The following day, after their Intro to Ed class ended, Prof Martins asked her to speak to him.
“So, Miss Denison, I hear from your Merritt High School observing class teacher that you are disrupting his class, and then I hear from Principal Leeds that we have to send more students like you; you stopped a rape from happening. Whatever am I to make of this?”
“Sir, that the damned Program is all eff-ed up, you’ll excuse me. In the biology class, that damned teacher was trying to have the boys feel inside the girl’s vagina—dirty fingers, no gloves, whatever—to try to feel her G-spot, and the Program rules specifically say that participants don’t have to permit penetration. The teacher didn’t care, and the poor girl was so out of her mind scared and so intimidated that she couldn’t defend herself. Hell, if she got an internal infection, it could wreck her entire life, and the teacher just didn’t give a damn. I called him on it after the class, asked him how that fulfilled a Program objective, and he just blew me off.
“And the attempted rape incident, that was an example of improper supervision and coddling of football team members. The thugs involved apparently had raped a girl the previous week and got away with it; the administration apparently was trying to bury the incident because I found out that they didn’t report it to the police, they just accepted an alibi given by the thugs’ friends. Both incidents were Program failures. You see why my little group is trying to fight back? This is just so evil, it needs to stop.”
“Ah, well, I wonder if you should continue in that biology class...”
“Well, sir, if you let the principal know that you prefer that I stick with it, then the teacher couldn’t object, right?”
“Certainly, you’re quite correct. If that’s what you want, then.”
“I feel like I’m that class’s protector now, in some way, I think,” Cynthia mused. “Yeah, I’ll stick it out.”
After Cynthia left class, Roger caught up with her. He had been talking with some of the Program study group about the responses they had begun to get from Prof Martins’ contacts. Because of their team practices, the twins had delegated most of the coordination of the data collection to the others in their class.
“Cyn, looks like there’ll be a good response from Martins’ contacts. Almost everyone who he contacted wanted to help get the data from the high-school teachers they’d kept in touch with,” he told her. “Hey, you know my high-school observation assignment starts tomorrow.”
“What school?”
“Parkside. Not Merritt.”
“Well, I sure hope their version of the Program is more humane. The way they treat the kids at Merritt....” Cynthia mused.
“We’ll see. Their principal wants to meet me first. Did you have to talk to Merritt’s?” he asked.
“No. And I should have asked to see him, in retrospect. I would have told him about our high school’s version of the Program and told him that I wouldn’t stand by if I saw something harmful going on.”
“Yeah, and that’s just what I plan to do, sis. Say, Tom said he’d pick me up at Parkside after my class observation tomorrow. I’m riding there with someone else and Tom said he’d wait in the staff lot for me and then we’re meeting with the Polytech group on our study project. You’ve got practice again later, right? So do I, so see ya later, okay?”
“Wait!” Cynthia called. “Text from Tom. He says there’s some incredible TV news report about the Program—a major blowup happened!”
“Cyn—we’re near the Comm Arts Building—let’s get over there and look at their TV news feed!”
They dashed over to the building and had to push their way in; the place was mobbed. Everyone was shouting about a major Program scandal and after a few minutes, a voice spoke over the announcement speakers.
“We’ll replay the statement from the press conference from Attorney General Minner’s office that aired earlier today. There will be a full report on the six p.m. news. Here is that report.”
“Good afternoon, fellow American citizens. I’m here to report to you on an incredible event, a major success in fighting crime and identifying and ending a major breach of our country’s security committed by criminals operating within the halls of our government itself.
“Every listener is certainly aware of the national Naked in School Program that is in operation in most high schools in the country. The Department of Justice recently became aware of the operation of an international criminal organization, members of which had managed to infiltrate the offices of the Program administration and ...”
There were some more details mentioned but the crowd noise drowned it out until someone shouted “QUIET” and they could hear again.
“...coordinated raids, the U.S. Marshals Service, FBI, and local law enforcement agencies raided nine locations around the country and rescued 47 teenaged children who had been kidnaped during the past seventeen months.”
The hubbub rose again but again was hushed.
