files about that.  Fact, he’s hardly mentioned at all.  No, I think Smith is one of those old-fashioned guys who’ll have some dock workers take somebody out in a back alley and beat them until they’re sniveling in their own blood and puke, begging them to stop.  That’s his way.  The Mob way would be just to put 'em in cement and throw 'em in the river.”

“What makes you think that he wouldn’t Murder ?”, Tony asked.

“That’s easy.  Old Man Smith is smart.  Leaving a trail of dead bodies behind means someone is gonna come looking for YOU, eventually.  Besides, if you kill somebody important, they become a martyr, and maybe even a legend.  But, if you totally destroy somebody’s rep, they never come back from that”, Jimmy said.  “Look at that Heavyweight Champ from about 20 years back.  He was on top of the world then, the undisputed King....Then he raped a girl in a hotel room, and did three years in the joint.  After that, he was just a joke, and the only things he could do was bite other fighter’s ears off and do cameo roles in Rocky movies.  His rep was gone, destroyed.  He’ll never get it back.”

Jimmy went silent then, thinking about his own rep, and how he wanted so much to redeem himself before he left Bullworth behind for good.  After a bit, he said, “That’s why it’s important to get that file to the Feds....Not just over the corruption in this place, but to clear me.  I didn’t help kill anybody.”

Tony felt a rush of sympathy for Jimmy, whom he had come to regard as his friend.  “Don’t worry, Jim, we’re gonna figure out something.”

“Have you seem Luntz yet ?”, Jimmy asked. 

“No”, Tony admitted, “He’s been missing for a few days now, but he’s been doing that a lot lately, for some reason.  I’m sure he’ll be back, though.  He seems to know all about the file and about what Pete was doing.”

Jimmy took a breath.  “I never really got on with Mr. Luntz , but for some reason, Pete did.  And, I trust Pete.  So, there has to be a real reason that he did.  I gotta go with that.”

“He’s quite a mysterious man, that much I know”, Tony said.  “I can’t help feeling that he’s got a personal stake in all of this.  But I still don’t know why.”

“I just want my life back”, Jimmy said, morosely.  “Living in a cave is fun for a few days, but after a long while, it just feels like a jail all over again.”

Tony rose to go, as he had to get back before the bell and meet Karen for lunch.  “I’ll do all I can for you, Jimmy, you know that.  Just hang on a little longer, OK ?”

Jimmy looked up glumly, then slowly grinned.  “Sure.  One way or the other, it’ll all be over soon.”
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #640 on: December 01, 2011, 03:04:59 AM »
Tony returned to School just as the lunch bell rang.  He hurried on to the Cafeteria to meet Karen and found her sitting at a table with Zoe.  Tony grabbed an apple and a banana from the basket at the end of the lunch table and hopped into a seat beside her.   

“Where you been this morning”, Karen asked, munching on a strange-looking object.

“Over talking with....You-Know-Who”, Tony said, taking a bite out of his apple.  Fruit was about the only safe thing to eat at Bullworth Academy, and most students knew that.  Every day, Edna the Cook whipped up some of the most vile, disgusting items to be found anywhere, only to have them sit, uneaten, in the metal bins at the front of the Cafeteria.  It was a continuing exercise in futility, Tony often reflected.

“Talking about what ?”, Zoe interjected, also munching on a similar strange-looking object.

“Ah, you know, missing persons and missing stuff, just the usual.....”, Tony replied, still eying the strange stuff the girls were eating.  “Say, what is that stuff you’re eating ?”

“Jerky”, Zoe answered.  “Want some ?”

“Beef Jerky ?”, Tony exclaimed.  “Where’d you get that ?  Ain’t no Cows around here.”

“It’s not beef”, Karen said, a mildly estatic look on her face.  “Think it’s.....Alligator.  Got it over at the Yum-Yum Market yesterday.  They got a new delivery of stuff from outside.”

“Alligator ?”, Tony said, wonderingly.  “How’s THAT taste ?”

