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Story of April

By: cowboy109



Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was the most boring thing to focus on. Yet, it provided peace and calm to follow the mechanical details of the chair.

"Your friends don't love you. Your friends use you for a purpose. That friend that just left, she only hangs out with you, because you can so totally let yourself go. She wants to experience that relaxation. That's all she wants. She does not care about you."

The step father was standing in the door of her room. His face was tense. His body moved forcefully, fast, and short with each phrase of the sentences that came out of his mouth. In her body, she could feel her physical heart tearing with terror. Physically, he was at a good distance, yet she felt like she had no space left. She tried to shut him out.

Her gaze focused back down to the casters on her chair. A black and white converse sneaker was pushing onto the beams that connected the little wheels to the center base of the chair. She had gotten the converse sneakers on a vacation trip to Italy. Instead of 'made in China,' they said 'fatto in Cina.' The black color of the canvas was a little different to fit the Italian taste. Only an insider would know. A cute boy at the hotel had written 'me amore' on the white toe tip. She remembered feeling good and excited in the foreign city meeting her new friend.

"You are so lazy. You spend your afternoons doing nothing. But, that's why Stephanie likes you. She is also an outcast without friends, bad grades, and a lack of life aspiration."

"But Stephanie really likes me. We had fun. We were going for a run together. We are good friends."

"C'mon, you are so naïve. You believe in those cartoons that you waste your time on, don't you? She has nobody else and she doesn't want to be alone. That's the only reason she is hanging out with you. She doesn't like you. She only pretends to keep your affection."

Her chin fell down on her chest. She saw her own cleavage. She saw the center of her teeming, young breast that did not grow that well. They always reminded her of buying plants in a store. The plants were always lush, full, and beautiful in the store. However, once they came home, the plants started to shrivel and lose foliage. Her breasts were kind of like that. She was stuck with them to love as her own, yet they didn't hold up to what beautiful breasts should look like.

She looked at the sliver of pink bra that cradled her breasts. There was a bit of a gap between the skin of her breasts and the bra, because they clothes didn't fit. In the morning, she had felt so proud and daring for wearing the pink bra that was visible beyond her clothes. She had felt titillating to the boys for showing a bit of her underwear. She had felt daring and strong to the girls, because she was showing how progressive she was.

Right now, it made her feel horrible. The stomach rolled over in agony over it. She stood out like a sore thumb, when she wanted to hide, crawl away, become invisible to blend in with the wall paper. The menacing step dad kept going at her. He did not leave, despite her silence. She felt helpless.

Her lungs wanted to quiver. She did not want to let him see her lungs quiver. She tried breathing deep, slow, and controlled. Seconds later, her chest quelled up with a deep inhale that on the exhale released quivering all over her body. Tears burst out of her eyes. Runny snot emerged from her nose. Everything overwhelmed her. She ran.

She only paused to think, when she was sitting on the closed toilet lid with her knees pulled up to her chest. Snot and tears were running out of control. Her body was quivering on its own. The bathroom door was closed. He had not tried to stop her. He had not followed her. He didn't even try calling after her.

Sad and alone is how she felt. Her young life was so promising. She had worked hard to get into an elite school. She was supposed to have fun with girl friends. She was supposed to tease the guys. She was supposed to be loved and held. There she was all alone crying in a bathroom. She was crying over her own beauty and the beauty of life that she could not get.

The minutes calmed her down. The terror of her step dad never left her. Though, you can't sit in a bathroom forever. You have to do something. She opened the door. He was gone. She went back to her room. Well, school would not wait for her. She had to do her math homework. She pulled out the notebook and put on headphones. Punk music drowned out her feelings so that she could focus on clear mathematical thoughts.

The next morning, the shrill screeches of the alarm woke her up. It was still dark outside. She had gotten up fifteen minutes early to study her bible. The bible study guide said that as Christians, we have to forgive our evil doers. We have to follow Christ's example. The bible study guide explained the pitfalls of forgiveness: Conditional forgiveness is not true forgiveness. We must forgive without expecting anything in return. Forgiveness for show does not count. If we get only one ounce of goodwill or better standing among the men of our community, then our forgiveness does not count in heaven.

April thought about her step father. She forgave him. She forgave her mother for never standing up for her. She prayed to be forgiven for any ill thoughts that she had about her step father. There was the day fantasy of screaming at her step father. She felt very guilty about that. She also remembered that yesterday during lunch, she had not shared the last cookie on the desert tray with her sister. She felt guilty and wrong about that. She asked Jesus for forgiveness for her failures. And, she would use her pocket money to buy her sister a cookie twice the size to mend her damage.

Half hour later, her morning routine was done. She stepped into the cool morning air with her book bag strapped to her back. The book bag wasn't just any book bag. The leather was pale brown leather. The seams were stitched with a large black thread. The book bag was the exact replica from a rock video, where the daughter of the lead singer climbed out of a school bathroom to ditch school. She admired the confidence in the girl to wear short skirts, drive a convertible, and seduce a male model to skinny dip only to run off with his clothes. One day, April would be that strong and rule the world. The book bag made her feel like she could touch that world. At least, she had the sense of style of that rock video girl.

The moon hung low over the buildings. The atmosphere magnified the moon into a giant orange ball with its freckles of dark lunar spots guiding her to school. The classroom was a busy shuffling of teenagers. They had five minutes to class start and so much to do: Put jackets on the chair's back. Pull out the books for class. Drink last sips of refreshments. Catch up with friends. The teacher had an extra green sweater on. The teacher was one of those serious teachers: Dressed like a teacher, focused on getting his lecture done, and on to the next class room.

Next to April sat Emma. Emma was one of those failing students that didn't care about her grades. Yet, Emma took offense at anyone studying hard or trying to impress the teacher. Emma's sweater had a worn green color that stretched a little lighter to fit around her belly. Her fingers were clammy and stubby. They were also wrapped around April's pencil eraser.

"Give me back my eraser!" whispered April, while looking straight ahead.

"Make you a deal: You get me Joana's text book in exchange for your eraser."

April reached over to Emma's half of the desk to get the eraser back by force. Emma smoothly pinched April's side under the table with a terribly painful effect. April's offense weakened like a slushie in the sun. The teacher took notice and rebuked April, while ignoring the gleeful smile on Emma's face.

With a red face, April slumped into her chair to figure out a plan for getting her eraser back. Emma played with the eraser trying to make it balance on the skinny side. The teacher talked about the Mexican-American war that started in 1846.

"April, you have to give me Joana's text book. She can look into the text book of her number. I didn't bring mine and can't follow class."

"I am not stealing Joana's text book for you. Give me back my eraser."

April's face grew narrow and focused. Emma seemed to grow larger.

"Okay, when the teacher reaches the point, where the army crosses the Rio Grande, I will fart on your eraser."

With that Emma's hands slipped down the back of her jeans. They were cheap and plain jeans, probably picked up at a Chinese thrift store. They were worn a year to long. Her panties were plain grand ma panties. The top of the panties was rolled over, because the elastic band had been worn out. Emma's hand slipped under the jeans and panties to position the eraser between her voluminous butt cheeks. April was ready to cry and did not know what to do.

Joana, the only black student in class, had taken notice of the hushed turmoil next to her. So, she clutched the text book on her belly with both arms around it. A boy excitedly whispered to his desk mate that Emma was going to fart on April's eraser. The class grew a bit quieter with excited expectations on their face.

April tried to stomp Emma's foot under the table. Emma was used to fights. Her reflexes made her pull the foot away before April head a chance. The teacher gave April a stern look before turning back to the blackboard to write a bullet point about the army crossing the Rio Grande. Emma let out a loud fart that lasted for about three seconds. A few students laughed. A couple knocked their heads against the desk in an effort to contain themselves. Joana moved her chair as far away as possible from April and Emma. The teacher admonished the class once more to pay attention.

Emma leaned into April to whisper into her ear: "I had big meat balls with pasta last night." April gave up and tried to focus on remembering the dates and major events of the war for the test next week. She had to get a good grade to make up for all the bad ones earlier that year. She could not afford to slip. For the last two years, her ma had made her promise her dad that she would get better.

They had a deal about the year end grades. For every A, she would get two bucks. For every B, she would get one buck. C grades didn't count anything. For every D, she would get whacked on the bottom ones. And for F grades, she would get whacked on the bottom twice. Her step dad had never touched her for the bad grades, yet April clearly understood that she deserved those. It was only his generosity that had spared her the corporal punishment. So, April had to pay attention to class and surrender her eraser. She would have to do a lot of crossing out mistakes in her notes instead of erasing.

Emma realized that April had left the power struggle. And, power struggles with only one party are boring. So, Emma upped the stakes by reaching into the back of her pants. She fished for the eraser between her fat butt cheeks. Then, she tipped her head to April.

"You eraser is already at the tip of my anus. You better hope that I wiped well, because it was a big load this morning that went into the can. You give me Joana's text book by the time that the teacher reaches the annexation of California by America, or your eraser goes inside my ass to mingle with my poop. It's your choice. Be a friend and help me out with the textbook."

April despaired. She gave up. How could she overpower Emma without raising the teacher's attention? Emma would not listen to her. April tried to pay attention to the teacher. However, her toes kept tapping up and down nervously. She was stuck. The class room was divided on Emma being way disgusting or secretly enjoying some Schadenfreude.

The teacher raised his voice to announce the annexation of California. Tough silence gripped the class room, except for the lecturing teacher. Emma's face distorted. The orifice of her mouth relaxed to a bathroom face. Her cheeks twitched to indicate an unusual body feeling. Her hand was deliberately moving around her hind. A bright grin announced the successful insertion of the eraser and relief of the awkward sensation of anal insertion.

All the students in class started announcing their forceful opinion at once: "Fuck, she can't do that!" "She is tough." "Poor girl!" "That eraser is so disgusting." The teacher realized that the uproar was centered around Emma, also he did not know the details. So, he could not punish her. To shut her up, he asked her to read a historic excerpt from the textbook.

