** 100 posts!! ** -- and a problem with time.

100 posts! Yahoo!!

.. but it seems that we're losing our real time action. Venturi went in and out again, I guess, but her actions deserve a response. And even I cannot make it with the daily post, apparently.

From now on we use the "post options" to slow down time. So, we're still in the middle of the week when Grace must find out and convince hers calumniators. If you can't figure when something happened, just tell me, and I will fix a suitable time.

1.08 - Grace asks Tom

Scene 1.08. Grace asks Tom

Grace needs to ask everybody who sent the complaints to the Principal. She decided to start with Tom. She insists on meeting and he gives her an appointment.. in a warehouse. Will he a be a friend or a foe?

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When Grace arrives, the warehouse looks empty and silent.

Grace looks around, but sees only the cobwebs in the darkness

When Grace arrives, the warehouse looks empty and silent.

Grace calls out, "Tom?"

Grace feels uneasy

Grace thinks, "why on earth did he pick this place??"

Grace steps in, taking care not to step on any spiders

Grace lets her eyes adjust to the semi darkness

Tom: answers "Upstairs", his voice coming muffled. The stairs leading to the next floor look dark.

Grace climbs the creaky staircase

Tom waits for her near to a dusty bed. He leans on the dirty sheets with a hand.

Grace steps out to the second floor

Grace sees Tom at last

Grace: there you are...

Grace: why, are we meeting here?

Tom: Welcome dear. Why, don't you like this place? *asks with a nervous grin*

Grace: its creepy

Grace sees the bed

Grace: what...

Grace: what do you think you're doing, Tom?

Tom: waits for her gaze to reach the bed and moves away from it the same moment. "A bed. I think some of the older students.. uh.. party here. Hehe"

Grace heaves a sigh of relief, "Oh"

Tom: it was a nice discovery I wanted to share with you.

Grace was thinking for a moment that he was going to try something stupid

Tom seems to relax some more. Then with amusement in his eyes he adds "and it's not all."

Grace: what else

Tom: come, come... *approaches the chair and desk

Grace: eww this place is really dusty

Grace: i don't know why i agreed to meet you here

Grace scratches her leg, developing an itch

Tom nimbly jumps on the desk. "Look at that chair". He points at the one with pieces of rope tied to it. "hehe, sorry dear. It looked so urgent that I.. uh.. I thought.."

Grace focuses on the chair in the darkness, "Yes that chair.. what about it?"

Tom whispers "I think someone was tied there" with a conspirational tone.

Grace: really? you think?

Grace narrows her eyes, can't tell if Tom is pulling her leg

Grace: and why would there be anyone tied there?

Grace walks over and touches the rope

Tom: I do not know. But it's thrilling, isn't it? Could be a criminal .. getting killed. Or a girl. I like .. *stops to think* I'm sorry. I have strange, strange dreams since that .. that story in the alley.

Grace: don't EVER talk about the alley please

Grace's face turns red slightly and she thanks the poor lighting that Tom can't see her blush

Tom could not see her blushing because he is looking away. "I'm, I'm sorry. I... I still like you as .. As I told that time. "

Grace recalls with a shudder the humiliation of being forced by the thug to give Tom a handjob

Tom jumps off the table. "But I can't stop thinking about it."

Grace: you have to stop thinking about it

Grace: and talking about it

Grace: did you tell anyone else about it?!

Grace glares at the boy

Grace: There are some rumours going on in school..

Tom just looks down, avoiding her gaze. He takes a long time before he answers. "No. I did not talk . Because I really like you. .. He? Rumors?"

Tom: About what happened in the alley?

Grace: if i find out that it came from you, i'm going to kick your ass

Grace: yes

Grace: nasty rumours

Grace: and

Tom: .. this is so strange *blushing deeply*

Grace: and someone apparently complained to the principal about me

Grace: the principal wouldn't tell me who

Grace: but gave me a week to get the person to retract it

Grace: would you know who might have complained against me?

Tom: complaints? What kind of complaints? *puzzled*

Grace: i don't know

Grace: the principal did not elaborate

Grace: Ah!

Grace: it must be your friend Bobby!

Tom turns away, walking around the table. "It's strange. Well, what kind of complaints could be? You copied your.. Bobby??"

Grace: yes, he always stares at me strangely

Grace: i told him off last week

Grace: to stop following me

Grace: and stop spying on me at the bleachers

Grace: shucks, how do i make him retract the complaint

Tom: I see, I see. Well, I can ask him.

Grace suddenly changes her tone on Tom

Grace: oh really? that would be real sweet of you

Grace: please ask him

Tom nods. "I will. Hey, I'm your friend. I would do what is in my power to help you."

Grace smiles

Grace: ok, thanks Tom

Grace: So it wasn't you?

Grace: who complained against me

Tom: no! But I was thinking, why should Bobby do such a thing. I mean, he likes you too.. well.. not the way I like you, hehe.

Grace: you promise it wasn't you? you swear

Tom: I was not.. eh.. *thinking* wait a moment. What happens with the complaint? I mean, was that something true? What is the principal going to do?

Grace: i don't know what he's going to do..

Grace: but i'm not going to find out

Grace: i need to get it retracted

Tom: what if he does not? He's stubborn...

Grace: who? bobby?

Grace: i'm sure you can talk him into it

Grace: right Tom

Grace: you're my friend aren't you

Tom: yes, Bobby. I think he wants, uh, something from you. In fact it makes me mad. Ah, I think I can. If needed, hehe, I can use my...

Grace sits on the chair

Tom gasps as you sit.

Grace: use your what

Tom: ah. *brain seems temporarily deactivated*

Grace: yes?

Grace crosses her long legs, then uncrosses and stands up

Tom: eh?

Grace: you were saying you could use something

Grace: to make him listen to you presumably?

Tom shakes his head "Yes. If I really insist he's going to do what I.. I mean I'm stronger than him. You .. can you sit again? please?"

Grace looks around the second floor of the warehouse. She can see some crates and boxes strewn around

Grace: why should i sit again?

