> 1 You answer the questions as best you can. Of the twenty-five, you're pretty sure you've answered at least twenty right which ought to put you in the top five or ten percent of the class.
As you hand your paper in to Miss Harris, you catch a sneaky glimpse of her breasts as she bends forward and then spend the whole time while you're walking home fantasising about sucking on them.
...press a key...
That night you spend some time writing in your diary about the events of the day. While this is meant to be a diary about your life and thoughts, it generally revolves around Miss Harris and the tantalising glimpses you have managed to get of her breasts. Something about them - the size of them, the shape, the firmness - holds an endless fascination for you and until you get to see them in all their revealed glory, you doubt anything else will matter to you.
You wonder what to put in your diary today.
(1) Write down what really happened.
(2) Write down some fanciful version of events which involves you, Miss Harris, a tin of whipped cream and lots of licking.

> 1 You scribble down the events of the day. Afterwards you read them back and note that, while boring in the extreme, at least they're true. At least they really happened. When (not if) you manage to well and truly fuck Miss Harris, it'll be nice to look back on these diary entries from back in the day when you were still hoping for a mere glimpse of her breasts.
...press a key...
When you arrive at school the next day, it's to the horror of discovering that Miss Harris is off ill! That means an entire day when you won't have the opportunity to gawp at her perfect breasts and shapely legs and indulge in sordid fantasies concerning her pert behind. Sigh!
Partway through the morning, during an English class with a stand-in teacher (who's old (30+), wrinkled and wears a bulky jumper that makes her look like a beached whale), you wonder at the possibility of bunking off school for the rest of the day and dropping by Miss Harris's house with a get well present. It's probably a bit doubtful that she'll invite you inside and offer to fuck your brains out just because you bring her a present, but it'll still be nice to see her. And with not being very well, she might not have bothered putting many clothes on.
(1) Bunk off school and take Miss Harris a get well present.
(2) Stay at school and do your lessons.

> 1 It's easy getting out of school. You just wait till breaktime, then sneak off around the back of the school. Bypassing the crowd of boys and girls snogging and the like, you make your way to the path running alongside the school… and you're free.
On the way to Miss Harris's house (you know where she lives because you followed her home one day), you stop by a shop and buy her some chocolates. You were thinking of getting flowers but the prices are through the roof. Chocolates at least are more affordable.
Soon you arrive outside her quaint house on a quiet street on the edge of town. Her car is parked outside. As you stand there with the chocolates in hand, you have a moment's worry that you might be making a big mistake here. After all, Miss Harris is a teacher and while she's likely to appreciate the gesture of you bringing her a gift, she's also not going to be very happy that you snuck out of school to bring it to her.
(1) March up to the front door and give her the chocolates anyway.
(2) Leave the chocolates on the front doorstep, ring the bell then run off.
(3) Go back to school.
(4) Go home.

> 1 Knowing you haven't come all this way to back down now, you muster your courage, march to the front door and ring the bell. Your nerve almost breaks as you wait for the door to be opened but you stay there. (Right now you're so excited at the idea that she might answer the door stark naked that you probably couldn't run away even if you wanted to.)
Then the door opens. Miss Harris isn't naked (part of you accepts that it was a bit of a long shot expecting her to answer the door in her birthday suit) but she is wearing a nightie that is more revealing than anything you have ever seen her wear at school. She looks her usual gorgeous self. Even with a terrible cold and no makeup, she's easily a match for those models who parade around in nothing in the magazines you once found under your brother's bed.
"Oh, it's-" and she says your name. "What are you doing here?"
You hold the gift out. "I bought you some chocolates, Miss Harris, as a get well present."
"In your dinner hour? That's thoughtful of you."
Dinner hour? You check your watch and see that in the time it took you to sneak out of school, buy the chocolates and get across town that it is now your dinner hour.
"Oh, it's nothing," you say. "No problem at all. Quite alright. I was glad to help. I-"
You stop before you start rambling even worse.
An awkward silence ensues. Is this the bit where Miss Harris invites you inside for a shared bath? Should you make a comment about her beautiful breasts and ask if you can caress them? Maybe you should-
Too late!
"Well, it's a nice gesture for certain," says Miss Harris, "and thank you for coming all this way to bring them to me. But you really ought to be getting back to school."
She closes the door.
Part of you wants to shout out in frustration - you felt you were so close there - but another part of you just remembers the gratitude in Miss Harris' eyes and the fact that she appreciated what you did. Something your brother once told you about 'working slowly on women to get to the goodies' springs to mind. You did good today.
With a spring in your step, you head back to school. Even the inevitable bollocking you're bound to receive for sneaking out this morning doesn't bother you compared to the progress you have made today.
...press a key...
A week later, Miss Harris (now mercifully recovered from her bout of sickness and looking even more radiant than ever) announces that the class is to go on a school trip. Normally you view school trips as about as exciting as a trip to a sewage works but the idea of a day wandering around the countryside with Miss Harris (hopefully in something both tight and revealing) grabs your interest. You head home that evening, beg your parents to fork out the measly amount of money for the trip, and go to bed that night filled with dreams where you happen across Miss Harris lost on a deserted country path and in return for guiding her back to the rest of the group, she agrees to lick your pussy.
The day of the school trip, as luck would have it, is wet and miserable so Miss Harris is dressed sensibly and without a hint of flesh on sight aside from her face and hands (although a very nice face and hands they are). Following a short speech, the lot of you pile on a coach hired by the school and the trip begins. You end up sitting near the back next to a short girl called Roberta. You can hardly even see Miss Harris from where you're sitting.
(1) Try and swap seats so you can get a better look at Miss Harris.
(2) Stay where you are.

> 1 You manage to get Ian Roberts to swap seats with you on the promise that you'll let him 'have a feel' later on. Then you spend the rest of the coach journey watching Miss Harris' breasts bounce up and down with the motions of the coach. You regret that the road isn't bumpier but satisfy yourself with having got a damn good eyeful of her.
...press a key...
The school trip involves a hike through a wooded area and then a picnic in a glen. Miss Harris splits the class into four groups (you manage to get yourself picked so you're in the group she's leading) and then the four groups head off. It's quite a pleasant day for walking, if a bit on the wet side. You keep hoping the sun will come out so Miss Harris will have an excuse to take off a layer or two of clothing but it's clearly not in a co-operative mood today as it stays hidden firmly behind the clouds.
The group comprises six people: you, Miss Harris, Roberta from the coach, Tom, Dwayne and Steve. As you walk, you keep a careful eye on Miss Harris' buttocks in her tight jeans and wonder if there is any way you can split the group up so as to leave the two of you alone.
(1) Pretend to be ill and hope she'll escort you back to the coach.
(2) Collapse. She might give you the kiss of life.
(3) Push one of the others over. Maybe they'll get sent back to the coach to recover and leave you and Miss Harris out here.
(4) Claim you saw something in the woods and then rush off in pursuit.

> 4 "Look! A wolf!" you cry, pointing off into the woods. Before anyone else can even turn to look, you go rushing off in pursuit.
You run along several paths and then duck down behind a tree. You're hoping that Miss Harris will come along, get lost, and you'll have to lead her back to civilisation - in return for a few good shags, of course. But it's Roberta who stumbles across you and before you can shut her up, she gives a shout and the others come rushing over.
Miss Harris seems very disappointed in you for running off like that and she seems even more disappointed when you try to claim it was a wolf you were chasing.
"A wolf? You could have been killed!"
Rather than being impressed by your bravery, she seems more dismayed by your stupidity.
The picnic proves to be a bit of a washout. Miss Harris sits with her back to you with a group of other teachers and though it's a nice back, it's covered by her raincoat and so you don't get to see much. After several failed attempts to find a better place to sit, including standing in a puddle up to your knee, you slink back to your place and wonder if you might not be better to just write off the school trip as a waste of time.
(1) Decide it's a waste of time and move on.
(2) Try to get a better look at Miss Harris.