“...participants in their school’s Naked in School Program and had disappeared either during their Program participation week or on the day prior to beginning their participation. Records seized by the U.S. Marshals Service and the FBI indicate that the criminals belonged to an international sex-trafficking cartel which was known to be involved in kidnaping children to be sold to the sex trade. Law enforcement officials have recovered all of the children who had been reported missing, they are now safe and have been placed in hospitals where their health is being evaluated. Many appear to have been mistreated...”
Once again the racket rose to drown out the speakers and soon it was clear that the statement had ended. People were shouting at each other incredulously as they realized the import of the news. Even though many had missed hearing parts of the broadcast, it was clear that the Program office had been subverted into a criminal enterprise, it was being used to kidnap children for some kind of sex-slave ring.
Cynthia grabbed Roger. “Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “The kidnapers at our school... Ayame... my god...” she began.
“Yeah, maybe, but probably not, you know? That was a private contractor—they were brainwashing the kids, making child porn, but not keeping them, right? So that was a little different. But the same idea. Maybe the rings had some connection but maybe not. It’s worth a mention, though. Maybe I’ll email Capt Donelley later and suggest it; he’d know who to pass that along to.”
“Shit, one thing, then another, just keeps coming,” Cynthia groaned. “Say, maybe this’ll kill the Program now? I hope?”
“Cyn, there are enough entrenched interests involved that I doubt it’ll die that easily,” Roger said bluntly. “Say, what I bet’ll happen is the stranglehold on information will be broken and doing stuff like our study will be much easier. Also if they break up the Program agency, then the federal mandatory rules will probably get changed. Could see lots of changes.”
“Yeah. We’ll watch the news tonight to hear the full report, that’s for sure.”
The following day, Roger met with the principal of Parkside High, Dr Hughes.
“Mr Denison, I find it useful to meet with our observing college students to set some ground rules for our expectations of you, for you to learn some background about our classes, and for you to ask any questions that might have occurred to you.”
“Yes, sir, go ahead.”
Hughes went over some basic information about the classes in his school, mentioned that the Program was operating in the school, and ended with a cautionary note.
“You might feel the urge to become involved in the class or interrupt in some way but I’ll caution you up front that you are not to involve yourself in the class at all. You are an observer only, is that completely clear?”
“It’s clear, sir. I want to hear the rest of your orientation. But a burning question I have is about the Program itself. In light of yesterday’s news, are you stopping it?”
“We don’t plan any changes until we hear from the state education department, so no, there’ll be no changes so far.”
“Okay, thanks, please go on, but I need to tell you that I have my own expectations to discuss after you finish.”
“Oh, really? You have expectations of us?”
“Of course, sir. I’m here to learn. Isn’t it a fundamental expectation that by my observing the teaching here, that expectation would be met? That’s an example, okay?” Roger responded.
“Well then. Here’s some information about the two classes that you’ll be observing in...” Hughes continued.
When he finished, he asked if Roger had any questions. Roger told him that his primary concern was getting what he needed for his course, that was seeing how the high school class objectives were met through the material presented in the daily lessons.
“But, sir, the biggest problem I’ve seen, both in my own high school and what I’ve heard about in other schools, is the conflicting objectives imposed by the Program on the class’s teaching objectives. I’ve seen that frequently the Program ones supplant the primary objectives of the class and that impedes learning. I’m interested in seeing how your school deals with those conflicting objectives. Of course, all that may soon change, but for now it’s an important matter.”
“That’s a thoughtful issue. The best I can say is that the feds mandate the Program curriculum and the teachers try their best to incorporate it into their lesson plans.”
“And some teachers do that better than others, obviously, just as some teachers are more competent than others, you could finish, right?” Roger asked.
“Certainly. But you mentioned your own expectations?”
“I did. I’m adamantly opposed to the Program, its basic idea and the way it’s been run everywhere I’m familiar with. I opposed it in my high school and even helped in almost stopping it from running. Practically no one in the school participated...”
“Impossible! The feds mandated...”
“Sir, let me finish. I assure you we stopped it. The entire student body stood firm. After the first week, the very few kids who were in the Program did it totally voluntarily and we had zero occurrences of things like Reasonable Requests, Relief, and virtually no use of students as human experimental objects.”
“I don’t see how...”
“Simple. Everyone just refused. There were a few cases of attempts at forced compliance, but the students matched force with greater force, so to avoid severe injuries, forced coercion was dropped very quickly. Other coercive threats were also ignored, so the administration had no choice but to give in and accept the limits that the students would accept.”