Emma pointed out that she had forgotten her textbook. The teacher marked the failure in his tally. Then, his eyes roamed for the next visible textbook. It was Joana's. He told Joana to give Emma her textbook. Joana was reluctant. She held onto her textbook. The textbook was wrapped in brown recycled paper. All her friends had left her little notes, poems, and quotes on the cover. They were written with colorful pens and pretty girlish hand writing. There were cute stickers of animal baby's sniffing the world. Joana did not want to hand that pretty jewel into the butt stained hands of thuggish Emma. The teacher lowered his glasses to the front of his nose. Joana had to.

At the end of class, Emma made a relieved sigh. The sigh sounded on purpose just to rub things really in with April. Then, Emma swiftly pulled the eraser out of the back of her panties and dropped down under April's front clothing. April felt on her skin, how the eraser had pretty much a free fall between her boobs until the eraser got caught in a fold of fabric near her navel. April was near crying about the knowledge of Emma's poo trail down her body and the possible brown stains. Yet, she was a tough soldier and suckered up her emotion to avoid more embarrassment in front of her class mates.

Swiftly yet deliberately, she got a tissue out of her pocket to isolate the eraser in a safety bubble of tissue. With a second tissue, she traced the eraser's fall line on her skin. As she maneuvered around under her clothes, the teacher stopped lecturing. He stared at April working hard under her sweater. His mouth gaped open. His mind evidently was asked too much to switch from the Mexican American war to suppressing his sexual urges for young girls to mustering a respectable response. The bell saved them all. The scrambling of students to meet their next class washed away the incident.

Only, April was left feeling disgusted and like an outcast until she could get home, change and shower.

Luckily, it was Friday. That meant no school for two days and it was bible study group time. She had a few friends in the study group. Also, they did fun stuff from time to time, like a party or play volley ball in a nearby park. April's aspiration was to become good enough to be allowed to do an inspirational talk. Maybe, another three months and they would put her on the program. She had already read a few books on how to organize inspirational talks.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, she boarded the bus to the church. She always went to the back, because that's were the cool kids are. Though, sometimes, scary questionable people like the back of the bus as well. There was Steven. No, she had never met him. But, people knew a few rumors about Steven.

He was two years older than April. He was tall with short spiky black hair. His body language showed that he owned the place by spreading his legs wide and leaning his hands over three other seats. He looked intently at April. April stole little inconspicuous glances to get a picture of him.

Steven's jeans were old and ripped. He had patched them together with duct tape. It could have made him look like a homeless person, if he hadn't drawn druid characters on the stripes of duct tape. Druids are old Germanic alchemists with secret powers. They have their complete own alphabet. Steven had learned their alphabet and allegedly read a real druid book. People were divided on all druid stuff being fake or if he had stumbled on something very secret and very real.

April's glances were all too obvious for Steven, because he kept staring at her. April was wearing an above the knee skirt. The skirt was a narrow brown tube with a deep cut at the front to let April make steps. April had to be careful to cross her knees. Her feet were embraced by low black high heels and socks that went up to below her knees in a baby blue with red lines to make it look sharp.

April could feel Steven's intend energy. It made her feel as if he was grapping her hard and not letting go of her. April did not want to do anything to draw Steven to come clothes. Steven was wearing a black leather jacket with embedded medal ornaments to make him look tough. Rumors had it that Steven was seen with a gun a few times. He was without a home. So, he probably carried everything that he owned on his body, including the gun.

Steven stood up and made two steps towards April. Her heart fastened. She felt pinned. She was afraid that running would only trigger the predator instinct in Steven. Steven was so tall that he could easily put his elbows onto the hand railings at the top of the bus. He rested hanging from in between his two elbows. His leather jacket was folded wide open. His undershirt was lifted up to exposes two inches of his belly. The skin was smooth. The muscles under the skin formed the bumps for a hard six pack. His belly wasn't just the beautiful six pack of male models in commercials. His abdomen was tough as if toughened from fights and living in the streets.

Steven's stare at April made everyone in the bus uncomfortable. An old woman in plain brown grand ma shoes and clothing shifted her walking cane around uneasily. Steven stared directly at April's chest. April was wearing a neat purple-pink blouse that fitted smoothly and had a smooth textile. April crossed her arms in front of her chest. She shrugged spontaneously, when she realized that she had only achieved pushing her breasts together with her arms to make them look even sexier. Steven laughed as if he could laugh at whatever he pleased.

The bus driver stopped the bus. He walked down the aisle with the attention of the passenger following him. The bellied and bearded man in his forties yelled at Steven to get out of the bus immediately. The bus driver suit projected power for a moment. Steven raised his head slow to face the bus driver: "What?" His 'what' was slow and powerful. Hearing it everyone on the bus could feel the vibrations resonating from deep in Steven's chest. The vibrations that everyone could feel re-vibrating in their bodies gave them an idea of how frail and small their bodies were in comparison to Steven's muscular and outlaw physique.

The bus driver turned around and shuffled back to his seat, while yelling incoherently. The bus beeped its warning. The driver drove on.

Steven went back to staring at April's body. Her face was white and rosy. Her eyes had a dramatic frame of small, yet black eye lashes and eye brows. April's hair was black and smooth as it fell long around her head until it reached the ends, which curled softly and naturally.

Steven's index finger reached and pushed against April's skin. His finger was right in between the top of her blouse that had two buttons undone. His first knuckle bend backward due to the strength of his pressure on the finger. April completely froze unable to move, talk, or even think.

In a slow and determined rumble putting emphasis on every syllable, he said to her: "You have the soul of a princess. But you live in an oppressive environment. You are born to fight for freedom and live as a ruler of your world."


Story of April



With that Steven turned around. He walked out at the next bus stop. The bus stop was in a no man's land. A park was there, not a pretty city recreation park. Abandoned weeds and trees that had grown on their own for years provided a maize of hiding places for people and the broken beer bottles that they brought. A few times a year, the police would come with water pressure machines to flush everyone out of the park. For the rest of the year, the wild kids and young not-so-grownups had the run of the place. 

You could get everything in that park that your parents didn't want you to get. Everyone shared Marijuana there. You could walk up to any fire circle after dawn, join, and enjoy a joint. If you got in with the tough class mates from school, you'd still experience the giddiness about doing something illegal. If you got in with the kids in college and vocational school, you'd get to hang out in a group that was much too used and bored with getting high.

Of course, there were also specialized groups. Ask around and find the right group to get access to hard drugs. But beware, some of them don't have anything to lose in the way of grades. They break out real fights that end up in hospitals. They can take whatever is on your body without reproach by anyone. How can you proof to the police that the jacket is yours, when it is your word against theirs? When you run with the wolves, you gotta become a wolf.

There are also the specialist groups that know how to tattoo with a regular office pen and a disposable lighter. There is a hardcore group that does piercings. Nobody from the city talks to them. But, once in a while piercing masters from other cities come to study with them. There are the musician groups that drum or play guitar. Basically, you can get all the cool stuff that a teenager would want in an atmosphere of danger.

And, danger there is. Once you strip away the middle class kids in punk costumes and look in the shade, there are real adults. Those adults are not there, because they find the scene cool. They washed out from society and are hiding. They switch between supplying drugs and illegal goods to psychotic rages to hiding in the dirt under a bush for days.

That's were Steven left the bus. That was his world. And, he was one of the princes of that world.

The bus spilled April out at the front steps of the church. The church was a modern looking building with big blocky concrete. Only a couple discrete crosses gave away the function of the building. Inside the meeting room, the girls welcomed her warmly with hugs and kisses. The boys were on the opposite side of the room. The adult leaders were busy organizing their notes and posters.

One of the girls excitedly grabbed April's hand and pulled her away to the bathroom. She was welcomed into the inner circle of the cool girl's in bible study. They were chattering about who would dare to wear the shortest skirt. Of course wearing a mini-skirt was frivolous. However, wearing a short skirt showed being progressive.

For a lack of ruler, the leader girl of the group took a tissue paper and folded it two times in the same direction. "Okay, that's about an inch." Then, she measured the distance from her knee to her skirt line. It was a blue fluffy skirt. She measured three inches. The toilet paper was passed around. The next girl tried pulling her skirt a little higher to gain a quarter inch or so. April was leading with the second longest distance between the knee and the skirt's hem line. She was happy about the attention and status that she gained.

The girl with the longest hem line felt sore about losing out. Victoria was the oldest girl in the group and had been with the church, when the old pastor was still there. She was used to being considered as a leader. Victoria was a little plumb with a mouth that had big lips that always gave her a look as if she were sulking. She had a jewelry hair pin in her hair that was equally old fashioned and elegant. Her clothes were usually a fashion season or two behind. Not only were her parents on the poor side, she also had no sense of fashion. Yet, she was respected, because she was the oldest.

"Modesty rules. You are all tempting the men of our congregation in your frivolous way. A woman has to cover herself up at all times to help the men stay on their righteous course."

"Crossing the legs and sitting down straight has to become second nature. As a practice exercise, I am not going to wear any panties under my skirt. That way, I have to be really careful to perfectly move like a lady."

That said, Victoria reached under her fluffy skirt to pull her panties over down to where they would drop on the floor on their own. Her high heels with the big straps and buckle stood in between the two circles that her panties made. The floor was spick-and-span clean from the devoted church volunteers that cleaned daily.

Victoria bent over to pick up her panties. For a lack of a purse, she stuffed them inside of her large bra. Then, she smiled, crossed her knees, and made a little squat like a beauty contestant.

After a pregnant pause, the other leader of the group, dropped her panties as well. Then, everyone followed in a mad scuffle. A wall flower had really risqué panties from Victoria Secrets. One girl had little girl panties with happy cow faces printed on white cotton. It was time to leave. And, they all strutted out together.

April felt so self conscious. Not only did she were a skirt with no panties, but there was also a deep slit at the front of her skirt. She could felt her buttocks touching the soft fabric of the skirt. She could feel at the very bottom of her coolness and freedom from the air drafts that caressed her down there. Paranoia made her carefully look at the gazes of the young men and church leaders in the room. Like the other girls, she had her knees tightly crossed. And, she kept them there despite the upper leg falling asleep with tingling. She might fall, if she'd try to stand up now.