“Just Wonderful”, Karen said dreamily.  “It’s sooooo good !  Here, try some !”

Tony took a piece and tore off a chunk with his teeth.  Chewing it, he discovered that it did indeed taste great.  Munching, he began to think, for the first time, of how things got delivered to the Vale Valley.  If things got in, things could be gotten out, he thought.  Something to investigate soon, he promised himself.

They talked on of various things.  Karen wanted to go out on Friday night, and Tony reminded her that he had more bike races he was going to be doing on Saturday.  “They’re running four of them from the Shiny Bike Shop”, he told her.

“They’re short ones, right ?”, Karen asked.

“Well, shorter than the one I did already”, Tony said, “But still will make for a long afternoon.”

“I know that you’ll kick ass”, Karen said.  “Maybe another victory celebration afterwards ?”

Tony agreed that it would be a good possibility, now that the other bikers maybe wouldn’t be fucked up on drugs.  Hands down, his Flame Job BMX was a superior bike that could easily outrace anything they had to come up with.

They talked aimlessly until the bell rang to end the lunch period.  Bidding goodbye to Zoe, Tony and Karen headed upstairs to Tony’s locker.  Arriving there, Tony bent to work the combination while Karen leaned up beside him.

“Hey Karen !”, Christy’s voice came from behind them, “I’m going to Hair, Nails & Beauty after school.  Want to come ?”

Karen turned to talk to Christy.  As long as Christy wasn’t hanging around with Pinky, Karen got along with her alright.  As the girls gabbed,  Tony got his locker open.  As he did, a folded paper fell out onto the floor.  Tony grabbed his book and then bent and scooped the paper off the floor.  Turning it in his hand, he saw it looked like some kind of test paper with Pinky’s name on it.  Glancing at Karen and Christy, he saw they hadn’t noticed.  He hurriedly stuffed the paper in his pocket.

The halls began clearing.  Christy broke off her conversation with Karen and hurried off to class.  Tony gripped his book and began walking with Karen to his Art Class.  Stopping by the door, Karen told him she was going to the Beauty Shop with Christy.  Seems that Pinky was becoming something of a whiney bitch lately, now that Kurt had gone missing.  Tony couldn’t imagine why.

“I gotta get to Home Ec”, Karen said.  “You watch it.  I know you just take Art Class to check out Ms. Phillips’ rack.”

Tony’s face reddened, but he had a saving comeback.  “They don’t hold a candle to your gorgeous melons, sweetie.”

Karen smiled at that.  She kissed his cheek briefly and was gone.

Later in class, Tony retrieved the paper from his pocket.  Unfolding it, he found out it was a Note from Pinky.  Reading the short message, Tony sighed.  He could guess what Pinky wanted....Either those new clothes she kept bugging him about, or about Kurt missing.  But then again, maybe she had some new information.  He guessed he would have to check it out. 
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #641 on: December 05, 2011, 03:39:22 PM »
After class, Tony made a trip down to the Observatory.  Since Karen had gone off with Christy, Tony had told her he had business to take care of tonight, so she could take her time.  Tony wanted no chance that she would even as much as catch him talking to Pinky.

Melvin was unlocking the gates as he arrived.  So far as he could tell, no other Nerds were there yet.  Tony approached him.  “Hey Melvin !”, he called.

Melvin turned as Tony came near, somewhat apprehensively.  Every since the map fiasco, he had been a bit worried that Tony would want some payback for having to win at ConSumo and not getting the map he needed from the Nerds.  He looked relieved as he saw Tony had a friendly, though troubled, look on his face.  “Umm...Hey there, fellow warrior”, Melvin greeted.

“Got a little something to ask you there, buddy”, Tony began.

“Um...Sure”, Melvin said uncertainly.  “What is it you need ?”

“There’s some.....Boxes of things.....Down in one of the storage closets in the basement here”, Tony said.  “I need....A few Items.”