“Fascinating... so how does this apply here?” Hughes asked.
“Simple. I’ll be observing, of course. But if I see something happening in class that will result in a personal injury—any harm to a child, or a violation of a Program rule, I will move to stop it. I will tolerate, perhaps, a little embarrassment, but much less will I tolerate egregious humiliation, and anything that has the potential for injury I will stop immediately.”
“But things like that don’t...”
“Sir, please. You don’t see what happens in classes; I’ve spoken to people who have. Here’s an example of what the Program does that has the potential for causing injury—not physical injury, but severe injury nonetheless. Do you record classroom demonstrations that show sexual activity among students?”
“Well, that’s part of the Program. Certainly.”
“I assume for so-called ‘instructional purposes.’ What happens to those recordings—the ones that show the kids engaging in sex acts? Think of the effect on the kids’ lives if these recordings surface after those kids grow up. The psychological or even economic effects for those kids in the recordings.”
“The files are wiped after the term, or any DVDs are shredded.”
“But what prevents bootleg copies from being made?”
“We actually have an AV system in place that prevents that. The recordings are digital, saved on a dedicated system, and it takes two people to access those files. The system is not connected to our school’s intranet and the only way to see the files is to play them to a monitor or connect an external copying device right at that server. I’m comfortable with that level of security, actually.”
“Good, you did think about that issue,” Roger replied. “But I hope you understand my concerns. There are some teachers who get carried away with the Program and take things too far.”
“Is that all, then? Okay, it’s been a interesting conversation, Mr Denison, and I hope you profit from your observations at our school.”
“Thank you, sir. Looking forward to it.”
Roger’s science class observation was to be in Health and Psychology. As he walked around the school, he noticed a fairly large number of naked kids. He stopped into the gym to watch a class in progress and again saw a significant number of naked students engaged in the activities. He had about fifteen minutes before his class began, so he stopped in the teacher’s break room; two teachers were having coffee. He introduced himself and, curious, he asked about the unexpectedly large number of naked kids he had seen.
One of the teachers responded, laughing, “It is surprising, yeah, but the Program here is said to be ‘kinder, gentler,’ than what it’s like in other places. We’ve had our share of extremely reluctant kids, of course, but the school gives certain incentives for naked participation, even for kids not on the Program. The naked kids get different kinds of incentives and extra time to ‘blow off steam,’ if you get my euphemism, okay? So many more kids get naked, just for the perks.”
“You mean they can get academic perks? They can slack off and use nudity to raise their grades?” Roger asked, incredulously.
“Not really directly,” the other teacher said. “But they get class participation credits and credits for doing things like modeling for art and photography or in science classes—that way it’s voluntary and no one is forced into doing something they really object to. The first year we had the Program, they picked really popular and well-known kids to do it first, and those kids kind of bonded and made their experience into a kind of competition. They gave each other points for doing some outrageous things, actually, and the principal decided to adopt some of their ideas. The good part is that Dr Hughes’ changes resulted in the Program not being a source of student unrest like it is in a lot of other schools I’ve heard about. And the students put their own twist on it, so that the kids who participate compete for titles like “Hottest Gal” or “Studliest Guy,” things like that. So expect to see some wild things while you’re here.”
“So what about the ones on the Program who don’t like the idea? Are they forced to do stuff they object to?” Roger asked.
“Not exactly forced, but there’s a kind of peer pressure, actually. The Program kids who do get more involved get special attention by the kids who’ve already done the Program. They’re accepted into their exclusive group where they’re treated as kinds of heroes for their putting themselves out there. It’s become a status symbol to be in that group and some kids even go naked before they’re selected, just to become part of it, so teachers never lack for demo volunteers. So to answer your question, yes, the Program students are expected to volunteer and are encouraged and rewarded for it, but they’re not forced.”
“Wow, this is really different from any of the other schools I heard about,” Roger commented.
“Yeah, it is, but it’s not a utopia either. We’ve had our share of student psychological problems; there are still plenty of kids who strenuously object to participating. For them, they have a really traumatic experience and I’ve had kids who’ve had hysteric episodes. Never know who it’ll happen to, so that’s the bad part.”
Then Roger went off to observe the health class. He arrived early and went into the room, looked around in alarm and then at the board.
