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CHAPTER 42 -
"Lemonade"
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As we are still in a bit of a crisis, I did want to point out that alone in Tarrant county we have about 2.054 million people here. If you take that with the number of people who have the virus as of today, 57.
Always interested in math (like Dev) I decided to see what the ratio was and it is 0.000027750730282 or 0.0027750730282% number of people are infected, and yes that's a fair bit less than 1%.
Now these numbers can change. I know it seems grim now but never forget the odds. Less than 1% by a good chalk currently. There was also talk of a cure, perhaps it's true:
As with any crisis though, if we stick together, keep our heads on a swivel, stay clean (soap and water), and ration our supplies when necessary - I think we're going to pull through this just fine.
And now back to our regularly scheduled chapter ...
Mom didn't run into any more problems. Indeed it seemed like the rest of our fair city of Wanabee was not even remotely interested in the work these people had set up on a city block. They just took alternative routes like they would for any construction taking place.
As for me though I knew they were going to try and get in that car of mine, the Excalibria And if they did and if EVE squealed, if I could use that word, they would definitely find that I was linked to that car in some way.
And perhaps this was Darceon's way to punish me, for not thinking in a selfish mode like he wanted me to. He said that I wouldn't need to worry about belittling others, just myself.
Hopefully with Scant out of the way, I was understanding he was still being held by the police for questioning, that I could actually have a nice and normal day at school. Well, "fairly" normal with Tyr to tease me at lunchtime.
But that's fine, I was ready for it, glad to see her pretty face, leering or gloating or otherwise.
Mom had indeed arrived to school. I had everything I needed. In addition to a backpack I used a belt to carry my books. A little old-fashioned but I clearly carried more schoolbooks than most being an advanced and vid learner of education and the classes taught there.
No-one even pointed at me on entering the front double doors as they usually did.
Unknown to me though agent Kyles or Janet Kyles was already trying to blend in with the other students amongst the lockers. Unknown to everyone else she was also covertly talking into her make-up compact which in secret was a 2-way radio.
A tinny voice could only be heard by her, "Keep an eye out for Dev Borne. He somehow eluded us back at base. He should be arriving pretty soon."
She turned to look to see me quietly talking to my friend, Marty.
"I see him !" she said. Then a moment later, "He sees me ! He's starting to walk past."
"Get his attention. Do something !" the voice on her compact insisted.
"Hey." she said quietly and coyly with a big smile on her face. There was no response. I had my head in a book reading about quadratic equations. "Hey you, cutie face !" she said louder. Still no response from me.
The tinny voice spoke sensing urgency, "Don't let him get away !"
"D****t." she said to herself. She clicked her compact closed and then thinking on what she knew of teenage boys she leaned over and tripped over her own feet.
"Oh, I fell over !" she said, sprawled with her butt in the air, her legs hanging loosely to the side, one shoe fallen off on the floor, and her solid white panties in plain sight. Everyone else in the hall stopped what they were doing to silently look at the strange spectacle.
Other teenage boys had a lecherous grin on their face and murmured amongst themselves eagerly. But not me. I took one look at her in that terribly humiliating position, her pink panties exposed to everyone and shook my head.
I looked for a long time. Finally I offered quietly, "That looks painful." and didn't even bother to help her at all quickly going back to reading my book and getting on to class before the bell sounded.
She grimaced and started to stand herself as a fleet of teenage boys with wide grins eagerly rushed to help her back up again so long as they could cop a feel. She gave them a disparaging look, hissing at them, and they all left in a hurry murmuring "old maid" to themselves.
"Status ?" her compact spoke as she smoothed down her skirt again.
She sighed and replied, "He went right by me."
"Did you ... ?" the voice began but she interrupted it.
"Yes, I did just THAT - it sure got every other boy's attention though. Wow, maybe he's gay or something ?"
The compact's speaker raised in volume slightly, "Whatever it is you see to it that you're his friend the end of the day. Track everywhere he goes, when and where. Who he talks to. Make that your mission !"
"Roger, over and out." she clicked it closed and pulling a notepad from her skirt, she carefully wrote down the number of the class I entered. The bell rang. She tapped the pen on her teeth for a second and then dashed off into the girls' restroom not wanting to be seen in the halls by others.
