Chapter 3. Never put it in ink

Sarah was dressed in her uniform and ready for the day. Her father was hidden behind his newspaper reading the latest news. Karen, in her pink Chanel robe, was feeding Toby who was fussing still with his aching gums. Karen looked as if she'd just stuck her finger in a light socket, her hair stood on end and she had dark circles from lack of sleep thanks to Mr. Toby's teething. Sarah looked at the wristwatch that her father had recently given her and quietly suggested. "Daddy, isn't it time to go?"

Robert looked from his paper to the wall clock, "Geez! You're right." He folded the paper, discarding it on the table. Standing up he moved to where Karen raised her face, expecting him to kiss her, Robert kissed her without so much as even glancing at her. He then kissed Toby and patted the boy's head. "I'll be late for dinner tonight." He called back remembering as he moved toward the front hall where his briefcase awaited him.

Sarah had followed him out to the hall and was grabbing her books and her jacket. "I will be an hour later than usual as well… we have debate team tryouts after school… and I really want to be on the team this term." She was rushing and really didn't listen to what Karen said next.

Karen, holding Toby in her arms walked to the front door to say her goodbyes. "Call if you are running later than that, Sarah." She said softly. "Robert, I'll have your dinner ready when you get here."

Sarah was already at the car, opening the passenger door when she turned and waved. The drive to the private school her father had insisted on her attending was a quiet one. Robert rarely had anything to say to anyone in the mornings, and Sarah preferred to be alone with her thoughts, or rather her fantasies, these days. This morning, she could not get the face of the handsome young Mr. Henderson out of her mind. Those eyes, that straight nose and that mouth…his tight ass poured into his jeans…. Sarah wondered what being kissed by Hank Henderson would be like. Again her body tingled in response to her thoughts.

Sarah alighted from the car swiftly; "See you tonight, Daddy." She addressed her father as she exited his car. Robert nodded, and then drove off. Sarah looked at the front entry of the school, and wished she could just run off to the park and …

"Hey, Williams!" a feminine voice called to her. "Sarah Williams, wait up!"

Sarah turned to see who it was who was hailing her, and to her surprise it was Meg. "Hi Meg." She greeted the other girl.

Meg Kohler was a beauty. Long wavy auburn hair, big blue-green hazel eyes and a mouth that would make Cupid envious; all in a heart shaped face that was blemish free. She was the same height as Sarah, but unlike Sarah who was still hiding her newly formed curves, Meg exhibited them proudly. Her legs were shapely and she loved showing them off. She had been hauled down to the Headmaster's office more than once for having hiked her skirt up too high. Yet she did it time and again, having all the young swains in the class admiring her legs. She walked with the elegance and grace of a gazelle. She ignored everyone else on the campus and focused on Sarah. "Hang on, I'll walk with ya."

Sarah had never been one of Meg's close friends, and the offer of her companionship set off little alarms. "Sure." She waited for the other girl to reach her.

Meg looked at Sarah with a strange little knowing smile. "I hear you met my big brother." She said as they began to walk toward the school building.

"He was at our house installing my new curtains." Sarah said quietly.

Meg leaned toward her, whispered in a dark excited voice. "He thinks you're hot."

Sarah was surprised by the little gasp that escaped her. "He does?"

"Yeah…" Meg hooked a hand into Sarah's arm. "I think so, too." She winked at the girl who turned to her in mild shock. "We can have such wicked fun!"

"We can?" Sarah blinked feeling she'd lost her innocence somewhere on the path to the school.

Meg giggled; "Sarah, don't look so surprised… I've been watching you for some time now…I've always wanted to get to know you…"

Surprised is exactly what Sarah was. "Really?" she felt the alarms go off again, but for some odd reason, she started to shut them down. "You wanted to get to know me?"

Meg pulled Sarah toward her locker. "Yes, I did…I do…" she looked at the dark haired, green eyed girl. "I think we could be great friends…you're trying out for debate aren't you?" Sarah nodded, and Meg's lips pursed. "Good." Her voice dropped an octave and she said suggestively. "My brother Hank will be coming to pick me up…let us give you a lift home after the meeting."