The room was decorated like a den to make it more welcoming for the young adults. Low couches lined the wall of the room, where everybody sat. There were no tables or rows of chairs to hide the hips under or behind. Everyone could look at everyone. A nice sound system played the Christian music songs that they sang along with. Colorful large sheets of paper had snap shots from group trips taped to them. Cheerful motivational posters reminded everyone to do their best.

During the break, Bob approached April. Bob was in his thirties. He had blond hair and a Jesus beard. He wore a neat shirt that lovingly curved his big gut. A little bit of baby throw up on his shoulder and the sandals finished his father look.

"Silent waters are deep waters. I always belief that there is something special to you, because you are quieter than everyone else, April."

"I know that you are really motivated to lead one of our evenings. As a practice, to get your ready for that, would you be willing to lead the prayer today? We are going to talk about forgiveness today. And, we are looking for a confessional type prayer that really stands out as an example for our friends to follow."

"The talk will talk about how Jesus told us to love our enemies as much as ourselves or even more. Can you be that strong person that shows us, how to love our enemies so much in a personal prayer with god?"

"Of course, Bob. It would be such a delight. I am so glad that you are thinking of me!"

Bob turned around to resume his seat from where he presided with a stack of handouts for later. April's mind busily wordsmithed her prayer. She only took in the talk in passing. What would be the biggest enemy in her life? What would be the biggest thing that she could do to love that enemy?

By the time that it was April's turn, the room had grown heavy and solemn. Some of the study participants hunched over with folded hands. Others leaned back with their palms raised to the sky. Some boy eyes kept squinting around the room, if any of the girls in skirts would move her legs. The room suddenly felt dark like the middle of night.

April leaned forward: "Oh, dear lord, how often do I forget in the moment that you love everyone just as much as much. How can I hate or fight against, what you love? Today, a girl in school did something really awful to me. And, I tried to fight her for it. But now as I sit in your light, I realize how small minded and full of anger I was. Please, forgive me. Help me! Guide me to feel my heart filling of love for that class mate. Help me see her side of the story, because everything is a two way street. However, evil we think other people treat us, that's how they feel that we treat them. Lord, give me the strength to talk to that girl in class first thing on Monday to ask her for forgiveness for my selfish actions. Amen."

Amens and hallelujahs resounded through the room. Someone threw a box of tissues to April. Everyone got up and shuffled out of the door for post-meeting ice cream at a close by ice cream store.

An old, dark alley was a short cut to the ice cream place. Jennifer strutted ahead. Jennifer was this young girl that only recently joined us. Her parents moved from a pretty rural place. So, she was playing catch up on the things that city girls did. She strutted in high heels with a lot of self consciousness. Her feet wobbled in the high heels. Her legs were long and slender, a 5' 8" girl in high heels. She seemed like bambi, as vulnerable and innocent. The boys were too cool to notice, but the girls giggled behind her.

Jonathan was a bumbling young man with a head overgrown by brown hair. His head looked like a plant that had grown out of control and was than half killed by a lack of watering. Jonathan caught up with Jennifer to make sure that he would sit next to her in the ice cream place. He didn't say much, but hi and how do you like it on your second week. Jennifer would politely reply and move away a little bit.

Ahead of the ice cream place, Jonathan sped up to open the door for Jennifer. He held his forearm out to be gallant and help Jennifer up the steps. Jennifer afraid to offend him and touch him, laid her hand as briefly and tentatively as possible on his forearm, while her head move away from him with big eyes. Jonathan looked obviously at Jennifer's butt as she walked inside. One of the funnier guys playfully snipped Jonathan in the general area of his groin to point out Jonathan's horniness.

Jennifer carefully closed up on April to silently plead for a rescue from Jonathan. All three ended up sitting around a table on high stools. Their cups with ice cream was in front of them. Jonathan immediately finished his vanilla ice cream. Jennifer coyly shaped the ice cream smooth over and over with her spoon. April tried asking Jennifer questions about the place that she had moved from. Jonathan was over eager to join the conversation with the quiet Jennifer.

In a moment of silence, April was thinking about her lack of underwear and how it was the first time. She kept the meat of her thighs pressed together tied. She could feel the crumbled fabric of her panties under her bra. It was quite a sensual experience. It felt so daring and transgressive. She wanted to have an adventure. Yet, there was only dull Jonathan and withdrawn Jennifer.

The ice cream session ended. Everyone walked in their own directions towards their homes. April felt good about the day and in a bit of a frisky mood. She had led the prayer. She had her ice cream. She had gained status in the group with her skirt. She had this daring sensation in her body from the no panties secret.

After a solemn walk through the dark night from the bus stop to her house, she entered the house quietly. Her step dad was still watching a soccer game on TV. She said 'hi' in a friendly voice, as she remembered treat others as you like to be treated yourself. Her step dad waved 'hi.'

Everything was good until she meet her step father again in the kitchen to get a drink of water for the night. He eyed her carefully. He looked back into the refrigerator with no more beer left.

"You know, you are beautiful. Physically, you have grown very well. But that's not all. Also, how you treat people has become very beautiful. You greet people nicely at church. You even baked cookies for your aunt."

"All that beauty that you display is just a show. It's a show to cover up how selfish you are. You only think about yourself and what you have to do that nobody finds out. I don't mean to hurt you with this. But, as your father, someone who really knows you, I have to tell you."

"When is the last time that you cooked food for the family? Your mother cooks every day. You cook zero days. We put up everything for you. And, you just take, take, and take. We paid every family vacation for you without asking for anything. You just come with your pretty smile and say thank you."

"Do you realize how much you are hurting the people around you? You never think about that, do you, because you always think about yourself and how to be beautiful."

"It is time that you become responsible. It is now one month after your 18th birthday. From now on, you pay a quarter of the rent. That is $400 every month."

"But, I don't have a job. I have to go to school. I have to study for this big test. I am already at the risk of failing class."

"Do you see how often you said 'I' in that sentence? That shows you what a selfish and spoiled brat you are."

"But parents are supposed to take care of their children. My friend Victoria got a car as an 18th birthday gift."

"Now, you are thankless for all the things that we have given you. Go up to your room and think about that!"

April walked to her room sobbing. The moonlight touched her room with a soft light. Her stuffed animals were no longer sleeping in her bed. They were now on the couch opposite to her bed. She could make them out in the black and white lighting of the moon. They used to be her guardians, when she was little. She believed that in a time of danger, the inanimate stuffed animals could become alive and coral around her for protection. Her head was on the pillow with which she had once tried to suffocate herself. Next to her bed was a metal box, which she had once tried to fill to the brim with her tears.

She pulled her panties out of her bra. What seemed then exciting, seemed now ridiculous and stupid. She took her blouse and skirt to crawl under the sheets. The sheets felt cool, crisp, and cozy. She nourished herself while sobbing until she eventually fell asleep from emotional exhaustion.

Around midnight, she woke up to fully prepare herself for bed with brushing her teeth and combing her hair. Before she left the bathroom, she thought for a moment about what she had to do next. She was clearly no longer wanted in this house. She picked up the toothbrush and comb to hide it under her pajamas to smuggle them into her room.

She emptied her sport bag with the cute monkey tied to the zipper. She put in a second set of clothes and her school notebooks. Then, April quietly tiptoed towards the front door. She was like on needles, so afraid was she to get caught now. She opened the door as slow as possible to mute the clicks in the lock. Once she was out in the cool night air, she started running and running. The empty sidewalk of the night carried her steps as starkly evident as the first brush stroke on an empty canvas.

When her lungs started screaming and her heart banging, she slowed down to a walk. Did she make a mistake? No, she would never go back to admit that it were a mistake to leave. She kept walking down the street. She felt despaired about finding food for the weekend. She had only $15 pocket money in her purse. A subcompact car swooshed past her with the morning news paper delivery. It felt good to be out and free. Things could only get better without her step father.

The park drew her closer and closer. She had seen people sleeping there. She would probably find her own bush to hide behind. When she reached the boundary of the park, her heart was pounding. There were no bon fires tonight, because most of the youths had been watching a big game with friends. It was the first time that it seemed she had the park to herself.

Her feet stepped onto the sandy dirt. She found her way around the scruffy plants. She stepped over burned coal and refuse. The almost full moon painted everything bright. She did not want to be seen by old homeless guys. So, she tried to stay in the bushy areas. Most of the homeless tended to sleep under the trees near the factory, because there was a lot of visible coverage. So, she had to take a spot not as good as those to find good sleeping. At the margin of the park, she found a low bush that nobody would pick, yet covered her completely. She found a discarded rubber tire to use as a pillow.

She tried to clear the area, where she lied down. There were no glass shards left. However, there was no way to manage all the pebbles, rock, and dried vegetation pieces. There was also no way of telling, if someone had peed there or emptied a beer bottle into the ground. The ground was hard. Her sleep arrived just as hard and fast from all the exhaustion.

Right at sunrise, she raised her head to peek out from her hiding bush. Around her was the same struggling mix of bushes, grasses, and trees as always. There was no sign of people. Good. She crawled out and snapped her book bag on. She wanted to use the common aversion to mornings among the party crowd to her advantage.

She walked over to the factory. The factory was a large compound with buildings, towers, and storage lots. Nobody remembered what the factory used to do. The rust on all the metal showed how long ago the factory was active. The metal link fence around the factory had many unrepaired holes. April infiltrated. She was aware of the danger of being caught by the wrong person in this place, where nobody would hear her screams.

She carefully walked up a metal fire escape with her heart being ready to explode any moment. There were large holes in the metal sheets of the stair case. The second floor had what she was looking for. A long hallway was filled with rotten stuff. Couches had the upholstery completely rotten away to expose the rusted and broken springs. People had covered the couch with fresher looking empty chips plastic bags. Doors fallen out of their frames lighted up the hallway.

