The Bullworth Never Ending Story

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All three Greaser couples had the same destination....The Golden Horseshoe Bar & Hotel over in New Coventry.  Johnny had generously rented them rooms on the third and fourth floors.  Hal and Angie went to the third floor in a less expensive room, mainly because Johnny didn’t care much for Angie or her new-found Greaser wannabe religion.  It just seemed all fake to him, especially since Angie was a scatterbrained fool.  About the only thing that wasn’t fake about her was her big boobs, and Johnny wasn’t even sure about that.  However, that was what Hal had said.  Johnny knew Hal liked big stuff, since he was sorta big himself.  In fact, when Johnny had left for Detroit, Hal was still drooling over fat Edna, the Lunch Lady.  It was a total surprise then, when he returned, to find Hal had latched on to skinny Angie.  It had to be the boobs, he reasoned.....It couldn’t be anything else.  The girl was just plain annoying.

When Hal and Angie reached their room, it didn’t take long for them to start making the bed creak and groan.  To Hal’s ongoing amazement, Angie seemed insatiable, and he had to ride her bunny over and over.  Not that he minded in the least.

Peanut and Binky stepped into their room on the fourth floor, and this time, Peanut was the aggressor.  There wasn’t even time to remove all their clothes for their second time around, and Peanut tore into her with a passion long pent up by years of frustration.  Binky didn’t mind, and gave just as good as she got.  Another chapter was added to the Adventures of Peanut and Binky the short....And then another, and another, and another.

Johnny treated Lola to the biggest suite on the top floor, the so-called Carlton Room (named, no doubt, after some long-dead proprietor).  To Lola, this was roomy when compared to their tiny apartment, and nowhere near as rundown.  They took their time, settling in and having drinks before getting down to the business of lovemaking, as they were old hands at this.  Still, their feelings had increased ten-fold for each other in their long absence from Bullworth, and there was talk of Johnny making her a proposal. 

As yet, they were still young, and Johnny’s jealousies were still intact, although he was well used to her flirting ways.  Still, it bothered him that Lola did that, as she was well aware of her effect on men and boys alike.  Johnny considered her the hottest girl in all of Bullworth (and even on the planet), and it made him feel highly vulnerable that she could exercise such power over any man she chose.  It also made him feel uncomfortably weak, and as a leader, he could ill afford to show weakness.  The whole of Johnny’s image depended on her, and he knew it. 

Lola was a free spirit, and Johnny or no other could ever corral her.  Still, when she whispered, “Give it to me....Give me all you’ve got !” in their throes of passion, Johnny know he could deny her nothing.  So, the night went, like so many others.  Lola knew how to satisfy her man, and in innumerable ways, she did.
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Damon and Gloria made their way to the newly-reopened Lounge Hotel in Bullworth Town. There was still some vacancies, as the place, formerly known as the Lounge Bar & Grill, had not been able to advertise much as yet.  They found themselves on the top floor of the edifice, which was the fourth, befitting the Holiday.  Even though the room partitions were new, the building was quite old, having been around since the days of the founders.  As such, everyone on each floor had to share a communal bathroom.

Still, it wasn’t so bad.  Gloria had been waiting for just this very thing for months.  She had gotten so utterly exhausted just jamming herself on Damon in back of the Girl’s Dorm in those rare, hurried sessions which left her wholly unsatisfied.  Now for the first time, she could have sex like a proper lady, with a bed and bedsheets, instead of having a dumpster for a pillow.  By the time she had returned form the bathroom down the hall, Damon was waiting, ready to go.  He beckoned to her, and she ran to him, leaping on top of him and seizing what she needed.  It was time to show this Gorilla some new tricks.
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Laurent, who had long been holding out for a French girlfriend, had found out he was to be at least staying another year at Bullworth Academy.  He looked around at the dance, seeing new possibilities.  There were so many couples getting together now, and he decided, why not ?  He certainly deserved some happiness too, did he not also ?   One of the girls caught his eye above all others.  She was, in fact, wildly pretty to Laurent’s eyes.  He approached her and asked her to dance.  Later, he invited her to come along after the dance to the Chef’s Place, and she accepted. 

Nina was a dark-haired beauty, with olive-complected skin.  Her first name, Laurent learned, had Hebrew origins, but to his delight, her last name was Boulanger, a French name meaning Baker.  At least, it wouldn’t be so much of a stretch, he figured, to have an American girlfriend who was not that far removed from his homeland.  As they sat and chatted at Chef’s, Laurent became more and more mesmerized with this fine girl.  She seemed witty and very sweet, and they hit it off from the start.  For the first time, Laurent felt a primal need arise from within him.  He never realized just how really lonely he was here in America.  Oh, sure, he had great friends here, but nothing like this.  Here was his desire, his true passion, he suddenly realized.  His heritage had been long known for their passions, and now Laurent discovered why.  His life would never be the same, something deep within him knew.  The possibilities from tonight onward were endless.
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Ted and Mandy stayed until the very end, as the dance was her responsibility.  When the last of the Students had left without incident and the event was officially over, Mandy felt a sense of relief that it had gone off without some terrible tragedy.  At the same time, she felt a sense of wild triumph, a feeling she had so long been denied.  She was back to the top of the heap, the Queen of Bullworth Academy.  Her social status was cemented, her popularity would soar after this night.  All that business with the naked pictures and that perv Ernest would be buried forever.  The last dance disaster would no longer stain her reputation.  She had ascended to the peak once more, and this time she was going to stay.

Mandy practically drug Ted back to the Jock Clubhouse, unable to quell her rising passion for another minute.  Tad told the Jocks, who were assembled on the Football Field and Bleachers, to stay out of the Clubhouse’s new second floor quarters as a courtesy.  That presented no problem, as Coach Sanders had gone away for the holiday, their plans were to stay out under the sodium arc lights and get wasted on booze, something that had been denied them for some time now.