Sarah gulped quietly. "Sure." Sarah moved down the hall to her own locker and put her jacket in before heading to her first class. Thoughts of Meg and Hank crowded out the thoughts that should have been on her mind. She could not concentrate on math at all. She wondered what Meg's idea of "wicked fun" was, because she was developing her own ideas of what wicked fun was.

"Williams!" Mr. Tanning shouted her name to get her attention, the class laughed at her when she turned and looked at him with a blank stare. "Miss Williams stop daydreaming and pay attention!" Sarah apologized and looked at her open textbook.

Two classes later she was in art, listening to a lecture on the human body. Or at least that's what she was supposed to be doing. She had her sketch book open to a blank page; the pencil in her hand began to move over the empty page. Moments later, the image of a young woman with a very Rubenesque body, hands bound and hanging from some kind of wooden beam appeared. The pose was suggestive, the figure's breasts were raised and the nipples were hardened peaks. The face of the figure was not alarmed, nor was it fearful. Instead the face reflected a certain amount of anticipation and desire. Lips parted, eyes filled with longing, long dark hair cascading down the figure's back. Sarah looked at her page, and moved on.

A second form followed, but this one was decidedly male. He was seated with his back against a rock formation, one knee raised up and his hand was resting on it, lazily. She'd drawn the body before putting a face on it. The body was well-developed, yet it was lean at the same time and in a state of full arousal. Graceful and elegant to look at, it reminded her of someone, but she could not or would not place who. She began working on the face. Her fingers were no longer listening to the orders from her brain; they were working on their own. The face began to resemble Jeremy, just as swiftly the expression on the face changed and in no way resembled the handsome actor who was still so miffed at her. The expression was arrogant and haughty even a bit conceited but most unmistakably, it was overconfident and condescending.

Sarah began to stare at the face; it had started out as Jeremy only because Sarah knew that his face was considered by some to be "perfect". Nevertheless somewhere it ceased being the sweet, gentle, sexy face of Jeremy and took on a life of its own. It was the hair that had changed the face. The hair of the figure was longer than Jeremy's and it was cut in a rakish manner, like a lion's mane. She stared at the face of the figure and felt the tingle begin yet again. In the back of mind she heard a voice calling her name. "Sarah, Sarah.. Sarah." Abruptly she discovered the voice was not in her head but was of the instructor standing next to her.

"Sarah!" he shouted at her; "Confound it girl, pay attention. You've missed the assignment!" He ripped her sketch book out of her hands and began to inspect the drawings she had worked on so quietly. "I take it back," he said studying the work. "You've gone far beyond my instructions… you did all this while I was lecturing?"

Sarah nodded, not knowing what else to do. The entire class was staring at her and the man holding her drawings. "Yes, sir….I was… inspired by your lecture…" she lied smoothly.

The art teacher handed her book back to her and sniffed lightly. "Good work, I wish all your work was so… inspired."

Meg moved to where Sarah was standing, taking the sketch book into her hands she flipped it open and gazed with a wide mouth gape at the naked figures. "Sarah!" she exclaimed titillated by the picture. "You sexy little devil you!"

Sarah took the book back, trying to hush the other girl; "Not so loud, Meg."

Taking no notice of Sarah's protests, the girl with the dark auburn hair hooked her arm into Sarah's. "Let's take our lunch on the lawn, it's a nice day and we won't have many more of these before winter sets in."

Sarah looked at the other girl, "I thought you took lunch with Lana and Terry and that crowd." Something about the attention that Meg was showing her irked her.

"Oh they are old hat, and so closed minded." Meg boasted. "You, on the other hand, are the daughter of a hot swinging actress, and if your art is an indication… more open minded…" Med pulled her toward the door to the school courtyard where other students were taking lunch of the lawns.

Sarah was sitting with her back to one of the old oak trees; she heard something fluttering in the branches above her and looked up. Seeing nothing, she turned her attentions back to Meg who was sinking her perfect teeth into an apple. "What do you mean by more open minded?"

Meg munched on the juicy flesh of the fruit, giving thought to the question. "Well," she began using the apple to give emphasis to her argument. "I think you're not… oh what's the word…provincial!" She gulped down the food in her mouth. "You've been to the big city, seen plays; hung out with actors… so you're not…closed off…"

"I'm not a wild child either." Sarah pointed out quietly.