At the end of the hallway and a few turns, there was the men's group shower room. The city had forgotten to turn of the water to it. The youths would sometimes play with the water in it. For April, it was now a chance to do her basic hygiene, so that people couldn't tell that she was living in the street.

The showers had round metal faucets. Half the room was wrecked. Debris covered the floor. She would not take of her shoes, at least not in the first days. She got her tooth brush out and brushed away her morning breath. Then, she let all the brown junk water run out, before the clean water followed. She used that to wash her face. She didn't want to wash more, but her arm pits smelled rancid.

She looked around herself. Some holes in the room showed the cloudy sky. Big sections of the wall opened into the next room, which was covered with building debris. The door behind her was missing, yet the hallway had a quick turn to make her less exposed. Rust brown water lines had formed on the floor. She kicked a few broken glass shards out of the way.

Okay, she had to bundle up her nerves and do it. She slipped out of her clothes, carefully piling them onto her bag to avoid contact with the filthy floor. There was only cold water. She controlled her shriek of getting the full country club load of cold water splashing onto her naked body. She got her hair wet and figured that as it was wet, she may as well shampoo it. Her skin was fair. Her body was slender and would have fit onto Playboy pages. There she was alone and nobody could see her. It felt daring, kind of like skinny dipping.




Story of April



She stayed naked a little longer, as if she wanted to feel the thrill of possibly getting caught. She took out a sharpie. She wrote on the side of her fingers, so that the writing was in between and covered from casual people looking at her hands: "I am a princess -- freedom is my destiny." She laughed and flung her head side to side to make the water spray from her hair.

She had her own palace, the huge factory building. It was all hers simply for having the nerve to claim it. She walked to a nearby grocery store, where she tried all the food samples. Because it was Saturday, a lot of food manufacturers had sent out representatives with sample demonstration tables. She had a small slice of vegan pizza, a tiny cup of cereal that had more calories than eggs, a toothpick laden with Romanian sausage, and a regular sized cup of sample coffee.

The couch in the grocery store's dining section was free. She sat down on the comfy couch, listened to the hip music of the store, and pulled out her school notebook to work on an English essay. After two hours of hard work and increasingly frequent visits at a distance by the store security clerk, she decided that it was time to feel accomplished and move on.

April wandered through the sun drenched streets with flowers blooming at the side. While she felt happy, she also realized that all the stores were closed to her, a person without cash money. So, she started going back toward the park and the factory.

In the park, a group of street kids was exchanging music on their iPods. Street kids are clearly evident by their mismatched clothes. They have to take whatever new clothes they can get. She usually didn't talk with them. Today, she walked over and said hi.

"Why are you coming over to us, you are not part of us?"

"Now, I am. I left home last night."

"Oh, you are so pampered. You will be back before the rooster crows."

"Is that how you were treated as well on your first day?"

"Don't mind him. We will help you out. There is a job opening at a night club. They offer $80 to play a set of music. That's why we are here synching up our iPods to have a chance against the rich city kids. What kind of music do you like?"

"I am kind of a punk rock girl. I like it rough and gritty."

"Sean over there has a few punk tracks, if you have something to trade back to him."

"Damn, I didn't have the mind to bring my iPod with me."

She spent the afternoon listening to music with the other street kids. Then the kids with homes started moving in for their Saturday night bonfires. The drug dealers followed. Fires started crackling. People started hollering. Music started booming out of speakers. The street kids grew restless.

"April, it was nice meeting you. Though, the social workers will come soon. They always come Saturday nights. We better bolt, before we get caught. You should find another place as well. They sometimes stay until sun rise. Then, we are safe here again."

The street kids left while looking over their shoulders. April was left by herself for a moment. Then, she left the happy party park as well. She drifted through the streets among the fences around houses. She was tired. Where should she go to sleep tonight?

A deserted parking lot of the post office had a dumpster with some shrubs behind it. April cautiously approached looking around for building security. When she walked behind the green dumpster with the missing wheel, she started to smell stinky human. Once she lifted a shrub branch, she could see into the nest. Three homeless guys in rags were lying on the ground surrounded by paper bags and bottles. One of them raised his head to slur: "If that is not well smelling young pussy." Then, his head fell back again. April was taken aback and quickly left. She was near crying from exhaustion.

By the time that sun came up, she realized that she had been walking all night. No place seemed safe and private to take a sleep in this big city. She went back to the park. Kids with homes had left garbage, half eaten chips bags, sandwiches, and all. April was eating up their crumbs. And, it made her feel so good, as her stomach was feeling nourished and the blood sugar spread through her body.

A half sleeping party-goer offered her a sausage and a stick to grill it on a bonfire. Oh, that sausage tasted like heaven. It made her so happy. Then, she went back to her bush from Friday night to be out of the sun and sleep. Her sleep was deep and dreamless. The floor was hard and dirty. She slowly realized that as she came to her senses in the afternoon.

Peering out of her hiding spot, there were only a few youths that roamed the park in small groups. April's clothing was creased from wearing it so long and sleeping in it. She had picked her sturdiest clothes: sneaker, jeans, and t-shirt. But, she was still a girl that needed to look pretty.

As she sat there brain storming solutions, Steven appeared. He slowly scuffled the dirt with his feet as he walked. He showed that he had no worries that April could get away from him. He still wore the same clothes. They still looked good on him. Leather jackets keep in comparison to cute girl clothes.

"You have some nerves to be out here by yourself. Where are your little girl friends?"

"Well, you have some nerve being out here mister, all by your little self."

"I am strapped, " and Steven flashed his black gun. "How about you? Is that a shot gun in your bag?"

April froze up. Her mind stopped thinking. She didn't say anything.

Steven had evidently lost his interest at the lifeless response. He turned around and said "thought, so little spoiled girl."

"Hey, I have more courage than you do! I don't need a gun to hide!"

Steven faced April again: "Are you willing to prove it?"

"I don't need to prove anything to anyone."

Steven turned to walk away again.

"Okay, what are we talking about?"

Steven stopped, yet kept facing away: "Do you see the factory tower with the black top? Okay, that tower has no more access to the top floor. However, the top floor contains the stash away of a drug dealer, who is now in prison. We have this game among the street kids. Whoever dares climbing the highest wins. Are you up for it pant shitter?"

"Okay, let's do this."

The two walked silently to the factory tower. He was the tall, big young man. She was the half size smaller girl. They both looked up at the tower. The tower had an internal metal frame. Walls were made from a small fake stone layer. The windows were busted with sharp glass everywhere. The ground floor was completely boarded up by the city. To get into the tower, one had to climb on a pile of rubbish. The rubbish was made from a mix of palettes and old computer screens.

As they both scrambled up the pile of rubbish, it could roll under them at any time. The cuts would be gnarly and infectious. The second floor had dark insides with wet wood boards making the air heavy. An easy enough stair steep stair case led to the second floor. April walked behind Steven like a cat following its owner. The fourth floor was blocked by a metal wire door with a chain.

To get past the metal wire door, one had to get out of the window. Opposite to the window were pipes running vertically up. One had to put the feet against the pipes to push the back against the wall. Thus using counter pressure to keep from sliding down, one had to slowly shuffle the back and feet over to the next window, which was on the opposite side of the fence. It takes a bit of guts, when you can see where you will fall if you make a mistake.

The fifth floor was much cleaner. Rarely anyone got here. So, there was no garbage only the rot of old factory equipment. There were ancient tables with plastic pen holders. The pen holders were plain. They were made in a time before industrial designers designed everything.

The sixth floor was completely exposed. The walls were ripped off. Only the internal metal frame of the building was there to hold the upper floors. The wind and exposure made April dizzy. Steven smiled at his own supremacy. The things on the ground looked smaller.

Steven reached his arm as high as he could and tapped a metal beam: "Can you get higher?" April found a rock to stand on and jumped just a little higher with her hand touching the metal beam.

Steven smiled and politely asked her to step away from the rock. He effortlessly touched higher on the metal beam. April looked around herself. There was an old rope fluttering in the wind. April stepped over. The rope was grim with dirt. She tugged on it. She tugged harder on it. Then, she wrapped the rope around her right calf and stared pushing up on the rope.

Steven's face paled: "If you mess up, you are dead."

April kept pushing. It wasn't so much that she wanted to win anymore. It was more that she wanted safe and stable ground under her feet. She grabbed a forearm length of rope, pulled, and then secured her feet to reach up for more rope. Then her hands felt the weather beaten wood of a window frame. She pulled herself in.

The room was in good shape. A newish mattress lay on the floor. A closet with wearable clothes lined the wall. There was even a working mirror in the room. She found a wad of $200 behind the mirror. She pocketed it and climbed back down.

"Hey, you got the money. Half of it is mine, because I told you were to look. Now, before you say no, consider this business proposition. I know a guy, who would rent his place to use for a month for that money: clean bed, shower, bathroom, even a laundry. Where else do you get that for so cheap? Again, it is my street knowledge. We should share the place."

April thought that it might be a good deal. Plus, she would have his protection.

They climbed back down. Steven let the way to a nearby residence. A shifty guy with a French beret hat explained the deal. He was a real estate agent. The place was in foreclosure. The owners had already moved out. There was time before the auction. They could rent the place from him under the table in the meantime. He had keys to show the place to building inspectors to get ready for the auction. He'd always give them a heads up. They'd have to move out for a few hours.

The first night was cozy. Steven had found some left behind cat food that he explained as safe for humans. These days humans treated pets like people anyway. So, cat food looked and tasted like human food. He found a small TV in a dumpster that he hooked up to the last days of the previous owner's cable subscription.

April cuddled up in his arms. She smelled the leather jacket and felt good. Nobody was yelling at her anymore. She had her own place now. Watching TV made her drowsy. The promised mattress was missing, but she had Steven's body as a pillow. Her nose on Steven's chest, she could smell his unique aroma. It made her feel safe. And, of she went to dream land.

In the morning, she woke up to Steven with his bare chest. His chest was sweat covered as he was doing push ups, yoga stretches, and shadow boxing. She asked him to teach him shadow boxing. He told her to get her arms up to protect from imaginary blows. Then, he told her to imagine a big burly woman hissing at her. He told her to duck, move, forward, block, punch. It was a fantasy like the most beautiful fairy story, as they battled their way through an imaginary underground of thugs.