> 2 It takes the best part of the trip but you manage to get a good look at Miss Harris' shapely legs. This takes some real effort and a serious amount of nudging other people out of the way, but in the end, just as the trip is drawing to a close, Miss Harris' skirt rides up a little and you see enough of her legs to give you something worth thinking about tonight.
...press a key...
The next day, your cousin Rachel comes to stay for a week during her parents' turbulent divorce case. You remember her as a kid when she was fat and obnoxious but she seems to have slimmed down somewhat over the years and is actually quite pleasant. She's also pretty. Nothing in the same league as Miss Harris, of course, but you entertain a few fantasies about sharing a bath with her and licking cream from her small breasts. At least, unlike Miss Harris, she'll be close by for the next week and you might even be able to wander into the bathroom while she's taking a shower without her completely freaking out.
Or maybe you should save your energy for Miss Harris. After all, you don't want to concentrate on Rachel and miss out on a golden opportunity for sex with your teacher.
(1) Go for Rachel.
(2) Save yourself for Miss Harris.

> 1 You get chatty with Rachel one Sunday afternoon while your parents and brother are out. She tells you about her parents splitting up which sounds pretty nasty. Her dad has started sleeping with his secretary (who's only a few years older than Rachel while her dad's in his forties) and her mum's threatened to kill him if he ever comes to the house again. Rachel seems to want the two of them to stop fighting and just make up, but she doesn't think it's likely to happen. At one point she starts to cry about it.
(1) Comfort her.
(2) Give her some space.

> 2 You realise that now isn't the best time. Rachel is upset over her parents' splitting up and taking advantage of her now just wouldn't be right. So you back off and give her a little space.
Eventually she wipes her eyes clean, apologises for being such a wuss and says she's going to take a shower. The way she says it leaves you in no doubt that she wants you to follow her. Or are you reading too much into the gesture?
(1) Follow her into the shower.
(2) See if you can sneak in and get an eyeful.
(3) Leave her be.

> 2 You creep into the bathroom. With the shower on full blast, Rachel doesn't hear you and you are able to sneak up really close to her. The shower curtain is pulled most of the way over but by standing on tiptoe and craning your neck, you manage to catch a decent glimpse of her. She's gorgeous and naked. You only get the back view for the most part unfortunately but as she turns around to let the water run over her, you catch sight of her breasts in all their revealed glory. You're quite jealous over how much better they are than your own (if a little smaller), but right now you're so busy gawping at them that you push your jealousy aside and just concentrate on fixing the sight of them in your memory.
Then you withdraw and tiptoe out of the bathroom, letting the door swing shut ever so softly behind you. You're tempted to try and take things further - go back and kiss her or touch her breasts or even slide a hand between her legs - but realise that pushing things any further at this stage could be disastrous.
The image of Rachel's perfect breasts fixed in your mind, you head to your room and masturbate while picturing them.
...press a key...
It's the weekend and you're out shopping. Your bag (a dark one that isn't even slightly see through) contains a yoghurt, a newspaper, some wrapping paper and, right down at the bottom, a copy of Men Only. You joked with the shop assistant that your boyfriend was a pervert and liked you to buy it for him because he was too nervous to buy it himself. She seemed to buy the story. Tonight you're planning to spend a while checking out the seriously busty girl on the cover and see just what she's planning to do with that banana...
It's as you're coming around the corner of Baker Street and Morville Lane that you happen to glance across the road and see none other than Miss Harris coming out of a house on the other side of the road. You wonder what she was doing there. It's not her own house.
(1) Follow her.
(2) Check out the house she came out of.
(3) Go home.

> 2 The house looks to be fairly ordinary and it's not until you get around the back and peek through the window that you notice the posters on the walls. Porn stars posters! You look around further, noticing a table with some vibrators on top, a cabinet full of what appear to be porn magazines and-
And an angry and irate man staring at you through the window! You give a quick cry and then run for it! You hear a shout from inside the house and can hear the man moving, perhaps coming after you, but by this time you're back around the front of the house and running down the street. The man might come to the front door but he doesn't manage to catch you.
A little shaken by all this, you head home.
...press a key...
One day the following week, you're in the school playground minding your own business, when a fight breaks out. A couple of girls are rolling around on the ground, punching and slapping and clawing at each other like a pair of animals. It's all quite violent and silly.
When the fight is broken up, you notice it is Miss Harris who leads away one of the girls, the one with a bleeding nose, and when you see the girl, Charlotte, later on that day her nose has been patched up and she's positively glowing. An idea starts to form in your mind.
(1) Start a fight. Maybe Miss Harris will patch you up as well. (And something more besides…)
(2) Talk to Charlotte.
(3) Do nothing.

> 1 You size up a few likely candidates.
(1) Christy. She's a small kid and shouldn't put up much of a fight.
(2) Marianne. She's big and feisty.
(3) Jodie. She's the sexiest girl in your class and if you weren't infatuated with Miss Harris, you'd be trying to get Jodie into bed.

> 2 Marianne's six inches taller than you and so heavily built that she could probably be a weight lifter if she wanted to be. She's harder than most of the boys in the school and not afraid to show it. When you shove into her and knock her cigarette out of her hand, she responds with a smack across the face that bloodies your nose, splits your lip and sends you crashing into some bushes. Just as well that Mr Halloran, the geography teacher, shows up then and pulls her off (with some effort) or she'd probably have pounded you into a bloody pulp.
Ten minutes later, you're sitting in a small room that serves partly as a storage closet and partly as the school's first aid room having your nose seen to by Emily, the school nurse. While she's no Miss Harris (who, it turns out, is off today (of all the lousy luck!)), she's certainly pretty and the uniform she's wearing is tight and clings to her figure. She's a bit old for you - twenty-nine - but just having her dab the blood streaming from your nose and your swollen lip makes you feel so much better. Not to mention the fact that you once heard a rumour she was a lesbian.
(1) Kiss her.
(2) Point to your vagina and say you've got a pain there.
(3) Just let her finish.

> 2 You touch yourself lightly between the legs. "She kicked me… here. It hurts real bad."
For a second Emily looks at you touching yourself, then she looks at your face. Then, quite unexpectedly, she starts unbuttoning her uniform. Before you can stop to wonder at just how well things seem to be going, Emily pushes you back onto the bed she keeps for students who need a lie down and pulls open her uniform. Her breasts spill out of the flimsy bra she's wearing and she squeezes them.
"Now," she says, "tell me where she kicked you."
You touch yourself.
"My," she says. "That's going to require a lot of tender care and attention."
She lifts up your skirt and pulls down your knickers. A second later, her index finger slides into your vagina.
"Feel better yet?" she asks.
You just give a groan. Words are a bit beyond you at the moment.
Emily's finger moves in and out of your vagina and the sensations building down there, so much more intense than when you masturbate, grow and grow. You clutch at your breasts, pinching and squeezing the nipples. As Emily fingers probes in and out, you imagine she's really Miss Harris and she's taking her clothes off and she's playing with herself and she's-
And then you come! It's exhilarating!
Afterwards, you're so weak it feels like you've ran a marathon. But so thrilled as well. Emily holds you in her arms and the two of you kiss for a while. It's not as nice as before, due to the bloody lip you still have, but it's certainly nice in itself.
"Of course," says Emily later on, "we can't tell anyone about this."
You were hoping she was going to say that because you don't want Miss Harris to think you're unavailable. You also don't want her to think that you're the sort of girl who fucks the first thing she sees.
"That's probably a good idea," you say, and give her a long, lingering kiss before you leave.
...press a key...
Three days later you're sitting in class, pretending to read a maths book but actually fantasising about Miss Harris and a tin of cream, when the object of your desires announces that she has a special project for the class. She needs four volunteers. You half throw yourself out of your seat to be one of the picked ones and your enthusiasm is apparent to Miss Harris (if for the wrong reasons) because she immediately picks you. She also picks Sally, Lisa and Kevin (an obnoxious boy who picks his nose and then doesn't wipe his hands clean).
The project, Miss Harris informs you, will require quite a bit of out of school work which she will supervise. Sally and Lisa openly groan at this. Kevin just shrugs. You are actually jumping for joy (but only on the inside. On the outside you're doing your best to look like you wish you'd never volunteered.)
"Now I know this doesn't sound very special," says Miss Harris. Today she's wearing a smart shirt and jeans. You've caught a few glimpses of her buttocks and have been resisting the growing urge to reach out and squeeze one of them. "But if you stick with it, and make an effort, you'll find it pays very good dividends."
You wonder if 'fucking' could be substituted for 'dividends' but now might not be a good idea to ask.
Miss Harris gives each of you a folder and some pens and paper and explains the idea behind the special project: to draw a map of your home town, as accurately as possible. She adds emphasis to the fact that the one who does the best map will get extra special honours (fucking and a pussy lick perhaps?) come the summer.
...press a key...
The weekend rolls around quicker than you expected and on Saturday morning you're torn between the project Miss Harris mentioned in class and a lazy day in the house watching porn videos and masturbating. Your parents have gone shopping and your brother has gone to his friend's house to drink himself silly (he thinks you don't know about this but you're keeping it as good blackmail material in case he finds out you're a lesbian). The idea of several hours to yourself watching lesbian porn is immensely appealing. Wandering around town and making a map, especially when it's raining, isn't. But you hate to let Miss Harris down.
(1) Do the special project.
(2) Cheat. You've got several town maps in the house. Just copy one of them.
(3) Do the map from memory. After all, you've lived in this town your entire life and Miss Harris is a newcomer. She'll never know you didn't map out the whole thing properly.
(4) Stay in and watch porn.

