May Miss A Few Days After This
I finally drifted off to sleep, with probably 30 minutes to go before I had to get up, and I had the most horrific dream. They were all there, including Full-Back, and they were all taking turns raping me but I was paralyzed. Even Swimmer was joining in and he wasn't my Swimmer. He was the evil Swimmer that Ringleader had controlled and manipulated. I woke up to the alarm, in a cold sweat, having cum in my sleep.
Even though I hadn't seen Ringleader the day before I still put on a pair of panties, just in case he was there that day. The day went by as a normal day and I got to the end of it without seeing any of the group. Which was unusual. I always passed some of them in the halls. I took that as a good sign and left to go to “our” spot to wait for my Mom-of-the-Day ride to show up. I felt a hand curl over my shoulder and I went cold.
“Did you miss me yesterday?” Ringleader said in a light, jovial tone. I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Well, I knew what to say, 'Hell not you sadistic bastard/Yes, I missed you so much. I love you.' The duality played out in my head that way. Each side of my brain looking at the other in horror for having thought what it thought. After a few moments of awkward silence Ringleader squeezed my shoulder hard and through a smile and gritted teeth he said, “You are supposed to say, 'Yes, I missed you.'” I replied, “I'm sorry. You're hurting me. Of course I missed you.” His grip loosened up to a gentle hold on my shoulder and I relaxed a little from the pain being gone.
I had forgotten who had given me that pain. Everything was right as rain. I was back into the familiar pattern. Ringleader and I waited around after school longer than usual. No one had shown up to see if they could play with the toy, but I soon found out why we had waited. From down the sidewalk, to the right of us, came The Boy Next Door. I glared at him but only for a moment. I had to remember I wasn't Ringleader's boyfriend. The Boy Next Door was Ringleader's boyfriend.
The Boy Next Door walked up and made a kissing noise into the air. Ringleader made a kissing noise back. They weren't anywhere close enough to kiss but it was their way of displaying affection in public. It wasn't a bad idea. If no one was too close then no one would ever know. Kind of ingenious really. I wasn't sure if they did it in the halls. Maybe they made the kissing lips when they saw each other down the hall. I wasn't sure. I never did see the two of them together at school except after school.
Ringleader said, “Are you ready to go?” The Boy Next Door replied, “I sure am. Let's do this thing.” That made me shiver. I was sure he didn't mean 'Let's rape the toy' but the easy jump in the vernacular made for it being hard to handle none-the-less. My head dropped and Ringleader let go of my shoulder and said, “See you later toy,” and walked off with The Boy Next Door. I was floored. He was taking The Boy Next Door home and not me?! I was here before The Boy Next Door! I deserved to be given top billing.
What was I saying!? This was day 3 with no rape. My life was becoming more normal with every passing minute. I had missed the ride from the Mom-of-the-Day so I went around to the front side of the band hall and I looked around for someone I knew. Luckily there was an older girl who I had talked with a couple of times standing with another girl. I walked up to her and apologized and asked if she could drop me off at home, because I had missed my ride because I had to stay after school and do something and that if she didn't give me a ride I'd be stuck there for 2 hours until my mother got off work. She was sympathetic and said she'd call her friend and we got into her truck.
It was a somewhat animated little talk we had on the way home. We talked about our different sections in band, she played the Trumpet and I played the French Horn. She had many more people to talk about than I did and more to complain about. She was one of better than average players but certainly not the best. She was impressed with me because I was a freshman and I was 3rd chair out of 4 chairs in the French Horn section. When I told her how the music was distributed she was even more impressed.
The 1st and 3rd chairs played the upper, and harder to reach, registers/notes and the 2nd and 4th played the easy lower registers/notes. Plus 1st and 3rd usually had counter-melodies to the trumpets in the more complex pieces of music so it was even more impressive to her. Being 2nd chair was still seen as being better than 3rd chair even if the 3rd chair did get the harder parts because it was different notes. And she was also impressed that it took the cupping of the hand in the bell to change pitch on the fly. I could play two completely different notes depending upon how I held my hand in the bell. It's a very complex instrument to play right and after my explanation of it she was indeed impressed.
She dropped me off at my house, which I profusely thanked her for because it was the opposite direction that she needed to travel for her to get home. I was safe at home. All by myself for the next 1 hour and 45 minutes and I was exhausted from not sleeping the night before. I was eating a snack and watching some TV when someone rang the doorbell. This was odd because who would be here but a marketeer and why so early in the day? Who's home at this time except someone who has the day off or is sick. Neither of which people would want to be bothered.
I open the door and there stood Ringleader, The Boy Next Door, and Tutor. My heart skipped a beat. My heart skipped several beats. I just stood there, mortified. How could this be happening. Ringleader had gone home with The Boy Next Door. Ringleader asked if I was going to invite them in. I thought, 'no,' but said, “Sure, come on in. What are you guys doing here? I thought that you and The Boy Next Door had...” I stopped and glanced at Tutor, who was more interested in the house than what I was saying. “I though you two were going home together,” I said in a low harsh voice.
Ringleader said, “Oh, we did. And Tutor came over to help The Boy Next Door and me catch up from yesterday's missed classes.” So they had taken the day off together. I became enraged. Ringleader had never taken the day off with me. 'But this bastard, The Boy Next Door, oh, he could be taken time off with,' I thought angrily. “You're red like a tomato,” noted Ringleader, “what's wrong?” He said it with that sly smile of 'Yeah that's right. We stayed at my house all day and did what boyfriends do. What's it to you toy?' I became even more enraged I could just hear the roar coming on in my ears. Just a little nudge more.
