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Friday Night Barb
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Rias
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Later today. It starts again.
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Tick tick tick tick
what is this?
a war of nerves?
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Anyone getting impatient for the story to resume?
Rias
Neko Girl
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Harpier cries, “‘Tis time, ’tis time.”
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Second Friday, 23rd of February, 2001
Sunday 18th of February, 2001
It was a very tough weekend for Barb. The memory of Friday night kept coming back like a bad nightmare, only one that was too real. She knew it was too early for a pregnancy test, but spent Saturday and Sunday constantly worrying how her life could be ruined. Several times over the weekend she heard what had been her favorite song a few years earlier, “The First Night”, by Monica which just took her back to the trauma of Friday night.
Her parents of course, were a big problem.
Though they were usually very understanding and supportive parents, they had been deeply hurt at her arrest. They said little, feelings and emotions were not worn on the sleeves in the Moore family. However, their looks of disappointment cut Barbara more cruelly than words would. Her mom had always been someone in whom Barb could confide. But now! This! No way! For the first time in her life, she felt a wall of shame and dishonesty between herself and her mom. The humiliation and the fear of the evil cop held her prisoner.
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I have been led to believe that those are actual pictures of Barb's confrontation with her parents Saturday morning. But there is an alternative version:
At home, late Friday, parents very disapproving
At home, late Friday, parents very disapproving
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Just in! A member of Barbara's family (who will go unnamed for their protection from demerits) has sent me some exclusive family snapshots.
Barbara's parents at the recent Holiday get-together at the old homestead:
A private moment while clearing the Minnesota snow:
Looks like Barb could learn something from her mother!
Barbara's parents at the recent Holiday get-together at the old homestead:
A private moment while clearing the Minnesota snow:
Looks like Barb could learn something from her mother!
Looks like Barb could learn something from her mother!
That’s how those Northern girls keep their boyfriends warm at night.
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I wish they all could be South Carolina girls!
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Monday 19th of February, 2001
Returning to school Monday morning was something Barbara dreaded. As a new transfer, Barb had already felt unwanted as an outsider. She had only made few friends and a date with the very popular John had promised to be a springboard to acceptance with a wider group. Instead, the aftermath was a horrible nightmare! By mid-morning Monday, Barb couldn’t help but notice that she was getting a lot of funny looks from her acquaintances and strangers alike. John and his friends must have said something!
But what could they have said, thought Barb? They were hardly covered with glory from Friday night. If they told the truth, they would be embarrassed also. However, as she thought about it, she knew the boys would be twist the story to make them look better. And her worse! After all, everyone was ready to think bad of a girl, that she was a slut! If a boy strayed, that was being “manly!” Barb seethed at the unfairness of it all!
By lunch time the scorn was obvious. As Barb approached a table with her tray, the girls would giggle and then turn away to whisper to each other. The boys would give her leering stares. After receiving this “welcome” at two tables where her “friends” were seated, Barb sat by herself at a table in the back. Not even on her first day at the new school, had she felt so alone and unwanted.
After lunch she endured the same embarrassment in the halls and class. It took all of her will power to avoid breaking down and sobbing. Even so, a few tears came down her cheeks. The stares of the boys became more and more rude as Barbara knew they were undressing her in their minds. And all this just triggered the memory of the strip search and the rapes, and she would blush and fight back the humiliation and terror. When she did once run to the girl’s room to be alone, the girls she surprised there stopped their talking at once, and left without a word. On the way out, they looked back over their shoulders at Barbara and giggled
On the walk home, Barb spent ten minutes in the bushes near home to pull herself together before seeing her family. When she got there, she fled to her bedroom in shame. Next morning, she considered staying home sick for the rest of the week. But her mom, though normally sympathetic to her oldest daughter, would see though any faking, she always had. And the last thing Barb could do was explain the real reason. Her entire family’s future was in her hands!
Returning to school Monday morning was something Barbara dreaded. As a new transfer, Barb had already felt unwanted as an outsider. She had only made few friends and a date with the very popular John had promised to be a springboard to acceptance with a wider group. Instead, the aftermath was a horrible nightmare! By mid-morning Monday, Barb couldn’t help but notice that she was getting a lot of funny looks from her acquaintances and strangers alike. John and his friends must have said something!
But what could they have said, thought Barb? They were hardly covered with glory from Friday night. If they told the truth, they would be embarrassed also. However, as she thought about it, she knew the boys would be twist the story to make them look better. And her worse! After all, everyone was ready to think bad of a girl, that she was a slut! If a boy strayed, that was being “manly!” Barb seethed at the unfairness of it all!