Mandy assaulted Ted when they reached the upstairs.  She tore off her clothes and leaped atop him, bearing him down onto the mattress and pounding her hips into him over and over.  She let loose a huge scream at her peak, and then made Ted do her over and over again.  For his part, Ted had never known her so passionate.  She rose and fell like a piston in a fine racing machine.  Lucky for him he had recovered in full from his wounds in the spring, and became as intensified as she was.  Shortly before dawn, they lay spent, but pleasantly exhausted in their bliss.
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Trent was transfixed.  Here, right in front of him, was a girl who was also sort of a boy.  She had some feminine ways, as in clothing and such, but she had the personality of a WWE wrestler.  She was brash, in-your-face, and had spent the evening bragging about how many guy’s asses she had kicked.  Nominally, even though she could be classified as a Jock-type girl, Paige Parsley seemed more like the ultimate Bully girl in her speech and mannerisms. 

Finally, as they were leaving the dance, Trent worked up his courage.  “You shouldn’t pay any attention to these other yucks.  I’m the leader here.”

“That so ?”, Paige arched a bushy eyebrow. “And that makes you better how ?”

“I saved the school, that’s how”, Trent replied, somewhat stretching the truth. “I shot one of them dudes with a real gun.”

“Hmmm....Think I heard something about that”, Paige remarked, teasingly. 

Her tone emboldened him.  “I think you should go out with the Trent Man.”

“Think so ?”, Paige asked inquiringly.  “Sure. Where to ?”

Trent fumbled.  He hadn’t expected her to accept so quickly.  “Why...Um....We could go....”  He thought quickly, something unusual for Trent,  “....To the Burger Joint !  They’re open late !”

“OK, it’s a date !”, Paige exclaimed, and off they went, just like that.

They were a couple of hours over at the Burger Joint, where they ate sandwiches and tarts, talking over a number of things.  Trent learned Paige wasn’t at all adverse to bullying, as she told him she was already looking to kick some of the girl’s asses over in the Dorm, especially those fat, loudmouth Reform Girls, along with the skinny ones too.  “Those Bitches think they’re tough ?  I’ll show them tough !”, she said, smashing a Beam Cola can upside of her head and squashing it.  As she smiled an evil smile, Trent fell under her spell.  Trent was in love. 

On their way back to the school, Trent asked, “What kinda moves you got ?”, referring to her fighting moves.

“When we get back, I’ll show you”, Paige promised.  When they reached the school, Trent led her back behind the Boy’s Dorm, where nobody would bother them. 

“So, like show me”, Trent challenged.

“Sure”, Page said.  “Come at me.”

Trent charged at her, acting like he was going to belt her one.  Paige grabbed his outstretched arm and pulled, pivoting her hip into his pelvis, then tossing him over like a giant rag doll.

Trent landed on his ass.  “Ouch !  That was Awesome !”

“Try it again”, Paige teased witchingly.

Trent got up and approached her more cautiously.  But he got a bit too close, and Paige lashed out with a leg sweep that put Trent on the ground again.

“Wow !”, Trent said, as he shook his head and got up. “You’re Good !  But how are you at grappling ?”

“I can grapple just fine”, Paige replied, her face flushed with excitement. “Com’on, boy, show me what you got !”

Trent locked arms with Paige and they commenced grappling.  After a half a minute, Trent suddenly let go of one of her arms and latched both hands on the other, then spun her around.  With his head buried in her back, he bear hugged her and lifted her off her feet.  Taking two steps, he smacked her shoulder into the stone wall and then dumped her on her ass.

“Not bad....Not bad”, Paige uttered, a bit out of breath.  There was a stirring within her, adrenalin pumping.  “Let’s go again !”

Paige leaped to her feet and grabbed Trent.  This time, she avoided Trent’s tricks and wound up smacking him up heavily against the Dorm wall.  She kept the pressure on, her face inches from his.

“I’ve got another move”, she uttered in a sensual tone of voice.

“Oh yeah ?”, Trent spoke, struggling against her.  “What’s that ?”

“I’m going to shag you....Right here”, Paige answered, breathing heavily.  “How do you like that, boy ?”

Trent liked that just fine.
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While the other Nerds made their way back to the Observatory, Melvin and Jimmette were walking through Bullworth Town, heading for the Dragon’s Wing...Or more specifically, the basement of the Dragon’s Wing.  The proprietor, Mr Owens, as he was now known, wasn’t above taking a bribe to be conveniently absent from the store entirely this fine evening.  Still, Melvin led Jimmette down the back steps to the basement door, where he produced a key, unlocking the door and leading her inside.

Jimmette had never been to the Dragon’s Wing before.  She looked about the room in wonder, at the posters and battle maps on the walls, at the old ConSumo arcade game right by the door, at Fatty working under a spotlight in the far corner.....

Fatty !!!  Melvin groaned inwardly.  He had forgotten all about Fatty, forgotten he was here, diddling around with some new weapon he’d been working on.  Melvin crossed over to where he was at.  Fatty was so absorbed in what he was doing, he didn’t even notice Melvin was there until he spoke.

“Eh...Hey, Fatty....How’s the Super Spud Gun coming along ?”, Melvin ventured.

Fatty’s head shot up.  The spotlight reflected off his glasses, making him look like a huge Hoot Owl.  “Oh....It’s not.  Too many problems with the trigger release on the increased velocity spring.”

“Uh, yeah....That’s....Disappointing”, Melvin allowed, trying to figure a way to get Fatty to leave.

“But I got something better.  Look.”   Fatty held out a strange-looking contraption.  It was a slim pipe, rigged with a hand-sized grip stock attached, which contained a small trigger. 