“Shit,” he said to himself, “what a day to pick...”
The room was set up with a three-inch pad covering a low platform, about six feet square, in the center of the room, and mats were arranged in a circle around the platform. On the board was written, “Sexuality Practical: Coital Methods and Variations.”
Then the teacher came in, saw Roger, and went over to him.
“You’re observing today? Well, you’ll have a lot to see; this is a practical session on sexual intercourse,” she said. “Oh, I’m Rebecca Saunders and you’re Roger Denison? Nice meeting you. This is a Program elective and the participation is voluntary. There are some students signed up as volunteers and others in the class can join in the demo too. Oh, and the class is conducted with everyone naked.”
“Ah, Miss Saunders, sorry, not me.”
“Oh? Well, that’s okay, I guess.”
Roger watched, incredulous, as the events began to unfold. The students began to come in and began stripping—that is, the clothed ones. About half of them were already naked. Then he watched in amazement as the teacher stripped too!
“Wow, she’s a doll,” he thought. “Nice rack, shaved pussy, great figure.”
The kids all sat down on their mats ringing the platform and Saunders gave a short introduction.
“Okay, students, today’s models are going to show us the basic intercourse positions, and after that, any of you students here may come up and try some of the positions yourselves.”
As she was speaking, a guy with a professional video camera came in and pulled a large flat-screen monitor into position.
“We’re using this camera to show closeup views of the models’ sexual organs as our models copulate,” Saunders explained, as the tech set up.
Then two naked kids came out of a back room and the girl climbed onto the mat on the platform and sat; the boy stood in front of her. Roger thought that they looked perhaps fifteen.
“Our first models are Billy and Nora; they’re sophomores, and they’re modeling for us for extra participation credit. First they’ll do some foreplay and then they’ll have intercourse.”
Billy stepped up onto the mat and his three-inch cock was a little tumescent but still soft. Nora crouched in front of him and, with a single long lick, ran the flat of her tongue along the entire length of his cock, which began to rise to become almost six inches in length. Then she flicked the tip of her tongue underneath its crown, making it jump and twitch with each lick of her tongue. Then she crouched lower, brought her mouth down to the base of his cock, and ran her lips and tongue along the crinkled skin of his ballsack all the way back behind his low-hanging balls to his asshole.
“Fuck,” Roger moaned, “that was hot and the camera’s right in there too!”
Roger could see that Billy’s balls were actually resting on top of Nora’s nose as his cock throbbed against her forehead. Nora pulled back and sucked one of Billy’s testicles into her mouth and the camera picked up the image of his precum leaking onto her forehead while his cock was twitching in time with his heartbeat. Nora sucked on one ball and then the other, back and forth, and Billy’s legs began shaking as she finally pulled her mouth off his balls leaving them wet, glistening with her saliva.
Then she sucked his rod into her mouth and Billy groaned and gasped as Nora ran her mouth up and down his shaft. When she pulled her mouth off it and its wet purple head appeared, she lashed it with her tongue and plunged down onto it again. Then Billy pushed her away from him.
“I gotta fuck you now,” he gasped.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her down on the mat, kneeling between her spread thighs. Nora gasped in surprise when he looped his arms behind her knees and rolled her body back. The camera showed how that opened her cunt fully to Billy’s rock-hard cock and Roger watched as it sunk all the way into her, deep into her pussy until their groins met, and Nora gave a little squeal. Her hands were lightly resting on Billy’s shoulders as his hips began to move, first slowly and steadily into her, but then he picked up his speed and began pounding into her over and over and over.
He leaned down to her chest and started sucking on her nipples and she began making a sexy cooing sounds as he sucked one and then the other tit.
“Shit, Nora, you’re so fuckin’ tight!” he moaned.
“Ah, Billy, give it to me! Fuck me hard! Shoot your sperm in me!” she gasped back.
The camera zoomed in on her face and chest and the watching kids could tell she was getting really close; her face was all screwed up and a big flush was spreading over her tits.
Then Billy gasped, “Shit, you’re squeezin’ me...”
It seemed to the watchers that her pussy must have clamped down on his cock because Billy changed the angle of his thrusts and it appeared like her hips were being dragged back and forth by his thrusts. They could see how the flesh around his cock was getting pressed into her each time he plowed in and pulled out as his cock slid out, while his balls made wet slapping sounds each time they hit her ass.
