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I opened the door and there stood Christina, looking pretty

depressed.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked.

"I know you have company," she replied. "Can

we talk outside?" It wasn't too chilly but I wasn't wearing too much
either.

"Of course," I walked onto the porch, leaving the

door mostly closed behind me. "What's wrong?"

"I've worked things out with Faith and the other

girls," Christina paced nervously. "We are all going to keep quiet
about what you learned and see how we can turn this to our advantage." I
didn't say anything because she hadn't come to tell me the news of what had
been the obvious move on her part so I was left wondering what was going on,
then I saw it.

I opened my arms to the side, palms forward, and waited. She

saw the move and looked me over with obvious reluctance for what would come
next. Finally, she stepped up to me and rested her forehead on my shoulder and
let me encase her in my arms. It sucks to be alone, but it truly sucks being
alone and being the one in charge even more.

"God, Zane, I fucked up. I could have ruined Heaven's

life," she sighed. "The others trusted me and I let them down."

"You are not doing Heaven any favors by being paralyzed

with doubt," I told her. "You had no idea who you were up against and
even if you had, you would still have weighed what was best for Heaven against
the risks and pretty much acted in the same manner."

"You don't understand Heaven," Christina said.

"You don't understand her home life."

"Her home life is not my concern, Christina," I

pointed out. "The Heaven here and now is my concern, though, and it is the
concern of several more friends she's made since coming to this school, friends
she wouldn't have if she stayed in a hole."

"What if I fuck up again?" she worried. "So

many girls are depending on me to keep the Chancellor at bay."

"I fuck up all the time and I'm still here," I

countered. "I know what you mean, though. Sometimes when these girls look
at me like they expect me to have all the answers and I've got nothing, I want
to run and hide."

"We don't have that luxury. We chose to stand up and

now we must carry on in our struggle. I don't know about you, but I wasn't
raised to quit," I related to her.

"I made a mistake, Zane. I don't make mistakes,"

she declared.

"I'm confused; have we lost?" I questioned her.

"No," she grumbled, "and that is not what I

meant. I brought Faith in, I misread her, and we all suffered because of it. I
was deceived."

"Well, someone should remind Christina Buchanan from

time to time that she's human, and a pretty smart woman at that," I
replied. "You don't have to win every battle, only the last one."

"That is what my grandfather said," she mumbled

into my shoulder.

"He sounds like a clever guy," I said softly.

"He should go far someday." Since he was one of the richest men in
America, I was probably right.

"You can be a real jerk at times," she muttered,

but I noted she wasn't moving.

"I have to agree with you," I said, as I got up on

my tiptoes and kissed her on the top of the head. I leaned back and tilted her
head to me with a finger under her chin. "Christina Buchanan, would you
marry me?" No one said anything for a minute.

"Can I think about it?" she finally whispered.

"Of course," I assured her. "How could I be

in love with you if I couldn't wait for you?"

"How can you love me when you don't even know me?"

she asked.

"That's why it is love and not like," I answered.

"There are times you really piss me off but there is never a moment I
don't want to be with you."

"You don't like me?" Christina studied me.

"Right now I like you just fine, but you can be a real

pain at times. See, I know what's right and you refuse to know your
place," I responded.

"And what place is that?" she smiled.

"Above me, smiling down," I leaned in for a kiss.

"No," she shook her head.

"No?" I pleaded.

"We have a long way to go before I let you treat me

like another one of your girls," Christina informed me.

"Okay," I agreed.

"No hard sell in my emotionally vulnerable state?"

she mused.

"You are safe with me, Christina," I assured her.

"That's good to know, Zane. Now go inside before Rio

blows a gasket," she smiled, slipped out of my arms, and walked toward her
car. I still soaked up the marvel of her receding silhouette.

Rio was leaning against the wall just inside the hallway

when I got back in.

"I don't get the two of you," she grinned.

"I love her," was my only response.

"That's good, because she's fucking nuts about

you," Rio laughed. I couldn't decide whether she was kidding or not.

Later, we lay together in bed, Rio partially over me where

she alternated between listening to my heartbeat and kissing my shoulder. She
also had a hand between her legs and was doing some serious vaginal
stimulation.

"Zane."

"Yes?" I replied.

"I had an abortion," she confided in me.

"Oh, okay," was all I could manage to come back

with.

"'Oh.' Is that it?" she sounded a bit hurt.

"I figure there is more to the story than you had an

abortion. So are you going to tell me what it is?" I inquired. She mulled
that over for a few seconds.

"I did some really stupid shit, like getting shit-faced

drunk at some parties with people I barely knew, and pretty much got used like
a whore. I didn't really care, and eventually I got knocked up," she told
me.

"My parents, the big Pro-Lifers that they were,

smuggled me out of state to a private clinic and aborted the kid. They never
asked my opinion on the matter but I imagine that having a pregnant daughter
who couldn't even name the father wasn't on their agenda," she recited
bitterly. I wrapped an arm around her, rolled over on her, and kissed her
gently on the lips.

"I don't know what to say," I began. "I can't

imagine what it was like to go through that."

"Huh," Rio snorted. "My parents slapped me

with anti-depressants and an implant, my 'friends' told me it was for the best,
not being teen Mom material and all, and I treated myself like a whore."

"Hell, I sucked and fucked the entire lawn crew once; I

fucked my little brother's friends; and I became known as the girl who would
ride bareback at my school. It is a miracle I didn't contract herpes or
AIDS," she recited sadly. "I think I hated just about
everybody."

"You know that none of that matters to me; right?"

I asked. "You are still that woman I woke up next to on day one."

"To the bitter end," she recited.

"To the bitter end," I affirmed, my promise to

stand by her no matter what.

"Why couldn't you be in love with me?" she sighed.

"You are asking an eighteen-year-old how this love

thing works?" I teased her. "I've been lucky enough to meet five women
in the past two weeks I'd like to spend forever with, and I love the one I'm
least likely to end up with. I'm clueless."

"Me, Iona, Barbie Lynn, Christina and Heaven?" Rio

guessed. I nodded, which made her snicker. "You really want to spend
forever with Heaven? You are a glutton for punishment."

"Heaven can be really nice," I defended my

girlfriend.

"She's got a permanent case of PMS. Hell knows what

would happen if she actually had PMS," Rio teased me back.

"So you don't want to spend any more time with

her?" I inquired.

"Fuck that," Rio giggled, "I like them brave,

bold, and saucy in the saddle. I'd love breaking her down, or having her break
me trying."

"Fine," I announced after a moment's

contemplation.

"Fine?" she asked.

"I'm not going to break my word to Jill but I can't

wait to fuck you until we get back to campus, so how would you like to screw on
Pastor Bill's desk before Sunday school?" I suggested.

"I'd love to leave a little something extra on that gold-plated

conman's desk," Rio purred.

"Now, Zane, do you think you could bend the rules ever

so slightly and finger-fuck me? I'm ever so horny," Rio pleaded. I figured
it couldn't hurt too much; right? I rubbed and rubbed one hand down to her
crotch where Rio had already pulled her soaked panties down to mid-thigh. With
my other hand, I pushed up her top, exposing her ripe nipples, chain and all.

I plucked a nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue play

along the stud before sucking in more of the breast, increasing the pressure on
the nipple itself. Rio was well worked up already and now began to writhe
beneath me. My free hand passed below her carefully groomed chevron-shaped
pubic mound and along her clit.