“So....What’s this ?”, Melvin asked, his interest peaked.

“It’s a Spud Rifle”, Fatty announced, a look of triumph on his face.

“Well, er....That’s great, Fatty”, Melvin said, wondering if Fatty had finally gone insane.  “Except, uhh....A Potato won’t fit in there.”

“These Potatoes will”, Fatty proclaimed, holding up a tiny object.  Melvin examined it curiously.  It was small and round, about three-quarters of an inch in diameter.  “What is that ?”, he asked.

“It’s a Baby Potato”, Fatty said.  “I got a whole case of them from that Chef guy over at the restaurant.  They’re used in Potato Salads or something.  They come in cans, too, so it’ll be easier to reload them.  I gotta add another pipe underneath for a reloader, and the springs....”

“So, where’d you get the pipes ?”, Melvin asked.

“There was a box of them, under the stairs”, Fatty replied, pointing.  “Plumbing Pipes, it looks like.  Got about 24 here.  More than enough for just us,”

“What do you mean ?”, Melvin asked, but he already knew the answer to that.

“You guys can sell all our weapons”, Fatty said, indicating Melvin and all the other Nerds, “But not this one.  This is just for US.  That Parity stuff is garbage, we get attacked with our own weapons, we’re gonna lose even if we have weapons.  But this will give us the upper hand.”

“What about Thad ?”, Melvin asked.  “Won’t he be....”

“Phffft”, Fatty raspberryed, “He’s not the only one who can make weapons.  He’ll get over it.  I’ll let him invent the trigger springs or something.”

“About the springs”, Melvin asked, “Won’t they have to be stronger ?”

“Naw”, Fatty said, “The same strength tension will velocity these little Spuds five times faster, cause they’re a lot lighter.  Anybody that gets hit will feel just like Rubber Bullets hit then.  Plus, the range will be a lot farther.  We can hit somebody from a hundred yards away.”

Melvin considered for a moment.  “That sounds good, real good.  But, uhh,....Dont you think you ought to take a break now ?  Like, uh, just knock off for the night ?”  He cocked his head towards Jimmette, who was still looking around.

Fatty looked at him balefully.  “Gee, if you want me to leave, why don’t you just say so ?”, he whined.

Melvin tried a different tact.  “Say, aren’t you hungry ?  Bet you’ve been down here all day and forgot to eat, didn’t you ?”

Fatty suddenly realized he WAS hungry.  Very Hungry.  “Umm, Yeah !  I’m Starving !”, he moaned.  His stomach suddenly felt like an empty cavern.

“There’s still some food at the dance”, Melvin suggested.  “It’s about over, but I’ll bet there’s a bunch still out....”

Melvin didn’t even finish his sentence before Fatty had packed his stuff away and went limping for the door.  In a flash, he was gone.  Melvin shook his head.  He should have mentioned food earlier.  But the way was clear now.  He had Jimmette alone.  He called over, “Hey, Jimmette, I want to show you something !”

Jimmette followed Melvin into the little sleeping room off the basement.  She looked around in the dim light, her eyes taking in the spool table, the chairs, and finally lighting on the bed.  The dirty mattress where Algie had had his nut blown off had been replaced with a new one, all comfy-looking with fresh sheets and soft blankets.   

She turned wordlessly and embraced Melvin, running her tongue over his lips before plunging it through.  Gently, she edged him back towards the bed, helping undo his pants before shoving him down.  With a graceful motion, she pulled off her dress and dropped her panties before climbing on him.

Over the course of the next few hours, she showed Melvin things that he had only dreamed of.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tad and Pinky had returned to Harrington House, where Tad wooed Pinky into having sex as a sort-of celebration of the big night and of Pinky getting her jaw unwired.  They had of course been doing it for quite awhile now, and she had indeed felt more bonded to Tad as a result of all the days and night he spent with her in the Clinic.  But tonight, her response to sex was mechanical and unenthusiastic, merely going through the motions.  It was obvious to Tad that something was on her mind.  After their session was finished, Tad broached the question, “What’s wrong, Pinks....You don’t quite seem to be yourself this evening.”

Pinky laid on her side without responding for awhile.  Then, she said, “How is that new girl, Tad ?  I saw you sitting with her.”

“Oh, you must mean Vanessa”, Tad said airily.  “Her name is Vanessa Bouvier, she’s a Prep, just like us, you know.  I was just getting to know her, that’s all.”

“She may be a Prep, but she’s not like us”, Pinky suddenly fumed, sitting up in the bed.  “I know that name, her family is an Ultra-Rich, and she’s probably just a snob !”

Tad was taken aback by her sudden outburst.  “So Bloody What ?  We are also Rich, that’s what being a Prep is all about !”

“You know what I mean !”, Pinky went on.  “She’s OLD money, real old, and we’re not !  After all this mess is over and done with, the Courts and the Lawyers, our families will the POOR rich !

“I don’t think so”, Tad said, rather condescendingly.  “My Father will turn State’s Evidence against Derby’s Father, and it will be the Harringtons in the poorhouse, where they belong.”

“And they will drag my Daddy down with them, did you ever think of that ?”, Pinky exclaimed.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen”, Tad said loftily.  “You shouldn’t worry over such things..”

“And another thing”, Pinky said, going off on another track, “What were you doing sitting with that Bitch anyway ?   Don’t you think everyone SAW ?”

“No, it was kind of dark”, Tad said dismissively.  “Nobody was paying attention anyway.”

“If I could see you from the stage, then everyone could see you !”, Pinky said incredulously.  “Didn’t you think what would do to MY reputation and MY respect to have everyone see you sitting there having funzies with some other girl ?  We’re supposed to be together !  How do you think that looks ?!”

