When Cynthia got back to the apartment after basketball practice late that afternoon, she discovered Tom and Roger hard at work sifting through the Program website forum posts, categorizing the kinds of descriptions of kids’ reported adverse effects and copying the results to their own database files on the Polytech server.
“Wow, why all that frantic activity? That stuff’ll be there; there’s no need to get it copied off...” she began.
Roger looked up. “We’ve got a possible problem and maybe a change of plans. Tom heard that the feds found the server and will have this site shut down before Monday. So we’re trying to find the hottest stuff and get it saved before the site goes away.”
“Maybe the TV news’ll have something,” Tom said as he got up and embraced and kissed her. “Hi, lover, missed you lots today.”
While they ate, the news came on and the three kids turned their attention to the report when they heard the word “Program” mentioned.
“...Program, which you’ve heard about unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past two or three years. Don has this tidbit of titillating national news.”
“Thanks, Jean, but for once this news about the Program isn’t titillating. The Office of Social Awareness, the federal agency which runs the Naked in School Program, announced this afternoon that they have become aware of what they term an ‘illegal pirate website’ which is providing inaccurate, false, misleading, and sensational information about the Program’s operation in schools around the country. Our network sources report that the Social Awareness office has contacted every high school, asking that each school administration inform its students that if the student accesses what they refer to as that ‘illegal’ website, they are committing a federal crime and they promise to arrest and prosecute all students who visit it. They have also assured school officials that the site will be shut down before Monday, and all contributors to the site will be identified and punished.
“The tech people at our studio have been trying to find the site for the past four days, when we first heard about it, and we still can’t locate it, Jean, so it’s unclear if the feds have been any more successful than our tech people.”
“Don, do we know if the government can carry out those threats, then?”
“We asked that question of Dr Morris Johnson, chair of the Department of Information Technology at Georgia Polytechnic. Here’s what he had to say in an interview this afternoon.”
“Dr Johnson, I’m Don Ferris of WAPM News, thanks for speaking with us. You heard about the government’s claim about the Program website they refer to as a ‘pirate’ site. We can’t locate where it is physically—geographically—located.”
“Don, that’s right. The site operators have used technological tools to mask the site’s location; it’s quite sophisticated, really, and implies that the resources of a large organization were used to set that operation up.”
“How is that even possible? Doesn’t the user of every website have to register—it’s with ICANN, right? Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers?”
“True, Don, for all private-sector websites. And this is one of those. But the operator’s used shell corporation names and addresses. There are actually physical offices at the registered addresses but it seems that no one has been actually present at those locations. I’m aware of some internet security firms who are very interested in talking with the people who set that operation up.”
“Then, sir, do you think that the government can make good on its promise to shut the site down?”
“Well, I don’t see how. It’s certainly not in the U.S. But that leaves the rest of the world for the feds to search; even if they found the country where the server is located, they’d have to bring diplomatic pressure to bear—but I’d bet that with an operation this sophisticated, they’ve got it mirrored—that means a duplicate server—elsewhere, in another country, as a backup. So, no, I believe that it’s a hollow threat.”
“Thank you for that fascinating news, Dr Johnson.”
“Glad I could help, Don.”
“So you see, Jean, that this website is probably immune from government interference, and now if you would like some real titillation, and have a strong stomach to boot, you too can see what the government is all in a snit about. Just visit the site and begin reading, but you’ve been warned. Don’t blame WAPM if what you read horrifies you. Here’s a screen-shot of the home page, it’s in a blog format, and the current blog article is about this very government shut-down threat. And that’s our national news.”
“Holy shit,” Tom breathed. “I guess we can stand down, right? Wow, that’s so cool! Stick it in the eye, you feds! Crap, the more I work on these damned stories of what’s happened to these kids, the sicker I get. I owe the two of you big time for what you kept out of our school, guys.”
“Yes, I do too,” Ayame said; she had come in when the news program was almost over. “Hello, darling,” she greeted Roger with a hug and kiss. “Hee, hee, cute how you all huddle over TV.”
“Well, look, Ayame,” Tom groused. “See how little space there is here? Can’t turn around without banging into someone. Lucky we’re such great friends.”
“Yeah, we really need to find a larger place,” Cynthia sighed. “But we’re stuck here till the summer when the lease is up. Oh, well. Yeah, there’s no rush to copy all that stuff now, so relax.”