Her folds welcomed me like molten gold, so hot yet silky

smooth to the touch. As she started to moan, Rio stuck the meat of her palm
into her mouth and bit down in order to keep quiet. I spent a minute playing
with her two studs in her labia before working two fingers deep inside her,
twisting them, and seeking out her G-spot.

"Gak!" Rio convulsed as I stroked it. Oh, yeah, I

thought, as I began to seriously work it over. Rio's fluids were sloshing
around my fingers, her other hand began pressing my whole mouth over her
breast, and she kept bucking up against me. I now began to alternate between
rhythmically tapping her special place and brutally finger fucking her, driving
two fingers in and slapping her clit with my palm.

"Uh, uh, uh, ugh, ugh, umm," Rio began panting,

then her body arched and she screamed into her clenched fist. "Oh, fuck,
that's good," she finally managed to get out. Before I could respond, she
grabbed my head and drew me up for a fierce kiss. She tore at my lips and tried
to steal my breath away.

"Tell me you want me," she pleaded with a

desperate hunger tinged with fear.

"I want you, Rio, always," I responded with my own

heat and need. Slowly the passion ebbed from Rio's eyes and a playful demeanor
replaced it.

"You are such a dumb blonde, Glenda," she sighed

happily. Glenda had been the name that had allowed me admission to school in
the first place, Glenn Zane Braxton, Glenda.

I answered by pulling my fingers out of her cunt, taking a

lick, then pushing them through her lips. Rio daintily sucked on them, pulling
them in and cleaning them off before biting down like the little bitch she is
and making tears come to my eyes.

"What the fuck!" I hissed.

"That's for not giving me your cock, Asshole," she

snickered. When I looked ready to explode, she pouted her lips, rolled onto her
stomach and stuck her bare ass up in the air for a spanking. I grunted and
rolled over onto my side, away from her.

"Good night, you witch," I sulked.

There was some rustling behind me a minute later, then Rio

snaked an arm around me and pressed her body to my back.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I act crazy at

times." I rolled over to face her.

"I know what I'm getting into, Rio," I comforted

her. "That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt at times." I displayed my
wounded fingers. She kissed my fingers, I kissed her lips, and we both finally
went to sleep.

Preacher William, Valerie, and the seeds of discord.

Jill didn't know what to make of our prompt appearance

Sunday morning for breakfast already dressed for church. I'd convinced Rio to
not try a hard sell with my aunt, instead playing it calm, cool, and collected.
The real reason we wanted to get to church early was because I'd come up with
the idea of screwing Rio on Pastor Bill's massive mahogany desk before class
and she'd become infatuated with the scheme.

Gaining Definition

We had to remember our Bibles before eagerly heading out the

door. Mine went back to my missionary days while Rio's was brand new, a gift
from Jill. She'd lost her old one on the trip from Arizona to Virginia, or so
she'd told Jill. In reality, she had torn hers apart page by page and stuffed
it down the airplane toilet during the flight, her way of spreading the gospel.

Once at the church, we split up, Rio and I getting together

a few minutes later. I was unsure about the security cameras in the hallway but
Rio shrugged it off. She followed the wires to the closet the system was kept
in, picked the lock, and deleted the last two hours of footage before
deactivating the whole system.

I was clever enough to wipe off all our fingerprints before

we made for the pastor's office. This time, Rio's improvised, lock picks
weren't necessary as the secretary kept the door unlocked. We slipped past her
station to the larger office beyond and I chased Rio around to the 'big chair'.

"So, Bad Boy, are you going to make me a Bad

Girl?" Rio taunted me.

I stepped up between her thighs and got ready to feast on

her succulent cunt lips when she held me up.

"I don't think we have time for that," Rio

grinned. She slipped out of her panties, which I quickly pocketed (having
learned from the first Barbie Lynn incident), and hopped up on the desk facing
me.

I unbuckled my belt, fixed the button, and unzipped my

pants. My cock came smoothly out of my boxers and I lined up with Rio's slit.
Her juices were already flowing by the time my cockhead graced her full lips.

"Oh, that's what I've been looking for," Rio

moaned, as I pushed forward inch after glorious inch inside her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and came close to doing

the same with her legs around my waist by the time I was fully into her. I got
a few half-thrusts into Rio, our faces only inches apart, when I began to push
her back down on the desk.

"No, I want to look into your eyes," she told me.

I nodded and started driving my cock in a strong steady rhythm.

"Rio," I said softly.

"Yes," she breathed heavily.

"I like saying your name," I explained. "I

like the sound of it and the way it makes me feel."

"I, I was sure she was fighting for a snarky reply but

then she smiled and said, "Okay."

"Oh. God, Oh, Fuck," Rio gasped, as we began,

getting her close to climax. I stopped when I first heard the voices.
"What?" Rio panted. I pulled her off the desk and looked for a place
to hide. There were three other doors out of the room. I took the closest,
yanked up my pants, and dragged Rio to it.

It turned out to be a large closet with vestments, coats,

and a few changes of clothing inside. Before I could finish shutting the door,
Rio put her hand in the way. Before I could inquire why, the main office door
opened and in came Pastor Bill and Lance Wellington. They were yammering on
about something or other; I really wasn't paying attention.

All that changed after Pastor Bill took his seat behind the

desk and swiveled it to the side. Lance came around the desk and knelt before
our spiritual leader. His body blocked my visual but I heard a zipper being
undone and some clothes being pushed aside. What Lance proceeded to do was
clear enough, though.

Rio was between me and the door; she looked over her shoulder

and grinned evilly. Before long, she had my cock in her hand and was
maneuvering it back to her cunt from behind. I moved my hips down, she arched
up, and I slipped back into the hole I'd been in not a minute before. I stayed
still while Rio began to ride my cock up and down.

There we were, two very different couples separated by less

than a dozen feet, both fucking in different ways. Lance was giving Pastor Bill
oral attention in a manner that dictated long familiarity to not only
cock-sucking, but blowing Pastor Bill in particular. Rio had one hand placed
against the door sill in order to stop us from spilling out of the closet while
the other was tucked against her stomach.

The four of us were pushing toward climax but Pastor Bill

was the first one to the trigger. I was still feeling the oily smoothness of my
cock inside Rio's cunt while rubbing both breasts through her shirt and bra
when Lance began chocking and sputtering. The bastard hadn't even warned Lance
that he was cumming.

Good ole Pastor Bill reached across the desk to grab two

Kleenex. As he did so, his other hand came down to rest on a slick spot Rio and
I had left on his desk. He looked at his hand with disgust and wiped it off his
hand before handing a tissue to Lance.

"Get going to class," Pastor Bill told his

cock-sucking companion.

"Of course, Pastor William," Lance responded as he

cleaned his face. As he headed to the door, he turned to the preacher.

"Do I have to do another marriage counseling session

with Felicity? She is so damn annoying," he whined.

"Lance, you are going to have to keep up appearances

and that means spending the occasional night with her," Pastor Bill
lectured him. "As distasteful as she is, she is the socially acceptable
choice for your spouse if you plan to have a political career."

"I wish this whole marriage thing was over with

already," Lance sighed. "Then I could stick her in the house and get
her out of my life."

"Remember, a woman is a duty, but you know how to get

your pleasure. Take your pill when you have to lay with her, and if nothing
else, use her back door," he chuckled.

"I suppose so," Lance conceded, "but I'll

have to shut her up. She blathers on and on incessantly and her voice is so
grating."

"Well," Pastor Bill laughed, "you can always

use her mouth too." Lance snorted and left the room; Bill followed a
minute later.

For our part, the whole exchange between Pastor Bill and

Lance got Rio hotter and hotter. She was rocketing back against me until I was
afraid the slapping of our flesh would alert our host to our presence.