> 1 It's cold, wet, windy and you're feeling miserable, but you give the project your best shot. However, with the wind tearing ferociously at you, drawing a map is pretty much an impossibility. You give it a good go but in the end, after an hour and a half you're wet through, coming down with a cold, and your map is so wet that the ink's run all over the page.
(1) Ignore common sense and continue.
(2) Go home and cheat. You've got several town maps in the house. Just copy one of them.
(3) Do the map from memory. After all, you've lived in this town your entire life and Miss Harris is a newcomer. She'll never know you didn't map out the whole thing properly.

> 1 You ignore your feelings that you're being an idiot and press on. That day, you manage to cover about a quarter of the whole town - you never realised before just how big it is and how many winding little streets it has. The map gets wet so many times that in the end you're not entirely sure which bits are roads and which are houses. You also seem to have marked the same street twice in different parts of the town but you can always redo it later on if needs be. At least you got a fair amount done which is more than you expect anyone else managed.
...press a key...
On Monday, there's a new boy in your class. His name's Gavin and he's cute as hell. If you weren't firmly batting for the other team, and have eyes for Miss Harris and no one else, you'd probably be thrusting your breasts towards him in the same kind of manner as most of the other girls in the class. (Only you'd like to think you weren't quite so obvious about it.) Part of you is tempted to make a play for him anyway, but you're concerned that if you do that you might miss an opportunity to get down and dirty with Miss Harris.
(1) Make a play for Gavin.
(2) Save yourself for Miss Harris.

> 1 You spend a day checking Gavin out and even though you're more turned on by girls than boys, you find yourself getting aroused by him. From eavesdropping on a conversation he has with another boy, you find out which part of town he lives in and from this you're able to deduce which way he's likely to go home. Making a play for him here at school probably isn't a good idea - if you make an arse of yourself, everyone gets to see it. But if you can find him on the way home with no one else around, you're in with a better chance of succeeding.
So after school, you're crouched down behind some hedges on Kent Avenue. This is a pretty much deserted street on the edge of town where you've seldom been before. All the houses around here are darkened (haven't the people who live in them heard of lights?) and no one else is around. No one, that is, aside from Gavin who is just about to walk past the hedge you're hiding behind. Now to decide how best to seduce him.
(1) Be blatant. Open your shirt, undo your bra and let him see your breasts.
(2) Call seductively to him.
(3) Pretend to be hurt.
(4) Do nothing for now but follow him.
(5) Decide this is a bad idea and call it off.

> 3 You mess your clothes up a bit then sit on the ground, hike your skirt up, and clutch your knee.
"Ow!" you cry.
You can't see Gavin on the other side of the hedge from where you are but you hear him hurrying around.
"Geez, are you alright?" he asks.
"I fell over," you say. "And my knee…" You gesture to it (careful to keep it covered so he can't see there's nothing actually wrong with it. "It hurts real bad."
"Hang on. I think I've got some bandages here."
He starts rifling through his school bag and, sure enough, pulls out a roll of bandages. (You're not sure why he has a roll of bandages in his school bag and can't seem to work out a way of asking him while keeping in line with your damsel-in-distress routine.)
Gavin wraps the bandages around your knee. If he notices the distinct lack of injuries to your knee he doesn't say anything. His touch is quite appealing and as he bends over you…
(1) Show him your breasts.
(2) Kiss him.
(3) Continue playing the damsel-in-distress.

> 2 You pull his head down and kiss him. Gavin at once tries to pull away and you even hear him mutter, "I'm gay," but then one of his hands accidentally brushes against your left breast. He tries to pull away again. Then an excited shiver rushes through him and instead of pulling away, he slips his hand into your shirt, tugs down your bra, squeezes your nipple.
"Fuck me," you say, suddenly more turned on by this than you thought you would be. "Just fuck me."
He does.
It's a strange coupling. You're gay and he's gay and yet despite the fact that neither of you has ever had sex with a member of the opposite sex before, you make a pretty good go of things. There's a lot of fumbling and several embarrassed grimaces but in the end, you manage to get him all hard and excited and he penetrates you in a most thrilling manner. His mouth is hot and wet on your nipples as he thrusts himself in and out of you and you grind your hips against him. When he comes, he comes hard, and you climax at the same time.
The two of you lie there, gasping, for several minutes afterwards.
"I never knew straight sex could be so much fun," he says when he's gathered his breath enough to speak again.
"Me neither," you mutter. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
"It's a date," he says, and bursts out laughing.
You head home after that, a wonderful tingling sensation between your legs, and just hope that having sex with boys hasn't made getting Miss Harris into bed any more difficult.
...press a key...
Fast forward a few days.
Miss Harris is wearing a creamy top today that clings to her perfect breasts. It's quite mesmerising and it's only when she actually speaks to you that you realise she's asking about the special project. You manage to pull your eyes away from her breasts and thank your lucky stars that this little chat is taking place in a side room and not the main class room. Miss Harris doesn't seem to have noticed you staring but you know someone else would.
"The project?" Miss Harris asks.
"Sorry I didn't get it all done," you say, holding out your somewhat crumpled map, "but it was raining and cold and-"
"Oh, this is wonderful!" says Miss Harris, taking the map off you. "Why, you did twice as much as everyone else. And a lot better detail as well. I hope you didn't catch a cold."
You shake your head. Your attention is somewhat focused on her breasts but you manage to listen to what she's saying.
"Well gone, my girl," says Miss Harris.
My girl. You like the sound of that. You think you've moved a big step closer to getting in her knickers with this.
...press a key...
Your parents have a massive argument one night. It seems your dad thinks your mum is cheating on him and your mum, after throwing a saucepan at him, has stormed out and is "staying with some friends". Things are pretty tense and even your brother, the dumbest teenager in the world, is keeping quiet. You mull over what to do.
(1) Get out of the house for a few hours and hope everything calms down by the time you get back.
(2) Talk to your dad.
(3) Call your mum on her mobile and find out what's going on.
(4) Do nothing. Maybe things will sort themselves out.

> 1 You ponder what to do. You could always hang around the arcades and see if you can catch sight of a few girls in mini-skirts (always worth the effort because there's generally at least a couple wearing skirts their parents would cry if they saw them in) or you could check out that house you saw Miss Harris go into the other week. You know, the one with all the porn.
(1) Go to the arcades.
(2) Check out the house with the porn.

> 2 You find the house easily enough. Fortunately the lights are off which you hope means everyone is out. So long as the angry looking guy who chased you off last time is out, you're happy. Now you just have to decide how you're going to handle this.
(1) Make sure everyone is out. Ring the doorbell then hide to see if anyone answers the front door.
(2) Sneak round the back and see if you can find an unlocked door or window.

> 2 You come to the window you reached before. The curtains are undrawn and you are able to see into the room. Unfortunately the porn seems to be gone. You try the back door and find it locked. The window is also locked. Damn! Now what?
(1) Smash the window.
(2) Try and force the door open.

> 2 Now if you were one of those girls who could qualify as a Russian hammer thrower at the Olympics, you might be in with a chance of forcing the door open but as you're more the kind who gets winded walking too fast, you're out of luck. The door seems pretty sturdy as well so trying to kick it down is probably a bad idea.
Just as you're debating whether hunting for a key might be a smart move, you hear a car pull up outside the house and then, a few seconds later, the front door is unlocked. Someone is coming home!
(1) Run off.
(2) Hide.