Meg tapped the sketch book, "But you are observant, and… you're becoming… aware." Meg opened the sketch book and looked at the figure again. "Who is he?"

"No one," Sarah said with a sigh… "It's a composite."

"Sure he is," Meg didn't sound convinced. "Sarah this," she tapped the female figure. "This is you… I recognize the features… and the figure… so who is this?"

"I'm telling you he's no one." Sarah blushed. "I took the body from the art history book and changed a few things... some of the face belongs to my mother's boy friend… the rest is imagination." She tried to close the book.

Meg pulled it out of her reach. "Sarah, would you draw me?" she requested excitedly.

"I suppose I could." Sarah sighed, thinking the girl wanted her to start right that moment.

"No, not here… I want you to draw me in the nude, like this." She tapped fingers with bright red polish on the female figure. "Tied up like a present."

"You're crazy." Sarah whispered. "If we get caught…You want me to draw you nude and in bondage?" Sarah asked, Meg nodded; "I've never drawn with a model…" warned the girl.

"It will be fun!" Meg said in a husky voice, full of excitement.

"Meg." Sarah was finding it hard not to also feel excited. "I don't even have a studio… or a place where we could do this…"

"I know a place." Meg said coolly. "A place where we can go and no one can disturb us." Sarah looked at her with mild interest, Meg continued. "My house… I've got the basement to myself most of the time…my folks never come down…Come on, Sarah," coaxed the other. "I really want you to draw me like that! It's hot and sexy…"

Sarah hemmed and hawed, and gave in. "Okay… but we have to do this when no one is around…"

Meg smiled, "We have a day off next week, for teacher's in-service day… you can come over then and we'll have the whole house to ourselves for hours."

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The rest of the day Sarah tried to keep her mind on school and of Meg and her demands. Something told Sarah this was a very bad idea, and something about Meg seemed a bit off to her. At the end of the day, when she'd put all the books she didn't need in her locker and had gone down to the auditorium, she noticed Meg standing with a crowd of boys about her. They were not the boys Sarah would have preferred to spend time with. They were the boys who were a bit wilder. They were crowding in and closing ranks around the girl with long auburn hair who was giggling and making suggestions. When Meg noticed Sarah, she waved at her and pushed one of the boys aside. She moved swiftly to where Sarah was standing and hooked an arm into hers. "Come on, the tryouts start in five minutes. I really want for both of us to make the team." Meg said encouragingly.

Sarah sat in the auditorium and listened to the students trying out. Some were far better than others. Meg took her turn, and her debate style was far different than the way she had been in the hall. She was serious and well informed, and all business. Sarah was sure the girl was a shoe in. When the teacher who was the sponsor for the team called her name, Sarah thought of backing out. She took her place on the stage listened to the question, and as if something or someone else was pulling the strings on a marionette, she began to speak with eloquence. When she finished the auditorium was silent. For a moment she thought she'd done something wrong. Meg stood up and began to applaud; she was followed by all the others who were trying out for the team. Sarah blushed.

Both girls were pulling on their jackets as they walked to the exit. "They'll post the team results next week." Meg said as they stepped out of the school and into the cold air. She moved closer to Sarah. "Craps! It's freezing out here!" she giggled. Sarah felt the closeness and looked at the other girl a bit startled. Meg saw her brother's truck pull up. "Look, there's Hank… thank god! At least we won't freeze." She pulled Sarah along to the truck, opening the door she smiled at her brother. "Hank, can we give Sarah a ride home?"

Hank smiled at Sarah, "Sure, I'd be happy to give Sarah a ride."

The dark haired girl wondered if he had any idea of how suggestive that sounded. Meg didn't give her time to think or to even back out, but shoved Sarah into the panel truck and jumped in after her. Sarah settled on a seat behind the driver, and Meg joined her on the seat with a smile. She chatted to Sarah about the tryouts the entire way home. As she exited the truck she was not sure, but she thought that Hank winked at her.

Karen was standing in the door, staring at the strange truck and at Sarah as she meandered up the walk. "Was that the Henderson truck?" Karen asked.