Once he was gone, Rio went off.

"Fuck me, damn it," Rio exulted. "I'm going

to rape their asses." I wasn't sure how that would work. It wasn't like
Rio's or my word would go all that far. I decided to spin her back around and
kick her leg up over my arm so I could fuck her while gazing into her eyes.

The first thing I noticed was the sheer joy etched all over

her face. The second thing I noted was her phone in hand, set on record. There was
going to be some severe damage over this and I had to do damage control, but
first I had to screw Rio to orgasm.

"Ah, ah, ah," Rio moaned. "You are churning

me up inside, you fucking brute. This is so fucking good."

"And the video?" I inquired.

"Fucking brilliant," she panted, "My best

idea yet." I drilled Rio several more strong strokes and she gripped me
tightly and sexually exploded on me. She kept squeezing my cock with her
vaginal muscles as I came in her as she was still cresting her wave.

"Oh, Zane," she wept tears of joy on my shoulder,

"You make all this other shit bearable."

"No problem, bro," I sighed happily, "but we

need to talk about the video."

"Yeah," she snorted, "you have a plan. I'm

going to bypass me having a temper-tantrum and get straight to you making me
happy with how clever you are."

"We find more ways to bring Felicity over to our side,

then hit her with this when she's wavering," I detailed. "We still
need credibility and that's going to take Barbie Lynn on our side. Once we get
Felicity, we can get Mrs. Wellington too. That gives us access to everyone in
the church."

I set Rio onto her feet and handed her panties too her. Rio

shimmied into them and grinned.

"Now I'm all sloshy inside. Is that thing a damn fire

hydrant?"

"You weren't complaining a minute ago," I

countered.

"I'm not complaining, but all those bitches in class

are going to know I've been fucked," she snickered.

"Who are you going to blame?" I wondered.

"Pastor William, our glorious shepherd; I can describe

just what his cock looks like now," she grinned manically.

"I think we are back to that whole 'credibility'

issue," I reminded her.

"You aren't going to let me have any fun," Rio

pouted.

"Well, work on this; I'm pretty sure Lance isn't the

only guy here that the pastor is using. Lance was a tool, nothing more," I
told her. "It could be fun to find out who his other toys are."

"I hate you for having a better idea than me," Rio

giggled, "but I love your deviant mind more."

"I love you too, Baby," I said as I brushed her

cheek. "Let's get to class before they get to ridicule us for arriving
late." Rio grabbed my hand and sprinted with me out of the office. We were
late to class but only just. This time I'd studied so Mr. Coleman wasn't able
to humiliate me, though some wise-ass taunted me about being on a women's
committee.

"Yes, I do," I confirmed, "and what committee

are you on?"

"Athletics committee," he sneered. I gave him a

shit-eating grin right back that gave him pause.

"So I hang out with a bunch of MILF's, which is a

pretty red-blooded American male thing to do, while you hang out with a bunch
of guys, which is pretty homo-erotic," I chuckled.

There was a deafening silence in the room. We had broken up

for church service and a few guys were almost out the door. The target of my
aggression was first stunned, then angry.

"Mr. Braxton, that is quite enough out of you,"

Mr. Coleman snapped.

"I'm sorry about that, Mr. Coleman. I thought he was

ribbing me about my committee so I teased him back about his; I wasn't serious,"
I lied.

Andy, the guy who'd given me a hard time, elected that

moment to get in my face.

"That wasn't funny, Braxton," he snapped. Mr.

Coleman remained conspicuously silent.

"Gosh, Andy," I quipped, "I don't know where

to begin. How about, we are in a House of God and shouldn't be raising a fist
against one another."

"If that doesn't work, do understand that you get the

first punch, then I break you like a twig," I continued with eagerness
written all over my face. "You are an elementary school teacher and I have
years of martial arts experience." Andy suddenly paled.

"Mr. Braxton," Coleman growled again. "How

dare you threaten somebody?"

"Um, Mr. Coleman, Andy got in my face, so what exactly are

you getting on my case about? Wouldn't the situation be better served if you
stopped him in the first place?" I said.

"Andy should be able to take a joke better,"

another guy in my class, Christopher Gilbert, joined in. "Besides, Zane's
right; the wives on the committee are attractive and their husbands are lucky
men."

That seemed to end the matter because Chris Gilbert was the

son of somebody and carried weight in this crowd. We continued to depart but I
felt obliged to stop Chris.

"Thanks, but I'm not sure why you just backed me up

there," I questioned.

"Maybe you're not such a bad guy," he grinned.

I had to think that over. I barely knew Christopher Gilbert.

He was 23, son of a big real estate guy, he was a property manager, whatever
that was.

"I have to appreciate the timing of your

epiphany," I joked.

"It came to me late Thursday night when I had a

security issue at one of my properties," he grinned. Oh, crap. His daddy
must own the mall where I had that little altercation.

"Sorry if I cost you a good night's sleep," was

all I could say.

"Let me say that, 'damn, you're fast,' and it would

have been mean of me to let Andy get his ass handed to him in front of all his
friends," Chris related. "He's really not a bad guy either."

"I'll keep that in mind," I nodded.

We were making our way to the church hall when Rio, Iona,

and Barbie Lynn intercepted us.

"Hey, Ms. Masters," Chris said to Barbie Lynn. He

looked at the other two girls.

"Christopher Gilbert, this is Rio Talon and Iona

Becket, two of my classmates and closest friends," I introduced my
buddies.

"So, Chris, how do you know Barbie-licious?" Rio

smirked.

"Huh?" Chris said.

"Rio has an intense sense of humor, Chris," I

intervened. "Pay her no mind." Before Rio cold make things worse, I
placed an arm behind her and pinched her ass. "Behave," I warned her.

"Okay, Zane," Chris chuckled. "Good luck with

that one. To answer your question: I know Ms. Masters from a few years back at
a youth retreat. We were both counselors. Take care now." He turned and
walked off to his section of the tabernacle while the girls and I went off to
ours.

"So, Barbie, were you hot for Chris back at camp?"

Rio persisted.

"Chris? Nah, he had a girlfriend back then; they both

went to the University of Virginia. I think they broke up right before they
graduated but I'm not sure," Barbie Lynn informed us. "Besides, I had
a fianc too."

"Had? Have you tossed him over for Zane?" Rio

teased. I sighed and Barbie Lynn blushed.

"Nah, Shugah, I tossed him over for you," Barbie

Lynn whispered into Rio's ear.

"Just for that tantalizing tease, no Honey Glaze for

those hot crossed buns of yours," Rio bantered right back.

"Am I the only one who remembers we are in a

church?" lectured Iona.

"No, you are not," Christina surprised us.

"Now stop trying to make a scene and sit down with the rest of us."
We dutifully obeyed because three of us respected Christina and I had one of
Rio's arms twisted behind her back.

At the end of service there was no problem getting the gang

to go down to the space between the pews and the podium where the important
people gathered. I caught Pastor William shooting me a hooded look but I blew
him off. I was here for someone else, as was Barbie Lynn and Rio. Iona was
tagging along to make sure we kept out of too much trouble.

"Hey, Sahara," I greeted the pastor's wife, who

hovered near but wasn't part of the action.

"Why, hello, Zane," she smiled. "Did you

enjoy the service?"

"I'm still a little fuzzy on the message of seeking wisdom

in God's word instead of Man's technology," I grinned. "After all, I
have an app that gives me helpful Bible verses on demand."