> 2 Never have you been so pleased to see a dustbin as you are now. You duck down behind it and, grimacing at the rank smell emanating from within, you hide from whoever has entered the house.
From where you're hiding, you can see part of the room and after a minute or so you see a stunning blonde woman come to the window and look out. Best of all, she's topless! And she's got an amazing pair of tits!
You've seen enough models in porn magazines (swiped from both your brother and your dad) to know what a great rack looks like and this woman has certainly got one of the best you've ever seen.
The man you saw before, the one who shouted at you, comes up behind the woman and puts a collar around her neck. It looks like the kind of thing you'd put on a dog. Hmmm… Is this some kind of kinky bondage den? And if so, is Miss Harris mixed up in that kind of stuff?
Damn! The man and the woman have moved away from the window and you can't see them.
(1) Try and get a better look.
(2) Get out of here before the see you.

> 1 Hoping that the two are far too occupied with reach other to notice you there, you creep to the window and peer in. Sure enough, they're having sex. The man is sitting in a chair and the woman is sitting on him. It's difficult to tell from this angle but it looks like the man is penetrating her from behind. Ooh! Kinky! You've never been sure about anal stuff yourself because it always seems quite painful but the woman doesn't seem to be in pain. Although she's sure groaning enough.
You find yourself getting quite aroused by it all.
(1) Masturbate.
(2) Just keep on looking.

> 2 The man seems to climax at the same time as you do, and you have to struggle really hard not to give a loud gasp as you come. Shuddering a little from the exertion, you back away from the window lest one of them suddenly look up and spot you.
But neither of them seem to have eyes for you. The man has got a camera out and the woman is standing by the fireplace. The man directs the woman into various poses - is he a photographer who likes to fuck his models? Or just a guy with a girlfriend and a camera? Maybe a bit of both.
At one point the man hands the woman a vibrator and motions her sticking it up her ass. She shakes her head at first but when the man raises his raises his hand as if to hit her, she quickly backs down and inserts it. You find yourself wincing in sympathy. The vibrator is wide and ridged and probably stings a bit being forced into where it's being forced.
(1) Keep watching.
(2) Leave before one of them spots you.
(3) Tap on the window.

> 1 The man takes a few more shots of the woman sliding the vibrator in and out of her anus. Then he makes her suck her breasts, sometimes holding the entire breast aloft by biting the nipple and standing with it like that for several minutes at a time while photos are taken. The woman clearly doesn't like this and you even hear her say so on several occasions but if the man cares for her opinion he sure doesn't show it. After that, the woman pretty much does what he wants and the man just directs her into more and more degrading poses.
You feel a bit sorry for her and wonder just why she lets the man do this sort of thing to her. When they finish, he doesn't offer her any money and she doesn't ask for any. Walking with a bit of a limp - you're guessing that ridged vibrator was every bit as unpleasant as it looked - the woman departs.
Time you were going yourself before the man happens to glance out of his back window and sees you.
...press a key...
Your brother has a girlfriend. Now there's nothing unusual about this as he generally goes through girlfriends at the rate of one or two a week but this is a bit different than the others. For a start, she's not the usual skanky whore-type he usually chases after but a fairly intelligent and well spoken girl. For another, she's hot. Really hot! From the moment you saw the pair of them snogging you were imagining discovering she was a closet lesbian and engaging in some snogging of your own with her. The only question you need to ask yourself now is: are you going to try and steal your brother's girlfriend? It's a dodgy situation. He'll make your life hell if he finds out you're gay and, on top of that, he'll probably punch your lights out. He's definitely not the kind of brother who thinks hitting girls is wrong.
But his girlfriend is awfully hot…
(1) Try and seduce her.
(2) Just watch them for a while.
(3) Stay well clear.

> 1 You have to pick your moment.
(1) Wait till your brother takes one of his hour long baths and then tell Laurie, that's the girlfriend, what you really think of her.
(2) See if you can dig up some dirt on Laurie.
(3) Be blatant. Show her your breasts and hope she's impressed.
(4) Just bide your time and wait for the right moment.

> 3 You wait till your brother's watching the football and then find Laurie who is reading a book on the back garden. She's fully clothed unfortunately as the weather is a little cool to be stripping down, but even in jeans and a thick jumper she looks sexy.
"Laurie," you say as you sit down next to her.
"Yes?"
You unbutton your shirt and open it wide. You're not wearing a bra.
"See anything you like?"
For a few seconds she just sits there and stares as if unable to comprehend what you're doing. You're more than a trifle shocked yourself. After all, what if your dad comes out of the house, or your brother, or one of the neighbours gets nosy? But sometimes you've just got to take a chance…
"I do indeed," Laurie says. She smiles. "How did you know I was gay?"
You smile back. "Takes one to know one."
She glances towards the house then points to the shed at the bottom of your garden. "I think he'll be a while. Let's see if you eat pussy as well as your brother."
Once in the shed, you strip out of the remainder of your clothes and help Laurie out of hers. She's beautiful as she stands there, naked before you, and allows you to suck on her nipples. She slides one hand between your legs and as you lick and suck her breasts, she pushes a finger into your vagina.
The two of you fuck for most of the afternoon, occasionally pausing to check that both your father and brother are still watching the football. Laurie comes and you have to cover her mouth with your hand to prevent her screaming. A minute later, when you come yourself, she returns the favour.
Afterwards, exhausted, you lie with your head on her breasts and say, "we'll have to do this again sometime."
"We definitely will," Laurie replies, stroking your brow. "Who knows, if things don't work out with your brother maybe I'll still end up a member of the family."
You laugh then fuck her again.
But things don't work out like that. A few days later, your brother and Laurie split up. You try calling Laurie on her mobile but the number she gave you doesn't work. After that you try showing up at her house but instead you find an old couple living there who have never heard of her. Puzzled over this, but unable to understand what has happened, you decide to just try and get on with your life.
...press a key...
It's a common pastime at school to sneak for a quick smoke behind the bike sheds. You don't smoke yourself but you go along with all the others because it's the done thing. People who aren't are "square". Or, worse, "gay". You've always been secretly gay and you suspect you might well be square as well but it's one thing knowing you're them and another thing entirely for everyone else to know.
The topic of conversation today is the usual topic of conversation: school sucks. A girl called Emily is holding forth on a plan to set the school on fire. She's been saying this for years and you all know she hasn't the nerve to even light a match let alone to actually burn down the school.
You drift away from the group to get a breath of fresh air (it gets awful smoky awful fast) and it's when you happen to look around the corner that you spot Miss Harris there. She's hurrying somewhere and seems to be darting furtive looks over her shoulder to make sure no one's following her. All the same, you see her without her seeing you.
(1) Follow her.
(2) Head back to the smokers.

> 1 She heads into a building in the lower school. This part of the building hasn't been used in years since part of the roof collapsed during a particularly heavy snowfall. Some of the smokers used to use it as a smoking den but there's a funny smell in the lower school that someone said was a dead body and someone else said was chemicals. Either way, no one really fancied trying to smoke with that smell everywhere. But it's here Miss Harris is going. You wonder why.
(1) Keep following her.
(2) Head back to the smokers.

> 1 You duck into the lower school not long after Miss Harris. It's dark in here but you're able to follow her by listening to her heels on the floor. You follow her to what used to be the former maths class and there you hear her talking to someone. It's difficult to make out their words but you creep a bit closer to the old classroom and by crouching down behind an old desk just outside the doorway, you're able to peek inside. Miss Harris is there, speaking to a stunning blonde woman. Your throat goes dry as you recognise the woman from the house you followed Miss Harris to! The one with the dog collar! The one with the amazing breasts!
"It's getting worse," the woman is saying, arms folded across her bosom. "He's getting worse."
"He hits you?" asks Miss Harris.
"And worse." The woman sighs. "I don't know how much more of this shit I can take, Susan."
Susan, eh? You never knew Miss Harris' first name.
"We haven't got a choice, Michelle," says Miss (Susan) Harris. "He could ruin us if he goes public with what he knows."
What is she on about?
(1) Keep listening.
(2) Get out of here before one of them sees you.

> 1 "So we just keep quiet?" says Michelle. "I don't know how much longer I can. It's different for you. He just fucks you. He takes photos of me. He makes me… do things."
"We have to be brave-"
"Fuck being brave! Damnit, Susan. I'm fed up of being brave and keeping quiet and just letting him do these things to me. I can't take it anymore."
"And you want to be ruined?"
Michelle shakes her head. She's close to tears. "Of course not. But I'm beginning to wonder if it's the lesser of two evils right now. Sure, I'd lose my job and my boyfriend would probably never look at me again and my friends would desert me… but I wouldn't have to go through all that shit with him."
(1) Keep listening.
(2) Get out of here before one of them sees you.