Even though I hadn't seen Ringleader the day before I still put on a pair of panties, just in case he was there that day. The day went by as a normal day and I got to the end of it without seeing any of the group. Which was unusual. I always passed some of them in the halls. I took that as a good sign and left to go to “our” spot to wait for my Mom-of-the-Day ride to show up. I felt a hand curl over my shoulder and I went cold.
“Did you miss me yesterday?” Ringleader said in a light, jovial tone. I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Well, I knew what to say, 'Hell not you sadistic bastard/Yes, I missed you so much. I love you.' The duality played out in my head that way. Each side of my brain looking at the other in horror for having thought what it thought. After a few moments of awkward silence Ringleader squeezed my shoulder hard and through a smile and gritted teeth he said, “You are supposed to say, 'Yes, I missed you.'” I replied, “I'm sorry. You're hurting me. Of course I missed you.” His grip loosened up to a gentle hold on my shoulder and I relaxed a little from the pain being gone.
I had forgotten who had given me that pain. Everything was right as rain. I was back into the familiar pattern. Ringleader and I waited around after school longer than usual. No one had shown up to see if they could play with the toy, but I soon found out why we had waited. From down the sidewalk, to the right of us, came The Boy Next Door. I glared at him but only for a moment. I had to remember I wasn't Ringleader's boyfriend. The Boy Next Door was Ringleader's boyfriend.
The Boy Next Door walked up and made a kissing noise into the air. Ringleader made a kissing noise back. They weren't anywhere close enough to kiss but it was their way of displaying affection in public. It wasn't a bad idea. If no one was too close then no one would ever know. Kind of ingenious really. I wasn't sure if they did it in the halls. Maybe they made the kissing lips when they saw each other down the hall. I wasn't sure. I never did see the two of them together at school except after school.
Ringleader said, “Are you ready to go?” The Boy Next Door replied, “I sure am. Let's do this thing.” That made me shiver. I was sure he didn't mean 'Let's rape the toy' but the easy jump in the vernacular made for it being hard to handle none-the-less. My head dropped and Ringleader let go of my shoulder and said, “See you later toy,” and walked off with The Boy Next Door. I was floored. He was taking The Boy Next Door home and not me?! I was here before The Boy Next Door! I deserved to be given top billing.
What was I saying!? This was day 3 with no rape. My life was becoming more normal with every passing minute. I had missed the ride from the Mom-of-the-Day so I went around to the front side of the band hall and I looked around for someone I knew. Luckily there was an older girl who I had talked with a couple of times standing with another girl. I walked up to her and apologized and asked if she could drop me off at home, because I had missed my ride because I had to stay after school and do something and that if she didn't give me a ride I'd be stuck there for 2 hours until my mother got off work. She was sympathetic and said she'd call her friend and we got into her truck.
It was a somewhat animated little talk we had on the way home. We talked about our different sections in band, she played the Trumpet and I played the French Horn. She had many more people to talk about than I did and more to complain about. She was one of better than average players but certainly not the best. She was impressed with me because I was a freshman and I was 3rd chair out of 4 chairs in the French Horn section. When I told her how the music was distributed she was even more impressed.
The 1st and 3rd chairs played the upper, and harder to reach, registers/notes and the 2nd and 4th played the easy lower registers/notes. Plus 1st and 3rd usually had counter-melodies to the trumpets in the more complex pieces of music so it was even more impressive to her. Being 2nd chair was still seen as being better than 3rd chair even if the 3rd chair did get the harder parts because it was different notes. And she was also impressed that it took the cupping of the hand in the bell to change pitch on the fly. I could play two completely different notes depending upon how I held my hand in the bell. It's a very complex instrument to play right and after my explanation of it she was indeed impressed.
She dropped me off at my house, which I profusely thanked her for because it was the opposite direction that she needed to travel for her to get home. I was safe at home. All by myself for the next 1 hour and 45 minutes and I was exhausted from not sleeping the night before. I was eating a snack and watching some TV when someone rang the doorbell. This was odd because who would be here but a marketeer and why so early in the day? Who's home at this time except someone who has the day off or is sick. Neither of which people would want to be bothered.
I open the door and there stood Ringleader, The Boy Next Door, and Tutor. My heart skipped a beat. My heart skipped several beats. I just stood there, mortified. How could this be happening. Ringleader had gone home with The Boy Next Door. Ringleader asked if I was going to invite them in. I thought, 'no,' but said, “Sure, come on in. What are you guys doing here? I thought that you and The Boy Next Door had...” I stopped and glanced at Tutor, who was more interested in the house than what I was saying. “I though you two were going home together,” I said in a low harsh voice.
Ringleader said, “Oh, we did. And Tutor came over to help The Boy Next Door and me catch up from yesterday's missed classes.” So they had taken the day off together. I became enraged. Ringleader had never taken the day off with me. 'But this bastard, The Boy Next Door, oh, he could be taken time off with,' I thought angrily. “You're red like a tomato,” noted Ringleader, “what's wrong?” He said it with that sly smile of 'Yeah that's right. We stayed at my house all day and did what boyfriends do. What's it to you toy?' I became even more enraged I could just hear the roar coming on in my ears. Just a little nudge more.