"I think you missed the point, Zane," she shook

her head with mirth. "We need to trust the Word of God over the simple technological
solutions that fail to take in the moral implications of the results."

"Wow, when you say it that way, it makes sense," I

applauded. Sahara blushed and gave me another smile.

Rio and Barbie Lynn had closed in on Felicity, allowing Iona

and I to come up behind Mrs. Wellington. I put my hand on the small of her back
and positioned myself at her side.

"Hello, Mrs. Wellington," I greeted her. I knew

her first look at me would define a lot about how she felt about last night.

"Zane," she beamed at me. "How are you doing

today?"

"Better now," I grinned. "I just wanted to

say that I'm downloading those files we discussed when I get to campus this
afternoon."

"Oh," Mrs. Bainbridge sneered, "is Mr.

Braxton working on a special project already?"

"Zane," Rochelle Wellington smiled to her rival

sweetly, "send Kendra a copy of the notes you showed me. Kendra, Zane has
a talent for 3-D imagery that the committee will find quite useful. I thought
you might find it nice to have our newest member showing some interest."

"Oh, it is his interest that I'm worried about,"

Kendra commented, with a pretty obvious look toward Sahara.

Before I could respond to that jab, I felt a hand on my

shoulder trying to pull me around.

"Pastor William wants a word with you," Lance informed

me.

"Okay," I shrugged, then turned back to Kendra.

"Mrs. Bainbridge, I admit that it is my fault that I find Mrs. Penny to be
kinder, more compassionate, and more spiritually understanding than you. She is
a gentle soul who better relates to what a young man needs."

"Pastor William wants to see you now," Lance

insisted.

"That's nice, Lance. I'm talking to your mother,"

I said dismissively. "Rochelle, thank you for agreeing to mentor me; I
appreciate you helping me understand this Church and this community by taking
some of your valuable time to listen to my ideas."

"Ladies, have a nice Sunday. Okay, Lance, let's go see

what Pastor Bill wants now," I told him.

"His name is Pastor William," Lance corrected me

somewhat angrily.

"No, his name is William Penny and he happens to be a

pastor," I jibed. Lance's response was stymied by our arrival at Pastor
Bill's circle of cronies.

"Ah, Glenn," Bill greeted me. "I would like

to invite you to dine with my wife and I tomorrow night." I was smart
enough to know that wasn't really an invitation, but still,

"I'd like to but this week is our first round of

testing for the semester so I'm not sure I can break free," I answered.

"You find time enough for other things, like

jail," he lectured me in a personally degrading matter.

"Pastor William, as you will learn about me, people who

cross me or threaten the ones I hold dear, I beat bloody and leave broken on
the ground," I smiled evilly right back. The confusion that threat caused
was evident because I hadn't been quiet.

"Jesus loves the Peacemaker," Pastor Bill bantered

back.

"Winners write the history books," I countered.

"That is not very Christian of you," Mr.

Wellington, the Mayor, pointed out.

"Jesus Christ ended up nailed to a cross; Emperor

Constantine, who converted the whole Roman Empire to Christ's worship, got to
build his own city," I responded.

"I won't be as famous but I'll do more and get to bury

my enemies before I die," I added.

"Are you sure you were a missionary in Thailand?"

another church elder asked.

"Oh, I was a missionary all right, but not a very good

one. I left the hard work to my Uncle Tim and Aunt Jill," I informed them.

"Did they convert many heathen souls to the World of

our Lord?" a third man inquired.

"It is not that simple. They taught people to read

English and got them in the practice of reading the Bible," I explained.
"They have over a thousand years of culture to work against and many of
the tenents of Buddhism are close to our own Christian virtues so it is hard
work."

"So that would be a 'No'," Pastor Bill gloated.

"Really?" I grinned. "When Uncle Tim went

missing, 200 of his flock risked floodwaters in an eventually futile effort to
save him. How many of us would risk drowning to save you, Pastor William? I
would say that when lives were on the line, his flock did their Christian
duty."

I noticed Jill standing on the edge of the group listening,

her eyes close to tears. Hey, I hated Tim, but I wasn't going to let these
spineless bastards degrade the man in front of his widow, no matter how I felt.

"I'm sure we would all rise to the challenge," Mr.

Wellington pontificated.

"Then you are as good a man as Uncle Tim," I

trapped him with his own words.

"Your Uncle Tim gave everything, including his life,"

Pastor Bill said with a smug, superior smile. "His willingness to give
should be an example for all."

"I'm already giving. The Festivities Committee's budget

seems a bit anemic so I'm going to be funding some of their efforts," I
enlightened him.

"That is not how tithes are normally handled,"

Pastor Bill corrected me.

"I'm not a normal guy," I grinned. "Pastor,

I'll look over my schedule and call your house to let you know if I can swing
dinner tomorrow. It has been a wonderful chat but I have to be going now."

I turned and left them there, confident I hadn't made any

friends among Bill's inner circle. The price of their friendship was way more
than I was willing to pay and it wasn't just monetary. My girls swarmed around
me, even Jill.

"Thank you, Zane," Jill said softly. "Tim

would have been proud."

"Jill, I said that for you, not him. You stood by him

and that shouldn't be trampled on by people who don't know any better," I
comforted her.

"I was getting ready to cry out 'Blood and Souls for my

Lord Arioch," Rio grinned.

"Why did you antagonize them?" Iona wondered.

"They are used to bullying people and getting their

way. I let them know I was more than willing to fight," I told Iona.

"He also wanted the women to see what he was

doing," Barbie Lynn said. "I saw a few females, Felicity included,
who thought a great deal of how Zane handled the situation."

"Girls love watching men fight over them," Rio

laughed as we exited into the parking lot.

"Is everyone coming to our place for lunch?" Jill

asked. I took a quick look around the girls who nodded their approval.

"Sure thing, Jill; we will be at home in an hour,"

I answered.

Getting back to campus and into casual clothes wasn't a

problem, nor was lunch with Jill. We sat around and shot the shit for an hour
afterwards but school work demanded that we head back to school to do some
actual classwork. I went by Raven's to pick her up because she'd left me a text
(by way of Iona) that she'd made some progress over the weekend.

"We really should study in the library," Raven

told me as we headed to my room.

"The last time I checked, the library didn't have a

snack bar," I told her. Raven was less than convinced and a bit nervous
until we opened the door to the bottom of the steps leading to the Solarium
where I lived and the voices of multiple girls welcomed us.

"You have company?" she questioned me.

"All freshmen are welcome in my room, Raven. You'll

see," I informed her.

"Is there going to be anyplace for us to study, Raven

began to confound me, then we came to the point where you could see past the
side of the stairs into the Solarium.

"Oh, God," she muttered at the scope of the room,

"you, you have pool tables!" she ended up in a near squeal. "I
love pool!" She took a few steps forward into the room before looking back
at me. "What is all this? Where did this all come from?"

"I was given the entire Solarium as my room, sort of,

and I decided to convert most of it to a common area for the freshman
class," I said.

"How long has this been going on?" she wondered.

"We did it yesterday," Iona said from the closest

sofa. She put down her laptop and walked over to us. "Zane paid for the
stuff and we students put it in. Let me show you around."

"You do that, Iona," I told her, as I gave my

diminutive friend a hug, "I'll be in my room."

Iona led Raven deeper into the complex of entertainment

while I headed to my room, which seemed to be the quietest place to study
today. I passed around the Chinese silk screens that shielded my private area
from the rest of the Solarium and saw my new monster-sized bed. I also saw the
tall, honey-blonde Amazon reclining on it, looking my way.