If Melvin was surprised that Tony even knew about storage closets in the Observatory basement, he didn’t show it.  In fact, as Melvin knew, the Observatory before all the Spencer-sponsored repairs had been one of the most porous places on campus.  The ground-level floor had been in ruins from so many years of neglect, the big front doors no longer locked after Jimmy Hopkins had bashed them in with the Spud Cannon, and all sorts of riff-raff snuck in and did all sorts of disgusting things along with the Rats who lived there. 

Melvin undid the triple-locks that now adorned the massive heavy front doors, and ushered Tony inside.  Tony looked about in wonder at the finished large domed room.  All the catwalks were in place, and the massive telescope sat on it’s high perch, aimed toward the sky, just awaiting the night when the dome could be open to all the splendor of the universe.

Wordlessly, Melvin led Tony down the stairs.  Tony followed anyway, even though he remembered the way.  Once down in the room with the large table, Tony went directly to the particular storage closet that the Clothes boxes had been stashed in last fall.  Rummaging around in the back, he recovered all the clothing boxes and hauled them out to the table.  Going through the boxes, Tony selected what he wanted and packed it into a single box.

“That’s all I need”, Tony said, then swept his arm over the other boxes.  “You all can have the rest.  I’m not in the clothing business anymore.”

“Really ?”, Melvin did look surprised at last.  Nobody gave a way merchandise at Bullworth.  “You mean it ?”

“Sure !”, Tony said grandly.  “Lotsa good stuff here.  Take it...Sell it.  You Nerds could use the extra cash, am I right or what ?”

“Umm...Well, alright, I guess”, Melvin said, uncertainly.  “Are you sure you don’t....Want anything for these ?”

Tony gathered up his box and rose to leave, clapping Melvin on the shoulder.  “Nope, nothing.  Just remember who your real friends are when the time comes, is all.”

Tony left the Observatory basement, leaving Melvin scratching his head in puzzlement.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #642 on: December 05, 2011, 03:43:34 PM »
For Kurt, few days had gone by, and he awoke to find himself on a mattress.  Disoriented, he checked his surroundings, which were fuzzy at first.  As his vision cleared, he saw he was still in the same room, only things were a bit different.  Gone was the huge spotlight.  In it’s place, a lone 200-watt bulb was mounted in a ceiling socket.  The chair was still there, but had an addition....A stout four-legged table was in front of it.  Outside of that, the room was bare of any amenities.

A heavy blanket had been thrown over him.  Pulling it a ways off, he discovered he was naked.  Someone had removed his shit and vomit stained clothes, and he had been cleaned up somewhat.  Kurt suspected he had been hosed down, for some places felt raw, especially around his privates.  Looking around, he saw a pile of fresh clothes had been left beside the mattress.  Kurt grabbed them and began to put them on.

Although he was no longer shackled in any way, Kurt found that bound to one of his ankles was a device similar to a home-arrest monitor.  He was able to get his replacement shorts and pants over it with no problem, however.  He pulled on the shirt, and then attempted to stand, falling on his ass in his first try.  He was rather weak from his ordeal, it seemed.  On his next try, he was able to get shakily to his feet, using the wall as a support.  He took a couple of tentative steps only to almost fall down again as a loud 'Click’ followed by a feedback hum invaded the previously quiet room.

“Hah, the Boyo is awake at last !”, a voice exclaimed jauntily, almost sounding relieved, it seemed to Kurt.  “Nice to see yah back in the world !”

Kurt looked towards the ceiling, which was no doubt the location of the speaker and probably a video-cam.  “Yeah, I’d like to be able to SEE the world now.  How long is this Circus gonna go on, anyway ?  I got Gigs to play.”

“Thought that condition has already been established”, the voice said dryly.  “When the Young Master gets what he wants, Boyo.”

“Fuck Derby and the Horse Dick he rode in on”, Kurt responded.  “And my name’s Kurt, you asshole.”

“I know what your name is”, the voice said, rather chillingly, “Even if the Young Master doesn’t.”

That last statement made no sense at all to Kurt, and he let it pass without comment.  Instead, he said, “Hey, I’m hungry and thirsty.  You clowns gonna let me starve in here ?  That the next way to get your jollies ?”