Sarah nodded, "Meg asked her brother to give me a ride home. We both tried out for the debate team… I'm sure Meg's gonna make it, she's great."

Karen seemed concerned but let it go; as the truck pulled away she closed the door and watched Sarah go up the stairs to her room.

In her room, Sarah flung herself down on her bed and let her limbs dangle off the edges at a bizarre angle. She groaned thinking of the day, then pulled her sketch book to her and opened it up. She looked at the naked man, 'Who are you?' she asked herself. 'And why can't I get you off my mind?' She felt she should remember, but something dark and foreboding was blocking her memory.

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Every day for the following week Meg was Sarah's shadow, joining her the moment the girl showed up at school and even calling her in the evening to discuss some issue. When the posting for the debate team went up, Sarah was not surprised to find Meg's name on the list. She was mildly surprised that she too had made the team. Meg said they had to celebrate, and would do so when Sarah came to spend the day.

Sarah had been putting off talking to Karen about the arrangement; however she could put it off no longer the evening before. She sat down at the kitchen table and looked at her stepmother preparing dinner. "Karen, I don't have school tomorrow…"

"In-service, right?" Karen stirred the soup in the big stock pot.

Nodding Sarah continued. "Meg's invited me to come to her house and work on an art project." It was the truth, even if it was a stretch of it. "Will that be okay?"

Karen looked over at the girl, "Who will be there?"

"Just Meg and I," she wanted to keep to the truth, and so far she could.

Hearing it was just the two teen girls, Karen relaxed. "I don't see any reason why not…"

Sarah harbored a wish that the woman had denied her request, and was a little disappointed that she'd given her permission. "You sure you don't need me to help with Toby?"

"No," Karen went back to stirring. "We'll be fine, go have a good time."

So the next morning instead of school, Robert dropped his daughter off at the Henderson house. Sarah stood at the front door feeling a bit like a fish out of water. When Meg answered the door she was excited to see her friend. Meg led Sarah down to the basement of the large old house. "We can work down here." She said as they moved past what looked like a conversation pit where Sarah was sure Meg watched TV and listened to her stereo. Meg was moving towards the far end of the basement.

"No one else is home, right?" Sarah asked feeling unsure and worried.

"No, just you and me," said with a wicked smile.

Sarah wondered if she should just tell the girl to forget it.

Meg seemed to read the others' thoughts. "Sarah," She began to pull off her sweatshirt to reveal she had no bra on underneath. Her breasts bounced invitingly as she revealed them. "I'll show you mine… will you show me yours?"

Sarah looked at Meg, "What are you doing?"

Meg giggled madly. "Oh, come on!" she pulled Sarah toward the back of the basement. They passed though a archway that was the opening to a partitioned portion of the room. Here was a very well equipped home gym area. Exercise machines and weights were all in good order and looked well used. Sarah knew this was where Hank worked out. "You can tie me up here, and draw me… then I'll do the same for you someday."

Sarah shook her head as she watched Meg discard the rest of her garments. "Meg, I think this is a bad idea." Seeing Hank's exercise equipment made Sarah nervous. What if the handsome young man happened in on them? What the hell would he think?

"Don't be such a baby… now here, put these on me." The auburn haired young beauty handed a pair of leather fur lined cuffs to Sarah. "Not too tight, don't want marks." She instructed, watching as Sarah strapped on the cuffs. "See that hook up there? Okay, hook this loop into it." Meg was dangling suggestive from the rafter beam. "Oh yeah;" She said arching and getting into the mood. "Now I know how the Sabine women felt, Gods this is glorious! Draw me."

Sarah pulled the sketch book out, took a seat and began to depict the image of the girl dangling. "Where did the cuffs come from?" She asked as she worked.

Meg looked at Sarah wickedly, "My brother."

Frowning, Sarah continued to sketch the girl. "They belong to Hank?" Meg giggled. "How did you know about them?"

Meg locked eyes with Sarah. "Hank showed them to me…" her voice had gone husky. "After I caught him and his girlfriend…playing bondage games."