"Come here, my Love-Monkey," she said in a deep,

husky voice. I'm sure my mouth gaped open.

"Ah, I don't believe we've been introduced," I

managed to finally say. She smiled and patted the bed beside her.

"You are seriously hot and I'm positive I'd remember

you if we'd met, but I don't and I do need to study so I'm going to ask you to
please leave," I groaned. "Trust me, I really don't want to be asking
you that either."

I heard laughter from the far side of the bed and Rio slowly

raised her body into sight.

"Bro, the look on your face is priceless," she

chuckled.

"So this is really your room?" the other girl

inquired.

"I told you it was," Rio grinned.

"Yes, it is," I responded as well. "In fact,

this entire floor is mine, mainly because the Administration has nowhere else
to stick me."

"Rio, what's going on here?" I turned to my other

friend.

"Honest, Boss," she beamed, "I found her when

I got home. She's my new dorm mate, your replacement."

"You were her first roommate?" the newcomer asked.

"For all of one night," I confessed. "Then

everyone realized she had boobies, and I didn't, and I developed this current
life of seclusion."

"This is your version of seclusion?" she

questioned.

"What can I say?" I sighed. "I'm a man of

creature comforts. That still doesn't explain you on my bed. Rio?"

"She is Valerie Palmer, a new addition to the

school," Rio started, "but that's not the cool part. She's a member
of the Stormriders motorcycle gang." Seeing my lack of name recognition,
Rio added, "They are a big deal in the West, Colorado, Wyoming, New
Mexico, Nevada, and Arizona, of course."

"Nice to meet you, Valerie." I knelt on the bed

and extended my hand. "I'm Glenn Zane Braxton, but everyone calls me Zane.
Welcome to FFU, and what brought you to us?"

"Dad is a born-again Christian and he wanted me to come

here, so here I am," she shrugged. Now, to me that made no sense, as she
should have been eighteen, thus her own person, but who was I to press into her
personal matters.

"Damn it, Zane, I keep forgetting you were living in a

cave for the past two years," Rio shook her head. "Her grandfather is
Daniel 'Damien' Palmer." Again, I didn't know who that person was.

"My grandfather is doing three life sentences,"

Valerie said with a degree of weariness.

"Fine. I should take it the Stormriders are not a

motorcycle club, then," I grinned at her.

Valerie's eyes and mine locked for several seconds.

"Are you arrogant, stupid, or really unconcerned?"

Valerie asked me.

"A little of all three," Rio chimed in.

"You should never ask a man if he's arrogant because if

he is, he won't know it," I responded.

"I'm smart enough to get into this university, but them

I'm dumb enough to be the only guy at this university," I continued.
"I can honestly tell you I really don't care who you were before you came
here. It is none of my damn business. If you want to be friends, I'm
game." Valerie nodded. "Oh, and Rio is a nutjob, but if you hurt her,
I'll make you suffer, I swear it."

"Is that supposed to scare me, rich boy?" Valerie

said, becoming very serious and sitting up, "because I'm not
impressed."

"I didn't say it to impress you, Valerie," I met

her gaze, "I believe in fair warning. I don't care if you are damaged
goods or you are one stone-cold, bad-ass bitch; you mess with Rio and I'll take
her pain out of your hide."

"Rio, I thought you told me this guy was cool,"

Valerie said to Rio while still looking at me.

"Best guy in the whole God-damn world," Rio

beamed.

"Zane, have you ever stabbed somebody?" Valerie

quizzed me.

"On purpose or by accident?" I asked.

"How do you stab someone by accident?" Valerie

wondered.

"You toss their ass into a stand of bamboo so hard the

stalks break and they get impaled," I answered. "I take it you've
done it on purpose." She shrugged.

"Do you fight much?" she changed tact.

"More than I should," I replied, "but I ass

in where I don't belong too much."

"Me too," Valerie nodded, "on the 'I fight

more than I should' thing."

"Well, I would rather talk shit upfront than spill

blood later," I pointed out.

"Like warning me about Rio," she nodded.

"Please believe me, she's a nut and will get on your

nerves, so please don't toss her out a window or down the stairs because I'm
actually attached to her," I grinned. Rio flopped on the bed.

"I should be mouthing empty denials but Zane's pretty

much right," Rio snickered, "and if he hadn't fucked me silly on the
preacher's desk this morning, I'd be in his face about this bullshit."

"You had sex on your preacher's desk?" Valerie

smiled.

"Zane, what are these girls, what the hell?" Raven

went off. "What kind of bedroom is this?"

"Raven, you know Rio and this is her new roommate

Valerie. Valerie, this is Raven," I groaned.

"Hey, Raven," Valerie greeted her. "So do you

normally walk into Zane's bedroom too?"

"No," Raven blushed. "He invited me over to

do some work on our English project." Iona stepped in behind Raven and
waved to Rio.

"Iona, Valerie; Valerie, Iona," I sighed.

"Wait!" Valerie raised her hand and looked back to

me. "Are you gay? Because I see a lot of girls strolling into your room
and none of them have been identified as your girlfriend yet."

"Technically, that would be Heaven," Iona

volunteered. "She's a senior."

"Can we get back to everyone being in Zane's

room?" Raven grumbled. "And what is he doing with a bed as big as my
entire room back home?" Valerie appraised the room.

"Got it," she laughed. "You are sleeping with

her (Iona) and her (Rio), but not you (Raven)."

"Of course I'm not sleeping with him," Raven shot

back. "I took a Purity Pledge, as should all of you."

"I'm not a virgin," Valerie responded.

"Me, either," Rio waved.

"I am," Iona raised her hand.

"That's nice," I directed. "Rio, Valerie, and

Iona, please leave. I've invited Raven to my room so we can do actual classwork
because I occasionally like to pretend I'm in college for an education."

"On it, Zane," Rio snickered. "Come on,

Valerie, let's go check out the hot tub. I wanted to show you to Zane so he
could put you on his 'To Do' list." Iona shook her head and left.

"I've got a boyfriend," Valerie clarified.

"Thank God," I muttered, which drew looks from all

three women. After Rio and Val left, Raven kept staring at me.

"I, does this happen to you often?" she finally

asked.

"Yes, but I've learned to adjust," I pointed out.

We sat down on the bed, Raven pulled out four library books

on the period we were looking into, and we began going through them and taking
notes.

"Is Heaven really your girlfriend?" Raven asked

after a while.

"Yes, but it is more complicated than that. I love

another girl but I don't know if she loves me, and I spend time with a dozen
other girls here, plus I have friends at a Sorority House off campus," I
explained.

"And you sleep with Rio, who isn't a virgin, and Iona,

who is," she stated, and I confirmed with a nod.

"I was wrong. If you can keep all that straight in your

head, you have a good grasp of details. We are going to do fine on this term
paper."

"Thank you, Raven," I smiled at her, and for a

change, she smiled back.

Gust Front

I would have liked to spend the night with Iona and Barbie

Lynn but Iona informed me that Coach Dana Gorman had tested her security code
earlier in the day and I figured something was up; nothing good for me and my
friends. Sure enough, at 12:10 in the morning, my little buzzer by the bed that
informed me that a key code was being entered woke me up.

I silenced the alarm (no sense in letting them know that I

had it) and waited in bed. Shortly thereafter, the Coach and two female
security guards came strolling in.

"Alone?" Dana quipped.

"You asking me out?" I grinned.

"Get up; we need to check the bed, if that is what you

call this thing," she motioned to my sleeping platform. I dutifully got
out of bed.

"What are you doing?" she snapped when she

realized I was naked.