Grace eyes Tom suspiciously

Tom puffs. "I liked it. Hey, you want my help or not?"

Grace is a little surprised that Tom raised his voice

Grace: okay okay, don't have to shout

Grace reluctantly sits down again

Tom reaches beyond her and suddenly passes the rope around her left wrist. He pulls, the rope biting on her skin.

Grace: hey!

Grace: owww

Grace: tries to pull her wrists free

Grace: what thehell do you think you're doing!

Tom grabs her other wrist with two hands. The knot resists and suddenly she feels the other wrist immobilezed too.

Grace: let me go this instant

Tom is panting beyond her neck.

Grace: let me go.. you creep!

Tom: shh. No need to scream. I can hear you.

Grace struggles, but her wrists are held tight

Grace is gettng scared now

Grace: wwhat do you think you're doing?

Grace: please let me go Tom

Tom walks in front of her. "You wanted to be tied. Why you sit there? You wanted to feel how it is. I will let you go, but let me just look."

Grace: I just sat down coz my legs were tired!

Grace: what are you looking for??

Tom: legs... can I tie your legs too? *kneels in front of her* please.

Grace: my.. my legs??

Grace: no you can't!

Grace tries to close her thighs as the boy squats down in front of her

Grace: you pervert

Grace: (thats too close, one step back)

Tom tries to grab her ankle "Please. I won't touch you or hurt you."

Grace starts to scream

Grace: let me go!!

Grace: don't touch me!!

Tom holds her ankle tight, and pulls it back until it's on the leg if the chair. From there the rope is over her again, just over her shoe.

Grace lets go a shrill scream

Tom jumps away, scared. "Oh my.. I.. I'm sorry. I don't know what is taking me." His eyes cannot leave her shape.

Grace is breathing heavily

Grace lowers her voice... "please let me go.."

Tom looks at her with wide eyes. He moves in jerky motions. He talks slowly "Grace. Do you like me?"

Grace blinks, trying to think what she should say

Grace: "umm.. a little"

Grace: And do you like me?

Grace: if so, you should let me go

Tom: a lot. I'm mad about you. *ignoring your request* open your legs and give me your right ankle. *said calmly*

Grace: no.. why, should i ...

Grace yells as you touch her ankle

Tom: please!

Grace: oh god.. what are you staring at

Grace blushes deep red

Tom pulls her legs open some more and binds her last ankle. "Here. Now you're bound. How do you feel?" He caresses her calf, then stands up in front of her.

Grace shakes her head

Grace: Tom.. please let me go.. this isn't you

Tom suddenly yells "DO tell me how you feel. NOW."

Grace jumps out of her skin as Tom shouts

Grace thinks, "he's a psycho! shit"

Grace: i feel...

Grace: i feel... trapped?

Grace looks up timidly at the guy

Tom nods. He remarks sharply "You are. Are you aroused?"

Grace can't believe her ears, "Arous.. what? nooo..."

Tom bends in front of her, where he can have a perfect view between your legs. He moves his head nearer, smelling.

Grace is terrified now by the normally timid Tom, who has transformed into a psycho

Grace: hey, what are you doing! pervert!

Tom: ah.. so you're not always without panties.

Grace panics. Images of what Fairbanks and other teachers did to her came flooding back

Tom moves a hand under her skirt. His arm trembles.

Grace shuts her eyes, trying to tell herself this is a nightmare

Grace stiffens when your touch registers on her skin

Tom grabs the rim of her panties with two fingers. He tugs, moving them aside. He looks with large eyes.

Grace starts to sob

Grace: pleasee... please stop...

Tom seems not to notice her plea at all. He presses with a finger, searching, awkwardly, not an expert on women anaTomy. After a few rough pokes, he finds a cavity and presses his finger in.

Grace: ohhh

Grace gasps, and tenses at the same time

Tom feels her sweet, velvety grip. He closes eyes and shakes. He grunts.

Grace sobs in humiliation

Tom slides his finger out and stands. He's blushed. And there's a large wet spot on his pants.

Tom: damn.. Grace...*licking his finger*

Grace doesn't notice the wet spot on his pants, since she's still very distressed

Grace is still sobbing

Grace: let me go.... whimpering weakly

Tom sobs too. "You just made me come in my pants! See how much I like you?"

Grace can't believe her ears

Tom puts his hand inside his pants. When he pulls it out,it's glistening. He puts his hand in front of her lips. "Ok .. Grace.. now you lick it and then I'll untie you." He looks calm and determined.

Grace: nooo

Grace shakes her head violently

Grace recalls when the sticky hot stuff from Tom was all over her fingers

Tom pushes his hand on her lips. WIth the other hand he takes hold of her nose, shutting it. "Please, Grace."

Grace: mmmphhh

Grace can't breathe

Grace has no choice but to open her mouth

Tom: open your mouth, darling..like this. *pushes his fingers in her mouth*

Grace shakes her head, shutting her eyes turning her head away

Tom cleans his fingers on her tongue.

Grace feels disgusted and very humiliated

Grace tries to push it out of her mouth

Tom: good.. you were really wet, Grace. I guess you liked this all. *lets go of her and starts untiying her*

Grace pulls away from the loosened ropes and contemplates slapping the guy

Grace decides to run away while she can

Tom helps her up. "I.. I .. I wonder .. I've been not man enough to take you.. I like you too much.." and remains like frozen when she starts to run. He sobs once, she barely hearing him when she's already on the stairs.

UR004 Diary entry

Finally, decrypting is over. I find out that Mr C was keeping elaborate notes of the principle's schedule. I find notes on the times he visits his residence and who are his visitors. Clearly, the principal was under Mr C's investigation. There is some more information about the principle's collaborators. A guy called Abu with a sketchy profession. I report all to the principal, but as a precaution, I don't mention the Abu part. There is no point in letting him know that I am aware of his secrets. Though from the report that I am filing in, he should be clearly aware that I know he is having questionable late night visits. Nice guy. Reminds me of some old habits, which I am particularly careful not to disclose at my new job.