“You should talk”, Tad sneered.  “Everyone can see those goo-goo eyes you lay on that Calderone kid every time he’s anywhere near you !”

“Oh, That Is It !!”, Pinky exclaimed, jumping up and gathering up some sheets and blankets and then stomping towards the door and yanking it open.

“Where do you think you are going ?”, Tad demanded, somewhat harshly.

“I’m sleeping downstairs”, Pinky returned in kind.  “You can stay up here and Diddle yourself !!”

“Oh, Bloody Hell, Then, Go On !”, Tad shouted, but before he could get the last words out, he was already yelling at a slammed door.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Constantinos left the dance, heading towards the Boy’s Dorm.  The dance was winding down, the party over.  Nothing serious had happened, no blood-filled balloons had marred this event, no bombs exploded in the hallways, no armed gunman had appeared attempting to take over the school.  A sense of relief overcame him, an actual school event without any injuries or damage to anyone had come and gone.  It was a brave new Bullworth Academy, all right.

Some students had congregated on the Patio, others were scattered about the front Quad.  Constantinos walked with a light step.  He had come stag to the dance, but had gotten kissed by a girl.  It had happened when the lights were low and the music loud, underneath the staircase in the Great Hall in the shadows.  It was a slim dark-haired girl, one of the new ones, who walked up to him.  She didn’t say anything, just began making out with a surprised Constantinos, poking her tongue in his mouth a swirling it around.  It tasted of alcohol, and Constantinos briefly wondered where she had gotten that, but those thoughts vanished when she started humping up against him.  He had almost went off in his pants. 

Just as suddenly as she had appeared, she was gone, lost in the crowd.  Constantinos looked about for he to no avail.  She hadn’t said anything, even her name.  He looked for her throughout the night, but it seemed that she had turned into a ghost.  However, instead of being depressed about that, as he normally would be in many situations, Constantinos was exalted.  He prided himself in knowing most all the goings-on at the school.  He was confident that he would be able to track her down, given a bit of time.  And maybe, he told himself, there was maybe a chance to have a real girlfriend.

Ahead of him, he saw Tony & Karen, and Nick & Melody heading out the front gate.  They were off to the Vale, he knew, and he also knew just how their night would wind up.  He envied his friends for that, but also wished them well at the same time.  One day, he thought, it would be his time to escort a girl somewhere, anywhere.  It might go a long way to dispel his prevalent gloomy attitude.  He turned down the path that led to the Boy’s Dorm.

Constantinos had just passed the archway into the small Quad of the Dorm when a strange feeling overtook him that he was being followed.  He stopped and then whirled around.  No one was there. He could see clear down the pathway, and clear along the pathway to the Girl’s Dorm, and both were empty.  Cautiously, he waited and looked.  Then he backtracked a bit, glancing in the places one could hide around the arch masonry.  Nothing.  He hesitated for a while, then resumed his trek to the Dorm.  Climbing the steps, he once more looked back.  A couple of the Bullies were hanging about the yard, but that was all.  Shaking his head, he went inside.

Tiffany watched Constantinos enter the Dorm, and giggled.  She had jumped into a trash bin, dress and all, the split-second before Constantinos turned around.  She watched over the lip of the can as he looked around in vain for his stalker, and as he ascended the steps and entered the Dorm.  This one will do, she had decided.  Tiffany had a cute face, but not enough in the other looks department to be able to go after the top dogs, and she knew that.  She was painfully thin, and barely topped 5 feet in height.  She had decided she would get boob implants one day, if she didn’t start growing a pair soon.  This boy here was handsome enough, she reckoned, even with his hang-dog face and bushel of dark hair.  She knew enough to know he was not one of the power-player kids on Campus, but also knew he was connected to some who were. 

It seemed perfect.  She would stalk him, trap him, and make him her slave.  Then, she would make him assist her on her Kleptomaniac Missions.  She would have him eating out of the palm of her hand, and another place too, before much time had passed.  Of that, she was sure.
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Beatrice Trudeau was walking back to the Girl’s Dorm shortly thereafter, all alone.  She had ditched Bucky early on, but had struck out with trying to strike up a relationship with any of the new kids.  She was somewhat attracted to that kid named Alex, but all he could talk about was Sports.  She tried to talk of Chemical Equations and String Theory, but the only person that seemed interested was the new girl Joan.  What a beanpole, she thought.  Not only that, her face looked like she had a major disease.  Beatrice had been through some facial issues herself in her time, but that girl looked like an Acne War just waiting to happen. 

Nick had left the Dance with that insipid little Melody, so Beatrice followed them out.  She hung around the Quad, watching them head off with another couple, Karen and that Tony guy, towards the main gate.  Probably going somewhere, she sighed.  What Nick was doing with that dumbass girl, she just couldn’t figure out.  Nick was muscular, and dreamy, and strong....While Melody was just....Well, wrong for a stud such as Nick.  Beatrice had had her own little ‘fling’ with Jimmy Hopkins last year, but it never got past the kissing stage.  Beatrice was much too prim back in those days.  But now, those hormones were taking over, and even though Beatrice knew what that meant, she was finding it extremely difficult to control herself and her urges, especially where Nick Penty was concerned.

As she began to make the turn towards the Girl’s Dorm (and another lonely night), she was suddenly startled as a figure leaped from the trash can to her right.  It was one of the new girls, her red dress somewhat disheveled from being in the trash can.  She started trotting towards Beatrice, casting a look over her shoulder so that she nearly ran into Beatrice, and would have if Beatrice hadn’t stepped back.  The dark-haired girl, who couldn’t have weighed but 90 pounds, cast her a baleful look as she hurried by without speaking.  She ran on ahead to the Dorm.  After a while, Beatrice followed her, as there would be no date for her tonight, either. 