> 1 "And before long, you'd end up with someone as bad as him again," says Miss Harris. "How will you support yourself if you don't have a job? How will you live?"
"I'll find a way," says Michelle. "Somehow. I'll-" She pauses then looks around. "Hey. Did you hear something?"
Damn! You had a cramp in your leg and you leant against the desk! You were sure they wouldn't have heard the creak!
"There's someone out there!" says Michelle. "Look! There behind the-"
And you duck out from behind the desk, head down, and run from the building. You're out into the open air and circling back around the school before another ten seconds have passed and neither Miss Harris nor Michelle follow you. You'll just have to hope that Miss Harris didn't see your face.
...press a key...
For the weekend, you head to where your mum's staying. It's on the far side of town with your uncle Pete, a huge fellow with a massively hair chest and a penchant for scratching his groin whenever he's looking at you. You're never sure whether he's coming on to you or just completely lacking any kind of hygiene but it's kind of disconcerting when he's asking you about how your school work's going at the same time as touching his privates.
After dinner with mum and Pete, you and your mum sit before the TV (Pete is watching some mindless action film with lots of gunfire, violence and dead bodies all over the place) and your mum asks, "honey, are you gay?"
You almost choke.
(1) Admit it.
(2) Deny it.
(3) Refuse to comment.

> 1 Your mum sighs. "Oh, honey. I always wondered. There were signs, you know. Have you had sex?"
Jeez! What is it with these awkward questions? And they are awkward as well what with Pete sitting there. He's supposedly still watching the film but you can tell he's listening.
(1) Say you've had sex.
(2) Deny it.
(3) Refuse to comment.

> 2 "Well, that's one blessing anyway," says your mum. "There's hope yet."
Oh that strange comment, she leaves the room and you don't speak to her again for the rest of your time at uncle Pete's house.
"Hey, sweetheart," says Pete, "now your mum's out of the way…" He presses a button on the remote control and the TV flicks to a hardcore porn channel. A couple of naked lesbians are going at each other with vibrators. "You wanna watch this instead?"
You give him a disgusted look and leave the room.
...press a key...
Your dad gets a call at home one night. It's just the two of you, you doing your homework, him slouched in front of the sofa with a beer in his hand. Then the phone rings and it's some cop saying that your brother has been arrested. Can your dad come down to the police station?
From the look of dread on your dad's face, you can tell he has been expecting a call like this for a long time now. In fact, so have you. Ever since your mum moved out, your brother has got worse and worse and it was only a matter of time before he did something serious.
"I'd better head down there and see what the stupid fuck's done," your dad says.
(1) Offer to go with him.
(2) Stay home.

> 2 With everyone out, you decide to spend the evening watching a few of your brother's porn videos. He's got quite a collection hidden under his bed although his tastes don't exactly go hand in hand with yours: Bondage Bitches From Hell and The Whore Needs Spanking don't do a lot for you, but Busty Secretary Sluts Vol 6 is more your cup of tea. Slipping the tape into the recorder, you settle back for a night of lesbian abandon.
Unfortunately, the tape is really jumpy and the picture keeps fading in and out so often that you can hardly see any of the busty secretary sluts, let alone all the dirty things they're doing with pencils, rulers and, in one instance, a stapler.
(1) Watch Bondage Bitches From Hell.
(2) Watch The Whore Needs Spanking.
(3) Persevere with Busty Secretary Sluts Vol 6. Maybe the picture will improve later on.

> 2 The first scene in The Whore Needs Spanking shows a close up shot of a woman's bare buttocks. A second later, a riding crop lashes down across them, leaving a bright red weal. Ouch!
You're just about to turn off - spanking is so not your thing - when the camera angle changes and you see the face of the woman being spanked. Your jaw drops.
Miss Harris!
There's no doubt it's her, even with a small mask covering her eyes and her face twisted into an expression of pain and revulsion.
With a mixture of disgust and delight, probably akin to those people who pull up at roadside accidents and stand there gawping, you watch the rest of the video. It's pretty nasty stuff.
You masturbate while watching the video, feeling partly disgusted with yourself for doing so but unable to help yourself. The final scene shows Miss Harris being forced to give two men a blowjob at the same time as a third fucks her in the ass.
Afterwards, you study the back of the video packet but see no reference to anyone called Harris appearing in the video. No doubt she went under a false name. Woo-hoo! Miss Harris had a past not only as a porn star but an S&M porn star as well.
Your dad and brother return to the house later on. Your brother is almost in tears and your dad looks ready to throttle them. Neither of them speak a word to you and your attempts at eavesdropping to find out just what it was your brother got arrested for fall on deaf ears.
...press a key...
You overhear something interesting at school the next day. The girls' toilets are next to the staffroom and there are times when you can hear what the teachers are saying in there if they're talking loud enough. Today you overhear the headmaster and Miss Harris talking so you do a little eavesdropping on them and discover that Miss Harris is taking over a special class that the recently departed Miss Holland used to teach. This will require a lot of her time as the kids in the special class often need one-to-one tutoring.
An idea forms in your mind.
(1) Act stupid and see if you can get yourself transferred to the special class.
(2) Decide it's a bad idea and give it a miss.

> 2 Definitely a bad idea. Pretending to be stupid to get closer to the woman you fantasise about? Jeez, you'd really have to be stupid to try and think something like that would work.
...press a key...
That Saturday, your mum calls for you to go shopping with her. This is the first time she's called since she walked out on your dad (and the rest of the family) and you can tell by the tone of her voice that she's got some big news for you. So telling your dad you're off to the library (he's drinking on the sofa so probably wouldn't notice if you left the house stark naked), you meet your mum at the end of the street and then wander around the shops together. She tells you about her week and you tell her about yours. Then she buys you dinner in a restaurant and gets down to the real reason behind the shopping trip.
"I'm getting married," she says, positively glowing. "I wanted you to be the first one to know."
Seems like your idea that your parents might be getting back together soon has just gone up in smoke.
(1) Say you're happy for her.
(2) Say you're disappointed that she and dad couldn't work things out.
(3) Ask her what the hell she's thinking.
(4) Throw your apple pudding in her face.

> 1 "Oh, I'm so pleased about that, honey. Maybe when me and Josh get settled, you could bring your boyfr- er, girlfriend over to meet him."
The way she says it tells you in no uncertain terms that she's not happy about your sexual preferences and these catty remarks are her way of letting you know that.
Sighing, you finish off your apple pudding. It looks like being a long afternoon.
...press a key...
A couple of the dumb-as-shit boys have a fight in chemistry the following Monday. There's nothing unusual about this in itself as for an entire chemistry lesson to go by without a fight is a rare occurrence, but this time it's different. This time you overhear a couple of the teachers saying that Miss Harris is handling detention for the week. You wonder…
(1) Get yourself in trouble and spend detention in Miss Harris' lovely company.
(2) Decide against it.

> 1 Getting detention is so easy it's a wonder you haven't gotten it dozens of times before without even realising. You just lean over in class during a test and openly copy someone else's answers. When the teacher notices (which he does eventually, the blind old fool), he gives you a week's detention. A whole week! Woo-hoo!
But detention isn't as much fun as you had thought it would be. True, Miss Harris is there but so are Mike and Ralph, the two who were fighting in chemistry, as well as Lancelot (who regularly gets in fights due to his name) and Steve. The first three you don't mind too much but Steve openly stares at every girl who comes near to him, you included. That's why he's in detention right now. Worse, he's grabbed your ass quite a few times and even made a play for your breasts on more than one occasion. You'll have to watch yourself with him.
"Sit down," says Miss Harris who is at the front of the class.
She's looking at you.
(1) Sit near Mike and Ralph.
(2) Sit near Lancelot.
(3) Sit near Steve.

> 1 Considering they spent the chemistry class fighting, Mike and Ralph seem pretty good friends and spend most of their time in detention laughing and joking with each other. They're pretty easy to ignore, though, and so you find yourself able to focus on Miss Harris and her breasts. By the time detention comes to an end, you've probably spent a good twenty minutes studying them and you're feeling a tingling sensation between the legs.
You hurry home to masturbate.
...press a key...
The weekend rolls around and you reflect over the events of the last few months.
(1) You still have fantasies about the beautiful blonde you saw at the house you followed Miss Harris to. A return trip to the house might prove worthwhile.
(2) Or maybe you should spend the weekend just relaxing.