I go back to work, preparing my course and setting up the computer lab for the next semester. As I work on the lab's network infrastructure I notice this time something new ... A student account is frantically downloading YouTube videos. All fellatio related.

What a school...

V003: Diary Entry

By the good graces of God heads shall roll, Circle be damned. Dragged off by Circle senior cell in the dark of the night to handle "clean-up". Damn them; I was done, DONE with that. That is why I came here, to this forsaken corner of the colonies. Hell. My buggering leg hurts still.

Note to Perenti, detained on Circle business. Let the poltroon wonder what it was about. Ha.

Notes from the junior nurse. Barely competently handled situations as they arose. Some of the medications for the 'applicants' need compensation. Pity I cannot simply fire her and replace with someone more useful (and more attractive). And more pliant. Perhaps one of these younglings will serve.

Little Grace in my office today. Perhaps something there to make use of. Note to self, schedule follow-up examination and review the girl's psychochemistry.

Good things come to those who wait.

(( Note that Dr. Muromachi would be seen about the College, walking with a slight limp in unguarded moments. ))

Scene 1.07. Grace and Dr. Muromachi

Grace sits down in the sick bay, waiting for the school physician to return after lunch break

Dr. Venturi Muromachi enters.

Dr. Muromachi hums softly to herself a Chopin piece as she wanders, and steps into the ward. She glances over the girl with a neutral look.
Grace looks up as the door opens
Grace: Good afternoon Ms Venturi
Grace slides her bum forward on the bed, kicking her legs, looking quite relaxed with the kindly physician
Dr. Muromachi nods slightly then goes about and collects forms from the counter. "And you are..?"
Grace: I'm grace ! don't you remember, I came to see you about a month ago
Dr. Muromachi nods again, humming randomly. She grunts and digs through the files. "Grace. Grace. AHmm.. yes, here's your file."
Dr. Muromachi settles down on a rolling stool and slides over to the girl, the woman's expression rather reserved yet non-threatening
Grace: yes... ma'am

Grace: Your medication helped me to sleep better at night
Grace: I mean sometimes i might still wake up suddenly when i think i hear a noise..
Grace: but after i write in my diary for ten minutes i can fall asleep again
Dr. Muromachi sniffs slightly then marks a bit in the file, looking at Grace over the edge of her glasses. "Very good. How about your instructors? Any.. comment from them about your attentiveness?"
Grace is rambling on, nervously, not sure if she is ready to ask the physician for help regarding the principal's request
Grace: Umm... from the teachers? Gee, I .. no they havent' said anything to me
Dr. Muromachi nods slightly, making another mark in the file. The papers are angled so the girl cannot see the annotations.
Grace: Wait, Mr C. said I am improving
Grace: my results i mean
Grace: but said that I should get additional tutoring to really catch up
Dr. Muromachi tilts her head a little and nods. "Difficult subject for you?" She rises, and tugs a penlight from her jacket.
Grace swings her legs back and forth gently as she studies the matronly physician
Grace: Yes, there are so many texts to remember
Grace: And I can't seem to memorise very well
Dr. Muromachi smiles a hair. She raises her left hand and holds up a finger, next to her own eye. "Watch my finger, hm? I'm going to check your eyes. For my files."
Grace: Yes ma'am
Grace focuses on the woman's finger
Dr. Muromachi flicks the penlight over the girl's eye, light on, as she moves her finger around. She leans quite closely, wafting the faintest scent of lavendar and clean skin. "That's a good girl.. watch the finger."
Grace: yes ma'am
Grace continues focusing intently on the finger
Dr. Muromachi: Have you been sleeping well otherwise?
Grace: It helps.. the medication you gave me previously
Grace: Although two weeks ago...
Grace hesitates
Dr. Muromachi nods a bit, switching left for right and motioning for the same examination. "mmm? Come now, dear. Tell me." She smiles a little, a warming gaze.
Grace: I was mugged two weeks ago ma'am, and I haven't been sleeping that well since
Dr. Muromachi: Ahah..
Grace: I think I was sent here for a day, but you were out of town so the nurse attended to me
Grace looks visibly distressed, thinking back on the events of the mugging
Grace: but anyway, I really came today to ask you advice...
Dr. Muromachi grunts a bit, and continues, peering as she shines the penlight in the girl's other eye. "Advice, mm?"
Grace: Sorry if it seems out of place.. but I really have nobody else to turn to. I thought I could confide in Barbie but even she said the girls have been talking about me putting out for the guys, which is totally untrue.
Grace: She wouldn't speak to me today
Grace looks dejected, ".. and I feel so hurt"
Grace lifts her chin up so that the good physician can look into her eye
Dr. Muromachi brushes her finger gently under the girl's chin, prompting the other to look to the side. Her touch is quite warm, voice lower, deeper. "What did you confide in your friend?"

Grace: What did I want to confide in her? Well I told her that the principal has said there has been a student complaint against me, but he wouldn't tell me who. But he gave me a deadline to make sure whoever complained will retract the complaint. I just wanted to talk to Barbie on this mess, but she was a little standoffish, like she believed the rumours
Grace: Principal Perenti said I have to talk to each and every student to find out who complained and have it retracted, or I'll be punished
Grace: I have been trying to think who complained against me
Grace: Might be that weird Bobby
Grace: Barbie said maybe there's more than one person
Grace: i'm feeling at a loss
Grace: there are so many students
Dr. Muromachi frowns slightly, staying close as she looks carefully over the girl's complexion. "I see. When is your deadline, dear."
Grace: and its so humiliating to ask each one
Grace: one week
Grace: And its not even my fault. The rumours are untrue
Dr. Muromachi grunts and nods a little. She brushes again under Grace's chin to turn the girl back to herself. "Just between us ladies. Tell me that you have been a good girl, hm? In all things."