Beatrice returned to thinking about Nick.  How could she get him away from that little tart ?  At the bottom of the Dorm steps the idea struck her.  Recalling the incidents with her notes and her Diary that had brought her and Jimmy together for a short time, she smiled.  All she needed was a foolproof plan.  She hurried up the steps.  She must get to her room.  She had some Diary entries to write.
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Christy helped Winkie pack up before they left the Dance.  The night was over, and the Trackers were also getting their instruments packed up.  The leader of the band, a fellow going by the name of Axel Flowers, stopped to chat with Winkie about the group’s appearance at the Golden Horseshoe the following night, of which Winkie would be a part of. “Say, Bring your girlfriend along.  We could use a piano player for some of them tunes.”  Winkie nodded and said he would indeed bring Christy along, and everyone took their leave. 

On their walk back to their apartment, they talked of their future.  Christy was exuberant from her debut on the piano, and asked Winkie if it was possible to get Winkie’s new band to include Pinky as a backup singer.  Winkie said he would have to check with the band members.  He didn’t want to start asking too much, as he was a newcomer to the band, and didn’t know the others all that well yet.  But, he said it wouldn’t hurt to maybe arrange Pinky an audition with them and see how it went.

Winkie was carrying his guitar, and pulling his amp on rollers.  It was a long ways to walk.  Christy stopped at one point and pulled off her High Heels to just walk barefoot.  “Don’t you think we ought to think about getting a car ?”

“Well, yes”, Winkie answered, “But I need to make a bit more money before we do that.  There’s also the license, insurance, registration to think of, not to mention gas and upkeep.”

“I’ll put in some from what I’m making”, Christy said, “We could do it, I think.  Beats walking.”

“At some point, I’ll probably have to go out on the road with these guys, too”, Winkie said, “And you want to go to Teacher’s College, right ?  So we have to plan carefully.”

“I know”, Christy said, “But I think we can make it all work out.”

“Besides”, Winkie said with a grin, “We’ll have to go out of town to find a car....No new or used car dealers here !”

“Oh, that’s right !”, Christie exclaimed, laughing.  “Forgot about that !”

They continued their way over the Great Bridge to their apartment.  Christy drew closer to Winkie.  The fires of desire were kindling in her guts, and as soon as they reached their place and hauled the equipment upstairs, Christy could contain herself no longer.  Stripping off her clothes right there, she stood naked before her man.

“Hey You, here’s my flesh”, she teased.  “Are you ready to rock ?”

Winkie was more than ready.  He desired this beautiful girl day and night, and even more on weekends.  They moved to the small bedroom, and Christy covered Winkie with kisses while she helped remove his clothing.  She lay down on the bed, pulling her man with her, and soon her cries of passion echoed off the walls all around the thrusts of their union.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The school was at last quiet.  All the students had left, the hallways were quiet.  Mr. Galloway told Max the Prefects could leave early as well, and just to patrol outside until Midnight, making sure everyone got to their Dorms or wherever on Campus they were going to.  After that, he told them they could knock off early for the holiday tomorrow.

Soon enough, the school was deserted save for three people....One was Mr. Riddle, tucked away on his cot in the basement, turning in early, since he would have his first major clean-up job come morning, taking down the decorations, removing the bunting and other stuff from the tables, and folding and packing away the tables themselves back into the bowels of the basement from where they came. 

The other two people were in the Headmaster’s Office.  Their day finished as well, Mr. Galloway and Ms. Phillips prepared for some celebrating of their own.  For the first time in a long time, a school event had gone off without a hitch.  Even the potentially troublesome Reform School Girls had caused no problems.  There had been no fights, no vandalism, and best of all, no blood-filled balloons falling from the ceilings.  It had gone so well that Mr. Galloway was thinking ahead to having a Prom next year, like a normal school.  As the night had worn on, all his misgivings had melted away in the splendor of the dance.  For the first time, he felt truly in charge of this hallowed institution known as Bullworth Academy.

And as a special treat, Ms. Phillips even allowed him some alcohol, in the form of champagne, which she had been holding back for a special occasion.  They drank a toast to success, they drank a toast to the renewal of Bullworth.  The drank toasts for more than an hour.  The bottle flowed freely on this night, and for a long time afterwards, Mr. Galloway would recall this night as he lay in the throes of his constant craving for both the sauce and the zest of life.

Along about midnight, Ms. Phillips came alive in a flurry of motions.  She stood and stripped off her red gown, tore off her bra and panties and stood before him in only her nylons and heels.  She was as flawless as her students painted her in Art Class, a stunning beauty with perfect breasts and a firm behind.  She ordered Mr. Galloway to drop his pants.  “Lionel...It’s time for your Detention !”, she said, moving closer and pushing him back into the Headmaster’s chair.  Mr. Galloway was a bit tipsy from the champagne, the first alcohol he had had in many months, and he damn near stumbled before he reached the chair, plopping back heavily in the seat.  But the rest of him was at attention, as befitted a Fourth of July firework, and Ms. Phillips quickly mounted him and began slamming herself into his pelvis over and over at a furious rate.

“Ohh...Dedrie....”, He moaned, as the pummeling continued.  Here, he had every thing he had ever dreamed of, an almost impossibility just a year ago, underlaid with despair and drying out trips to the Asylum.  The long days and even longer nights of his lonely existence had been replaced with this important job and this sexy woman.  It was a life born anew, out of the pits of his downtrodden soul.

Why then, did images of Bethany Jones and Christy Martin streak across his mind just now, pushing him even closer to his edge ?
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[BloodChuckZ]

The Vale Hotel had just reopened for business a few days prior to the Holiday.  It had taken a month to clean up and repair the damage caused by the bombing to the lobby and the Shea Restaurant, for the Vale Hotel had to have the best as they served an upscale clientele.  Tony had made reservations for this very night right before he and Karen had gone on their island cruise, hoping the Hotel would be reopened in time.