After a wonderfully hot shower, April left for school. Steven left for whatever he did during the day. All day in school, she wondered what Steven's mouth would taste like. She imagined her small body riding on his muscular body with his penis buried deep inside of her. He was so powerful, yet she had proven to be more courageous than him.

When she came home, she threw herself at Steven. She ravished his mouth. He immediately started peeling clothes of his body like a movie clichés. He was naked in no time. His raging boner stood in the room. April was still completely dressed. She felt powerful in her composed clothes and him completely exposed. She looked at him standing there patiently with his raging boner. She laughed a little at her power. His eyes twitched at her laugh wondering if it was good or bed.

"You ain't got any unless you eat me first. On your knees."

Steven obediently got on his knees. He lifted her skirt over his head and leaned his head back to face her panties in the darkness under the dome of her skirt. His fingers pulled the thin slip aside for his tongue to lurch forward. Shudders of feeling welled through April. She held onto his short curly hair as he licked and lapped her. She loved feeling in power. Yet, she was also rushing with horny feelings. She told him to take her.

He was so horny that he swiftly pulled down her panties and slipped her clothes off. They were both naked in a barren room. He slipped his large erection inside of her wet cave. She was overcome by good feelings from her vagina. She threw her body down onto his penis. He rammed his penis inside of her.

They didn't use a condom. She could feel the warm skin of his penis. Her vaginal slime as she called it covered his whole penis and groin area. She was exposed to any of his venereal diseases and so was she. It was an added thrill to be so vulnerable. They felt so connected to each other. Being so turned on to push caution away made it even more of a turn on. She hadn't taken her pills regularly the last days. She could get pregnant. She would accept a kid from him. He would be there to support them.

Both of them crashed into post coital bliss resting in each other's arms before the drifted off into a soft sleep. The unfurnished apartment seemed larger. The two naked bodies were on the shiny wooden floor. The move-in ready windows let the mixture of light from street lights and the sky dimly light the room.

At some point in the night, she woke up for a bit. She noticed his tattoo on the shoulder for the first time. It was the silhouette of a busty woman reclining. The black lines were blotchy as if a friend in the park had done his first human attempt after practicing the tattoo needle on pork skin. She drifted back into sleep.

Steven carefully held her head with the dark smooth hair flowing down his hands. He pulled his body out from under her to stand up. She noticed the movement regardless. Her eyes opened wide to show the blue iris. Her face was peaceful and relaxed from sleeping. The skin seemed a bit puffy. His face was right in front of hers, when he watched the movements of her lips as she asked him: "Babe, what's up?"

He lovingly caressed his arm along the back of her young body: "It's Tuesday morning. Lisa has the best breakfast line. There is French Toast and orange juice in little paper cups." He slowly laid her back on the ground. Then, he reached for her panties -- still pink, still tiny in a man's hand. His lips kissed her slender feet on the back before he pulled the slip over them. After he pulled them over his butt, he firmly pressed the back of his hand onto her pubic bone and rotated the skin to give her a little sensual morning pleasure.

Then, his big board of a body that was hovering propped up by his arm moved up her body, so that his tongue could lick across her nipple. She felt so good. A shiver reached from her nipples down to her clitoris. With her mind still foggy from sleep, she reached below to hold his penis. His penis was already erect and fit so perfectly to fill her hand. She was happy and unconsciously bit her lip as her head tilted back.

She was hungry to feel his cock in her mouth. She reached with her free hand between his buttocks. The backside of his body was taught from holding himself in plank position. Her slender white hand found a good hold on his butt with her fingernails touching his anus. She used the hold to move his body higher until her mouth was under his penis. She swallowed his penis. He could instantly feel the warm, velvety, moistness all around his penis. His body turned passive to surrender to the good feeling.

She reached her head up to stroke her lips higher along the penis shaft. She could feel his paused movement and how he was yielding to her. She'd move a bit and he'd adjust to her. She felt a freedom to do whatever she wanted to him, a kind of free canvas. She loved that feeling of freedom of social pressure. She paused for a moment to whisper, "I will let you come on my tits."

"Honey, I'm coming." She slipped his dick out of her mouth, pointed it at her titties, and started pumping with her right fist up and down. She was so good at getting the right firm grip, yet still being girlish small with the pressure to turn him on the more. The white syrup gushed in two spurts onto her tits. She used her fingers to paint her titties with it. She circled the cum around her nipples and then spread it outwards. He loved it and her.

Lisa's breakfast line was on the grassy lawn in front of city hall. Five white foldout tables stood along the sidewalk. A line of calico people spawned three times as long. The crazy homeless with the stained and worn clothes huddling their belongings in trash bags stood there. The well dressed homeless that tried to appear anything but homeless mingled in between. A few freeloaders who weren't homeless simply tried to get something for free. One of them was a punk girl with black hair, black makeup, and giant holes in her pantyhose.

The slight hill on the lawn had already served happy customers spreading out. The army veterans tended to sit by themselves with a safety perimeter around them. The drunkards were in groups with semi-abusive behavior on display. A confused tourist couple stood in between trying to figure out, why the food stand was so popular. In the distance city workers in suits filed into city hall.

A girl with matted blond hair and an orange sleeping back over her shoulder slowly shuffled ahead of Steven and April. The first table had piles of paper plates. A teenage girl with curly red hair and a tight 'Jesus loves you' shirt smiled at April. While handing the plate to April, she said "You are welcome. We have food for all. Please, tell your friends to come." The plate had a black and white business card with a cute logo and the times for the breakfast food line. The girl promptly stopped smiling as she separated two plates. She instantly smiled again as her hand reached out with her message. She was saving the world, one plate at a time.

"Hey Steven, who is your new friend?" hollered an obese girl with a demonic face. That was Lisa. Her crack habit had decimated her face. She acted like love was pouring out of her. She hugged April over the table and gave her a big kiss, before she reminded herself to keep serving French toast. The French toast was a huge floater of soggy white bread. It came in big aluminum trays. The tongues have squished the bread to nothing and half broke it. Fair enough, there was vanilla smell and the brown crust from toasting. How bad can it get?

As they shuffled closer to the last person in line, Steven's movements became tense. And, he kept looking at the floor and to the side. The woman handing out the tiny cuplettes of orange juice seemed to be wrapped in a similar tight package. Her clothes were stiff, short, and wrapped around her. A golden brochette pinned to her shirt was supposed to brighten up the day. The lip stick looked painted on, as if a first grader had made a brush stroke with red water color. Her eyes seemed damaged by suffering and worry.

"There is help. Come see me at the social office. It doesn't have to be this way." She handed the orange juice with her city business card. "It only ends in drugs and prostitutions." The woman seemed to look at no one in particular. It almost seemed like she had transcended in a kind of religious bliss.

"Come, meet Biff and Sofia." Steven pulled April away and towards the far end of the lawn. Biff was a heavy guy. He could have been a truck driver. He sat as self reassured and unmovable as one. His white t-shirt was worn thin and had a silly imprint on it. Sofia was overeager to arrange the breakfast on her plate. She kept looking up at the rest of the party and then busily down again. She wore a tank top with skinny straps. The tank top skinny straps twisted around the equally skinny straps of her bra. Her hair was a dirty blond with highlights and many curls, as if she were Jazz girl from decades ago. She wore a neat skirt with a hip belt. Her legs were flung to one side to put the big red leather high heels there.




Story of April



The thing that most stood out about Sofia was her brightly colored eye makeup. The area between her eyes and the eye brows was brightly colored light a blue and purple rainbow. Her pink bubble gum lip stick was carefully enclosed by a burgundy outline. The face matched the large yellow plastic ring on her right middle finger. The large plastic ring was semi-transparent with the metal sculpture of a baby tiger suspended inside. She looked as pale as a glamorous heroine addict.

Biff and Sofia were amazed at April being a new street kid and already knowing about Lisa's brunch line. April smiled and looked big at Steven. Then, Biff and Sofia interrupted each other telling the story of their last vacation. The jumped freight trains to get around the country. They said that nobody needs money, if you have smarts. They saw famous big cities. They explained how to lay low just outside of freight yards to capture large, rumbling, and slow moving fright trains. They demonstrated on how to talk to the rail crew to get tips about picking the right train. April felt excited about her new feature and living in freedom.

She made it to school on time. Her day at school tasted like Steven's penis. The musky delicious taste stayed with her. One thought biology about weird bacteria. One thought Steven's penis head caressing her tongue. One thought greatest musical composers of Vienna. One thought holding Steven's naked butt cheeks. School was alright that way.

When she arrived home, there was already a full house. Steven, Biff, and Sofia were leaning against the white walls of the empty room that they called home. Cigarette smoke was in the air. Biff was bragging about how he had an in with a local cop. He explained how he helped out the cop to get a favor promised back.

April plopped down next and half on top of Steven. Steven was her property. She claimed him. She raked herself into his arm to make him his. She was no longer alone. She was the princess of this powerful and respected man. She kissed Steven softly on the lips, while Biff kept talking. Sofia looked at them kissing for a moment. For the moment, her mind seemed to pause. Then, Sofia looked down at her nervous finger fumbling around the neck of an empty bottle.

"It's time to have some fun and get this party started!" Sofia called out. "Let's play truth or dare." She laid the bottle in the middle of the room without getting up. She kicked it hard with her small feet still in small silver high heels. The open toed shoe had her little toes protrude.

The bottle pointed at Steven. 

"I dare you to drink a whole can of beer without breathing. Look, I will pinch your nose."

"Hey, I get a chose between truth or dare."

"Fuck no, the bottle points at you and I tell you what to do."

Steven shrugged his shoulder, as if there were no point in arguing with illogical Sofia. He cracked the can open. Sofia scooted up to Steven. She straddled one of his legs between her knees pretending to get into a good position to pinch Steven's nose. Her free hand caringly planted on his chest. She stared Steven closely into the eyes, as his eyes grew one tear after the next, while gulping down the beer. April grew tense, yet did not dare pushing Sofia away.