Grace breaks out of her daydream, focusing on the physician, "I thought somehow talking to you might help.... " pausing to hear her question.
Grace: A good girl?
Grace: err....
Grace: thinks about Tom trying to kiss her, and then about how the mugger made her jack Tom off
Grace dismisses that thought and thinks about the principal
Grace: Can I tell you a secret ma'am?
Dr. Muromachi smirks a bit and nods. "Of course. Lady to lady."
Grace: You won't tell anyone
Grace: Principal Perenti.. he.. he touched me there...
Dr. Muromachi arches an eyebrow. "'There'?"
Grace looks down between her legs
Grace: Yes
Grace: But please don't tell anyone
Grace: remembers the video clips that the principal has of her sucking the previous principal
Grace: I can trust you right?
Dr. Muromachi chuckles softly. "I'm the physician. I can hardly go about doing so without my young ladies trusting me."
Grace nods
Grace looks up at Ms Venturi
Grace says, "Yes Ms Venturi, I trust you. Please don't tell anyeone please"
Dr. Muromachi nods a bit and smiles, reaching to brush a fingertip over Grace's cheek. "But of course. That is a physician's oath. Tell me. How does that make you feel. Being touched."
Grace looks vulnerable, like she is going to burst into tears
Grace sniffs a little, blinking, "Being touched? I-.."
Grace: I felt like it was happening all over again
Grace: Felt helpless
Grace: trapped
Grace struggles to find a word
Grace: I also felt humiliated
Dr. Muromachi nods, cupping the girl's cheek in her hand. "Will you do something for me? For your next appointment with me."
Grace: Yes?
Dr. Muromachi: Do you keep a diary?
Grace: Yes i do
Grace: Sometimes when I can't sleep, I would write in it
Dr. Muromachi: That's a very good girl, mm? Do you write about your.. ehm, mugging, and being touched.. there?
Grace frowns slightly, "I mentioned about the mugging.."
Grace: The principal touched me yesterday.. I haven't updated my diary since
Dr. Muromachi nods a bit. "Do so. In detail. Then write a page with what you would tell me, hm? Organize your thoughts. We will talk about it."
Dr. Muromachi slowly caresses the girl's cheek in her hand, touch warm and gentle.
Grace sits up suddenly, holding the woman's hand, "Ms Venturi? What do you think I should do? I don't think it is right .. for the principal to do this. Makes me feel dirty. What should I do.."
Grace considers asking if she should call the police, but decides she can't do it with the tapes in the possession of the principal
Dr. Muromachi accepts the girl's grip, her hand gently squeezing as her other continues its gentle caress. "You need to be a good girl.. learn your proper place, hm? After all, you do wish to graduate, hm?"
Grace lets go of the hand, "Please help me ma'am"
Grace: Yes I do
Grace: I just want to go to classes, do cheerleading, graduate, that's all. I don't want all these troubles with other students and with the principal
Grace: i wish they would all leave me alone
Dr. Muromachi nods slightly, smiling a bit. "The world is not so simple, my dear. You shall have to learn to get along with others, now. I shall help you, hm?"
Grace: Yes please, thank you ma'am
Dr. Muromachi: Very good girl. First.. write in your diary. Then. A page in your diary to me. Telling me how you feel. It is a therapy.
Grace: yes ma'am
Dr. Muromachi nods a bit. "I shall have a little different medication for you as well, for your next appointment."
Grace: thank you Ms Venturi, for your time
Dr. Muromachi: Is there any thing else you might want to talk to me about?
Grace: No I don't think so ma'am
Dr. Muromachi offers a gentle smile, then starts to re-tie the girl's necktie in a proper Windsor knot.
Grace smiles back
Dr. Muromachi: Very good. Let me tie this properly for you, hm? Remember. Write in your little diary.
Grace: Yes I will
Grace: so I am supposed to write about... what the principal did to me?
Dr. Muromachi nods a bit and finishes the tie. "That is correct. Not for me, but for you. Let it out. It will help you be less distracted by it."
Grace: nods slowly, as she gets up from the bed, "Yes, that makes sense.."
Dr. Muromachi smiles, fingerip gliding over the girl's cheek before she lets the girl slip past herself.
Dr. Muromachi: Good girl.. listen to your physician. She knows well, hm?
Grace smiles at the friendly woman, liking her
Grace: I'll run off now, thanks once again!
Grace turns to leave
Dr. Muromachi: Very welcome, young lady. Come again if you need to talk, hm?
Dr. Muromachi idly runs her eyes over Grace's form as the girl turns.
Grace sticks her head through the door "Yes ma'am. I will, " smiling sweetly before pulling the door shut after herself

Grace exits.

Dr. Muromachi grunts a bit, her demeanor turning back to its usual colder visage. She goes about annotating Graces' file, and returns said sheaf to the cabinet, locked safely away. She pockets the key then steps off to the staff apartments, limping slightly.

Dr. Muromachi exits.

F021. Eventful Friday.

I'm lucky that I've told Mr. Ubik that "the nurse disappeared." Because today when I was arriving at the school, Christina tapped my shoulder softly with surprise on her face. I turned to see Ms. Muromachi nonchalantly walking inside the school. I have tried to talk with her but I had to walk away before strangling her. A strangled nurse. Not a good publicity for the school. I had a detective team looking for her and she just says "you-know-what activity, I cannot give details". Unsufferable.

I should have told her about the plans for Grace, Mr. Ubik and all the rest. But she made me so upset that I could not bear to see her anymore. Instead I moved on with the plans for Grace. The kid has a busy week in front of her.

I've finally seen the report from Mr. Ubik. He found out what I guess is simply Circle money. Much more than I get. The part about spying on me could be just natural, meaning he's reporting on me to the Circle, or it could be something more worrying. I cannot do anything but wait for things to happen.

Interlude

Grace pulls Barbie aside after history class. "Barbie, I need to talk to you. Principal Perenti asked me to... talk to each student here. I know you have another class now. Can i talk to you tomorrow before cheerleading practice?"

Barbie smirks.... you have some new cheers you want to discuss?

Grace: "No... it's just that.. the principal said there has been a student complaint against me, but he wouldn't tell me who"

Barbie: Ohhhhh? sure it's only "a" student?

Grace looks puzzled.. yes he said so.. but... you think there's more than one?