Nora started whimpering loudly, urging Billy to pound her harder and he really began slamming his hips straight up and down into her wide-open cunt with total abandon and that stimulation pushed her straight over the edge because she threw her legs into a wide vee and her hips shot up.
She screamed, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.... god damned cumming... aaahhhh!”
Billy shuddered and gasped, “Oh, shit... me toooo....”
Nora grabbed Billy’s head and pulled him down, kissing him hard with plenty of tongue action. Billy took a few more thrusts and shouted as his pelvis jerked and bucked while he pumped a bunch of pulses of cum into her snatch. Nora’s body was shaking under him with each of the blasts and it appeared that his cock was bottoming out inside her on every thrust.
They lay there gasping for breath, trying to kiss, and saying how much they loved each other; soon Billy pulled back as the camera zoomed in and captured the image of a big glob of cum and secretions oozing out of Nora’s bright-red pussy.
Saunders brought some damp towels and the kids wiped themselves.
“Shit,” Roger gasped to himself, “I can see Saunders’ slit and it’s all red and puffy—she must have been fingering herself!”
“Students, our next pair of models are Ryan and Jill and they are freshmen. Jill is actually a virgin and she’s kindly volunteered to have her virginity taken here for the extra modeling credit plus special participation credits. Our models for this intercourse position don’t need foreplay since they’ve been getting ready for this session in the back room, so Ryan has prepared Jill for us.”
Jill walked haltingly out of the back room. She was flushed pink from head to toe. A tiny girl, maybe fourteen years old only, she had little perky A-cup tits, a cute little pooched roundness to her tummy, and a faint dusting of fine brown hair on her mound. She walked to the platform, climbed onto it, knelt onto her hands and knees, spread her legs a little wider than her shoulders, and then bent down, resting her weight on her elbows on the pad. Her back arched down, thrusting her cute little bubble butt up high to expose her slit, which was drooling with secretions. Ryan had trotted after her like the eager little boy that he was, with his rigid five-inch pecker bouncing as he followed her. It was cute cock, it curled in a little arc jutting out from a little blonde bush at its base.
“Ryan, I need you badly,” Jill whispered to him as she looked back over her shoulder.
He got on his knees behind her and knee-walked up to her crotch from behind. Using the tips of his fingers, he guided his little cock-head up against the cushy, swollen lips shyly covering her pussy’s opening. Reaching around and groaning with lust, Jill used her right hand to try to guide him inside.
“Push,” she breathed. “Do it fast, I need it so bad...”
The class watched as Ryan tensed his ass muscles, grabbed her hips, and thrust forward. She screamed in pain and he pulled back, and pulling her hips swiftly into his groin, he thrust all the way forward again, piercing her hymen and plunging all the way into her channel, completely filling her dripping cunt until his balls slapped against her clit. She shrieked again and yelled at him to stop, but the force of his thrust and the shock of her being completely filled made her fall flat onto the pad with a sudden slap. Her eyes were screwed tightly closed and her face was frozen in a grimace as she rode out the pain lancing through her pelvis. Her torso and her legs trembled as she fought to keep her ass arched into Ryan’s groin.
“Ryan... wait... stings, ooohhh...” she moaned. After half a minute she started to wiggle her ass a little. “Okay, try moving... careful...”
Ryan pulled back; bright red streaks appeared on his cock and then a little blood bubbled out and dripped out onto the mat as he pushed back in and Jill gasped again.
“Ahhh, just fuck me slow now. It’s a little better...” she managed to groan breathily.
Her fingers were clutching at the stitching on the mat.
Ryan began pushing his hips back and forth, his thighs were slapping loudly against her bubble butt and his balls were bouncing against her slit. The two of them were gasping and moaning as Ryan picked up the pace and began fucking her hard. Faster and faster he thrust, his cock was making slurping and squelching noises as he pounded in and out of her tiny hole, and a bright pink froth began bubbling out from where their bodies were joined.