"Getting out of bed like you asked me to. I sleep in

the nude, or didn't you already know that?" I yawned.

"Put some clothes on," she ordered. I picked up my

robe and put it on while they stripped back my sheets and looked for bodily
fluids under the dark light. I had been at my Aunt's the past two nights, so
yes, my bed was still fresh. Unsatisfied, Dana and her two buddies began
roughly going over my place.

When they finally discovered nothing (my hiding places were

specifically designed), the two officers turned and left.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you, Zane. You can expect

this to be a regular occurrence," she promised. I simply stared. We
remained looking at one another for a minute because she knew I was up to
something.

"That's right, step out of line and make my job

easier," she noted. Again I kept my silence. It would have been easy to
take this personally but I'd told her this was War and I took that seriously. I
doubted I was the sole beneficiary of their attention so I had to get ready to
respond to their next move.

"Nothing to say?" she asked. I kept staring.

"Say something, damn it," she growled.

"Good night, Coach," I obliged. She shook her

head, turned, and walked away. When I saw the door close behind her I went back
to my room and took out my phone. I made three calls to the concerned parties
and a final call to Iona, to have her wipe my call log. I can't say I slept
well that night.

Showering in the morning was troublesome enough on normal

days but this morning, Rio decided to invite Valerie to join us. I did my best
to pretend to ignore her, which wasn't easy. Valerie was around six feet with
milky skin where the sun didn't reach and tanned where it did. Her hair was
golden-blonde and she was trimmed, not shaved. Her eyes were grey with a hint
of blue around the edges; he breasts were a solid C without a hint of sag.
There sure were a lot of blondes going to this school.

I could see the mental calculations going through her head

as she walked in and the other girls eyed her. In the hierarchy of this place,
I didn't hold a place; proximity to me showed a girl's status among the crowd.
Opal was top dog, but Rio and Iona were marked by their close relationship with
me as well.

Valerie clearly thought about walking away from it all to

spare herself the drama and the grief. She countered that with the knowledge
that she had to fit in somewhere in this school, and as non-traditional as she
was, her best bet was with us. She answered that internal struggle by taking
the shower one down from me, next to Opal.

Opal expressed her dominance to Valerie by corralling me

into a body massage and a show of mutual affection. I thought Valerie was unimpressed
with those actions but as we got into it, I sensed she was intrigued by the
notion of having sex without actually having sex, and the sexual arousal that
came with it.

As I settled in front of the sink to brush my hair, shave,

and brush my teeth, Valerie took the sink beside me.

"You don't seem to mind all these naked bodies around

you," she noted.

"Why should I? I enjoy them and they enjoy me. I like

making them happy, and my presence certainly makes their lives more difficult
so I'm glad to help," I explained.

"So, do things ever go to the next level?" Valerie

asked.

"Not here, and not with most of these women; they are

virgins and happy about that fact. They want to be virgins on their wedding
nights and I respect that," I answered.

"Rio makes you out to be some sort of sex-crazed stud

monster," Val informed me.

"Rio's not a virgin and her only plans for marriage

involve her being a black widow to her old, rich husbands," I grinned.

"Is she, bi-sexual?" Valerie whispered.

"Yes, I can verify that she is," I replied

quietly. "Has she hit on you yet? Wait, silly question, have you thrown
her out of your bed yet?"

"This morning I found her sucking on my nipple through

my nightshirt," she smirked.

"Rio needs constant reminding of where the boundaries

are," I informed Val.

"You two talking about me?" Rio came bouncing up.

"Is there a three-way in our future? Who gets tied up?" Valerie
groaned in response.

"Rio, there is such a thing as personal space and

acceptable roommate behavior," I told Rio. "Things like spontaneously
feeling her up while she sleeps are Bad!"

"God, damn it!" Rio squalled, "But did you

see the size of those bad boys? They are huge and puffy and I swear, they were
calling out to me across the room."

"In my long and illustrious career with the female

nipple, they have never talked to me. If you don't behave, I'm going to have to
tie you up at the next orgy and make you watch," I warned. I couldn't
threaten to take away something she had, like her piercings; that would make
her dig in her heels. Instead, I went after the things she was looking forward
to.

"Don't forget to secure her hands over her head so she

can't diddle herself," Valerie got into the sport of things.

"Good point," I agreed.

"Major buzz-kill, you two. Valerie, you are trying to

make your first day here no fun at all," Rio teased.

"Which reminds me; Valerie, has Rio warned you about

Handmaiden's Duty?" I inquired. Rio looked offended that I would say such
a thing while Val looked confused.

"It is a tradition here that requires all freshmen to

perform a task of a non-damaging nature for any and all upperclassmen. They
cannot grab you in class or a dorm room, but anywhere else is fair game,"
I informed her.

"My first task was to be a bench for someone to sit

on," Rio grinned.

"Mine was to kiss a girl," I nodded.

"Kiss her? Cordelia damn near passed out, you kissed

her so long and deep," Rio teased me.

"The first one was very nice and chaste," Iona

stepped up and added. "It was the second one that curled her toes and
started the stampeded on Zane."

"What do I do if a girl asks me to kiss her?"

Valerie worried.

"Tell her you are waiting for your herpes to clear

up," Rio volunteered.

"It isn't likely to happen," Iona came across with

sounder advice. "Homosexuality is frowned on at this campus."

"I'd tell you to kiss them and enjoy the moment, but

I'm a guy," I shrugged.

"I'm still not sure what is normal for this

place," Valerie related.

"Rio and Zane are aberrations," Iona offered.

"Most of the girls here are fundamentalist Christian virgins who are
looking to get married once they graduate this place."

"What is your story?" Val asked Iona.

"I was pretty much the girl I just described until I

met these two," she smiled. "Now I feel that I have, options."

"Options like prison time," Rio laughed, "or

becoming a sex toy at an S&M club."

"I was thinking more like taking a summer and roaming

the country," Iona glared Rio.

"Maybe I could teach you to ride a motorcycle and you

can come with me," Valerie offered.

"That would be wonderful!" Iona brightened up.

"When could we start?"

"This afternoon, if you like," Val responded.

"My ride is in the parking lot."

"You have a motorcycle, here?" Rio exclaimed.

"Rio, it is hard to be in a motorcycle gang without a

chopper," Valerie pointed out.

"On that note, I have to go," I sighed. New girls

were starting to migrate in, meaning I had to retreat to my room. "Take
care, everyone."

The crapstorm fell on us as we left the dorm. All kinds of

upperclassmen snatched up freshmen as they appeared and shadowed Pro-Christina
students they couldn't grab. Rio and I were able to shove off of Valerie before
she was identified as being with one of us, so she made it to the Dining Hall
unmolested.

I didn't have to do anything too heinous, carry three

backpacks while reciting the Gospel of Luke from memory (ugh). They made Rio
sing 'Onward Christian Soldier' because it was the only religious song she'd
admit to knowing. She did a horrific hack-job of it too. They had Iona going
through the descendants of Noah; she knocked them back flawlessly, Brainiac.

It got better at the Dining Hall door where Rhaine oversaw

the removal of every electronic device from the incoming students, no phones,
tablets or laptops, nothing capable of rapid communication. Then came the
assigned seating designed to break us all up. Surprisingly, Valerie looped back
around and joined us in the line.

She leaned into me.

"What the fuck is going on?" she whispered.

"There is a war going on between the Pro-Christina

faction Rio, Iona and I belong to, and the Pro-Rhaine faction, which is
supported by the Administration. I didn't want to get you involved," I
explained as I saw Mrs. Marlowe closing in.