Biff chuckled watching the three. "April, your face is so tense. You know, Sofia is playing with you. She is very catty. Once you are in the inside circle, she will be just as protective about you."

April gulped to clear her throat. She decided that reaching for a can of beer to mellow herself out was a good idea. Sofia being called out hissed jokingly at April and let go of Steven.

Steven reached forward and pointedly turned the bottle at Sofia: "It's your turn."

"Hey you didn't spin the bottle."

"You fuck the rules, I fuck the rules. It's your turn. Truth: Why do you hate April?"

"I don't hate her. I just don't like her. Her face looks at me so judgmental, like I am a heroine whore."

"Uh, Sofia. I am so embarrassed. Those really are my thoughts. I don't know what to do to hide them. I try to smile."

"Yeah, April, that fake smile tells it all."

"Oh, maybe you can help me. Tell me something about yourself, so that I can get to know you as a person."

"Well, for one I do heroin and I love sex. See, here between my toes is where I inject to hide the needle marks. See this pussy and these boobs love to be played by handsome men. You just don't get to judge me for that as if I am the explanation for everything bad in this world."

"I am Christian. I try to be good. Oh, that sounds even more judgy. I just seem to be a very prejudiced person. There is no excuse."

There was a pregnant pause. A delivery van tattered along the street outside. A couple birds outside chirped a competition. The leaves of the yard trees painted moving shades on the bare hardwood floor. Steven wiped his forehead.

"I ain't hating on your Christian god. All I am saying is that there are a lot of rules. You don't even get to try out the world as it is. All those rules are like hand rails to keep you always safe and pleasant. But, there is a lot outside of those rules -- freedom."

"I put on this big yellow ring. The big yellow ring creates a fantasy in Biff's head. The fantasy transforms me from an ordinary woman to an interesting, artistic woman. Do you see this tank top? Biff's eyes keep wandering the whole day from my mouth down. As his eyes get further down my boobs, my skin gets paler and more delicate. That triggers a switch in Biff's head. It makes him semi-aroused. That makes him feel alive. His mind keeps fantasizing what the rest of my boob under the tank top looks like the whole day. By the time that the tank top comes off, he doesn't care anymore what it really looks like. It transforms me from an ordinary woman to a sultry woman."

"All the little things about me, transform me a bit. And, in the end, they give me power, power over men, and power of Biff. Biff, massage my feet!"

Biff obediently scooted his butt across the floor. He carefully unsnapped her high heel buckles. Then, his big trucker hands held as much of the foot in his hands as he could, while his finger tips started moving along the ankle, bones, and tootsies. Sofia presided over Biff's foot massage like a royal princess

After a minute, she snapped her fingers and sent Biff to April's feet. Biff moved without a question. April was reluctant at first and ready to pull her feet away. Sofia waved her to calm down. Once she let Biff work her feet, she loved the good feeling. All the tension in her body seemed to ease. She felt lulled like a lullaby. "Oh, Sofia, he is so good at it!"

"Now ask your man, to do it."

"Oh, Steven, would you be so sweet to massage my other foot."

"No disrespect, but I am pretty comfortable here."

"See! April, come with me to the bathroom."

The small bare feet of the girls flopped on the hardwood floor as they moved into the bathroom. Sofia explained her plan. She would teach April, how to dance seductively, how to use a few poses, and lingering looks to arouse and own Stephen. April promised to do her best and go along.

Sofia came strutting back out of the bathroom. April tripled behind her. Sofia stopped with her legs open wide in front of Biff and froze in place. April stepped with her legs wide and kept turning to the side to measure Sofia's stance.

Sofia bent straight forward to hold her ankles. Then, she swung her head in circles. "Baby, you gotta capitalize on your beautiful hair." Sofia's hair was short and didn't move. April's long hair floated through the air. Sofia stopped to look deeply into Biff's eyes. Then, she started jiggling her shoulders to make her boobs bounce, while Biff got to stare down her blouse. Sofia copied her while giggling and bursting out 'oh my god.' The guys' faces were in heaven.

Sofia moved her feet together and squatted. Her knees faced sideways to protect the up skirt view from Biff. Then, she swiveled her feet side to side as she got up. She went down swiveling again, always leaving Biff to hope that he could catch a glance of her panties. April started swiveling from standing to squatting. Only her feet squeaked really loudly. Her feet skin was so smooth and the hardwood floor as well. It made her feel like a little kid and she pulled a lock of hair behind her ear in embarrassment.

Sofia moved half way to April. April meet Sofia with a questioning face. Sofia moved her face down April's body with her hands following the curves of her body until she was in a squat. Then, she stood back up, letting her fingers catch the hemline of Sofia to pull up her skirt for a little bit, before it fell back down.

April copied the move. On the way down, her face was so close to Sofia that she could see the weaving pattern of her clothes. She could see the little imperfections from use. She could smell Sofia. She smelled a bit sickly. She smelled a lot of lingering chemicals from a perfume.

When she reached a squat, April's face was in Sofia's groin. She could smell a thick musky scent. It smelled as if Biff had fucked Sofia a few hours ago and the bacteria was allowed to make the marks of sex turn even smellier. It reminded her of making love to Steven the night before. She wondered if Biff's body was as strong and large as he pummeled his penis into tender Sofia. When April rose up, her fingers delicately ran in between Sofia's butt cheeks, much deeper than the soft touch of Sofia.

"This is going to drive the guys nuts." Sofia gently weaved her fingers in between April's hair. Once her hands glided all the way to the back of her head, she twisted the hair into a pony and forcefully pulled April's head back, so that she stared into the ceiling. Then, Sofia placed her lips on April's throat. She so gently exhaled that her very moist and warm breath condensated on April's throat. The feeling was so distinct and slipper that April felt a horny sting.

Then, Sofia shoved her tongue inside of April's mouth. The small female tongue was so delicate, so much sharper, warmer, and dexterous than the large male tongues. April instinctively hugged Sofia closer to learn more about the feeling and taste. Sofia's mouth tasted like beer with a hint of bitter aspirin, and a lot of strawberry gum taste.

Sofia pulled away to bite April's ear lob and whisper with a sexy voice: "Oh, you actually like that. I bet you are good at tipping the velvet!"

"Now, walk over to your man. Put your foot firmly on his crotch and feel, how hard his dick is. That is power!"

Sofia picked up her gray high heels and put them on before she pressed on the erect penis in Biff's jeans. April pressed her slightly larger bare feet on Steven's crotch. Oh, she could feel his large member. Steven reached with both hands around her foot to press it even firmer on his hard penis, while he tilted his penis against the bottom of the feet.

"Steven! You can't get sexual! We are not alone!"

"April, look Sofia has already Biff's dick out!"

Sofia was handling Biff's dick as it stood out of the jeans zipper. She handled it and teased the head of the dick with her tongue. Biff's face was happy and sullen. Sofia's face was very focused. When April turned her head back to Steven, he had already pulled his penis out and slapped her playfully in the face with it. April crawled backwards.

Steven got up and lifted April's whole body up into the air to flip her on her back. He pulled the skirt up and the panties down. "Babe, I will make it easier for you on the first time and go down on you."

April rested on her back propped up on arms. She was stunned. Where should she run to? She was naked below. She would lose her friends. All the while, Steven's tongue sent good feelings, sexy feelings up her body. The horny feelings kept telling her to forget about everything and push her clit harder at Steven's tongue. She breathed in deeply anticipating Steven's tongue licking all the way across her whole Vulva. A finger started playing inside of her hole, while the tongue kept flicking up more good feelings.

She kept looking at Sofia. She looked even more like a whore and he like a truck driver. She tried to love them. Sofia struggled with her face as her lips seemed to be grasping. She tried to give Biff deep throat. Her lips almost touched Biff's belly. She was trying really hard to get a fraction of an inch further. With a deep hiss of relieve her head pulled back and spit strings tangled down her mouth. "Wow, how do you do that," hushed out of April's mouth.

Sofia smiled with runny make up and said "Practice."

April sank back into her world of bliss, good feelings, and drowsy mind. Steven kept tapping on her g-spot rhythmically. Steven moved abruptly for a moment. April looked down. Sofia had grabbed a hold of Steven's penis. Steven was on his hands and knees. Sofia was on her back beneath him, giving Steven felatio. April wanted to protest, but everything felt so good.

Her mind rebelled against the image of Sofia's mouth around Steven's dick. Yet, she felt so good. And, all of Steven's service was focused on her. Her mind was too aroused to really think. And, with every wave of good feeling from her pussy, the resolve melted away. Steven's lip service became more intense, as he was aroused by Sofia.

Just when April started relaxing, the big and chubby Biff lay down next to her and gave her a surprise tongue kiss. Biff's mouth was large like a truck, clumsy, and full of spit like a swimming pool. April protested and pushed away his face. But, all three told her in unison, "relax, we are friends. Biff is only going to kiss you. Nothing more."

Biff's large face came back on top of hers. She felt overpowered by the three. She held onto the thought that Biff would only kiss her, while she was getting the best oral sex she had ever had from her love Steven.

And, Steven was working his magic. His mouth would cup her clitoris and suck hard. Then, he would release the pleasure and flick his tongue tip left and right across the clit. All the while, his nimble fingers would rub her in the right places. Sometimes one finger, sometimes two finger slid inside of her vagina to explore and pleasure. Occasionally, a third finger would probe to see, if her vagina had relaxed enough. It didn't. She was too young and inexperienced. Very occasionally, the tongue would err on her anus. Was it on purpose or to test her response? It always sent waves of blood to her pussy to make her more aroused.

Then, something larger than a finger slipped into her pussy. What was it? It felt like a penis fucking her. How could Steven bent so far to lick and fuck her at the same time? She opened her eyes and instantly felt the weight and vastness of Biff's body on top of her. She struggled. But, the weight alone made her almost motionless. She looked to the side. Steven's body was on top of Sofia's body penetrating her sex.