The four friends entered the lobby. It was thronging with people, mostly out-of-towners that had poured into the valley for the festivities.  The Clerk barely paid any attention when Tony showed the reservations and asked for the room keys, as he was on the phone and other patrons were lined up.  Tony, Nick, and the Girls made their way to the elevator and went up.

The Vale Hotel had only three floors, but it was a long building, stretching a block towards the back.  Tony had been able to get the more expensive third-floor rooms at a discount when he made the reservations, since the Hotel wasn’t making any money while shut down and the management was more than happy to tale a lower, non-refundable cash payment in advance.

They left the elevator and filed down the hall to their rooms.  Tony and Karen had Room 323 and Nick and Melody had Room 324 across the hall. 

“Well, we’re here !”, Tony said jovially, handing Nick his key and then inserting his own into the lock.  No electronic keys in this Hotel, like their was in so many places these days.  Still, since technology was coming to the Vale Valley, it probably wouldn’t be long until they did.  Karen scampered into the room ahead of Tony.

“We’ll see you in the morning...Maybe”, Nick returned, as he unlocked his own door and ushered Melody through.  Nick went in after her, and while closing the door noticed Tony and Karen’s door was already closing as well.  He went over to the room’s air conditioning unit and turned it on, while Melody went into the bathroom to change out of her dress.

Melody Adams was a bit nervous.  This was her first time in such a fancy place.  She wondered just what her Parents would think if they knew where she was tonight.  She shook that thought off, and instead concentrated on getting to look just right for Nick.  Melody was a sort of plain girl, mildly attractive in an average way, with nondescript black hair, which she usually tied back with a white hair band.  Her body was average size too, with breasts that were proportionate to size.  Her best features were her blue eyes and her open, energetic face.  She was smarter than the average girl, and kept to her studies well, sometimes saying she wished she could go to school seven days a week. 

From her purse, she pulled out her evening’s attire, a pink nightie.  She usually liked teddys, but this garment in particular was one she had never worn.  It was sheer, and would show off all those parts of her body Nick had never seen before now.  She was desperately hoping that Nick would find her attractive, for while they had had several sexual encounters over the past few months, they were the hurried ones in whatever places they could find, and she had never been wholly naked in front of him.  She didn’t want him to be disappointed.

She put the nightie on and primped herself as best she could.  Then, taking a deep breath, she emerged from the bathroom.  Nick had set the lights down low, put on some soft music from a TV channel, and arraigned the bed.  Swallowing back her fear, she bravely said, “I totally want to hang out with you !”  A smile trembled on her lips.

Nick stared at her for a moment, and she grew nervous.  Then, he extended his hand and said, “Come over here.”   Slowly she walked the length of the floor and stood in front of him.  Nick embraced her in his arms and kissed her, long and deep. 

“You know....I’m crazy about you”, he said, when they broke the kiss. 

“Oh, Nick”, Melody breathed.  “Show Me.”

Nick gently laid her on the bed.  She could see he was ready for her.  He lowered himself, and they began at a slow, deliciously erotic rate.  Unlike their rough, earlier encounters, this slow pace brought ecstasy to Melody she had never before experienced.  “Ohh, Nicky...I love you...I love you....”, She moaned.  All too soon, her universe exploded in a kaleidoscope of sheer pleasure.  She cried out in a string of curses as she went over the top.
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[BloodChuckZ]

In the other room, Tony and Karen talked for quite a bit on how the dance had gone, and what a refreshing change it was to not have to always be constantly in danger anymore.  It seemed that Tony’s Weapons Parity plan was working, for the had been no major fighting incidents lately.  All the Cliques seemed to be behaving themselves for the present, and Tony hoped that would continue through the rest of the summer.

Granted, the Jocks were too busy training under that rigorous schedule set up by the new Coach, and the Greasers seemed really busy with their Blue Balls enterprise to cause any trouble.  The Preps seemed ever more reclusive, hardly venturing far from Harrington House except for classes, and the Nerds were not being bothered these days as everyone suspected them of having extra weaponry.  Even the Bullies were keeping in line, but weather that was because of their agreement with Tony or not really having anyone to bully anymore, it was difficult to say just why.

After awhile, Tony and Karen’s mutual passions began lighting up, and Karen headed toward the bathroom to make herself ready for the evening.  She had a surprise for Tony....A sheer lime-green nightie with frills on it that looked stunning on her.  Unlike Melody, Karen had no qualms about her looks or her body.  Her times of hanging with the Jocks and exercising had toned her up rather nicely.  She was a bit muscular, but it all was spread around in the right places.  But Karen was also very feminine, with larger than average sized breasts, a firm butt, and shapely legs.  Her auburn-blonde hair was a striking contrast to her deep blue eyes.  And while Mandy, Lola, Christy, and Pinky could have been judged to be the prettier girls at the school, Karen was fast overtaking them, if she hadn’t already.

Karen slipped the nightie on and inspected herself in the mirror.  Tony was going to like what he saw, she was sure of that.  He often told her how beautiful she looked, and this time she would really sparkle.  She tussled her hair a bit, then exited the bathroom.  Tony was just finishing undressing and she saw he had gotten the room ready, the bed turned down and waiting for them.

Coming together, the kissed deeply, long and hard, their passions for one another rising to a fever pitch.  Unlike their friends, they were old hands at this, and knew exactly when their desires peaked to the point of no return.  When that point was reached, they tumbled into bed and began in earnest, hard and pounding.  They went at it again and again, switching positions often, their grunts and cries echoing off the walls as they ravaged each other. 