"Mr. Braxton, be quiet," she snapped.

"Of course, Ms. Marlowe," I nodded to her; she

glared back. We had assigned seating for breakfast, isolating us. Conversations
were kept to a minimum by roving teachers and the mood was getting grim, made
worse by a slow drizzle that began to fall outside. Still, things weren't
hopeless.

As I was putting my food tray away, Paige of the Science

Club slipped past me.

"Copper Seven," she whispered.

Cordelia, head of the Science Club, was definitely the

smartest person on campus. She'd created a list of contingency plans for us to
use if things went bad. We should have been getting them on our phones but the
Chancellor had stymied us there.

Instead, things were circulating by word of mouth. In this

case, Copper Seven, things were simple. Copper meant theft and Seven was the
code for communications. We were stealing the facility's phones, crashing their
computers, and doing whatever mischief we could to make communications
difficult, if not impossible.

I had the pleasure of passing the word on to Rio, who gave

me a look that would have made any brigand with a handful of gold proud. I
didn't know the specifics of Rio's criminal history but I knew she definitely
had one, and I'd have been stunned if pickpocket and shoplifting weren't part
of her repertoire. I'd warned Coach Gorman about making shit like this fascist
suppression policy up.

I barely recalled what I was forced to perform on the way to

Assembly because what happened there was so memorable. We got the standard
lecture, then the Chancellor laid into Christina for all the disruptions the
student body was going through, Christina and a few other malcontents. What
made it memorable was, at the end of Doctor Bazz's speech, a freshman I barely
knew, Millicent Pierce, stood up and raised her fist in defiance.

"That's bullshit!" she cried out.

"Sit down and be quiet, child!" the Chancellor

commanded. "Coach Gorman," she then directed our head of security
toward the young girl. Millicent wasn't done yet.

"You are lying to us!" she screamed out again.

As Gorman and a second teacher made their way to our young

rebel, Rio stood up with a raised fist.

"Shame!" Rio called out. A dozen of us followed

suit. Teachers flooded off the stage but Cappadocia figured out that if you
joined up with other girls and linked arms, they couldn't drag you out.

Girls were screaming at girls, shoving began, and soon blows

were being exchanged and Assembly degenerated to a nasty furball. We were
threatened with demerits, detention, and finally expulsion, but nothing seemed
to curtail the conflict. I saw Ms. Goodswell leave the melee and go to the base
of the podium and begin to plead with Bazz about something.

I could see that Goodswell was trying to get the Chancellor

to let Christina come onto the stage and quiet her followers but our Glorious
Leader wouldn't budge. Christina could see the gestures and I knew she was
about to end things anyway. There was something I had to do before things fell
apart.

I leapt up and began using the backs and arm rests to jump

across the crowd. I made it to Millicent right ahead of Gorman. Millicent
seemed stunned to see me hovering over her but it was too noisy to communicate.
I pulled her up and retreated back the way I'd come, keeping her out of
Gorman's clutches for the moment.

"Thanks," she grinned at me.

"Who is your Spiritual Advisor?" I responded.

"We need to get you to her so you don't face the Chancellor alone."

"Ms. Trenton," Millicent responded.

Ms.  Trenton wasn't one of the 'good guys' but she

wasn't on our enemies list either. I located Trenton and angled us toward her.

"This is crazy," Millicent gasped. After all, if

we tumbled, we might very well break our necks. Ms. Trenton didn't look happy
to see either one of us but she immediately clued into why I was dropping her
student off on her. She grabbed Millicent by the arm and led her away. This was
a good thing because our rebellion was about spent for the moment.

A minute later we had quieted down. Doctor Bazz threatened

us with a whole new series of punishments before exiling us off to our first
classes. I had the joy of getting hate blasted my way by both the Chancellor
and Coach Gorman. I didn't have long to dwell on it because the moment we
stepped out, a new group of upperclassmen descended on us freshmen.

"Walk the other way or I'll feed you your lungs,"

growled Rio as she stepped in front of a group of us and stared down a slightly
larger group of students. At times like this, I really wish Rio knew how to
fight. On the other hand, she plays 'crazy' real well and it takes a certain
desire to experience pain to confront her. After the melee we'd been through,
the other students backed off.

I was halfway through my first class, English Lit with Ms.

Goodswell, when the door burst open and my albino pseudo-friend Paige burst in.

"Zane, they are expelling Heaven," she gasped.

"They are walking her off campus right now." I jumped out of my seat
and shot Ms. Goodswell a look.

She didn't bother telling me not to go and I was spared the

necessity of ignoring her. I really liked her and I would have hated to show
her disrespect. Paige and I went racing out of the building, her trying to
update me about what had happened through her wheezing and gulping of each
breath.

She must have been running her ass off because the second I

found out that they'd called Heaven a taxi and were getting ready to ship her
out at that very moment, I had to leave Paige behind and beat feet for the
parking lot. On the way I breezed past Dana Gorman.

"Zane!" she called out. "Zane, stop!" I

had no intention of doing any such thing.

I found Heaven with two campus security guards and Joy

Jefferson lugging her luggage along.

"Heaven," I grabbed her since my arrival allowed

me to surprise everybody. "Here, take my keys; go to Aunt Jill's. I'll
cover it for you." I shoved my keys into her hand. Heaven had been crying
and even in the light rain, I could tell she was a mess. She was trying to make
sense of what I'd said and done.

A hand grabbed my arm, twisted, and forced me down at the

waist.

"Zane, I told you to stop. Now you are going to the

Chancellor's office with me," Dana Gorman told me as she locked in the arm
bar. "I swear, you are not even trying, "

Dana was cut off by someone catching her on the far side and

flipping her on her back.

Dana rolled with the blow and came back up ready to fight.

"Heaven, don't do anything," I waved her off as I

turned to face Dana, side by side with my savior. It was Valerie! WTF?!

"You two, get on your knees and lace your fingers on

top of your heads," Dana told us.

"Who is this?" Valerie inquired.

"Coach Dana Gorman, head of security on campus," I

answered.

"Well, damn it," Valerie groaned. "I thought

you were in trouble so I came running."

"Get down," Gorman demanded.

"Are we going down?" Valerie whispered to me while

keeping her eyes on Dana.

"We are screwed so we might as well make her earn

it," I chuckled.

"Very well. Guards, taser," Dana directed. The

guards moved in position to shoot us with their drawn tasers.

"Well, we are boned," Valerie grimaced. "I've

been tasered before and it sucks."

"I haven't had the pleasure but I think I'm about

to," I groaned.

"Drop them," Dana ordered. As the one to my right

rear got ready to shoot, a movement behind me drew her attention and she fired
at it. The taser crackled but the figure came on anyway. Chastity had pulled up
her backpack as a shield and let that take the brunt of the attack, and rode
her momentum into the officer and slammed her into the taxi.

The second guard turned to concentrate on Chastity and was

blindsided by another student, Hope Song. Hope knocked the taser from her hand
and flipped the officer to the ground. Joy and Heaven remained pressed against
the taxi while Hope and Chastity joined Valerie and me in confronting Dana.
Dana sighed, took off her jacket, and made ready to fight.

"This is your last chance, students; kneel and put your

hands on top of your head," she warned us.

"Is she that stupid, or that good?" Valerie asked

me.

"She's that good, I'm afraid, but we can at least let

her know she's been in a fight," I readied myself.

Dana spun and kicked Hope first, knocking her flat. Valerie

and I closed in rapidly and drove Dana back while Chastity tried to maneuver
around so we wouldn't get tangled up. Dana had my number and seemed to know
Valerie's style as well, but combined, we could keep her occupied.