“Not at all”, the voice said.  “There’s food and drink right by the door there.”

Kurt loped over to the door.  On the floor right beside it was a plastic plate of food and a fresh water bottle.  More thirsty than anything, Kurt grabbed up the water bottle, opened it and chugged half of it down.  Then he picked up the plate.  An unappetizing mess of what appeared to be meatloaf stared back at him.  Kurt scooped up some of the mess with his fingers and tasted it.  Immediately, he spit the fowl-tasting stuff out on the floor.  “UGH !!!!  What Is This SHIT ?  Tastes Like....Like.....”

“It’s Dog Food”, the voice said jovially, “Just perfect for a mongrel such as yourself.”

In a rage, Kurt flung the plate at the far wall, where it hit and splattered chunks of Dog Food everywhere.  “Such a Shame”, the voice said sadly, “That was your ration for the day.”

Kurt staggered to the middle of the room.  “Whadda You Want ?  You’re A FUCK !!  A Worthless FUCK !!!!!!  You Can Let Me The HELL OUTTA HERE, You DICK !!!  What’s Your Stake In This ?  What’s That Human Waste Paying You ??”

“I’m just settling an old debt”, the voice said smoothly.  “And, you should know, Boyo, that I’m the one who has kept you alive.  Master Derby would just have soon let you expire.”

Kurt stood flabbergasted.  “You’re INSANE !!  You’re BOTH INSANE !!!”

“There is a way out”, the voice continued, ignoring Kurt’s ramblings.  “Just sign those documents over on the table there, and you can go free.”

Kurt stared at the unseen voice for a moment, then slowly limped to the table.  On it were three pieces of paper.  The first was a letter to Dr. Crabblesnitch, stating he was withdrawing from Bullworth Academy.  The second was a letter to his Rocker Clique, naming Tibo as his successor.  The last was a letter to Pinky, telling her he was breaking up with her and leaving town. 

Kurt was stunned.  While he was looking at the last, the voice said, “There’s a one-way ticket in the deal for you there, too.”

“Ticket ?”, Kurt said dully, “To where ?”

“Why, to your rightful hometown, New York, where else ?”, the voice snickered.

Again, Kurt didn’t understand.  Looking at the documents, his rage built anew, and he suddenly wadded the papers into balls and flung them across the room.  “I Ain’t Signing NOTHING !!”, he yelled, and loped across the room, flinging himself at the heavy wooden door.  Although knowing the door was probably locked, he grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it to no avail. 

“LEMME OUT, YUH OLD FUCK !!!  LEMME OUTTA HERE NOW !!!!!!!!”, he screamed.

“Tch, Tch....Such Drama”, the voice chuckled.  “Time to calm you down, I see.”

Kurt’s beating on the door was suddenly halted by a massive jolt of electricity like that of a Taser from the device strapped to his ankle.  Kurt fell to the floor, withering in pain, his breath coming in short gasps.  As the jolts continued, Mr. Smith’s voice from the loudspeaker chuckled mirthlessly until Kurt passed out.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #643 on: December 05, 2011, 03:46:22 PM »
Tony hesitated before knocking on the Beach House door.  The past few hours he had spent exploring Blue Skies with Laurent and Constantinos, with Nick along for backup if they ran into trouble.  Only Constantinos was even vaguely familiar with the area, so he acted as sort of a guide.  In the absence of the Townies, Blue Skies was a fairly peaceful place now, and they encountered no problems.  For the first time, Tony got a real good look at the docks, where he knew illicit cargo was being brought in and out of the Vale Valley, mostly under the direction of the Harringtons and Spencers.  Although he gained some much-needed perspective, his true aim was to be as far away from Karen as he could get, as he didn’t want to chance her seeing him tonight.