Finally, spent and exhausted, their breath huffing deeply, they lay spent in the glow of their pleasurable aftermath.  Wordlessly, they caressed each other until they fell into a deep, deep satisfied sleep.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Tony was in a dark place.  Traces of light from above filtered in through the gloom from a jagged hole far, far above.  Tony squinted as his eyes adjusted.  How had he come to be here ?  Finally, he could discern he was in a huge cavern that stretched for miles in diameter.  He could just barely make out the other side.  There were all sorts of unidentifiable obstacles that littered the way to where he saw he must go.  Glancing upwards, he made out that the cavern was dome-shaped, and came together at the irregular hole at the apex of it, Hundreds...No, Thousands of feet overhead.  A great loneliness engulfed him.  There was no one to be seen, and he had the sense that this great cavern was empty of all life.  Unlike his previous forays into these netherworlds, there were no bloody bodies with severed limbs or corpses of his friends cut in half.  There was nothing, save for those unknown shadowy obstacles, only desolation.  It was very quiet.  Tony tried  shouting, but his yells were swallowed up in the gloom with nary an echo.  A sense of grief washed over him.  Something was missing, maybe irrevocably lost, and he despaired of ever finding it again.  But find it he must, whatever the cost, for without it he would wander in this place of misery for all eternity. 

Something Wicked This Way Comes.  Tony began to move, onward to whatever destiny awaited him. 

The dream shifted somewhat, and Tony’s legs moved in his sleep.  He turned to his side and laid his arm across Karen.  Asleep, she nestled against him, and as she did, Tony’s dream faded into oblivion.
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[BloodChuckZ]

As Independence Day dawned, the Vale Valley really sprang to life.  There were shops open everywhere, Particularly in the Vale section, with merchandise set out into the streets.  Crowds thronged from early morning to early evening, much of those were out-of-towners who had flooded the area for more effectively  than water from the Dam (had it been blown up) would have.  The Vale Valley was the new 'Hot Spot’, fueled as such by the nationwide publicity of the happenings that had taken place here, and kept alive by the viral web of the Internet.  Everybody, it seemed, wanted to visit the Valley, to see the towns, to be at the place where they had heard and read so much about.  The population of the Valley, nominally just a few hundred, had swollen to more than five thousand people on this weekend.

Since parking had become a huge problem, charter buses had been commandeered to bring in the hordes of those seeking a look and a stay in the Valley areas.  The Valley’s only Motel, the In-And-Out Motel, was packed 10 people to a room.  The other three Hotels were similarly booked up, doing the best business of their histories.  Not to be left out of the money train, many of the Townspeople were renting space out in their homes at outrageous prices, or spaces in their yards for people to just camp out in.  Many had already sold parking spaces in their yards, similar to what one would see at racing events, for as much as $250 a slot.  At the large Vale Park, people were camped out everywhere, as if it were one of those huge campgrounds like KOA.  The cash was flowing quite freely, and it was intoxicating to the long-time residents of the Vale Valley, who’s economy had for years been suppressed by the few rich and powerful who controlled it.

In Bullworth Town itself, the Courthouse Square area was filled with people.  The wreckage of the Founder’s Statue had long since been removed, but it became a gathering spot much as Ground Zero, with people taking plenty of photos and starring at what once was and no longer there.  The Town’s only Gas Station, The Oil Spill, was constantly crowded with vehicles seeking fuel or some other mechanical service.  The shops and stores that had re-opened were doing as much business in this one day as they would have in 10 years time.   

Even the Tennaments and New Coventry had gotten in on the act.  The streets were also crowded there as the overflow of outsiders had swarmed into the area.  Some had even broken into the condemned buildings and were camped out there like squatters.  Everywhere one looked, there were throngs of people, moving about on the streets, the shops, the stores, the bars.  The Bike Park building, much to the dismay of the Greasers, was opened up to accommodate even more people for the weekend. 

Curiously, few of the newcomers to the Valley ventured over across the small bridge to Blue Skies.  Those of the tourists who did would usually drive, taking quick looks at the damaged Spencer Warehouse or taking the road out to Happy Volts Asylum for a quick look through the repaired gates and then turning around, scampering back to the more favorable areas.  There was still rampant rumors of poison gas blanketing the area, and car windows were kept tightly rolled up.  Most of the gasses had been dispersed by the winds in early June, but a faint oder still remained, enough to convince the less knowledgeable not to hang around the area too long.

But one group still hung around there, for it was their home.  They were fugitives now, but because of what had gone down during the Punk’s bombings, nobody really realized that...With the exception of the few leftover Police Officers who had been kept on, who weren’t about to say anything regarding the escapees.  Having been passed over for a promotion to Police Chief in favor of Fire Chief O’Rourke (who was doing both jobs for now), and only retaining their jobs by the barest of threads, they weren’t about to admit to their huge lapse of duty in allowing their prisoners to escape during that ensuing power outage.

And so it was, for the time, that the group was free to plot and plan.  And their zero hour was fast approaching.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The Fourth of July parade began at noon, just about when Tony, Nick, and the Girls left the Vale Hotel.  They had slept in until about 10 o’clock or so, then went down to the Shea Restaurant for lunch around 11 o’clock before checking out.  The parade had organized in the tunnel area leading to the Carnival, and made it’s way East on Vale Boulevard. The route of the parade took it over the South Bridge, past the school, over the Great Bridge and into the downtown area of Bullworth Town before ending by circling around the Courthouse Square, which wasn’t really square at all, but horseshoe-shaped. 

The Parade featured the usual participants, important Bullworth citizens riding in cars, including some of the better-looking women of the area, like Ms. Isaacs,  Ms. Rushinski, Miss Kopke, and even Bethany Jones, now representing the school.  There were also some imported marching bands from outside the valley, some jugglers, and even some Shriners with their funny little scooters.