April looked at the window frame. The right bottom corner had a diagonal line running across it, where wood boards were joined. The pattern in the wood had distinct shapes. She wondered, if she could make out a face or the outline of a famous lake. She tried to recall the outline of Lake Eric. She thought about the outline of the California coast.

All the while, Biff was humping her body. With every thrust, the air was pushed out of her. Her pussy was still super wet from the arousal before. Yet, she did not enjoy this part. She let it happen. She let it happen to be equal with Sofia. She let it happen to live for a later time with Steven.

She felt Biff's movement stopping. His penis pulsed inside of her. Then, she felt the torrent of semen pooling in her womb. She pushed of the man in the sweaty t-shirt, who now cooperated. The wet noodle that his penis was flopped out of her spreading the juices a bit wider past her groin area onto her thighs. The big slop of a man Biff lay on his back next to her looking at the ceiling.

April had tears at the edge of her eyes. She looked over to her boy friend Steven, whose naked body was ramming his groin against Sofia's naked body. Sofia's body was small and completely pale skinned. Steven was white had had more color and darkness to his skin. He was intend on his purpose to Sofia. Sofia was passively enjoying the good vibrations. Her face was at ease.

Slowly, April moved closer to Steven. She felt uncomfortable about entering their closed communion. When Steven saw her approaching, he leaped his mouth onto April's mouth to comfort her. He realized her despair. Yet, his wet tongue kiss was full of lust, while he kept fucking Sofia. Sofia's boobs were no uncovered by his body starring at the ceiling. Steven consumed the two girls.

Then, he flopped his penis out and pushed it inside of April's still wet pussy. April did not feel like fucking. However, the random touch to her clitoris melted her sentiments away. She felt defiled by the knowledge that Sofia's pussy juice had been transferred inside of her by Steven's penis. April thought about, how surrounding Steven's penis was a layer of very icky Sofia. Sofia was now inside of her deepest orifice.

Steven lifted April's legs, so that her knees were at her boobs. Then, he piled himself on top of the two layers of April: torso plus legs. That way Steven's penis could penetrate her deeper. April could feel his penis head touching her cervix. Steven's body covered her completely and she was in a bubble alone with her boy friend.

Steven's semen exploded inside of her, where most of Biff's semen still pooled in a pocket. When April sat upright to look around the room, most of the semen instantly flushed out of her onto the hardwood floor. Biff leaned against the wall. He looked like an old man in a country club steam room with his fat hanging down the belly, arms, and legs. Sofia was intently watching her.

"Hey April, you are family now. I want to give you a gift. Because I am not always around to protect you, here is a taser. Just think of it as Biff in a pocket."

Biff smiled. He handed her the black hand-sized box with the metal prongs. April looked at the gift dazed. How could she be mad at someone, who just gave her a gift? Maybe, this was all part of a street family initiation rite. She pressed the button on the taser and shirked. The taser sounded a sharp and loud tic-tic-tic. A super white light jumped between the two metal prongs. Wow!

April said 'thank you' and put the taser into her book bag. Biff and Sofia got dressed and left. Steven kept walking around naked and brought cat food for dinner. The sun painted the room in beautiful orange just before it sunset.

The next morning, Steven was still sleeping. April got up quietly. She slipped out of the house on her way to school. She had found a little short cut through gaps between the residential backyards. There was a yard wide gap between the properties. Grass, weeds, and bushes had overgrown the gap. April loved feeling the fresh and soft leaves against her short sleeved arms. Occasionally, leaves and flowers got stuck to her book bag, which she picked off.

Reaching school, she saw her mother. Her mother's face was red and tense. Her movements were jerky. The moment April came close enough, her mother pulled her by her close. Her mother yelled, "You come home with me now." April gripped the taser tightly inside of her book bag. She hesitated to bring out the taser and installed urged her mother strongly to let go of her. She was an adult now.

After a minute or two, her mother let go off April's clothes. April pulled her t-shirt back down to fit over her shoulders. Her mother moaned about how much she and her father loved her. April insisted that her step father never said that he loved her and certainly had not treated her as such. Her mother said that her father would always tell her mother how much he loved April after he yelled at her. April looked defiantly away. She pointed out, how suspiciously absent her step father was to invite her back.




Story of April



Her mother's mouth gaped open, as her mother gave her more physical space. Boys and girls passing them looked curiously to identify the situation. They stood on the stairs to the school next to a metal handrail.

"Ma, I got my own place now. Step dad told me to pay part of the rent. I am now paying my own rent, but I get to choose where I live now. I have to go to class now, or I will be late."

April turned around and walked inside the school building. All the familiar school kids were running around her, but she felt changed herself like taken out of context. She had to think about her food, shelter, and spending money now. Emma would still be as mean as before. However, the slice of her life that Emma controlled felt smaller. She focused on what the teacher had to say about the African economy and the prominent cash crops.

After three hours of class, the principal announced on the public announcement system that the school would close due to the high temperatures and broken air conditioning system. All the students cheered. Nobody listened to the teacher, who insisted that he had the last word on them leaving.

The outside was soaked with sun. The heat was emanating from the asphalt. Everyone's mind revolved around water pistols, bikinis, and pools. Book bags were bumping up and down on shoulders from kids running home. April walked out slower than everyone else thinking about what to do with the rest of her day without all the stuff in her room.

She found Steven in front of the house. He complained that the electricity and thus the air conditioning to the house were shut off. The heat had super heated the house to become a no man's land that could only be entered with a fireproof suit. He looked distraught. April smiled, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to her secret passage ways through the shrubs between the buildings.

Her nose pointed directly at the factory next to the park. Steven bumbled happily behind her, as she guided him. They walked through the paths on the park with the broken glass and party leftover refuse. The broken, worn, and towering factory buildings embraced them. April headed straight for the second floor, wound her way through the hallways to the men's shower, the shower that the city had forgotten to disconnect the water from.

Steven's face looked in aw, when he noticed that water dripped from the pipes. The pipes to the shower were suspended from the ceiling by metal straps. The shower heads were wide, flat round metal pieces punctured by many holes. It almost seemed like turning all of them on at the same time could drench the whole room in rain forest shower.

April emptied her pockets into the book bag. She took of her shoes. She carefully stepped among the broken building debris. Stepping on rust dirt had become okay to her, because the rust color never stuck to the soles of her feet. She turned on the first shower. The water fell down in a wide circle with pleasant drops. She stepped under the shower with her clothes on. She let her head fall back. Even the cool water was a respite from the heat, it would cool enough to shrink her nipples hard. Her hair turned darker as it became wet.

She let Steven see her hard nipples with the scrunched together areolas through the wet t-shirt. She massaged her boobs together. She lifted her t-shirt just high enough to shower her belly with lines of water running down. She pushed her shorts down just to the point, where Steven could see the upper boundary of her shaved pubic hair.

Steven was red in the face from erotic heat. He threw off his clothes without regard in the dirt. Naked, muscular, and with a thick erect pole ahead of him, he went to grab April's body and launched his lips on hers. She jumped up on his hips with her feet crossed behind him and devoured her hot honey. Steven stood there powerfully with the light body of April strapped to his chest. The shower covered them both in water. The sun light shown happily through the broken walls. Slivers of the park were visible through the uneven cracks in the wall.

Steven pulled one leg side of her shorts to the side. He attempted to stick his penis up her shorts and into her vagina. The water had wiped away her natural lubricant. As he didn't use a condom, his skin hurt as he tried to insert. It felt like all his skin was being ripped off. So, he laid her down on the dirty rusty floor. He pulled her shorts and panties down. She pulled her t-shirt off. He started licking her pussy dry of water. And, he kept licking until her pussy turned wet off pussy juice. They were both naked and wet in the big shower room, where burly factory workers used to hose their filth down.

A metal screw skipped over the floor with a loud ding-ding-ding. They both turned around to find out that they were not alone. A half shaded figure was cautiously bowed forward to pick up their clothes at the entrance of the door. The figure froze, when she was discovered. It was Emma! The chubby, poorly dressed, and little liked bully had tried to steel their clothes.

Steven dashed towards her with no awareness about his nudity and sexually charged penis. Steven's fist crashed down on Emma's cheek. Emma fell down and let go of the clothes. Steven hovered over her. Emma collected herself. She was wearing plain colored shorts and a big extra large uni-color t-shirt. Her shoes were imitation Puma sneakers. She was shaking and holding up a hand in weak defense. Steven kind of growled at her. April had never seen Emma like that.

"Take off your clothes," barked Steven.

Emma did not comply. Steven crudely grabbed her waist band and pulled down her panties and shorts without unbuttoning. He so forcefully ripped her clothes down. The shoes and socks came off in two rips. Emma silently took off her t-shirt and bra. She stood naked. The body folds and curves were even more obvious in her naked state. She had a belly fold that covered most of her sex. Her breasts were large from the fat. The navel button stuck about an inch in, because all the fat had accumulated around it.

"Okay, we gonna let you experience, what you tried to dish out. I will throw your clothes out of the building and into the park. You get to walk all around stark naked for the hobos and party kids to see, until you find your clothes. Hey, if you enjoy it, you can come back. We might give jay walking a try!"

Emma was pale and quiet. Steven was agitated. He looked to climb over the fallen wall parts to get to a wall opening. Then, he hurled the clothes outside, across the factory fence, and had them land in the park. Her clothes didn't fall to the ground. They got caught on the small branches of a bush. A few school kids were playing something nearby. A hobo rustled in the shade of the shrubs.

Steven pushed his soles on Emma's butt to get her moving. They were all naked. Steven still had a raging boner. Emma walked off. Her feet left a flopping sound on the concrete. She left a few wet foot steps. After five minutes, she emerged in view again, outside this time. The school kids had rallied with their cell phones. Five cell phones were filming Emma's walk of shame. The eighteen year old boys kept their cameras up close to her all the while she reached up high in to the bush to harvest her clothes. Emma shuffled off. She did not have the courage to go back to the men's shower.