“Well, that gives us a little time to play this weekend, right?” Tom asked with a twinkle in his eye.
“Uh, oh,” Cynthia said as she looked at him. “I know he’s got something up his sleeve when he gets that look...”
“I was just thinking, while it’s still warm, and while our class load is still reasonable, we could go somewhere and catch a few rays of sunlight,” Tom went on.
“You mean at a nudist place,” Cynthia finished for him.
“Well, why not? You enjoyed it the last few times when we squeezed in those last visits during this summer.”
“Where did you find a place?” Roger asked.
“Only about an hour-and-a-half away, actually. And the daily grounds fees are great for college students; we just need our student IDs. We can even stay overnight. It’s free if we bring our own tents but there are rentals on site that are pretty cheap too.”
“Did you meet someone who told you about the place?” Cynthia asked. “Some cute girl?” she asked, with an evil expression.
“Yeah, this naked girl came up to me in the cafeteria and told me that I looked like I was a nudist and she had just the camp for me,” he joked. “You’re the one who gets to fraternize with all those naked kids all the time now, not me. I’m getting lonely for some nice nude flesh.”
“So I’m not good enough for you every night anymore, bub?” Cynthia mock-scowled.
“Oh, my god. You damn near wear it out every night and you know it, Cyn,” Tom gasped.
Ayame giggled, “Yes, and you keep us up too. You must learn to keep quiet.”
Cynthia looked at her and laughed. “Sweetie, Tom and I get off just listening to you gasp and moan and cry. Listening to the two of you making love is the fuckin’ sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” she snickered, while Ayame blushed and hid her face in her hands.
Their visit to the local resort that weekend was memorable and they met two other student couples who were enrolled at Avery.
Monday began the new basketball and swimming intensified training regimen and the twins had to be at the athletic complex early each morning for talks, exercise, and meals with their teams. They would have limited time each day during the season, and they would receive their assignments and course work through their academic liaisons when games took them away from campus for more than a day.
Monday afternoon, as Cynthia was getting ready to leave Merritt High after observing another class where the Program had again played a prominent part of the lesson, she was musing about her discussion with the teacher after the class about the validity of an educational objective that expected a girl to allow a classroom full of boys to feel the texture of the inside her vagina and to try to locate her G-spot. She had to intervene in that lesson, pointing out to an incredibly grateful girl and a highly annoyed teacher that in the Program, any penetration of the body had to be completely voluntary. She pointed out that a boy’s finger was just as improper of a penetrating object as a pencil or even a boy’s penis. After class, the teacher threatened not to let her observe in that class again.
She was walking down a corridor leading to the staff parking area when she heard muted sounds of distress coming from behind a closed door. It was apparently an art classroom and seemed empty when she peeked through the window in the door and then she heard a muffled squeal from inside and faint cries of “Stop! stop!”
Cynthia pulled the door open and saw the source of the cries. Beyond a room divider there were two boys, naked from their waists down, struggling with a naked girl, trying to hold her down on a divan while one was trying to climb on top of her. She had a makeshift gag tied around her face but it had been pushed askew during her struggles and she was calling for help now, as she rolled, twisted, and kicked at the boy who was trying to mount her.
Cynthia yelled at them to stop and they both reared up and looked at her amazed. They were big guys, Cynthia realized, over 230 pounds, maybe football players. The two grinned evilly at her.
“Ah, fresh meat,” the closer one said. “You hold that one and I’ll grab this little morsel.”
He stalked closer to her and Cynthia assumed a defensive posture. “Come no closer, bub. You do, and you’ll wake up in the hospital.”
“Yeah, sure, gal. I don’t see the backup army you’d need to stop me. Come to me, my pretty,” he said as he rushed at her to grab her.
His momentum was all that Cynthia needed to lift that large amount of weight. She grabbed his outstretched arm, twisted around as she pulled his arm over her shoulder and levered his bulk onto her back and bent over, and pulled down hard as he hit the floor on his back. Hit it hard, with no pad to break his fall. As his arm twisted, Cynthia felt something give, she felt it pop and he shrieked in pain.
“Ah,” she thought, “dislocated shoulder. He’ll be out.”
The other boy was staring openmouthed at his mate lying on the floor and released his hold on the girl.
“Go get help!” Cynthia yelled at her and startled, she jumped up and ran out as Cynthia advanced on the other guy.
“Let’s you and me play now, okay?” she snarled at him through clenched teeth. “You like to play with defenseless girls? Try me. Come on...”