Jill was making a rhythmic squealing gasp with each of Ryan’s strokes and managed to arch her torso back up off the mat. Pushing onto her hands now, her palms dug into the mat as she bucked her hips back forcefully to meet each of Ryan’s lunges. The two of them were now fucking with total abandon and Jill’s whimpers began to develop into urgent demands for release. As the slapping of their bodies grew faster and faster, a light sheen of perspiration began to appear on their bodies. Jill’s head lifted and dropped in rhythm with each thrust of Ryan’s hips, emphasizing their sawing motions.
Jill’s pinkish secretions were now bubbling out of her tight cunt and streaming down her thighs and dripping off Ryan’s balls. She began howling, demanding her body to give her a release from her pent-up lust. Ryan reached under her, found her clit with his fingers, and began to rapidly thrum them over the sensitive organ as he pounded into her with jackhammer thrusts. Suddenly Jill’s body stiffened in response.
“Ahhhh... Oh, oh, that’s.... aaahhhh... cumming... ahhhggg ohhhh eeeeaaahhh!” she wailed.
Ryan gasped in a shuddering exhalation as he pounded into her in a few final thrusts and then his cum surged out as gush after gush of milky jism decorated Jill’s insides. The stimulation of the sensation of pulse after pulse of warmth jetting into her pushed Jill into another series of powerful orgasms. She cried out loudly as her body spasmed and shook again and she collapsed onto the mat, totally spent and satiated. Ryan dropped down beside her, pressing his body against hers as they basked in the afterglow of their release.
Roger tore his eyes off of the spectacle and looked around; a number of kids had paired up on their mats; there were several boy-girl couples locked in passionate embraces and one girl was riding her partner’s cock with great abandon.
Saunders brought Ryan and Jill some towels to clean up, but Roger couldn’t stand the sexual tension any longer; the sights, sounds, and odors were overwhelming his senses.
Saunders was beginning to introduce another couple when Roger approached her and whispered that he had to leave. She grabbed his wrist.
“Stay! Get your clothes off! I need you! Please!” she whispered urgently.
Roger could smell her arousal and pulled away.
“I can’t! Gotta go!” and he ran out.
He ran for the parking area where he was to meet Tom. As he left the building, he noticed a van parked in the corner of the lot and something about it looked strange. It had pulled up over the curb, quite close to the building, and he suddenly realized that its location was almost directly outside the classroom where he had been observing. There were a number of objects that looked like antennas projecting out of the side of the van on the building side. The back of the van was facing in his direction, so under cover of the intervening parked cars, he crept closer.
He was able to come up alongside the van and peek inside. What he saw was startling; inside the vehicle there was what appeared to be a video studio with a number of monitors and he could see the classroom he had just left on two monitors with images of the children on the platform engaging in intercourse while other monitors showed scenes within the room of the other students engaged in sexual activities as well.
“Shit,” he thought, “it’s another child-porn operation!” He backed away carefully. “What the fuck do I do?” he wondered, and looked around.
He noticed that the staff parking area was accessed by a drive that passed between two buildings and realized that he could block the van inside the parking area if he had a car and parked it crossways in the entrance driveway. He pulled out his phone and called 911, reporting a crime in progress, and then tried calling Tom. Tom answered; he was actually nearing the school.
“Tom, listen. Stop at the staff drive entrance. I’ll meet you there. Do NOT go into the staff lot. See you.”
He snuck out of the parking area, ran around the front, and met Tom at the drive entrance.
“Tom, you gotta stop up the drive with your car so a van can’t get out. There’s a child porn operation going on here and we’ve gotta stop it!”
“Oh boy, here we go again,” Tom muttered. “At least this time I’m dressed! Okay, I see what you mean... let me get into position.”
He maneuvered his car and blocked the drive just as the people in the van noticed the activity. Roger told him to get out, take the keys, and run out to the front to meet the cops. As he ran down the entrance drive, the van started up, backed out off the curb, and approached Tom’s car; then it stopped and a guy jumped out.
“What the hell are you kids doing? Get that car out of there!” he yelled.
Roger yelled back, “We’re stuck! It won’t start!”
The guy ran up and looked inside. “Where are the fuckin’ keys?” he snarled.
“Must have dropped them under the car when we got out,” Roger replied.
The guy dropped, looking under the car.
“Okay, kid, that’s it. Quit fuckin’ around; gimme the damn keys!”
“I guess my friend must have taken them when he went to meet the tow truck. I don’t have them.”