Barbie: well several of the girls are a bit annoyed with you ...putting out like you do

Grace looks shocked, "but.. i haven't ! didn't. Surely you don't think those rumours are true!"

Barbie: i heard you were doing some guys in the alley

Grace: Nooo.. it's not like that! we were mugged. Tom and I.

Grace: i mean he tried to kiss me and stuff. but before he could, the mugger appeared!

Barbie : ohh ... Tom? She thinks to herself, "one of those three to four dorky guys who like to hang out near the bleachers to watch cheerleading practice."

Grace sees the next teacher arriving. "Barbie, can we talk tomorrow morning please?"

Barbie gives a non-committal nod, "Yes, we'll see. Look for me then."

Scene 1.06. Grace meets the principal.

Scene 1.06. Grace meets the principal.


Grace plays Grace the second year Sandon college student and cheerleader, Federico plays Federico the principal.

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Federico Perenti clears his voice and types into the computer. "Ah, Grace, come in come in. Just a second."

Grace opens the door and walks in

Grace waits for the principal to finish typing

Federico Perenti: please, make yourself comfortable.. Let me have a quick look at your notes.. *recalls your scores on the computer*

Grace smiles nervously, pulls out the chair opposite the principal, and sits down slowly

Grace crosses her legs

Federico Perenti glances at her marks. "Hm. Hmmmm.. Arumph."

Grace looks more nervous now

Federico Perenti: so.. I have a few notes here that I want to understand better. Your marks are not .. well. not brilliant enough for this school. You know that, I guess. Because here it says... *makes a pause looking at her*

Grace: oh

Grace: w.what does it say ...?

Grace says in a very soft voice

Grace feels her heart thumping

Federico Perenti puffs. "There's a note from Fairbanks here. It says you have a special permission.. to stay.. *reads*.. to.. to keep the cheerleader group.."

Grace: oh yes..

Grace leans back a little relaxed

Grace: Mr Fairbanks permitted me to setup the cheerleading squad last year

Federico Perenti bumps a pencil and lets it fall. Immediatly he leans down, moving so quickly to surprise her, getting a straight view at her legs.

Grace straightens her back, visibly tense

Federico Perenti smiles at her, knowingly. "I SEE very well."

Grace keeps her legs crossed

Grace: w..what do you see Sir?

Federico Perenti: .. the note.. your scores..

Grace: yes, of course

Grace: i know i haven't been doing that well

Federico Perenti clicks again. "There are been some complaints, Grace."

Grace: but i have.. improved

Grace: c-complaints?

Grace: aabout me?

Federico Perenti: yes.. some of your comrades in fact. They say you... you are provoking the boys.

Grace: i am not

Grace: i haven't done anything!

Federico Perenti: hmm. But seen your position...

Federico Perenti: If I were you, I would take better care of ... *waves hands* having a good relationship with the other students.

Grace: what do you mean Sir...?

Grace: I haven't done anything wrong

Grace: I seldom mix around with other students

Grace: except the gals from the cheerleading squad

Federico Perenti: hmm? No? But someone took the effort of complaining.. hmm.. Well that's wrong to start with. You should more.

Grace: yes Sir

Grace looks slightly confused but decides to be agreeable with the principal

Federico Perenti: .. be helpful! If someone asks something of you, better comply. If not, you will be set apart and be bullied.

Grace: yes.. yes ok Sir

Federico Perenti: Of course I cannot tell you who is complaining. Privacy.

Federico Perenti: But I will tell you that. If during next week the complaints are not taken back...

Federico Perenti taps the desk.

Grace nods

Federico Perenti: .. well I'll have to punish you. I'm going to introduce new punishment for students. Chores.

Grace: but..but.. shouldn't you punish the bullies Sir? i haven't done anything

Federico Perenti: Hm? No. No. You're taking this in the wrong way.

Federico Perenti: This school will teach you how to work in groups. In our society.

Grace: yes Sir

Grace: i .. i will try

Federico Perenti says in a rather final tone. "You will ask everyone if they filed a complaint. If you don't manage to find who did it and to have it retracted..

Grace: ohhh

Grace: i have.. to ask everyone??

Federico Perenti: .. you will clean the boy's toilets for all of next week. And I tell you, you have NO idea how dirty they get.

Grace: gosh

Grace: i - i - yes.. ok Sir

Grace: i will ...

Grace looks confused again but decides it best not to argue

Federico Perenti: You're a smart girl, Grace. *clearing his throat, satisfied.

Federico Perenti: I hope we can really understand each other. I know you had a good relationship with Fairbanks...

Grace blushes slightly, wondering if he knows

Grace: good relat... yes Sir

Grace: i guess

Grace swallows

Grace: i will do.. as you say Sir

Grace: i will ask everyone if they have filed a complaint..

Grace: and to get it retracted

Federico Perenti pushes a few keys on the computer and a movie starts to play. It's pretty dark and you can't make it out.

Federico Perenti: Good, good.

Grace looks at the principal's eyes roving on his screen

Grace: (what are you watching Sir?)

Federico Perenti: But I want you to have an even better relationship with me.

Grace: ummm

Grace: well..

Federico Perenti keeps the screen tilted so that she cannot make out what the movie is.

Grace: i dont know .. what ... to say Sir

Federico Perenti: I want you to consider me as your mentor.

Grace: yes .. yes sure Sir

Grace: thank you

Federico Perenti: I will help the staff here. We will teach you .. you have potential Grace.

Federico Perenti: More potential than the others, than some of the others with better grades.

Grace is trying to figure out if he knows what Fairbanks has done to her

Grace remembers the blowjobs she had to give some teachers

Grace: is.. is Mr Fairbanks.. coming back Sir?

Federico Perenti turns the volume up. From the machine a muffled sound of sucking fills the room.

Grace: ohhhh god

Grace turns bright red

Grace looks panicky

Federico Perenti: No.. he is not. He could not teach you well enough.

Grace: i...

Federico Perenti: You?

Grace feels her throat constrict, stopping her from speaking

Grace swallows again, unsure what to say

Grace tries to peer at the monitor screen

Federico Perenti: Stand up.