Shortly before 9 Pm, the group had returned to Bullworth, and Tony made some vague excuses about ‘something he had to take care of’ and took a bike and rode off alone.  He made sure nobody was trailing him and then headed towards the Beach House.  Now, he stood at the door, wondering just what in the hell he was doing.  In his hand was a new low-cut Aquaberry dress for Pinky, but it wasn’t about that, really.  And he really didn’t give two shits for Kurt, who had given him so much trouble last fall.  Tony didn’t care if the bastard dropped off the face of the Earth forever and stayed missing.  No,it wasn’t that either.  What is really was, Tony knew, was that Pinky had something on him....Their encounter over the winter, and the power Pinky had to blow Karen and him apart.  That she hadn’t said anything was the reason she could control him like a puppet on a string.  Tony didn’t like that feeling, but there was nothing he could do about it but play along...For now.

Tony sighed and rapped on the door.  From the other side of the door, he heard Pinky’s voice purr, “Come In !”  He cautiously eased open the door and peeked behind it, in case of a trap.  Stepping in, his eyes took a quick survey of the large room.  Seeing no one, he finally centered his gaze on Pinky.  “You all alone ?”, he asked, rather stupidly.

“Oh, Silly !”, Pinky exclaimed, “Course I am.”

“Umm...Brought you something”, Tony said, holding out the dress, hoping that was what was so important for Pinky to send him an 'URGENT’ message.

“Ooooh !  So Pretty !”, Pinky cooed, taking the dress and stroking the material. “I want to try it on !”  She turned and went towards the bed, where she set the new dress down and then dropped her own dress to the floor.  Tony got a good look at her lace-panty covered buttocks as she changed into the new dress.  “Like it ?”, she said, and then made a twirl.  “It’s so....Ritzy !  Don’t you think ?”

Small beads of sweat had popped out along the brow of Tony’s forehead.  “It looks...Real good on you”, he said, trying to keep himself under control.  He hadn’t been alone with Pinky since....Well, since that time last winter.  And just seeing her in her panties had re-kindled feelings of latent lust.  “Is that.....What you wanted ?”

“Oh Yes !”, Pinky exclaimed, “It’s just perfect.  I’ve been looking for something like this.”

“Good”, Tony said, relieved, and turned toward the door, “I’ll be going then.”

“Oh, No....Wait, Tony !”, Pinky said, “I wanted to ask your help about finding Kurt.”

Tony sagged.  There for a minute he had hoped that the clothing was all she had summoned him there for, but he knew it had been a vain hope after all.  He turned to face her again.  “I...Um...Don’t know what else I can do, Pinky....We’re looking everywhere....”

“It’s Derby, he’s got something to do with it, I just know it”, Pinky said, beginning to struggle out of her dress.  “He’s been looking soooo smug lately.”

Tony just stared while Pinky removed the dress.  “Umm....What are you doing ?”

“Just taking this off”, Pinky said innocently.  “It’s a bit wrinkly and musty from being packed away.  I’ll just hang it up over here....”  Pinky bent and picked up a stray hanger from the floor, then went to a door by the bed that presumably went to a small bathroom.  The door had a hook on it, and Pinky had to stretch to reach it.  Against his will, Tony’s eyes followed her every move, lingering on her bare thighs and panty-clad butt.

Tony was made speechless by his rising lust, and when Pinky turned around, he still couldn’t take his eyes off those fabulous thighs.  Pinky approached him.  “See something you like ?”

Tony struggled to say something.  Pinky looked down at herself and said, “Here, let me show you something....”  She then dropped her panties to the floor and kicked them aside.  “You never really got to see this last time....Did you ?”

An electric surge ran through Tony’s loins, and he was instantly fully erect.  Pinky watched the growing bulge with amusement.  She stretched out her arms and pulled Tony towards her.  Tony’s brain was in a storm, and he was helpless to resist.  Pinky planted her mouth on his and French tongued him deeply.

“Mnnnnn.....Mnnnnn....Mnnnnn”, Pinky moaned, wrapping her leg around Tony and grinding her pelvis into his.  When they broke the kiss, Pinky grabbed his belt buckle and led Tony over towards the bed.  “Let me....Help you with this”, she breathed, and proceeded to undo the belt buckle and zipper, freeing his manhood.  “Oh...My...”, she whispered.