The guy tried to see where Tom went and then turned to Roger.
“Okay, kid, here’s what you’ll do. Call him fuckin’ now and get him back here or I’ll break your skull, okay?”
“Sorry, that’s not happening. I’m waiting for the tow truck.”
The guy growled a curse and charged at Roger. With the predictable results, a very messy shoulder throw, messy because the guy landed on his back on rough, gravelly pavement, lacerating his back fairly extensively. The van’s driver leaped out at seeing his partner go down and ran toward Roger. He had a knife.
“You shithead, you’re gonna pay for that...” he snarled as he came at Roger.
Roger noticed movement in the drive out of the corner of his eye, so he leaped away from his knife-wielding assailant and glanced in that direction. Police car. Roger backed away and dodged as the man came at him again.
“Police! Drop the knife!” came the shout.
The guy made another pass at Roger; this time giving Roger the opening he needed, and Roger took him in a hip throw. The knife went flying. Roger turned to the cops and put up his arms.
“Thanks, officers,” he called.
The two cops advanced carefully, pistols drawn but pointed down.
“Don’t move, stay there and tell us what’s going on,” one said from about fifteen feet away.
The two men on the ground were beginning to move and the second cop told them to stay put.
“Those two were filming sex scenes from inside the school. They’ve got a video studio in that van,” Roger explained.
“He’s a liar,” one of them gasped. “We’re video techs and were working on a project here.”
“Just look at what they’ve recorded, officer. I was in the school, in a sex-ed class, and there was a camera person in there working for the school. The recordings are all confidential, that’s what the principal told me, and aren’t supposed to be copied. These guys are using some kind of wireless to break the school’s privacy controls. I’ll bet there are accomplices inside, maybe even that camera guy.”
Someone must have notified the school because Dr Hughes appeared just then. Roger repeated his discovery to Hughes, who looked totally shocked.
“See what I mean, Dr Hughes? How the Program gets out of control, and how stuff you think can never happen can happen right under your nose? Do you think Miss Saunders is aware of what’s going on, that she’s being recorded nude and her class is being broadcast outside? Or other classes are getting videos made of them? Did you know that her classroom has all kinds of cameras set up inside, also? I saw that the van had numerous views of the classroom from various angles.”
Eventually the police were able to put together a coherent story. Within a half hour, a police tech confirmed that the equipment in the van contained video images from the classroom where Roger had been observing, plus videos from other classrooms as well. The videos had been transmitted using high-quality radio equipment which had been integrated into the school’s video system, and the school’s two AV technologists appeared to be involved, but apparently none of the teachers were. There were many hidden cameras located in various rooms in the school, including the locker rooms and shower areas. And Roger learned that there were a number of other people involved in the operation as well; Parkside High was not the only high school that had been infiltrated, as he eventually found out.
By the time Roger got finished with the police and detectives, given multiple statements, and spoken to Dr Hughes, Miss Saunders, the school’s attorney, and assorted others, his extreme sexual high had totally abated. Tom had hung around and, although he had seen virtually nothing, did back up several of Roger’s assertions; besides, Roger was glad for his support. Eventually they got to go home.
Whereupon Roger found that he had become a minor celebrity. Apparently one of the people with whom he had spoken was a reporter.
“College athlete thwarts child-porn ring. Story at eleven,” Cynthia quoted when Roger dragged in, followed by Tom. “What the hell happened, anyway, bro?”
Roger gave the others a summary of his afternoon at Parkside.
“Damn, that was so fuckin’ hot... If I had stayed another minute I think I would’ve cum in my pants without even touching myself—a private sex show, it was, and crap, dangerous as hell! Now I know what Ellen meant when she said the Program made a voyeur out of her. I was so damned turned on by watching all that sex, and shit, it was hotter than hell! Those kids will get hooked on that and will want more, and that’ll feed the demand for more porn, not to even mention child porn. Damn, how the hell do I write up this observation for class?”
“Didn’t the Program debacle make the principal want to stop it?” Cynthia asked.
“Nah, Hughes said they’d keep it unless he heard differently about it from the state. Oh yeah. I was thinking about the differences with the way the Program turned out here—how the kids accept it. They’re actually paid for complying, you know? Extra credits, points for doing sexual activities, like that little girl who had her cherry busted. She did it for participation points. Isn’t that really just the same as prostitution? Can you reward someone for sex without it either being coercive or being a form of prostitution? The more I think about this, the worse it seems, even in a school where the kids have sort of accepted the Program.”