"Wow," was all that April could say. She felt horny. She felt turned on. She freed of an oppressor. She did not know how to express herself. So, she pushed her body onto Steven's penis and fucked him. She sucked out of Steven all the manliness and strength with her cunt. She felt so intensified that she had to release that energy. And, bumping her pelvis onto Steven gave her such a relief. All the feelings of helplessness that she had felt around Emma were scrunched up in her pussy. And, Steven's dick made her feel connected to being oppressed and freeing her at the same time with those wonderful strong erotic currents that spread through her loin.

The orgasm gave her a wonderful release to embracing the hot summer air and refreshingly cool splashes from the showers. The sun painted everything in happy and bright colors. She felt the soft muscles of her boy friend. She was happy.

Their bodies sank onto the cool floor. The sun rays filtering through the different cracks and openings in the wall reflected against the standing dust to paint layered parallel lines. Sweat and shower water pearls dotted their smooth and youthful skin. The hot summer air started warming them up increasingly. They dazed into the ceiling, following the rusty pipes, cracks, and dried water marks.

"I have become such an asshole."

April raised her head and looked straight into Steven's big blue eyes with the bushy dark eye brows around them.

"I didn't used to be a guy who would push people around and use force. I was kind of a shy guy. Ever since, I am in the street, I am scared about not standing up for myself. So, I hit first. And, later when I think about it, I often realize that I fought for no good reason. Just randomly bashed someone. And, I can't admit it to nobody, because they can't see me weak. So, I hide and I cry."

April raised her hand to caress his cheek. When the tears welt up in Steven's eyes, she pulled him close, her naked boobs against his chest. And, the tears went rolling down her shoulder. The powerful man body shivered and sobbed in her arms.

"I feel guilty as well. You are not alone, sweat heart. Sure, what Emma was planning to do was not alright. But, all my heart jumped with so much joy, when you hit her, when you threw her clothes out the window, when her chubby face quivered about her naked body. I was so happy. That is not alright to relish hurting another human being so badly. If I were a true Christian, I would have stood up for her to save her from the excessive punishment."

Steven wiped his tears and sat up Indian style with his balls and penis in the middle of his leg cradle.

"So, you are a Christian. That's cool. I used to go to church group for boys as well, before I ran away."

"We actually have a mixed group at church. It's much more fun to have boys and girls together. Actually, we were going to watch a movie tonight. You should come and meet my friends. It will be fun."

"Sure, you little rascal."

Steven lifted April's naked body into the air. Her butt curved sexily as it was sticking out. He pushed his face into her wet hair and grunted lovingly.

They got dressed. Their bodies were still a bit wet. Yet, when you live in the street, you don't always own a towel. The water drops made circles on their clothes. Yet, the water drops quickly faded from the body heat on this hot day. They marched out of the factory past the building debris. The sunlight started turning golden to signal the last hour before sun rise. The park had filled with small groups of youth hanging out and playing games.

When they arrived at the church building, they were early. A few participants of the Christian youth group were already waiting on the couches in the meeting room. The door was wide open to allow people and cool air into the room. Of course, Jonathan was sitting next to Jennifer. Jennifer had scouted as far away from Jonathan as possible. Jonathan was leaning forward to bridge the distance. April squeezed Steven's hand to signal to him the dynamic. April sat down next to Jennifer.

Jennifer had long hair down to the bottom of her ribs. The dark brown hair was slightly curly, yet hung in long locks down like a fairy. Her very fair skin made her look even more elfish. Her shoes were large wedges, easily the size of a book, with soft fabric straps folding over her foot. She wore a light silky shirt. Her slumped seat in the low couch, made the front of her shirt pile up. Thus, there were little gaps between the bottoms of her shirt to allow one to discretely peak on her belly skin. And, if one was lucky, one might even get a chance to see a bit of the bra. Thus, one might find out her bra color.

Jonathan had a large bottom of the rack jeans on with a blond mushroom hair cut. The hair piled very thick on his head. The t-shirt was blue and white striped. It was completely bleached from washing too often. The excessive laundering had also puffed the t-shirt out of shape, not that the original cut was very good. None of this had anything to do with his parent's money. They were affluent. It had all to do with Jonathan's ignorance about fashion and social world.

Steven quickly recognized the chase and being chased away dynamic between Jonathan and Jennifer. After cordial introductions, he took Jonathan to the side for a man to man talk. April eagerly tried to ear drop on them without becoming suspicious. She could only make out words once in a while. Or a gesture hinted at the conversation. The main advice seemed to be to give Jennifer a bit space and to pop his cherry to gain some experience before attempting Jennifer again. Was Jonathan a virgin?

With the other ear, April paid attention to Jennifer. Jennifer complained how hard it was to find new friends. All the girls in school already had tight friendships. And, when she tried to join conversations, she had nothing to say. The other girls would talk about past events, rock bands, and celebrities that she was not privy to. Jennifer felt to be doomed to be the lonely girl just as in the rural spot that she was moving from, because she didn't blend with the red neck culture of rural America.

Bob waddled into the meeting room. He dragged the door shut behind him. He bopped a few times up and down and then looked at the toddler in his arm. The toddler was sleeping peacefully on his round and padded body.

"I am so glad that you could make it. Tonight, we are celebrating summer by going to a movie. Let's say a hallelujah for the super cold AC in the movie theatre. The movie is a Christian movie. I can't tell you, how important it is for us to support Christian movies. If all of us could go to the movies every evening, we could get so many movies canceled that send messages of pain, sodomy, and the devil."

"The movie tonight is about a man who loves animals. God loves every creature. And, the man saves the animals from abuse and clinical trials. There will be some pretty graphic scenes of what bad people to do god's creatures. And, there is some controversy about the violent means of the man to save the animals. This is not meant as an example. This is meant to stimulate discussion."

"However, for now, let's welcome this good looking young man into our middle. I see a new face. Please, introduce yourself to us. Tell us, who you are."

"Hi, my name is Steven. We haven't met. However, I know that there are many rumors floating around about me. I want to tell you that I mean no harm. You might not expect me ever to come here. Though, when I was younger, I used to go to the church over on Avenue Y."

"Then, I fell. I fell far, very far. I have done drugs. I have carried arms. I have fought. I have thieved. I have thugged. When you are a teenager, find yourself in the streets, and go through a deep blues, you end up doing things that they don't even show in movies. I don't even know why god lets me come to this church. It seems that I exceed the level of sin. But, here I am. Please, accept me in and help me."

"Steven, we all welcome you warmly. Jesus loves even the largest sinner on this planet. And, if Jesus can do that, so should we. Steven let me hug you. (hug) We have only ten minutes left before we have to go to the movie theatre. The best use of the time is to pray for Steven that the lord may give him strength, guidance, and support to find the right path."

Everyone shuffled their body forward. The low couches made their knees rise higher than the hips. They rested the elbows on their knees. The hands were folded. The heads were lowered deeply. Bob looked up at the ceiling, while he kept bopping up and down to soothe the baby in his arm.

"Hi, my name is Victoria. Dear lord, I want to thank you for bringing Steven back into your light. He has suffered so much in his young life. He has had to eat bread that none of us would have been able to eat. Please, shower him with your love and grace. Amen."

"Hi, my name is Jonathan. Lord, I want to welcome Steven among the circle of your people. We have all been given so much love by our friends and families that we take it for granted. Steven was out in the cold. God, please let your love shine through us onto Steven to make up for all the tears that he had to cry alone in the street. Let our love for him be genuine. Let us see past the façade to the beauty of his soul and good heart. Amen."

The group got up. A grape formed around the door, as only one person at a time could exit the room. Everyone shuffled close together. April hugged Steven's body. She recognized his body smell. She looked up at him.

"Steven, I don't have any money for the theatre."

"April, I don't have any money either. But, don't worry. I know a way, how to get in. The cashier likes to flirt with girls. I will tell you, how to flirt with him and he will let both of us sneak in!"

"Oh, you mean, I will be like a seductress and use my assets to get anything."

"Oh, yeah, Jane Bond!"

At the movie theatre, there were about five people ahead of them. The movie theatre was one of those towering buildings with a tall lobbies and stairs that one had to climb up. April tried to get a peek at the cashier to find out her flirting target. Would he be cute? She caught a huge pile of blond curls. His grin showed an air of superiority, as he took the money and handed out the admission slips.

Steven stepped forward to the window: "Jess, I got a girl that is having wet dreams to meet you. Do you have five minutes for her?"

Jess smiled ear to ear. He put up a "next window" sign and slipped out of his high chair. He disappeared behind the curtain.

"April, now, it is your turn. You really have to go all out to make him feel special. Be flirty. Let him look down your blouse. Give him a kiss. Heck, even slip your hand in his pants. Just really go with whatever he wants."

"Okay." April started sounding a bit meeker.

Jess waved them to come past the ticket checker. When April walked past Jess, he slapped her loud on the butt. Not only that, but his hand lingered for a moment to fully feel her youthful firm ass in his hands. Then, he put both his arms on her shoulder to lead her in front of him to a door. The door opened. It was a small broom closet. There was a metal rack with cleaning supplied and other sundries. The door locked behind them. Steven stood guard outside.

Jess leaned back against the metal rack. He had no concern about it being dirty, because he was at home here. April stood by herself a foot away from the door unsure about the whole deal.

"So, what do you have to offer for two premium seat tickets for the hottest premier in town? Steven said that you had hot and misty dreams about me. I am risking getting fired for you."

April slowly glided her lip from the left side to the right. Then, she raised her hair and let if fall back down. She leaned forward to show her bra cleft to Jess. She tucked her boobs together: "Oh, I think, I have to get a crease out of my bra." She reached inside of her bra and touched her boobs with her hands. Jess smiled with his arms and ankles crossed.

"You gotta show me the whole package or no deal."

April bit her lip unsure about the thing. She was pushed up by adrenaline and started unbuttoning her blouse. The white blouse fell to the floor. Her pink bra made her looks sexy. The adrenaline was now really pumping in her body. She was half naked in a broom closet with a foreign guy. She was bribing her way into a theatre. Her mind stopped thinking. Everything seemed surreal like in a movie, like nothing here really happened to her.