By lunch time the scorn was obvious. As Barb approached a table with her tray, the girls would giggle and then turn away to whisper to each other. The boys would give her leering stares. After receiving this “welcome” at two tables where her “friends” were seated, Barb sat by herself at a table in the back. Not even on her first day at the new school, had she felt so alone and unwanted.
After lunch she endured the same embarrassment in the halls and class. It took all of her will power to avoid breaking down and sobbing. Even so, a few tears came down her cheeks. The stares of the boys became more and more rude as Barbara knew they were undressing her in their minds. And all this just triggered the memory of the strip search and the rapes, and she would blush and fight back the humiliation and terror. When she did once run to the girl’s room to be alone, the girls she surprised there stopped their talking at once, and left without a word. On the way out, they looked back over their shoulders at Barbara and giggled
On the walk home, Barb spent ten minutes in the bushes near home to pull herself together before seeing her family. When she got there, she fled to her bedroom in shame. Next morning, she considered staying home sick for the rest of the week. But her mom, though normally sympathetic to her oldest daughter, would see though any faking, she always had. And the last thing Barb could do was explain the real reason. Her entire family’s future was in her hands!
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An explanation of timing.
I am experimenting with a "real time" story. Each week, I will post as events happen, approximately at the same time of day as they happen. The time standard, of course, is Knoxville, TN, which is Eastern Standard Time in the US (GMT - 5). I will post some weekdays in the afternoons when she gets home from school, or in the evening if it's describing dinner.
Friday will be a challenge for the readers, since the majority of the action (especially the "good" action) takes place rather late that evening. Therefore, I will post more than one post that evening. You have the choice to read it all then, or wait and read it over several days. Unfortunately that will mean difficulty for European or Asian readers since it will be the middle of the night. Sorry, no way to fix that.
But whenever you read it, try to get in the mindset of real time passing during the week as Barb comes closer to Friday Night.
I am experimenting with a "real time" story. Each week, I will post as events happen, approximately at the same time of day as they happen. The time standard, of course, is Knoxville, TN, which is Eastern Standard Time in the US (GMT - 5). I will post some weekdays in the afternoons when she gets home from school, or in the evening if it's describing dinner.
Friday will be a challenge for the readers, since the majority of the action (especially the "good" action) takes place rather late that evening. Therefore, I will post more than one post that evening. You have the choice to read it all then, or wait and read it over several days. Unfortunately that will mean difficulty for European or Asian readers since it will be the middle of the night. Sorry, no way to fix that.
But whenever you read it, try to get in the mindset of real time passing during the week as Barb comes closer to Friday Night.
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Migoz2
Senator
Nice idea. (And very nice execution.)
twonines
LIMERICUS
But do they swallow?
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Tuesday 20th of February, 2001
The next morning at school, was worse than the first. By now every student had heard of how Barbara Moore, the new slut in school, had serviced three boys at once on her first date at Cramden High! Everyone seemed to be either avoiding any contact or, mostly the boys, leering at her with their stupid mouths hanging open. Between each class, there were snickers and jeers following her. Even the sophomore and freshman boys couldn’t take their eyes off the attractive and “easy” senior.
Monday hadn’t been a girl’s Phys Ed day, but Tuesday was. As she entered the showers afterwards, naked and psychologically vulnerable, the vicious teasing started. Surrounded by a dozen girls, all making fun of her and attacking her as a threat to their boyfriends, Barb broke down and sobbed. When she finally got control of herself, she was alone, and late for her next class.
Walking down the hallway to her last class, Barb squealed and jumped as she felt a hand on her ass. When she looked around, there was no obvious perpetrator, just a couple dozen boys and girls staring and laughing. Barb was overwhelmed by shame and anger. It was all so demeaning. And so unfair!
The next morning at school, was worse than the first. By now every student had heard of how Barbara Moore, the new slut in school, had serviced three boys at once on her first date at Cramden High! Everyone seemed to be either avoiding any contact or, mostly the boys, leering at her with their stupid mouths hanging open. Between each class, there were snickers and jeers following her. Even the sophomore and freshman boys couldn’t take their eyes off the attractive and “easy” senior.
Monday hadn’t been a girl’s Phys Ed day, but Tuesday was. As she entered the showers afterwards, naked and psychologically vulnerable, the vicious teasing started. Surrounded by a dozen girls, all making fun of her and attacking her as a threat to their boyfriends, Barb broke down and sobbed. When she finally got control of herself, she was alone, and late for her next class.
Walking down the hallway to her last class, Barb squealed and jumped as she felt a hand on her ass. When she looked around, there was no obvious perpetrator, just a couple dozen boys and girls staring and laughing. Barb was overwhelmed by shame and anger. It was all so demeaning. And so unfair!