“Second, I want you to go to a Psychologist for some mental support. I can see you are dealing with what happened well but ... please, just so we ca... all rest well? I’ll pay for it”Nicky agreed, “Thank you, Alene.”The girls mumbled on for a bit. Nicky’s story made the girls lose the sexual arousal and so, they went on with their day. They made breakfast, made an appointment with a psychologist for Nicky, and watched TV. Around 12 PM Alene’s phone rang, it was Angie.“Hi Alene,” her voice said. Steve looked so hot. He was wearing the blue dress I bought him for Christmas, the one that was so short his dick showed if lacy panties weren't holding it in. Long blond tresses fell over his shoulders and his green eyes glistened like diamonds. I couldn't wait to rip his dress off and explore the treats it was hiding."Ouch!" I said again and flicked another flea off my face. "Little fuckers. They're gonna eat me alive."Steve laughed. "Come with me," he said. He took my hand and led me down. I suspect her eyes were glazed, but it was hard to tell, because mine were glazed for sure, and everything looked kind of fuzzy.“You said you weren’t worried about kissing,” I croaked.“Maybe you should have some punch and take a little break,” suggested the self-appointed representative of the morals police. Or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe teachers got assigned. I had a quick little fantasy of a piece of paper on the bulletin board in the teacher’s lounge. At the top were the words “Morals Police. I'm kinda fond of my face."Fran was just leading Sammy out, but she turned. "You're just about the only one who is!"I flipped her off. Dolores just sat there staring at me and shaking her head, looking dazed."I thought I'd done it," she said. "I was sure you'd deliver me back to the pen. Why'd you do that? Why'd you back me up?" Because you have rights, Ms. Jorgensen, and those rights were violated by Mr. Daniels. While the state wants you to show that you are ready to rejoin society, the state.