Federico Perenti: Come by me.

Grace feels her heart turn cold

Grace slowly rises from her seat

Grace walks to you like a zombie

Federico Perenti: Quicker. And put some soul in these legs! I don't make you do your cheerleading for that!

Grace: yes..

Grace quickly stands beside the man

Federico Perenti adjusts the screen so that Grace could see it. She recognizes her own hair, her face lost in what she now remembers to be Fairbank's crotch.

Grace turns bright red, her mouth falling open in shock

Grace: he taped me !

Grace tries to reach for the keyboard, but he pushes her hand away with his left hand, while his right controls the mouse.

Federico Perenti fasts forward to the moment of Fairbank's orgasm, the sound of Grace coughing and gagging. "We did." He waits to see what she will do.

Grace covers her mouth in deep embarrassment as she looks at her self on the screen

Grace slumps her shoulders

Grace: please don't.. do this Sir...

Federico Perenti pulls her nearer, arm around her waist. His other hand reaches under her skirt.

Grace: ohhh

Federico Perenti: What it is that I should not do, Grace?

Grace struggles for a split second but stops when he tightens his grip

Grace gives a little cry. His fingers are touching her privates!

Federico Perenti slides his hand between her thighs. He pushes and his expert fingers find immediately their path. His index finger slides all inside her, his thumb resting on her bush, the part between index and thumb pressing on her nub.

Grace resists, trying to close her thighs

Federico Perenti: What is that you do not want, Grace? Tsk, tsk, you're just trapping my hand like this. It's already inside you.

Grace: ohhh

Grace feels defeated

Federico Perenti: Little Grace. I own you now. Make peace with that. It's a fact. *caresses his hair with the other hand, keeping her still with the finger inside her, unmoving*

Grace struggles a little, but more for show now. she feels his finger inside her

Grace feels her ears burning, the shame eating her

Federico Perenti: It's a fact and it's not even the more interesting one. I have no need of a fucktoy. So don't be that. Be more than that. Start by saying it, though. Say that you're mine.

Grace: i'm yours

Federico Perenti smiles at her.

Grace's face looks pained as she says it

Grace feels its all happening again

Federico Perenti: Of course you are. You feel me inside you. You know I can do what I want with you.

Grace: yes Sir...

Federico Perenti: So you've been giving blowjobs around, right? To Fairbanks and teachers.. students that I do not know of?

Grace: No... it's not like that...

Grace: Fairbanks makes me do it...

Grace: made

Federico Perenti sighs and relaxes in his couch. "Of course. And the teachers? I have tapes of them all."

Grace: I haven't...

Grace: er...yes he made me do it...*hanging head in shame

Federico Perenti: He did. But the others?

Grace: He.. he had Mr Meth watch one time while I sucked him

Grace: then he told me after that every week I was to suck Mr Meth once

Federico Perenti nods.

Federico Perenti: see?

Grace: I had no choice...

Federico Perenti: No. Of course. Nor you have a choice now.

Federico Perenti: Grace.. you have a first task we discussed before. I expect you to do it well. Now you will have a second one. You will do me a research, and hand it to me at the end of next week.

Grace gulps, but nods

Federico Perenti: a paper on blowjobs.

Federico Perenti: History. Technique.

Grace: noo... i mean.. Yes Sir

Federico Perenti: And you will watch samples. Youtube offers plenty. You will comment at least on 50 of them.

Grace: omigod

Grace nods

Federico Perenti: no cheating. I will read it and I will know if you've watched them carefully.

Grace: yyes Sir

Federico Perenti: Got it? *finallly moves his finger, that in the meantime was getting nearly stuck to her walls*

Grace: yes!

Grace tiptoes, feeling the finger wriggling

Federico Perenti pulls out of her, slowly. He licks the tip of his finger, then offers it to her mouth.

Grace: ohhh

Federico Perenti: Lick it clean. It's your stuff.

Grace is horrified to see her principal licking his finger coated with her juices

Grace opens her mouth slowly to accept his finger

Grace takes the finger into her lips

Federico Perenti pushes his finger inside her mouth, roughly, scraping against her palate with his nail. "Quicker."

Grace grimaces, taking the whole finger into her mouth. Reluctantly, she uses her tongue to clean it.

Federico Perenti turns away from her. He says in a final tone "That will be all for now, Grace. Put your heart in your work."

Grace: yes sir

Grace takes a step back, feeling humiliated and uncertain. She turns and runs out of the room

UR003 Weekly paiments

The first data that come of the decrypting process refer to bank transactions. Mr C had been receiving large amounts of money on a weekly basis. Though the sender of the money is not shown. There is more. Mr C had also a folder with the daily schedule of the principal and notes on his daily habits. Either the dude was learning to be a principal, perhaps in the principle's position (?), or he is stalking the principal. There might be more. Several files were not decrypted in my first effort and I have to search for better tool to read them.

I compile the present findings into report and mail it to the principal, informing him that his inquiry is ongoing and reassuring him of that the confidential status of this inquiry is maintained. I inform him nothing about the network usage, considering if I would tell him if when we meet.

G007. Bad boys

Dear Diary,

Someone scribbled something nasty in my notebook today. I just went to the ladies and came back to class. There it was on the next page written in ink. I looked around but nobody seemed to care, or know who did it.

The French teacher asked me what I was up to. I said 'nothing Sir'.

Someone had written, "I want a handjob too. Suck me slut cheerleader."

I suspect Bobby did this. He sits just two seats away from me in French class. Tom must have told his friends. This is so humiliating.

Wish they would leave me alone.

g

BR005

Bobby keeps fiddling with the door controllers - he makes a few online searches - tries to find out what radio frequencies they are on. He walks cautiously - every door now seems dangerous. Bobby starts to look at the school in a systematic way.

There are cameras - cleverly hidden - he finds a few. Bobby wonders if he should talk with somoeone about his discoveries. He buys tools at the local electronic store - Tom is laughing of him - and tests, tests, tests.