As for me my brain finally snapped to and I realized what I saw earlier was pretty funny about that girl toppled over. My god her panties were in plain sight ! I chuckled slightly to myself which immediately got the attention of our teacher, Ms. Arables, or, as you remember, we just called her The Marble.
"Something amusing, Dev Borne ?" she said using my full name in growing anger for disrupting her class.
I thought quickly, "Err ... no- ma'am. I was just ... I thought it was amusing that this equation here uses only 3-points of a sector to create a 4-sectored parallelogram."
She tilted her head back for a second to think about it, and laughed herself. Then she came over to pat me approvingly on my back, "Very good, Dev. Yes, it is amusing if you think at it from a mathematical perspective. I think this would be a good starting point."
Then she addressed the room loudly, "Class ! Turn to page 187 in your textbook. We are going to do something a bit more advanced than our usual lesson and explore incomplete equations that still can create full polynomial points - for fun !"
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I grinned from ear to ear excited at the premise whereas everyone else in the class looked clearly like they wanted to do something nasty to me, either here in class or later in the bathroom where no teacher could see it. I shuddered.
Nonetheless I bit back my some of my enthusiasm and faced forward to pay attention to the rest of the class she was teaching.
The class was indeed exciting and interesting. I sometimes wondered if I could marry Ms. Arable. Clearly no-one would ever say it was for her beauty as she was about as plain a woman as there ever was. Some might even say she was attractive as a truck stop.
But no, I would marry Ms. Arables for her intellect ! Imagined the wonderful times we could have together every day working on the mysteries of the mathematical universe ! And solving them !
Finally the bell rang. Ms. Arables gave us all some homework. I was the last to leave as I wanted to ask her more about the non-standard concept of polynomials. I knew I still had a good 5-minutes to make it to the next class and then I left.
Once again unknown to me, Janet was outside the door on the opposite side of the hallway writing down figures. Times I had classes. What room numbers those were in. Whom I spoke with in the hall, everything.
She continued to do this and stalk me for all my classes until lunch. And I was painfully beginning to realize Tyr was nowhere in sight. I asked some of her friends between classes and no-one had seen her.
I puzzled over this. Had some lunch. Felt a pinch between my legs and entered the nearest boys bathroom all the while still being covertly tailed by Janet who had already written down the word TYR in her notepad and underlined it with a question mark. She stayed a locker away waiting for me to exit again.
I went straight to one of the toilets and sat down facing the wall as my Mom had taught me was the proper way to do it years ago. I had the stall door closed and heard what sounded like some older teenage kids come in from the front door.
What I didn't like is they were at first noisy, joking amongst themselves. Then they were whispering quietly with laughter and hushed sounds.
But I had to pee ! I couldn't hold it any more. So I did and it was easy to hear by the others that there wasn't much water in the toilet before I started. After a few minutes of filling the bowl, I grunted a little, finally feeling like I was finished. Then I turned around a bit on the seat and strained to look through the cracks of the door but couldn't see who it was.
I knew it wouldn't be Scant because he was still detained by the police. I sighed got up to dry myself as I had trickled a little down my legs when the door burst open and the lock went flying.
Whirling around I looked to see it was Buford and his motley crew from that house party earlier !
"Well well well." he started. "Dev. I suppose you thought it was real funny in class to suggest the teacher work us on an advanced course we hadn't even started yet !"
I stood and apologized, "Hey, I'm sorry for that. But you know me and the teacher we just get - along - like ..." my voice trailed off. I realized right then my underwear, tighty whities were down near my feet and I was facing him - nude ...
His eyes grew wide with surprise and then they all started to laugh loudly and mean. "Haw haw ! My god ! It looks like a little acorn ! Have you ever seen such a small peter ?"
The others laughed too, "Maybe he's actually a girl with just a little band-aid down there ?"
Buford easily came in the stall now laughing and absolutely pleased with himself. With a big smile on his face he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face the toilet again. I started struggling with getting my pants back up even though my underwear was still down, my brain clearly not working in this moment of panic and confusion.
Suddenly I was on my knees face to face with the toilet. Buford spoke, "Lemonade, your favorite !" then pushed on the back of my neck with two fingers to easily push my head in the nasty toilet bowl !
