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Friday Night Barb

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Barb climbed into the car beside the scary Jack.

“Where to?” he said.

“The Mall. The back entrance please.”

In a few minutes he pulled up to the rear entrance.

Jack handed her a small bag with clothes. “You come back next Friday dressed in this,” he said. “You be on time or you will have a much sorer butt. And don’t dream of a no-show. We know where you live and I swear we’ll kill your parents, your two brothers and your sister, before your eyes, slowly!” Barb felt a terrible surge of horror at his words. She nodded.

Barbara almost ran into the Mall. She wanted to get to the Ladies room as quickly as possible to change out of her wet panties and shorts.
 
Just as she was about to turn into the short corridor to the restrooms, she made eye contact with Betty, Kathy and Robin, her only three friends from school. These girls had gone out of their way to welcome the new student and, though they didn’t say anything positive, they were the only ones who hadn’t made fun of her this last week.

The girls smiled as they recognized their friend. Immediately, however, their eyes went to her slutty outfit. All three mouths dropped open as they saw Barb’s bare belly covered with semen and her low mini-skirt soaked in the front.

Barb couldn’t stop. There was no way to explain. She hurried into the rest room sobbing in embarrassment.

Barb made it home by a quarter to eleven. She hurried down the hall past the living room where her parents were reading. She gave a quick, “Hello, I’m home. I’m going to bed,” and raced up the stairs. A long, hot shower rinsed off the physical remains of the night, but the emotional damage remained as she lay in bed for a couple of hours before sleep came.
 
Week of Friday, 2nd of March, 2001

Sunday 25th February

Saturday and Sunday at home were better than the prior weekend. The lingering distrust on her parent’s part was still there, but largely abated after she had made it home on time Friday (little did they know what had happened). In Barb’s mind, however, it was even worse as the secrets she carried and the lies she’d told weighed heavily on her mind.

Typical for a teen, she had little interaction with her siblings. Her younger sister, Julie, was wrapped up in freshman High School excitement, which, naturally seemed hopelessly childish to Senior Barb. Her oldest brother, Harold was busy with his college studies and only at home a few nights a week for home-cooked food. Growing up, she’d always looked up to him as a kind of leader of the children, but never felt close to him. In many ways, Barb had always been closest to the second son, David, who was just less than ten months older than Barb (a frequent source of teasing of their parents over the rapidity of Barb’s conception!). Quiet, sensitive and artistic, David was the outlier in an academic, achievement-oriented family. The rest had difficulty understanding him, but Barb had always encouraged and admired his creative talents. In the last year, he had become busy doing computer art on his computer. He would only share a little of it with the family, who, again, with the exception of Barb, didn’t understand the work.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
In the last year, he had become busy doing computer art on his computer. He would only share a little of it with the family, who, again, with the exception of Barb, didn’t understand the work.
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Most of it was posted on DeviantArt and Cruxforums?
 
Monday 26th February

Monday morning, Barb dreaded returning to the giggles and leers and degrading remarks at school. She didn’t realize that High School was much like the tabloid newspapers; a story had a short half-life unless renewed with fresh fuel.

There were a few giggles and still leers, but fewer aggressive actions by the boys she’d slapped down last week. By lunch time, Barbara had begun to relax. She was well on her way back to being a lonely transfer student whom everyone ignored. It was amazing how good that felt.

But at lunch, she was reminded that everything was not back to normal. Barbara walked with her tray over to the table where Betty, Kathy and Robin, her three friends were sitting with one open seat. As she began to sit, Robin said, “Oh, I’m so sorry Barb, we invited the new girl, Heather to eat with us. She seemed lonely. Sorry! Oh, Heather! Over here!”

Barb mumbled something about it being fine, and went off. A few boys with leering looks offered her a seat, but she still had a little too much self-respect for that. Off alone in a corner again, she ate her lunch.

Fine, she’d said. But it wasn’t fine. Those were the only ones who hadn’t shunned her last week. The ones who accepted her at the beginning of the year. The ones who had urged her on the date with the popular John. Now even they wanted nothing to do with her.

And, as Barb thought about it, she couldn’t blame them. After the story of the previous Friday, to see her come into the Mall dressed like a slut, mussed clothes, with skirt and tummy wet with semen, would leave them no doubt that Barb was some kind of tramp. Reputation in High School was fragile. One slip and you were regarded as a loser. To associate with a girl with Barb’s new reputation would be too risky for any girl.

Barb hated those High School peer codes. But she knew anyone who flaunted them could pay a terrible price.
 
Tuesday 27th February

Tuesday night, Barb watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer without her usual enthusiasm. Sarah Michelle Gellar as a spunky, wise-cracking High School girl, always complaining, always defying authority and power, bravely taking on unearthly evil powers, had been a hero to her for years. But now Buffy’s fictional challenges seemed minor compared to Barbara’s real-life nightmare.
 
Wednesday 28th February

Wednesday morning at school went uneventfully as other headlines distracted the gossip grapevine from Barbara’s peccadillos. Fewer giggles and fewer rude advances were replaced by something almost worse, indifference. No one made any effort to engage the lonely girl. Given her torturous thought about the coming Friday night, Barb accepted this.

Wednesday afternoon, a surprising thing happened at school. Barb was leaving by the front walk, when one of the more obnoxious boys, called her name from over on the lawn. When she looked, he gave her an obscene gesture inviting a blowjob. Even as the realization of what he was suggesting sunk in for Barb, she saw him blindsided and slammed to the ground.

It was David! He had offered Barb a ride home since he was going to be near the school. Though usually quiet and gentle, David was quite large and strong. He had used all his size to slam into the rude boy. Barb saw him shove his finger into the guy’s face and whisper something through gritted teeth. The boy nodded yes in fear and David let him go. He looked at Barb and smiled and walked over to her.

“Com’on, sis, let’s go get some mint-chocolate chip ice cream, your favorite,” was all he said.

The rest of the day, neither said a word about it, fitting the restrained style of the family. But at one point, Barb patted his back and they both knew why.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Barb was leaving by the front walk, when one of the more obnoxious boys, called her name from over on the lawn. When she looked, he gave her an obscene gesture inviting a blowjob
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Wow. Hope he doesn’t grow up to be a President, Hollywood mogul, Corporate exec or anything like that! :confused:
 
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