> 1 The house is dark when you arrive there. Perhaps no one is in or maybe they just don't have the lights on - it's a fairly bright day after all.
Creeping round the back, you find yourself again at the window. There is no sex scene being enacted, no beautiful blonde being photographed and made to abuse herself. Nothing very interesting going on at all.
(1) Wait around and hope something happens.
(2) Break in.
(3) Decide this is a bad idea and leave.

> 2 You never imagined breaking into someone's house would be so easy. All you do is pick up a small stone from the back garden and tap it against a glass pane on the back door. With a couple of knocks, the pane drops out and you're able to reach a hand through the gap and unlatch the door. Into the kitchen you step.
It's a filthy kitchen, in almost as poor a condition as the garden. Don't the people who live here ever bother cleaning up? You mean, ever?
Deciding there's nothing of interest in the kitchen for you, you move to the rest of the house.
(1) Search downstairs first.
(2) Search upstairs.

> 2 Upstairs are a bathroom and two bedrooms. Reasoning that you're more likely to find something worthwhile in the bedrooms, you bypass the bathroom and step into the first bedroom you come to. Hmmm… interesting. There's a single bed here with a pair of manacles attached for wrists and another pair for ankles. A few stains on the bed make your wrinkle your nose in disgust. Semen stains. In fact, now that you think about it, the whole room fairly reeks of the stuff.
Suddenly this doesn't seem like such a good idea after all.
(1) Search the other bedroom.
(2) Get out of here.

> 1 Jackpot!
That's what you think when you open the second bedroom door and find, staring at you from the opposite wall, a poster of the blonde woman you saw in the room downstairs. Her name, emblazoned across the top of the poster, is Michelle Harris. Harris? You take a closer look. No, she definitely isn't the Miss Harris you know from school but the similarity between the two is striking. Sisters? Maybe.
A car pulling up outside the house makes you freeze but when you hear it start up again, you realise it was a false alarm. All the same, it makes you painfully aware of the fact that if someone enters the house now, you'll never be able to get out without them seeing you.
(1) Continue searching the room.
(2) Leave before you get caught.

> 1 Apart from the poster, you find several magazines involving Michelle Harris. They're all hardcore bondage magazines by the look of things, featuring Michelle in various unpleasant looking poses. You gaze at them in a kind of horrified fascination, not sure just how she can bear to go through this sort of thing. She certainly doesn't look like she's enjoying it.
You check a few of the other magazines and in the last one you come to, you find something which you really didn't expect. Miss Harris herself. Not Michelle herself this time, but someone called Susan Harris. The Susan Harris you know from school.
The content of this magazine is even more extreme than the ones featuring Michelle (who you're sure now must be Miss Harris' sister). You wince at some of the acts involved. This is pretty shocking stuff. And it could be devastating for Miss Harris' career as a school teacher if it gets out.
You put the last magazine in your bag… and as you do, you hear the front door slam downstairs.
(1) Make a run for it.
(2) Hide.

> 2 The bed is the obvious hiding place and so you crawl under there and just hope against hope that whoever has entered the house soon departs and you can get out of here and-
But then you hear footsteps on the stairs. Did you leave any doors open that weren't open before? You don't think so but you can't think clearly right now.
Then the bedroom door opens.
You can see from where you're standing that it's a woman who enters from her shoes (which is just about the only part of her body that you can see). She crosses over to the bed and drops something (perhaps her handbag) on top of it. Then she walks over to the poster on the wall and you hear her sigh.
You hear more footsteps on the stairs and the woman moves back towards the doorway.
"Get ready," a man's voice calls. You're sure it's the same man you saw downstairs. "I'll be in there in a minute."
"What have you got for me today?" the woman asks.
The man laughs. It's not a pleasant laugh. "You know all that stuff you keep saying you'll never do? Well, today you're doing it."
The woman leaves the room and you see her standing in the corridor.
"We had an agreement," she says.
The man laughs again.
"Damn it, you bastard! You promised me-"
There is the sound of a slap and the woman re-enters the room.
"Promised you, you stupid cunt?" says the man. "And you believed me? Jeez, you must me even more fucking stupid than I thought you were, Michelle. Now, get your clothes off and get on the bed. I'll bring the stuff in in a minute. And don't try anything dumb like refusing 'cos you know where that'll lead you."
You hear footsteps retreat down the stairs.
The woman - the Michelle from the poster - slumps down on the bed and begins to cry.
(1) Stay where you are.
(2) Crawl out and speak to her.
(3) Make a run for it.

> 2 The woman almost falls off the bed when you crawl out from under there.
"What the hell-?" she says and starts to rise from the bed. She has an angry red mark on the side of her face where the man slapped her. "Who are you?"
"I saw what the man did to you before," you say. "You need to get out of here."
"A fucking Samaritan under the bed," the woman mutters. She grabs your wrist. "Where you breaking in? If you were, you're not going to find anything worth stealing here."
"I can help you," you blurt out.
She looks at you. "How?"
(1) Tell her to keep quiet about you and when the man returns, you can both overpower him.
(2) Tell her you both need to get out of here before the man comes back.

> 2 Michelle shakes her head. "He knows how to find me. If I run off, he'll just come and get me. And he won't be happy."
"But if you stay here-"
"Whatever he does to me will be far worse if I piss him off." She shakes her head sadly. "Believe me, I'm speaking from past experience."
(1) Make one last attempt at convincing her to leave.
(2) Leave her and save yourself.

> 1 "Come with me," you say, taking her hand. "Get out while you can."
You don't think she is going to listen to you but in the end she does. The two of you flee down the stairs. It's a pretty close thing for a few moments as just as you creep out of the back door, the front door opens and the man re-enters the house. Fortunately he heads straight upstairs and doesn't see you.
You and Michelle run.
...press a key...
"You're Miss Harris' sister, aren't you?" you say later. The two of you are sat in a café. "Miss Harris the school teacher, I mean."
Michelle nods. "I've been told we look quite alike but I've never seen it myself." She sighs. "Jeez, what I have just done? I must be mad."
"You're mad to keep letting that man abuse you like that."
"Maybe. Okay, yes I know carrying on like that was madness but every time I've tried to get away from him before, he's hurt me so bad… Believe me, what he does to you when he's pissed off isn't stuff you're ever likely to forget. When he catches me now…" Another sigh. "I think I did the right thing, though. Thanks for at least guiding me in the right direction. Do you know where my sister lives?"
You nod.
"Come visit us next Saturday afternoon. We need to have a big, long talk. In the meantime, don't say a word about this to anyone. Especially not Susan. She can't keep a secret to save herself and I don't want her tipping off Morgan, that's the bastard back at the house, where I might be."
She gives you a sad smile and leaves the café.
...press a key...
One morning during breaktime, one of the boys in your class is 'outed'. This generally means that someone or other has decided, for whatever reason, that said boy is gay and has gone around and told everyone in the school about it. It usually results in said boy getting roundly tormented for a week or two until the novelty value wears off and someone else gets outed. Very seldom is the outed person actually gay and more often than not, it's done more as an excuse for revenge on someone than out of any real belief that they are gay.
Still, this time it's some kid called Nathan who you believe secretly is gay. After you see him get stones thrown at him in the playground and spat at during lunch (boys are so immature), you wonder if it might be an idea to go and talk to him.
(1) Talk to Nathan.
(2) Steer well clear of him. Anyone speaking to an outed person is generally assumed to be gay themselves and as you are gay, you'd be a sitting duck for a few weeks of torment.

> 1 At first Nathan thinks you've come to annoy him over the gay allegations, but when you explain you're just here to talk, he stops being so defensive and opens up to you. It seems that he is gay after all, but he's been too embarrassed about it to tell anyone and has lived in morbid fear of the day anyone found out his secret. You know just how he feels.
(1) Tell him you know just how he feels.
(2) Say he's got to stand up for himself.
(3) Say the best thing to do is have a fling with some girl.