He continued to press with his fingers as the pee quickly filled up around my face and ears and some even managed to get in my mouth.
Everyone was quiet now, but I couldn't stand the taste ! There was nothing else I could do. I jerked my head up out of the brine to swallow queasily making a horrible and wet gulping sound that was easily heard by the others. There was thunderous applause and laughter to this as Buford patted me on my back approvingly.
"Thattaboy." he said as I watched the awful liquid drip from all the sides of my hair and face.
"Yeah, drink it." someone else offered as the others howled in amusement eager for me to do so again. Buford, apparently thinking that was a grand idea, pushed another time on the back of my neck with those 2-fingers, getting ready to submerge me in my own pee again.
Everyone then got quiet and listening, clearly expecting me to do just exactly as I was told.
But I wasn't going to do that ! I had enough. More than enough ! I groaned miserably and spoke, "You can't make me !" and tried to pull free. But then Buford shifted from an easy press of 2-fingers to his whole muscular hand. I realized I couldn't get free of this, not from his iron-like grip anyways.
I stopped moving for a second trying to figure a way out of this when he suddenly turned to sit his fat butt right on top of the back of my head facing the others. My whole body lunged closer down to the toilet and my head plunged back into the brine.
"Flush his head !" someone else offered. That was met with much louder approval.
"Yeah, alright." Buford said, agreeing, and with one arm he grabbed the cheek of my bare bottom to push on it shoving me deeper inside and the other to pull down on the handle.
I sputtered and glubbled feeling my hair and face be sucked right down till I was staring at the opening in the center that had caked brown stains around it when the toilet made a disgusting gurgling sound, spraying cold water all around me.
I tried to raise up again but he leaned his weight even more on my head until I was perfectly pushed down to the bottom where I couldn't even turn my head now and my nose was jammed all the way down the nasty hole. Fortunately when the water returned, it was shallow, only covering my nose where I could still breathe raggedly out of my mouth.
"Did the little s**t go down the toilet yet or I do I need to flush again ?" He asked to the others.
The others laughed and started chanting, "Flush, flush, flush !" I realized what I needed to do. I had done it before. I turned my head slightly to breathe better. Took a deep breath and then shook violently for a second, growing completely limp, holding my breath.
Apparently Buford felt it because guiltily he got straight off of my head to look down at me. I was dead to the world.
After a few seconds of this panic, "Dude, you killed him !" someone said in fear.
"Shaddup !" he retorted shaking a fist at them. I continued to play dead.
"Let's get the hell outta here !" someone yelled and apparently that was what they wanted.
I heard them all leave in a great hurry, the door squeaking on a hinge as they left.
I sighed. Pulled my head out of the toilet and went to the mirror to look. My nice mousy brown hair seemed a little lighter in color now. I wondered if the chemical reaction from my own urine had done something bad to it. I certainly couldn't be smelling very good right now.
I reached in my backpack. I carried just about a little bit of everything in here. At one point I would get the sniffles in Rayback's class cause he ran the AC in there all the time, so I carried some cough drops to keep my nose clear.
I also pulled out a towel I always kept there for such occasions. Then I looked at myself in the mirror.
"You got yourself flushed in a toilet again." I told myself quietly. I knew it was really more than that today, but It was not something I wanted to think about. But it WAS something I wanted to find a solution too. It had happened so many times. Wasn't there a way I could prevent against it ?
I tore open the package of, "Corridor's Cough Drops." Unwrapped one of them and put it in my mouth to roll it all around. The horrid flavor of 'lemonade' quickly vanished.
I sighed and gave more thought about how to avoid a future confrontation like this as I used the towel to dry my ears, neck and as well as I could my shirt.
My shirt had a nasty yellow stain down the middle however so I couldn't wear that. Hearing the bell ring I realized no student would dare be in the halls now. I carefully stripped off all my wet clothes till I was naked.
Then I reached in my backpack to put on a clean shirt,underwear, and shorts I had for gym class when one of the bathroom stall doors exploded open.
"I've got you now you little weasel !" Buford bellowed, apparently hiding in one of the other stalls. But then he saw me perfectly naked without a stitch of clothing and his eyes grew wide and I realized right then he was going to do something considerably worse than what I just went through.
END OF CHAPTER 42
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