Later they watched the news and Roger told them he thought the story was fair and didn’t sensationalize his role; he had simply discovered the videos being made and reported it. He was relieved that nothing had been mentioned about how he and Tom had thwarted the van’s escape. The news report did provide some additional details; virtually everyone in the ring had been located and arrested and warrants for two remaining people, minor figures in the operation, had been issued.
With the news of the Program scandal, the twins’ class study group had expected that the activity in the Program website forum would fall off and that it would affect their ability to continue to get information about student performance. They were quite surprised and relieved to learn that the opposite was occurring; now the site had become the go-to place for all Program information nationally; it was becoming a clearing house for reports about what was happening in virtually every state. With the collapse of the Office of Social Awareness, its staffing gone and its functions absorbed into the federal Department of Education, users of the forum were braver in giving more personal information, now that they felt that they couldn’t be identified, let alone located.
The site’s operators had noticed that teachers were beginning to contribute their own stories and saw that information about student performance under the Program was appearing. They wrote several blogs about the latter and even set up a teacher’s section to accommodate posts from them. However, the identity of the site’s operators and the location of its server remained closely-held secrets.
The study therefore progressed without interruption. Prof Martins had suggested significant improvements to the survey questions that the group had first prepared. They had planned that it would simply consist of an aggregate of students’ grades in the same course pre- and post-Program. Martins recommended that other information about the nature of the Program be included with the objective data, information like a scale indicating the degree of compulsion used in enforcing participation, the level of student tolerance from extreme opposition to full acceptance, the teacher’s observed assessment of the amount of humiliation the students were subjected to, and similar qualitative measures that would indicate the general level of student trauma produced by the Program.
Martins cautioned the group that their project in his class could at best be a preliminary study since it would have limited data and not much time existed in the class’s term for the data to be fully evaluated. He also cautioned them that there were research standards that would have to be met for any study that involved the use of sociological data, including a review of the study methods which had to be conducted by an impartial university review committee. He suggested that if they wanted to continue the study after they completed his class, with the possibility of the group publishing their conclusions, that he could arrange the necessary review; they agreed, deciding that they were willing to see what a complete study would uncover.
The twins’ athletic schedule limited the amount of time that they had available to participate but they were involved in many of the meetings where the data was being analyzed and Cynthia took a lead role in writing the discussion and conclusions. Then, when it was time for the students’ class projects to be submitted, the group had produced a preliminary analysis that was based on student performance data from thirty-eight different classes from that number of different high schools. They had categorized the objective data by what they called a “Program Severity Index” based on the stringency of student compulsion and other negative factors the teachers had identified. They were startled to see that there was little correlation between the “severity” of the Program and the decrease in student grades; in all cases the drop-off averaged about 11 percentage points—equivalent in most schools to a full letter grade: a B before the Program began became a C under the Program, on the average. Clearly their preliminary results showed that the Program produced significant damage to the students’ academic performance.
After the class’s term was over, Prof Martins agreed to continue to advise the group as he began guiding them in learning how to produce a proper report of a research study and the group spent their spring semester in continuing the work as their time permitted. They eventually collected data from 487 classes and stopped when Martins told them that this number of classes would provide enough data that statistical accuracy could be achieved. The final report concluded that the national average decline in grades for students in schools running the Program was 9.8 percentage points.
The other information being collected, the personal reports about problems the Program caused that the Polytech group had worked on, was also assembled into a report; it was published as a white paper in a featured posting on the Program information website. The paper contained a summary of the different kinds of results, positive and adverse, reported on forum posts, ranging from stories showing positive consequences to the most adverse, the reports that implied that the Program was the cause of three suicides.
The news media picked up the stories of these studies in late spring and they caused an immediate national sensation; coverage and the ensuing discussions only lasted two days, however, before the next major news story broke and people’s attention turned elsewhere.
Then the spring term ended and the four friends spent the early part of their vacation visiting their parents; Tom visited his parents in California with Cynthia; Ayame flew with Roger to Japan for a week to see her parents; and the four spent some time with the Denisons at Camp Lejeune.
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