> 3 "That's a good idea actually," he says. "I don't care much for girls, though. Tits? Yuk! What's attractive about them? And a pussy? Jeez, I wouldn't touch it with a bargepole if you paid me!"
"Er, right, Nathan," you say. "But it might help with the gay rumours-"
"Good point." He nods fiercely.
Later on in class, you're reading through some sums you've just finished doing when you feel a pair of hands grab hold of your breasts!
"Hey, babe," purrs a voice in your ear. "Got a little lovin' for lil ol' Nathan?"
You try to turn in your seat but Nathan's hands hold you there by squeezing your breasts. Well, one of them does. The other one is already slipping into your jeans.
The whole incident is later written off as an unfortunate case of Nathan Harris having too much to drink and showing a little too much affection to a girl in his class. Nathan is suspended from school. You, on the other hand, become quite a celebrity for a few days as it's not every girl who gets herself groped in class like that.
You just hope no one else gets any funny ideas.
...press a key...
School ends suddenly the next day: a fire breaks out in the kitchen and it takes the fire fighters half the day to put it out.
That night, you're in your room listening to some music and you overhear your brother on his mobile to some friends. The words 'fire' and 'arson' are mentioned several times and you press your ear to the wall to hear the rest of the conversation. By the sound of things, it looks like your brother either set the fire himself or at least knows who did.
(1) Confront him about it.
(2) Anonymously call the police.
(3) Do nothing.

> 2 Later that night the police show up at your house and arrest your brother. Your dad goes down the police station with him but you stay home. When you dad returns home, alone, several hours later his face is pale.
"Silly bastard's only gone and torched the school kitchen," he says to you. "Jesus H. Christ. What am I gonna tell your mother?"
Part of you feels bad for ratting on your brother like this, complete shit though he is, but you know deep down that you've done the right thing.
...press a key...
Miss Harris dismisses the class early. This is pretty unusual as she generally keeps you right until the final bell rings. The other kids hate this but you're never disappointed about being forced to spend more time in her company.
Only this time, thirty minutes early, she announces the whole class can go home early. The rest are practically out of the building before she's even finished speaking but something about it strikes you as suspicious and you hang around outside. Sure enough, you catch sight of a shady character in a dark overcoat entering the classroom not long after. He's not one of the teachers.
(1) Follow him into the classroom.
(2) Decide it's none of your business and just enjoy going home half an hour early.

> 1 You hear voices from the classroom and crouch down in the corridor outside to listen.
"… can't go on like this," says Miss Harris.
"Really?" says a man's voice. "And what are you planning to do about it, bitch?"
Bitch? Obviously this isn't a friend of Miss Harris'.
"Keep your voice down," says Miss Harris, her own voice so low you have to strain your ears to hear it. "I work here. I don't want people to... to-"
"To know about your seedy past?" The man chuckles. Not loudly but loud enough so that anyone in a neighbouring classroom might be able to hear. "C'mon, Susan, you ought to know that once you work for me, you always work for me. There's no getting out. Joanne thought she could run out on me. You remember what I did to her, don't you?"
There are several sentences from Miss Harris then, spoken so quietly that you can't make them out.
Then the man says, "I want to fuck you here."
"Not now," says Miss Harris. "There are people here-"
"Tonight then. You got a key to the place? Good. Ten tonight. And be ready for some seriously hard shit."
The man laughs again and leaves. He walks right past you but you pretend to be studying a wall chart and he doesn't give you a second glance. You only see the back of his head on the way out and so if it's someone you know, you don't recognise him.
(1) Follow the man.
(2) Speak to Miss Harris.
(3) Go home but return at ten o'clock tonight.
(4) Decide none of this is any of your business and just go home.

> 3 You get to the school early, around 9.15 pm. It's weird being here after dark and also kind of weird even being at school when you don't have to be. Your dad thinks you've gone to a friend's house and you're just hoping he doesn't suddenly come over all suspicious and check up on you. But you're sure he won't. He never has before. And he was drinking when you left so more than likely he'll never even remember you went out.
There's a light on in the classroom you heard Miss Harris and the man speaking in earlier on and you make your way there as quietly as you can. It's difficult to get very close, though, as the door is open and anyone walking up the corridor to the room can be seen very easily. But from this distance you can't hear or see much of what's going on in the room.
(1) Risk it and get closer.
(2) Observe what you can from here.

> 1 You slip out of your shoes and tiptoe along the corridor. There's no sign of either Miss Harris or the man at the end but you can hear them speaking so they're definitely somewhere in the classroom. You creep a bit further, a bit further… and then you're outside the classroom. You duck into the classroom opposite from where you can get an excellent look at what's going on.
And what's going on is pretty shocking.
The man has set up a mounted camera and is taking photos of Miss Harris. And not just ordinary photos either. She's naked aside from a pair of tights and she's also got heavy weights hanging from her nipples. You wince in sympathy at the sight of them. Each must weigh at least a couple of pounds. Even though you knew about her past as a porn star, it's still pretty shocking to discover she's still this sort of thing. Why, though? She's a teacher now. Why is she risking her career like this?
"Isn't this great?" says the man, taking a few shots of her. "Susan Harris the porn star filmed in her own fucking school classroom. Say, does that hurt?"
"You know it hurts, Morgan," says Miss Harris, teeth gritted. "Can I take them off yet?"
"Not yet." The man slaps her breasts, causing the weights to swing from side to side. Miss Harris grimaces. "What do you want next? The ridged dildo or the wax?"
(1) Attack the man.
(2) Set off a fire alarm.
(3) Watch.
(4) Leave.

> 2 There is a fire alarm next to where you're crouching and it's a simple enough task to press it with your finger. At once, the alarm rings out over the whole school.
"Shit!" you hear the man curse. "What the fuck is that?"
"The fire alarm," says Miss Harris.
You can see she is removing the weights from her nipples.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?" the man thunders. "Put them back-"
"The school's on fire, Morgan," hisses Miss Harris. "For crying out loud, we can't just stay here."
The man, Morgan, hesitates. It seems for a moment like he might just ignore the ringing alarm and stay. But then he mutters "fuck it!" and grabs his camera. "Grab my stuff, Susan. Now!"
In a minute, the two are out.
You wait for them to leave them sneak out yourself. You're quite pleased with yourself. You managed to save Susan from a decidedly unpleasant time and while setting off fire alarms at ten o'clock at night is hardly going to win you any best student prizes, you think that this time it was a well justified act of teenage rebellion.
...press a key...
Out of the blue, your mother turns up. It's the next day and you're in your room, supposedly studying but actually looking through a porn magazine. You hear her arguing with your father downstairs and then footsteps on the stairs. A moment later your door comes flying open.
"Get your stuff, my girl," says your mother. "You're coming to stay with me."
"The fuck she is!" you hear your father storm, and then he appears behind her.
"Language!" snaps your mother.
"Fuck that! You drive a man to swearing, you crazy bitch!"
Your mother raises her hand and slaps your father across the face.
"Call me a crazy bitch again and so help me God," says your mother.
Your father just stands there, shocked, one hand to the side of his face.
Your mother looks at you. "Get your stuff, girl. I won't ask you again."
(1) Get your stuff.
(2) Refuse.

> 2 Your father snorts as your mother's face drops. Then, without a word, she turns and leaves.
"That'll show the cunt," your father sneers.
"Dad," you say.
He winces. "Sorry, honey, but that woman…" He shakes his head. "We used to be close, y'know. Years ago. But now…"
He shakes his head again then disappears back downstairs.
When you go down later to see how he is, you find him slumped on the sofa with an empty bottle clutched in his hands.
Part of you wishes now that you'd gone with your mother.
...press a key...
You get chatting with a couple of girls in class and get invited to a party. It's someone's seventeenth birthday party and her parents are out of town so she's planning to celebrate with a true piss up. Just about everybody is invited so long as they bring something to drink. You've never really been the party going type (some drunken boy who reeks of cigarettes and sweat usually wants to grope you) but the idea has always held immense appeal for you. Girls get drunk at parties and their inhibitions get discarded. So do certain other things. Miss Harris won't be there - it's strictly students only - but it might be worth going.
(1) Go to the party.
(2) Decide against it.

> 1 The music is playing so loud that you can hear it a block away. 'Probably be a short party,' you think, 'with the cops arriving any time now and arresting everyone for violating the peace or something.'
But when you get to the house, no cops. Even better, the party has been underway for quite a while and several very pretty girls have had way too much to drink and are comparing boob sizes. You stand watching for a bit until a boy gives you a weird look and mouths "lesbo" to his friend. Then you make a point of mingling.
During the evening, a hulking guy several years older with you in a navy t-shirt and sporting a crew cut asks if you want to come upstairs. It's pretty obvious what he's got in mind.
(1) Go with him.
(2) Tell him you're not interested.
(3) Ask him if he's got a sister.