Bobby fantasizes about talking control of the doors - he could become the secret master of the school - lock the principal's assistant in a maze whose only exit is thorugh him. He needs that woman - Christina - waits to see her every day she drives the principal - no way to get nearer to her yet...

A new teacher of informatics. Bobby listens with attention. He is completely sure the new teacher would know how to hack the doors' controls - but Bobby cannot be sure - what is beyond the surface of the school - people disappear here - perhaps, Bobby fears, because they discover something under the surface of the school

UR002 Hard drive

I took MR C's disk the disk from the principal an analyzing it. The files fall into 2 categories, encrypted or not. Un-encrypted data includes his web history. The guy was booking airline tickets, 1st class with Singapore airlines to Bankong. This is an expensive ticket to buy on a teacher's salary. Is he really one? And since the guy would knows how to encrypt his data, why leave only this piece of information unprotected?

The rest of the data will take some time to decrypt until my PC matches multiple candidate encryptions of dictionary words against the encrypted text (well I hope the guy was writing in English, cause otherwise it would take so much time to try ALL dictionaries). I start writing up my report to the principal with what I have for now and plan to complete it, when the PC spits out the deciphered text. Upon the principle's request, I speak to no one about this.

I am reluctant to report to him the skype activity I noticed. He did not ask for this check or even bother to listen about the condition of the network at the school. He seemed quite preoccupied. I cannot know the content of the skype sessions, as this data is not stored. Anyhow now that I know that the calls are occurring, I set up a sniffer to copy all packets and intercept the next session. I am wondering what this is all about. Some afternoon sessions have a regular bandwidth usage. Evening session consume barely an audio packets. Seems that there is visual but very little talk. What is this skype-pantomime?

G006. Can't sleep

Dear Diary,

A click. Not very loud but I heard it. My eyes wide open.

Nothing happened. But I can't fall asleep, so I am writing to you.

Sometimes the floor boards creak like someone is walking around, but they say it's because the building is old and the wood contracts at night.

Back to the click. It reminds me of last year. Like it was all happening again.

First Mr. Fairbanks transferred my room mate to another room. Said I deserved my own room.

I was in bed one night, then next thing I knew, he was there standing beside my bed. He entered my room. I did not know how, because I locked the door from inside. But I knew what he wanted. He left after he was satisfied. He also said I should not wash my mouth until noon the next day so the boys would keep away.

The next night, I heard the click. The door would just unlock. No key turning. He came in, quietly. I pretended to be sleeping. But he shook me to wake me up. This time he gagged me. Said that this is so I wouldn't wake up Celina sleeping next door. He came in me. He told me what a dirty girl I was.

Gosh, it is late. Back to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow morning.

g

F020. Monday again.

I arrive late, directly to the school. It's sunny but I have black, stormy clouds on my head. I don't want to think about the weekend and I don't want to think that it's still one month before my next break.

I check things - nothing new, Mr. Rayna has settled himself and from his traces he's already checking on the students. He should starting to intercept skype calls, and consequently discover what Silvia is doing in her room, soon enough.

I haven't had the time to run a deep check on Mr. C's hard disk, so I call Mr. Ubik and ask him to; I only tell him the teacher disappeared in uncertain circumstances, making no reference at all to the nurse. I press for discretion.

When I'm back home, Christina is all smiles. something that irritates me to the utmost. I raise my hand to hit her. Then everything seems so senseless and I just let her go. At least she's stopped smiling.

UR001 Setup

Moved all my stuff from my previous teaching job to my office at Sandon today. It was pretty generous of the college to pay for all my moving expenses; books are heavy and expensive to transport and I have a lot of them. I met Grace at the school today. She was very helpful and offered to show me around. She seems good hearted, but I will have to see. Maybe she is aiming at an easy grade, as she told me that she is not keen on studying. Or maybe she has something to hide, in which case she is in deep waters. In any case though, I will provide with an extra help with her studies... a quid pro quo.

I wonder what my previous boss wrote about me in his reference letter. He had always an eye on me, the old scumbag. Nevermind the jerk, he was incapable of proving the slightest of what he was suspecting. Ha! if only he knew how minute were his suspicions, compared to what was going on ... so, it seems that what happened there is gonna stay there.

Also completed the setup of my office, which I like it a lot: clean, spacious with a large window and a magnificent view. Very different compared to my other office, which I doubt that anybody has dug deep enough to know that I maintain downtown. I like the risk of availing just a small opportunity for someone to be suspicious. I hang a Helmut Newton photograph on my wall. Not one of his kinky ones. Just a plain portrait he so artfully used to shoot. It is just a small hint for the visitors of my office. And, at the same time a test for the them. If their eye falls on the picture and stays the for just a split second more, I know that they recognized the photographer. And then I know that (s)he has see the rest of his photos...

Back to work. It seems that several of the users engage some, say, extra-curricular uses of the WWW. I found out student account traces of frequent skype calls, as well as, some interesting pictures on the school's Web server proxy: somebody among the students is reading Von Gotha's illustrated novels ... nice taste, though professionally speaking, completely inappropriate use of the school's equipment.

I am curious to find out what was the investigative stuff the principal asked me about when we talked the other day on the phone. Would it be about this mystery I heard about regarding the dissappearing of two persons, or is it related to the other affairs of the school? Anyhow, I guess he will tell me when he needs to and, after all, this has been my bread and butter for quite a while in the past. The principal seems like a nice guy and something tells me he is like-minded. So if he asks me to be a bit nosy, I will certainly help him out.

F019. Back Home.

One month is over now. I'm packing a quick suitcase; Christina offered to help but I've dismissed her quickly. The week seemed interminable, and now it's over. A plane and I'll meet my wife for the first time since I've started this job. I'm sure my persecutors laugh beyond my shoulders. I could not care less.

The investigators came and left but the mystery is still unbroken. No trace of either missing staff. I have a new teacher, though; is CV was good but even better was the letter of recommendation, that I've immediately filed as secret. I'll wait and see as he moves. The school network looks as a normal system but it contains - to my knowledge, at least, but nothing strange if there are more - countless honeypots and three levels of chroots. The adquate measures for a Circle safehouse. I'll wait to see if we catch him or not.