The guy was stupid. He came. He reached for her and she grabbed him in a judo hold, kicked his legs out from under him, and came down on top, putting him into a choke hold. In competition, it’s a totally illegal hold, but it’s extremely effective as it completely immobilizes the opponent. She applied the choke.
“You were trying to rape her. You kidnaped her, gagged her, and were goin’ to rape her, right?”
“Leggo...” he tried to gasp. “Can’d breazee...”
“Hmmm, should I go all the way? Let you suffocate?” She pulled harder. “Make you suffer like that poor girl? Maybe I’ll just break your neck.”
“Noooo...” he moaned. “sdaaaahp...”
Just then a teacher ran into the room. “What’s... OH!”
Cynthia spoke evenly, “Caught them trying to rape a girl. That one’s out. This one’ll be out in a few seconds,” she said as she pulled her hold a little tighter, then released it, and with the heel of her hand, clipped him hard in the jaw, snapping his head back.
She stood up. “He’s out, probably fifteen-twenty minutes, I’d guess.”
“Holy shit, what did you do?” the teacher exclaimed. “Those guys are on the football defensive line. You took them both?”
“Pussycats. Rape a little girl, get what you deserve. Say, isn’t the punishment for assaulting a Program participant a mandatory prison term? It was in California.”
Then a cop came into the room, the school resource officer, followed by the principal, and then the girl, escorted by the nurse and wrapped in a blanket. She was shivering. She ran up to Cynthia, grabbed her, and began crying.
“God, thank you, thank you, thank you... OH! You were observing in one of my classes! Oh, how can I ever thank you? Those guys—they said they raped another girl last week and got away with it, they had alibis from football team members... Oh, thank you...”
Cynthia turned to the principal. “Sir, you’ve got a real problem here. Your damned Program is out of control if this is happening. I suggest you let the police try to see if they can find the students who gave the false alibis, I think they’d be accessories to a crime, right?”
The cop had cuffed one of the guys on the floor and five minutes later a crew arrived with ambulance gurneys and began working on them. As Cynthia thought, the first one had a shoulder dislocation, they thought a possible fractured pelvis too, and the second had a concussion.
The officer asked the girl to ID the boys and he took the cloth that had been used as a gag and bagged and labeled it. Then another cop came in.
He spoke to the first officer and then went over to Cynthia, pulled out a recorder, and asked for her statement. She told him, briefly and unemotionally, how she had come upon the assault and immobilized the boys.
“Damn, miss, they both probably weigh more than double your weight. What the hell did you use? Injuries to the shoulder, pelvis, and a concussion? On damned football players?”
“Judo, that’s all. I did warn them...”
“Oh, she did!” the girl cried. “She told them that when they woke up it would be in the hospital! I couldn’t believe what she did—that guy tried to grab her and she just threw him like he weighed nothing and he was out cold!”
The teacher spoke up then. “When I came in, she had the second guy in some kind of hold on the floor and he could barely move. That huge pile of muscle and a little girl holding him down and he couldn’t do a damned thing about it. Then she got up, clipped him on the jaw, and he was out, just like that.”
The two cops stared at Cynthia in awe. “Shit, miss, they taught us a little judo stuff in the academy, but to do this to guys twice as big—and two of them; goddamn, hope I don’t get on your bad side,” one commented. “Okay, we have your statement; I’ll need your contact info for the DA and we’ll see where it goes next. Meanwhile, we’ll need to see about those kids who gave the rape alibis. Thanks, Miss Denison.”
The girl was still holding onto Cynthia, so she put her arm around her.
“C’mon, let’s go to the nurse’s office. Did they hurt you, like physically? Did he penetrate you at all?” she asked as she walked the girl out with the nurse trailing behind.
She was still crying. “No, he didn’t stick it in. I feel some bruises. This was my first day in the Program and I was so scared and then this happened...”
Cynthia spent another half hour comforting the girl in the nurse’s office and then her parents arrived to take her away; the police wanted her checked out at the hospital but she wanted her parents to take her. They spent some time gratefully thanking Cynthia. The girl’s father was an attorney, a partner at a fairly large legal practice in Atlanta, and he gave Cynthia his card.
“We owe you big time, my dear,” he told her, “so if you need any legal services, please, please, let me help you with them, you hear? Janice says you’re her hero and that makes you our hero too.”
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