Swallowing her disappointment and the fear that was creeping up on her, Sarah finished the sketch. She unhooked Meg and after she'd removed the cuffs handed her the sketched page. Meg looked at it and moaned. "It's gorgeous!" Meg hugged her, and the girl stiffened. "Oh don't worry Sarah, I'm not coming on to you." She teased. "At least, not yet."

"Meg," the dark haired teen exclaimed. "You make me very nervous."

"I'm harmless." Meg confessed pulling a robe on. "I'm all show, no go…." She looked at the drawing. "But I do have a taste for kinky art." She smiled at Sarah. "Rest easy, Sarah. I don't want to rape you." Even though she was saying all the right things there was the same dark hunger in her eyes that had been in Hanks'. She led Sarah back to the conversation pit, sat down on the couch and looked at the picture closer. "I love your style; the lines are so… fine and defined… do I really look like this?" Meg patted the cushion next to the one she was seated on, invitingly.

"Yes." Sarah sat down.

Meg sighed, "You made me look… beautiful."

Surprised Sarah looked at the other girl. "You are beautiful…I would think you'd know that by the reactions you get from all the boys."

"They don't want beauty," Meg said factually. "They want sex."

"We all want sex." Sarah began to relax. "Don't we?"

"Some more than others," Meg nodded. "Take my brother… he's got a girlfriend who is only too willing to spread anytime he wants to hump her… and what's he doing…sniffing around a fifteen year old virgin." She pointed at Sarah.

"Oh, he's not interested in me." Sarah denied the statement uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was headed in.

"Really?" Meg leaned toward her; "Then, tell me why he was asking all kinds of questions about you after we dropped you off?" Sarah opened her mouth but no words come out. "You make his pecker harder than his girlfriend…" Meg winked.

"I do not!" Sarah giggled at the thought, and wondered if it could possibly be true. Being able to get a gorgeous guy like Hank hot would be great if it were true.

"Sure you do," Meg sighed, "I really like you." She leaned her head on the back of the couch. "Everyone else at school treats me like… I don't know… Like I'm some kind of freak, but you... you treat me like I'm just a girl."

Reflective, Sarah answered. "They treat me like a freak too… all because my mother is an actress and I get to meet actors and hang with famous people… but that's not who I am… I mean its part of me…."

Meg reached out a hand. "I know." Clutching the other girl's hand she sighed again. "And both of us are a bit more… developed than the rest of our classmates." She squeezed Sarah's hand. "I wonder if they'll ever catch up."

"You seemed so much more comfortable with the changes." Sarah commented. "I mean look at how you dress… me… I'm in baggy shirts the moment I'm out of uniform." She looked down at the loose-fitting voluminous shapeless shirt she had on at the moment. The only good thing Sarah could say for it was she liked the color.

"Hiding?" Meg looked at her new confidant. "What good does that do?" She picked up the sketch Sarah had made. "You're pretty aware. And that guy you drew… honey, what I could do to a guy like that! Oh and what I'd love for him to do to me."

Sarah laughed at the witticism. "Meg!"

"Seriously Sarah," Meg said looking at her friend's attire. "What are you hiding for? You got a cute shape on you… I've seen you undressed in the girls' locker, you know. You've got all the right stuff in all the right places."

Looking down, suddenly shy the girl asked, "Meg, do you… fantasize?"

"About sex?" Meg watched the other; "Only all the time, why?"

"I… just started to…" Sarah admitted.

Meg knelt up on the couch and held out her pinky finger to Sarah; "Our secret."

Sarah linked fingers with Meg; "Our secret."

Meg pulled her off the couch, "I say we go upstairs and play dress up…"

"Dress up?" there was a squeal in Sarah's voice.

"Yeah, let's see how sexy we can make you look without having you bolt;" Teased the red haired girl forgetting all about the sketch on the couch.

A few moments later Hank entered the basement from the door near the laundry area. He moved toward the conversation pit, looking for the folder he'd left there the night before. He spotted the sketch that Meg had left on the couch. Picking it up he studied it, a smirk came to his lips. He looked at the signature and the smirk widened. He placed the sketch back where he'd found it, and retrieved his folder. He wished he didn't have to get back to the job; he'd have loved to surprise the two teenaged girls upstairs. He made himself a silent promise to invite himself to one of the sketching sessions… maybe tie both girls up… hang them both from the beam and tickle both their fancies….