Pinky laid back on the bed, spreading her legs.  “Put it there....If you dare”, she said teasingly.

Tony’s mind lost all sense of reason.  He was on her in a flash, and a flurry of activity soon commenced, all to Pinky’s delight.  And when it was over, Pinky made Tony do her again, and again.....Until exhausted, both finally fell asleep, twined in each other’s arms.
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Re: The Bullworth Never Ending Story
« Reply #644 on: December 06, 2011, 03:16:23 PM »
Pete finally made it out of his room undetected that very night.  It was easier than he thought it would be.  Wadding up some bedding and throwing a blanket over it to make it look like there was still a person there was an old trick, and he was gambling that it would do until the next bed check, which would be about an hour away.  More, if all they did was to not look too closely into the dim room and moved on.

Pete stole down the hallway and located the stairs.  It was then he found out what floor he was on.  Silently he eased open the door and scampered through, easing it closed.  Running quickly down the several flights of stairs, he headed for the basement.  He was still wearing his hospital clothing, one of those funky robes that showed one’s asscrack in the back.  He would have to find the laundry room if he wanted to effect a real escape.

Coming at last to the bottom of the stairwell, he cautiously pushed open the door.  The sounds of the bowels of the hospital greeted him....Far off noises of a boiler, the hiss of steam pipes, the clanks and clunks of whatever running machinery that inhabited the nether world of similar basement places the world over.  Pete looked both ways, stretching his neck at odd angles as he did so, for he truly had a ‘blind spot’ now, missing his eye and all.

He moved down the hall in the same fashion, keeping alert. After he had gone what he judged as quite a ways through several twists and turns, his ears picked up what sounded like washers and dryers running.  He remembered those sounds from his youth, when he used to hang around in Laundrymats on cold winter days, and some nights too, if they were 24-hour Mats.  Pete moved closer to the sound, until he came upon a large room packed with large machines and huge industrial-sized dryers. 

The noise was a whole lot louder here.  Unlike the darkened halls, this place was brightly lit by the large hanging florescent lights.  Pete spotted a few large laundry hampers on wheels nearby, and he headed over to them and began rummaging in them, looking for anything that could pass for clothing in the outside world.  First one bin, then another, Pete looked for what he needed without success.  Most of the stuff in these were sheets and blankets, and 'gowns’ like the one he now wore.  It was beginning to look hopeless.

Suddenly, Pete was startled by a gruff voice.  “Hey, Whadda You Doin’ Here Kid ?!”

Pete whirled around to find a rather mean-looking Janitor facing him.  Adrenaline pumping, he cut and ran, trying to run around the big lout, but the man grabbed his arm and spun him around.  “I Said, Whadda You Think You Doin’ Here, Kid ?!?” 

Pete tried to wrestle away, but the man’s grip was too strong.  He then tried to nut shot him, but the man easily blocked Pete’s feeble attempt with his leg.  The man gripped him by both arms and shook him, bringing his face closer.  Pete stared up with his frightened eye wide at the Janitor.  It was then that the man got a good look at Pete’s face and his ruined eye socket.

His gaze softened somewhat.  “Hey, What Is This ?  You A Patient ?  Whadda You Doin’ Outta Your Room ?  You Lost ?”

Pete found his voice.  “Please Sir...I Gotta Get Out Of Here !!  There’s People After Me !!”

“Whadda You Babbling About ??”, the man said.  “Look, Kid, You Need To Go Back To Your Room !!  Youse Can’t Be Wanderin’ Around Down Here !!”  The man tightened his grip as Pete struggled.  Pete whipped his head back and forth, and in doing so, saw something he had missed because of his missing eye. 

Stenciled over the top of the Janitor’s left-hand pocket in block letters was his name.  Pete stopped his struggles at once in amazement.  The name stenciled there was LUNTZ.
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