The Coach knocked me aside and pummeled Valerie but the new

kid wouldn't fold up, leaving Dana now surrounded as Chastity got behind her
and Hope stood up.

"Stop this!" shouted Christina as she came running

up with Faith.

"Christina, tell them to give up," Dana snapped.

"Shut up, Coach," Christina yelled back. "One

more word and I'm going to take specific pleasure in grinding every bone in
your hand to a pulp." That threat hung angrily in the air.

"Give Zane and me a minute with Heaven and we'll go

peacefully," Christina promised. Dana withdrew and soon it was Hope,
Chastity, Faith, Christina, and me huddled around Heaven.

"Zane's letting me stay at his place," Heaven

wept. "I'll be close."

"I'll contact Tawny and I want you to spend time at the

Kappa Sigma House, Heaven. They can be your friends," Christina told her
best friend. Heaven worked off my house key and handed me back the ring. She
then folded me up in a hug.

"I'll see you soon, girlfriend," I smiled down at

her before we kissed. Heaven turned to Christina and hugged her too. Christina
kissed her on the forehead, and then Chastity, Hope, and Faith all closed in
for one final effort before we put Heaven in the taxi. I gave the driver my
address and wished Heaven the best of luck.

That done, we turned and got ready to be lead to our

punishment at the Chancellor's office. We'd attacked and/or threatened security
officers.

"Zane, who is the newcomer?" Christina asked.

"I'm Valerie Palmer, but my Stormrider name is

Valkyrie," Val answered.

"What happened?" Chastity jumped in.

"I was crossing over to Admissions when I saw Zane

running across campus with another woman in fast pursuit, so I went to help
him. She had her hands on Zane so I flipped her off of him. Your arrival saved
us from being tasered, so thanks," Val informed them.

"So, why did you make Gorman back off when the four of

us couldn't?" Val inquired.

"Christina had ten years of training in M M A,"

Chastity grinned. "Not enough to take Dana by herself, but with everyone
else there, she was going down."

"Damn it," I joked, "Christina, is there

anything you don't do well?"

"I certainly don't understand you," she sighed.

"It doesn't matter, though, this is it. The Chancellor played us well and
we're done."

"We aren't done yet," I tried to buoy her spirits.

"She expelled Heaven in such a way that we felt

compelled to act. By doing so, we broke the rules, and now she can legally get
rid of all of us, end of rebellion," Christina noted.

After that, we were all pretty quiet. We only waited in the

Chancellor's waiting room long enough for our varied Spiritual Advisors to show
up, then we were led into her office.

"I wanted to say goodbye," Melrose Bazz purred to

us. "You are all officially expelled. You will be packed and off this
campus by noon."

"One question," Virginia Goodswell interrupted.

"Mrs. Moore wasn't contacted about Ms. Vickers' expulsion; I checked. Ms.
Vickers can't suffer academic punishment without counsel."

"Mr. Vickers is a transvestite," Bazz shot back.

"She falsified her admissions documentation."

"She was still accepted and therefore is afforded our

traditional protections all students enjoy," Virginia persisted. Bazz shot
her a dirty look.

"Ms. Goodswell, that is quite enough. When the public

and the Board of Directors find out that Mr. Vickers perpetrated a fraud on
this school, they won't care," the Chancellor stated.

"You can't do that," Christina said firmly.

"I can and I will," Bazz sneered. "We are

well past you having any voice on my campus."

"No," spoke up Ms. Lane, the school's lawyer,

"you can't release that information. Those are medical records and we'll
get destroyed in any lawsuit that is brought against us."

"He's a boy who wears girl's clothing," Doctor Bazz

countered.

"Wrong," glared Christina. "Heaven has

implants and takes drugs for her situation."

"Your problem is one of definition," I grinned.

"A person who wears the clothes of the opposite sex is a transvestite, or
cross-dresser. Someone with both girl and guy parts is transgender and Heaven
is transgender; release that stuff at your own peril."

"There is still the matter of you assaulting campus

security officers," Bazz growled.

"That's a non-starter," Valerie stepped up.

"I initiated the fight in good faith."

"What does that mean?" Gorman spat. "You

attacked me when I had Zane contained."

"Precisely," Valerie looked Coach's way. "You

never identified yourself as a campus security officer. All I saw was a woman
in a pantsuit attacking a known student; I came to his aid."

"Even so, when Zane identified me, you still

resisted," Dana responded.

"Not relevant. Zane could have told me you were a

Martian for all that the legal system cares. You never identified yourself to
me, allowing me to continue resisting," Valerie said in an even monotone.

"Don't even get me started on the taser," Valerie

continued. "I know you gave the command for the deploying of the weapons
but that's not enough. The firing officer has to clearly annunciate their
intention to use the weapon before firing, three times. Your officers failed to
do so, thus deploying the weapons in an unapproved manner, allowing our group
to defend itself."

"Those guidelines are only to be used in crowd

suppression. My officers were defending themselves from imminent attack,"
Gorman said.

"No," Chastity grinned. "They were aiming at

Zane and Valerie when I arrived on the scene and I stopped them. They never
announced their intention and I assumed Zane was getting blindsided."

"You shouldn't have been there in the first

place," Gorman growled.

"You shouldn't have been dragging Heaven away in the

middle of classes before she could have a single word with any of us,"
Christina countered. "You goaded us out but you didn't count on the
outcome of the struggle."

"Heaven was being moved out to avoid just such a

scene," Gorman declared.

"How did that work out for you?" I snickered. Dana

scowled at me. We seemed to be at an impasse.

"Chancellor Bazz," Virginia broke the silence,

"I am informing you that I'm going to immediately petition the Review
Board to examine the expulsion of Ms. Vickers and seek an injunction that
allows her to return to classes until a final decision is reached." Any
threads of civility between Ms. Goodswell and Doctor Bazz evaporated but the Chancellor
had to nod and accept the statement.

"Dana, I think we need to review events at the parking

lot before we proceed with any charges," Hudson Lane requested. Dana
grudgingly nodded.

"Zane, Chastity, Hope, you are all now on three-day

academic suspension. Everyone else, you are on academic probation,"
Chancellor Bazz announced. "Dismissed."

As we walked out, Chastity sighed, "Well, there go our

first tests of the semester. We'll all get zeros, which are going to be fun digging
ourselves out of that pit."

"Look on the bright side," Hope grinned. "We

aren't likely to finish the semester anyway."

"Yes," Christina noted, "that makes

everything so much brighter."

"Nice save, Valerie," I congratulated our newest

friend.

"Yes," said Christina, "that was very

timely."

"That?" Valerie chuckled, "That was total

bullshit. I've had a few run-ins with the law so I know some of the lingo, but
most of that was a total pipedream. A decent lawyer would have picked up on
that right away; we are lucky theirs is a loser."

Everyone but Valerie and I laughed. I looked embarrassed,

and Valerie looked confused and a bit put off at not getting the joke.

"Zane's banging the lawyer, Ms. Lane," Chastity

told Valerie softly. "She's on our side." Valerie gave me an
appraising look then shook her head.

"Seriously, dude; is anyone on this campus safe from

you?" Valerie chuckled.

"You've got it all wrong," Hope snickered.

"Zane is like a shiny new laptop. Leave him alone in a room too long and
someone's going to come along and have to use him."

"One of these days you are going to treat me like a

real person with wants, desires, and feelings," I groaned. That earned a
few weak chuckles but we all knew that things were getting worse.

To be continued in part 13, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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