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Meg was standing over Sarah's shoulder watching her sketch and giving pointers when the instructor called Sarah's name. "Miss Williams… they are asking for you in the office."

Sarah and Meg exchanged glances and each shrugged. "I'll see you later." Meg promised.

Sarah went to the office, and was surprised to find her father and Karen sitting in the office of the headmaster along with a man who looked at her as if she were a viper. "You wanted to see me, sir?" she addressed the headmaster with respect.

"Yes, Williams…" He motioned the girl to sit. "Is this your's?" He handed her the sketch of Meg.

"No… I mean yes… I mean…I drew it but no, it's not mine." She handed it back. "It belongs to Meg Kohler."

"You drew this?" The headmaster looked like he was about to explode.

"I told you!" the unidentified man blustered. "She's a pariah! Feeding off others! Leading a good girl down the road to rack and ruin! She's just like that whore mother of hers!"

Sarah looked at him. "It's just a drawing…We're learning about the human form in art class…"

The man snarled as he turned on her, "I'd say it's a damned sight more! I doubt they are teaching bondage in art class! How dare you talk my daughter into being tied up for your entertainment you little tramp?"

"Mr. Henderson?" Sarah asked and found herself being shushed by both Robert and Karen. Sarah blinked and pulled back, not willing to tell the man that his daughter had insisted on being cuffed and hung from a beam. Or that the cuffs belonged to his sexy son. Sarah had never been verbally attacked by a parent before, and she was sure she didn't want to tell this man anything.

Robert stood up, quietly and placed himself between the man who was threatening his daughter and the girl. "Henderson, sit down," he said calmly.

Dr. Madison, the headmaster clasped his hands together. "We have a situation that must be addressed." The girl looked at him quizzically. "We can not let this go, so I suggest we bring in an expert to talk to the girl... And to her parents… and to the other student involved, council them and give advice on how to get Sarah though this… I'd prefer not to have to expel her."

"Expel me? For drawing a picture?" Sarah stood up. "Are you all crazy?" Robert put pressure on her shoulder and forced her to be seated again. Sarah looked up at him. "I haven't done anything wrong…" She whined. "It's not fair!"

Dr. Madison continued as if he'd not been interrupted. "I've contacted an excellent expert in this field… and he's agreed to evaluate the situation…. and give recommendations. He'll be here tomorrow… until then, I think Sarah should go home with you… and when she returns for the evaluation tomorrow I want her isolated from the rest of the student body, until further notice."

"I'll tell you what I think," Sarah stood up; "You're all nuts!" She looked a Henderson who was looking at her as if she were the serpent in the Garden of Eden. "I didn't do anything but draw a picture!"

Robert stood up, keeping a distance between Sarah and the man glaring at her with daggers in his eyes. "Just who is this expert we're to be meeting with?"

Folding his hands on his desk the Headmaster of Harper Academy sighed, "Dr. Mayfaire, you may have heard of him." He regarded the girl with caution. "The Doctor will see you at nine, please be prompt. He says he wishes to speak to the parents first, and then the girl. My secretary will direct you to the office he'll be using."

Sarah walked the empty halls of the school to her locker, leaving a note for Meg. She then joined her parents for the long, silent ride home.

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Meg leaned on the sill of the window, looking out at the leafless trees, admiring the view and making plans for some fun with Sarah. She looked down in time to see Sarah being led out of the building by a man and a woman. Meg blinked and wondered what the hell had happened, why would Sarah's parents be called to the school… She heard an owl whoot from tree nearest the class room, looked over and saw a large barn owl staring back at her. She pulled back from the window, unnerved by the glare in the feral eyes. Turning she saw her stepfather enter the class room. The man moved to her and pulled her into one of his overly emotional and overly protective embraces.

"Meg, dearest," he said in what he felt would be a supportive sounding voice. "Don't you worry… I'm make sure that Williams girl never hurts you again."

Meg frowned; glad he could not see her face as he tired to ply his comfort. 'Oh shit!' she thought to herself; 'the old bastard must have found my picture.'

"Don't you worry about a thing," He continued. "Daddy will make everything right."