The cams are giving interesting news. I've seen our delicious Silvia naked in her room for no reason. Well, no reason until I read her Skype trace. And Bobby was tinkering with the locks - I guess he has just understood that they are all centrally controlled. Will he try something with them?

Right now, when Christina speeds me to the airport, I really could not care less.

G005. Dirty

Dear Diary,

Sorry I have not written. Terrible thing happened last week. I was mugged outside the diner, together with Tom.

That was not all. The mugger made me do things. I feel dirty.

He saw that I was pantiless. He saw Tom trying to kiss me. He made me give Tom a handjob. Tom came all over my hand. And he let us go.

Some of the girls found out. They told Miss Ziki. I was told to see the school nurse after. She spent an hour talking to me, then gave me some meds to help me sleep. That was all.

I was exempted from going to class for a few days. That was a good thing. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing Tom.

g

UR000: Ubik Rayna's application for a teaching position in the Sandon Boarding College

To whom it may concern:

Dear Sir or Madam,

I am writing to you in support of my application for the position of teacher of Informatics. My credentials include a PhD in Computer Science and 2 post-doctorate fellowships, elaborated at an Ivy League university in the U.S. I see this prospective appointment as a remarkable opportunity to return back to my motherland, old Europe. I addition, I wish to volunteer for the position of system administrator of the school's computer laboratory as, in case of my hiring, I will be extensively using this laboratory for the practical teaching of the Informatics course and, thus, I wish to have a personal supervision of its condition.

Furthermore, I wish to take this opportunity to express my suitability in assisting in any investigative inquiries that the Sandon Boarding College might be in request of. My professional experience allows me to contribute in such inquiries in the two following ways. First, I am skilled as a person tracker, meaning that I master the ability of collecting information on the whereabouts of missing persons and carrying out surveillance operations. Second, I my scientific specialization falls in the field of security and cryptography. This latter skill makes makes me competent in the surveillance of electronic correspondence and most other forms of electronic communication.

Upon your request, please expect to receive - accompanying with this application - a reference letter from my last employer evaluating my performance as an employee.

I hope that we will fruitfully collaborate in the near future, given that this opportunity becomes available.

Sincerely,
Ubik Rayna, PhD

Dr Rayna's reference letter from his past employer, has been mailed to the school's headmaster and is in now in his possession. The contents of this letter have not been disclosed to Dr Rayna.


Potential exit point for the character of Ubik Rayna

A student from his past college wins the lottery and, free from any societal concern, sues Rayna for blackmail and sexual harassment. It turns out that Rayna was blackmailing students at his past school, delivering them as candy to a secret society that he belongs to.

FAQ part 2, in answer to Ubik's questions.

New questions for the FAQ; thanks Ubik, it's so much easier to write answers than to organize a rule post.

1) I am now a follower of the blog. Do I need to do something else? Btw, I don't yet see the Sandon blog in my "Dashboard"; is there any further thing I should do?

Starting to follow is good. My guess is that your dashboard is just being slow.

2) How do I post my character's description? I understand that I should scroll the webpage and paste the description text in the "Application Form". Is that correct?

No - that was the application process for sub/victim players. Anyway the whole process has been suspended; I'm giving invitation on a case by case basis. In other words it's now a "just ask" process. Make a post tagged Character and that is it.

3) I see that each post has a code. I mean, post  e.g. "S009: My skype sessions" has code "S009". Where do I find the instructions on how to put codes in my posts? Also, how do I post? (or I have to wait first so that the Sandon blog appears on my dashboard?)

To post, one needs to be an author. Approved applications will get the invitation in their email. Then you should choose a code for yourself - one or two letter, not already taken.

4) Also how do members communicate OOC, e.g. in order to arrange in-world meetings? I suppose they use email, through the email address you fill in with the application (?) But how do I send an email to another character or vice-versa?

Not really. I have a plans for a matchmaking tool but it's still just an idea. As for now, we use both SL friendship and the Satin Circle group. I invite players to friend each other.

5) Do in-world meetings have to be transcribed and posted as well? (e.g. after editing the transcriptions).

Nothing "has" to be posted. Players post at their discretion. Just post what you think may be interesting for the other to see; the rest can be just alluded to, in the diaries ("Ah, today I killed the Principal.")

S009: My skype sessions

I knew Jennifer would be bothering me once she learned that I have access to skype but I never expected she would ask me to do that. Two days after she found me on skype, I received a package from her. I found 12 matching sets of sexy lingeries and a high quality webcam. With the written instructions from her:

. Your computer should be always on and always stay logged on in skype.
. When at your dorm room, you should be in your lingerie only when talking to me or your daddy on skype.

That night, I was asked to pose in my new lingerie in lots of different model poses. Some are so suggestive I blushed deeply and to my dismay, I found dampness between my legs. I hoped that it won't be visible through the webcam. When she realized that I wanted to use skype because I was trying to avoid making call from the principal's office, she grinned and commented that "How lovely! It seems that your principal also knows very well how to train an obedient girl. Rule change, girl. You should stay naked when talking on skype from now on unless instructed otherwise." With that, I've been naked every night in my room as I was required to talk to Jennifer every night. I guess there is some truth in her statement. I did feel very submissive talking to Jennifer when being naked. Sometimes she even asked me to take my laptop to bed and had me knelt in front of the webcam. I can't imagine that now I'm away from home yet I am deeper in her control.

Yesterday, I was shocked when Jennifer told me daddy was very pleased about the photo album of my lingerie shots. Even though I used to doubt that some of the things that Jennifer did to me were just her own ideas. Now I doubt if that's completely true.

Now that my room has turned into a glass house to me, I've been staying outside more often during the day. I do my study in the library. I began to notice that Bobby and his dorky friends have been around and always stealing glances at girls on campus ever since the Principal mentioned Bobby to me. Clearly they've been paying attention to Grace a lot and I have a feeling that they may be also eyeing me lately. Just when I thought maybe boys in college will be more mature and pleasant...