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CHAPTER SEVEN

It was the very next day, Sunday, that Harold came rushing over to Shirley's house. Her father was working on something in the basement, and her mother was in the kitchen, so Shirley answered the door, wearing a yellow dress. Harold was all shaken up and nervous, and Shirley did her best to calm him down, asking him what was wrong. And Harold told her, in no uncertain terms.

Billy had a new movie camera. Billy said it would be a lot of fun if each of them took pictures of the other fucking Shirley. It would be something they could all look back on, later on, and enjoy. But Billy had used up all the film while Harold had been doing the fucking, and now Billy had admitted he was going to have a friend of his do the developing, and then he was going to sell prints of the film to all the kids at school for two dollars a reel. Billy figured he could sell at least a hundred reels at the junior high school, and nearly three hundred reels at the high school.

"We'll both get thrown out of school," Harold finished. "We have to do something."

Shirley knew Harold was right. What Billy had done was totally unconscionable. But how could she stop him?

"Where is this friend of Billy's, who's developing the film?" Shirley asked.

"Some kid in the movie club in the high school," Harold told her. "Billy wouldn't tell me who he was, but he did tell me he wouldn't be able to give the film to him today, because the kid wasn't home."

"Then Billy still has the film, huh?" Shirley asked.

"Yeah," Harold nodded. "But there ain't no way you're gonna get him to give you that film. He figures he'll be able to use it to blackmail you into fucking for him any time he wants. Not only that, but he's gonna tell some of the other girl's in school that he's gonna dub their heads onto your body, so it'll look like they're the ones getting it."

"Can he do that?" Shirley asked.

"I don't think so," Harold replied. "But he's gonna tell it to 'em, anyway. He figures he might con a couple of them to do what you did for him. He's gone fuck-crazy."

"Well you go home," Shirley told Harold. "I'll see what I can do."

As soon as Harold left, Shirley took out the local directory and looked up the telephone number of Miss Wagner. Then she phoned. Listening to the rings, her heart began trip hammering, hoping Miss Wagner was home and not with her man-friend.

The phone was picked up on the fourth ring, and Shirley was relieved to hear Miss Wagner's voice on the other end.

"Miss Wagner," Shirley said, "I know it's Sunday and I shouldn't bother you, but this is kind of important. Can I come over to your house and speak to you?"

"Certainly," Clare Wagner said. "Do you know how to get here?"

"The bus on my corner goes past your house," Shirley said. "I'll be right there, as soon as I tell my folks where I'm going."

Hanging up, Shirley went into the kitchen and told her mother she was going to Miss Wagner's house. She gave her mother the phone number, in case either of her parents wanted to call, then hurried outside and waited for the bus. It came, fifteen minutes later, and after a ten minute ride, she got off and walked to the plush ranch house.

It was almost warm out, and Shirley had only worn a light brown sweater over her yellow dress. The moment she passed between the high hedges, she saw Miss Wagner off to the side, wearing a light jacket over a pair of black slacks. The older woman's black hair was tied back with a pink ribbon.

"What's wrong, Shirley?" the teacher asked as the young girl came up to where she was standing, examining a tulip bed.

Shirley knew this was no time for hesitating, so she told Miss Wagner all that had happened the previous day, this time not omitting names.

"I see," the school teacher nodded, when Shirley was finished. "Well, what we have to do is punish the two boys."

"Harold, too?" Shirley asked.

"Oh yes," Miss Wagner nodded. "Harold was originally part of it, thinking how much fun it would be to have Billy get it all down on film. That was the reason why Harold had insisted on taking all the lampshades off, and then making you do it high up on a piano, so Billy could get some good shots. Harold's punishment is easy. All you have to do is deny yourself to him from now on. I want you to promise that to me."

"No problem there," Shirley agreed. "I promise not to ever let Harold Schaff touch me again."

"Good."

"And I promise not to let Billy Kapp touch me again."

"After today," Clare Wagner insisted.

"What do you mean?" Shirley asked.

"I mean, Billy's punishment will be threefold."

"I don't understand," Shirley replied.

"First, we have to get the film away from Billy. To do this, we have to convince Billy to bring the film over here."

"How can we do that?" Shirley asked.

"Simple. You will call Billy, give him my address, and tell him you're just as anxious as he to see the pictures he took. You know someone who can develop them today."

"Gosh, can you?"

"Yes," Clare Wagner nodded. "I took motion picture developing when I went to college. My friend and I often like to take movies of ourselves in action, for our own private enjoyment. I do all the developing. I can develop Billy's film. I can also scratch out your face on the emulsion side so you need never fear anyone recognizing you. Then, after making a single print of the film, I'll destroy the negative. This will keep Harold worried, too, since you'll tell him his is the only clear face that came out on the film."

"How else are we going to punish Billy?" Shirley asked.

"Between the two of us, we're going to drain that boy so dry, he won't be able to get out of bed until Tuesday."

"But won't that be giving him just what he wants?"

"It will make him hotter than ever for the two of us," Clare Wagner told Shirley. "I have a blonde wig and dark glasses I can wear so he'll never recognize me. Nor will he ever tell on you, because we'll claim we've taken pictures of him while he's here with us, and we'll show them to the kids in school with only his face visible if he gets cute. But the worst punishment of all is our cutting him off afterward, just like we're going to cut off Harold. Are you game?"

"Sure," Shirley nodded. "But just between you and me, what am I going to do to have fun after today? I mean, they were the only two boys I ever did anything with, and if I start with other boys, they might try something, too."

"And that is why you will have nothing to do with boys, from now on," Clare Wagner told her. "From what you've told me, you really enjoy sex. And you really know how to go about it. I can personally vouch for that. The time has come for you to enjoy men instead of boys. So when my friend comes back from wherever he is, I'll invite him to bring a man friend along, and you'll drive the two of them out of their skulls. Just about every man has a secret longing to fuck a young girl like you. We'll have foursomes here, if you like."

"Gosh, that'd be swell," Shirley agreed. "But what do I do when there are no men around?"

"You and I have come to know one another very well," Clare told her. "I think we can form what is known as a lasting friendship, and whenever you feel the urge, and I don't have my menses, you can come here, and we can gratify one another."

"Gee, Miss Wagner, you're a great friend."

"Only if you keep up with your school work," the teacher reminded her.