But the biggest thing in the parade was the floats.  Several businesses had chipped in for floats, looking to cash in on the national publicity with the exposure.  CNN was televising the parade live, as a special news program.  The commentators would be talking about recent events and the revival of the hitherto-unknown Vale Valley. 

Random Draws were assigned for the floats, and they were interspersed by the other marchers and cars.  First down the line was Betty Toombs of the Final Cut, with her float depicting rows and rows of spiky wigs and all sorts of strange Goth-type products.  Not to be outdone, Maria Teresa of Hair, Nails, & Beauty followed with her float, with several bath-robbed women on it under hair dryers, soaking their hands and feet in tubs of water.  Next came Mr. Moratti of The Happy Mullet Barber Shop under a giant pair of scissors, with various men parading around sporting various stylish haircuts.  Mr. Carmichael of  The Aquaberry Store followed next, with a floatfull of mannequins showing off the various Aquaberry clothing under a flashing blue Neon Aquaberry sign. 

The next float down the line was the Shiny Bike Shops float, highlighted by Tobias Mason astride a giant replica of the Lightning F-40, reputedly the fastest bike in the world.  Below him in a circle were sparkling shiny new bikes the were available at his stores.  Next came Nicky Charles of the Worn-In Clothing Store.  His float was piled high with Goodwill boxes and Dressmaker’s dummies clad in various used clothing.  The Crab Seafood Restaurant float followed, manned by Mr. Martin underneath a huge Red Crab, with chum buckets spread all around.  The Yum-Yum Markets float was next, with Mr. Oh and his Clerk Stan balanced atop a set of giant scales, with bags of groceries were set around the parameter.  Following next was the float of the Mental Dental that featured a huge tooth in the center with what looked like robot drills spaced around it.  Dr. Bambillo was seated towards the front, next to a couch that had a person playing a patient laying on it.  Then the Chef’s French Restaurant float followed, with the Chef actually cooking various delicacies while standing beneath a huge Croissant.

Tony, Karen, Nick, and Melody walked past the Vale Theater and arrived just in time to see the Chef’s float go by.  They waved from the crowd, and the Chef saw them, giving a thumbs up sign before resuming his cooking duties on the large stove mounted on the float.  But it was the last float in line that was the surprise and shocker for Tony and his friends.  It was the float the Preps had been working on all week, and it was the only float entered by anyone from the school.

On it, the Preps had constructed a smaller replica of their boxing ring over at their private Gym.  Parker and Justin were sparring about the ring, lightly punching each other.  Scattered about the parameter were the other Preps cheering them on.  On a platform at the back, Bryce stood punching a large bag, near a banner that read, “Prep Pride”.  While the mostly out-of-town crowd cheered this float just like any other, the regular townspeople gave it disgusted looks and some even popped up their middle fingers and shook them at the Prep float.  They weren’t going to soon forget that these boys were the sons of the men whose iron-fisted control of the Vale Valley had almost brought them to their ruin.

Tony watched the Townspeople’s reactions amusingly.  If the Preps thought that this was going to bolster their status in the community, they were sorely missing the point.  After the recent near-destruction of the Vale Valley, most of the Townspeople harbored a vile ill-will toward all of the Prep families, even those who had formerly dealt with them.  It mattered not to them that it was Jake and the Punks who had set off the bombs, but it did matter to them that Harrington and his kind were the ones that made that possible in the first place.

Tony shook his head and urged his friends on.  There was a couple of errands to do on this day, and he had better get to it.  One in particular they had been waiting to accomplish for a very long time.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The four went back to the school to change their clothes and get some more comfortable duds from their wardrobes.  Once that was done, they met up again at the front gates and trekked into Bullworth Town, walking across the Great Bridge and straight ahead down Main Street.  There was a new Electronics Store opening up, and Tony heard that they were going to have all the newest nifty stuff available.  However, when they got there, they found very little stock yet available, no I-pads or I-phones were there.  They did have a bunch of elementary Cell Phones in stock, and that was really what Tony was after.  There was no camera functions or even a text screen, but they were cheap enough.  After so long without anything of the kind, it was sure better than nothing.

Tony bought four phones, one for himself and one each for Nick, Melody, and Karen, and then had them activated.  He also bought a fifth phone, which he had put on restricted access.  There was now the very first completed cell-phone tower in the Vale Valley, located up on the plateau in Old Bullworth Vale not far from the cabin where Derby had tortured Kurt.  Doubtless there would be others, in time.  But this would do for now.  Tony felt a bit more comfortable with having direct access to Karen.  He’d had a strange disturbing dream last night, and even though he didn’t recall much of the dream, it nonetheless made him uneasy.  There had been no jarring images of destruction and death as in his past dreams, and yet....There was a remnant of the feeling of great loss, of unbearable loneliness.  Tony couldn’t figure it out.  Everything was going smoothly now, there was no imminent threat, no mad bombers, no enemies to defeat.  Still, Tony couldn’t shake the feeling of something.....Undefined.

They left from the Electronics Store then and strolled over to Worn-In Clothing, where Tony and Nick waited outside patiently while Karen and Melody shopped.  They took time to observe the old Bullworth Theater down the street while they waited.  The old Theater was getting a renovation at last.  The front and lobby areas were gutted out, and new interiors were being installed.  When finished, patrons of the In-And-Out Motel would have an entertainment venue close by.  That would no doubt please the shadowy Indian owner of the Motel.  In a strange flash of thought, Tony realized he didn’t even know the owner’s name. 

When the girls finished shopping, they came out loaded with bags and sacks.  The four walked back to the school.  It was still afternoon, and the festivities weren’t set to began in earnest until later, capped by the planned Fireworks show this evening.  Time enough for Tony to do a quick mission.

Two sets of eyes watched them as the group moved, and then followed them at a discrete distance.
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