> 3 He laughs. "No sister. But what about Cheryl here." He indicates a gorgeous brunette in skin-tight jeans. "Hey, Cheryl. You fancy a twosome with this cutie here?"
Cheryl looks you up and down in a way you're not used to being looked up and down. Especially by a member of the same sex.
"Sure," she says. "She's hot."
The hulking fellow grabs your arm and leads you and Cheryl up the stairs. What have you got yourself mixed up in this time?
(1) Go ahead with it.
(2) Tell him you've changed your mind.
(3) Make a run for it.

> 1 You wake up feeling… good. You have a tingling sensation between your legs and your breasts feel swollen. But swollen in a nice and satisfying way.
You look over to the brunette asleep next to you and remember that she's called Cheryl. But you don't remember anything else. Pity. You feel like you had a good time last night and it would be nice to have a few memories to go with it.
Kissing her on the brow, you slide out of bed and dress yourself. On the way out of the house, you check yourself out in the mirror. You're positively glowing! Amazing what a good bout of lesbian sex can do for your complexion.
...press a key...
That Saturday morning, you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of recent weeks over in your mind. Usually your life is dull and depressing with nothing happening to relieve the sheer, monotonous boredom. But now things are happening.
You think back to Michelle Harris and her advice that you meet her and Susan (Miss Harris) today. Something tells you it would be a very good idea to keep that appointment. But then another part of you knows that you don't want to risk running into Morgan.
(1) Go and see Miss Harris and Michelle.
(2) Decide it's none of your business and leave things well alone.

> 1 You arrive at Miss Harris' house to find that she has company. Her sister, Michelle, is here.
For a moment, you entertain a fantasy of the two of them having torrid, lesbian sex together, licking cream off each other's breasts, penetrating each other with vibrators, and realise that if you play your cards right, you might well see that fantasy turn into a reality.
"Melissa," says Michelle. "We need to talk about Morgan."
Miss Harris - Susan Harris that is (you can't help thinking of her as your teacher) - nods. "We need to do something about him."
"Something final." Michelle shakes her head sadly. "We should have done something years ago but, well… it's not easy to kill someone."
Miss Harris looks at you. "We need your help, Melissa."
It seems your vision of watching them engage in lesbian activities might become a reality sooner than you thought.
(1) Agree to do whatever is required. Don't mention anything about payback for your help. You can always sort that out later on.
(2) Say you'll help them but only if they fuck each other.
(3) Say you'll help them but only if they fuck you.

> 1 "Just tell me what needs doing," you say, "and it's done."
You sound a lot braver than you feel and if either of the Harris sisters realise you're actually scared shitless, they don't show it.
"Good," says Michelle. "Now we just have to work out the details."
...press a key...
The three of you spend the afternoon discussing plans. Most of them are pretty poor and even the best ones aren't up to much. A few are downright suicidal. But a few might, just might, work.
"We could sit here and debate this forever," says Michelle, "but the time's getting on. I've got a meeting with Morgan tomorrow afternoon and after what he did to me last time, I'm reluctant to go. One of these days he'll scar me permanently." She winces. "We need to decide on a plan now. I can't go through it again."
(1) Plan 1: Michelle attends her appointment as usual but you and Susan creep into the house after she enters and deal with Morgan.
(2) Plan 2: You threaten to expose Morgan's treatment of the Harris sisters to the cops if he doesn't get out of town. Susan thinks this might work but Michelle is very doubtful that Morgan would listen to reason.
(3) Plan 3: You approach Morgan and offer yourself in Susan and Michelle's place. Both Susan and Michelle are dead set against this but you're sure you can put up with whatever Morgan can dish out if it means keeping them safe.
(4) Plan 4: All three of you grab some knives and head round to Morgan's house right now and kill him.

> 1 The following evening, you and Susan are in an alley at the back of Morgan's house. Michelle, dressed as a nurse ("Morgan insisted," she explained earlier on) is just about to enter.
"I'll try and get him drinking," she says. "He's less careful that way. He lets his guard down. When you see me at the window-" she nods to the back bedroom window "-that's your signal to come in. Don't be late."
A look of determination on her face, she enters the house by the back door.
From where you are, you can see into a room on the lower floor. Morgan and Michelle are talking. Then, without warning, Morgan slaps her across the face.
"The bastard!" Susan hisses.
Morgan orders Michelle to strip and then makes her drink some beer. After that, he leads her from the room and you see a light in the back bedroom come on. Unfortunately he draws the curtains so you're not able to see what's going on.
A long time seems to pass…
"I don't like this," says Susan. "It shouldn't be taking this long. We should go in."
"We might ruin everything if we go in too early," you say.
"He's hurting her now. I can sense it. We can't just sit here and do nothing."
(1) Enter the house.
(2) Wait for Michelle's signal.

> 1 "Okay, let's go," you say.
The two of you creep towards the house but find the back door locked.
"Michelle was supposed to leave this open," Susan says.
"Don't you have a key?"
"No."
(1) Smash the door down.
(2) Have Susan head around the front of the house and knock loudly on the door to attract Morgan's attention while you break in here.

> 2 Susan hurries off around the front of the house and a few seconds later you hear her thumping on the front door. In the house, you hear someone moving around upstairs then footsteps on the stairs. The front door is opened and Morgan shouts "you fucking bitch!" and then there is the sound of a meaty punch and Susan screams.
Damn! You didn't expect he'd catch her there!
But there's nothing to be done about it now so you shove against the back door as hard as you can and, while you're not especially strong, the latch gives away easily enough and you tumble into the kitchen.
You freeze there, hoping that Morgan hasn't heard you but his struggles with Susan, who he now seems to have on the stairs, are obviously covering the sounds of your break in. You wince as you hear another meaty punch and after that you don't hear Susan any further. Morgan continues up the stairs, but this time more slowly as if he is carrying a heavy weight.
This is getting well out of hand, you realise, and you also realise there's a very good chance that Morgan will kill Susan and Michelle for this.
(1) Call the police.
(2) Creep up the stairs and try and kill him.

> 2 You climb the stairs. They seem incredibly creaky and you wince every time putting your foot down causes one of them to make a sound. At any moment, you expect Morgan to come charging out of one of the bedrooms and barrel into you. But you reach the top of the stairs and see no sign of him, until…
"Finally showing some nerve, eh, bitch?" you hear him say from one of the rooms. This is followed by a slap and someone, either Susan or Michelle, crying. "I always wondered if you'd ever try to take things this far. Never thought you'd be so fucking stupid as to think you could pull it off."
"You're going to die, Morgan!" you hear Michelle shout. "You're going to-"
Another slap.
"Keep that thought in mind while I hurt your sister, bitch. See this knife? See what it'll do when I stick it in her? Nasty stuff."
Damn. He's got a knife! And he's got both Susan and Michelle near to hand. If you rush in there now, at least one of you is going to get killed.
"You bastard!" Michelle hisses.
Another slap.
Morgan laughs. "You always were the mouthy one, Michelle. Always giving me lip. Well, let's see who lasts longest, eh. You swear at me, I slap you. We see who gives up first. But in the meantime, your sister's got an appointment with my knife."
(1) Try and distract him.
(2) Take your chances and rush him.
(3) Decide enough is enough. Get out of there and call the police. This has gone too far.

> 1 Easier said than done. You try to think of the best way to distract Morgan.
(1) Head downstairs and bang on the door and pretend to be the police.
(2) Start a fire downstairs.
(3) Start smashing the house up.

> 1 It's a bold plan and one you're not very confident of, but it's the best you can come up with on the spur of the moment. So hurry downstairs you do, out of the back door, around to the front and then thump on the door as hard and loud as you can.
"Police! Open up!" you cry. "Now! That is an order! Open this door!"
It sounds pretty lame to your ears but you don't have time to waste thinking up something more convincing. Even if Morgan doesn't really believe the police are at his front door, he can hardly go on hurting Susan and Michelle with someone pounding on his door and shouting like this.
But pound as you do, you don't hear any sign of him coming down the stairs to open the door.
(1) Bang harder and shout louder.
(2) Sneak around the back and enter the house again.

> 2 You rush back around the house. Just in time, too, as you hear Morgan come thundering down the stairs at the moment you step into the kitchen. You creep through the house as he leaves the house and stands there on his front yard, looking around in annoyance. He must be rattled because he's got a knife in his hand and he's not even trying to hide it from anyone passing by or watching from one of the neighbouring houses.
It takes all your nerve to sneak behind him and up the stairs but when you reach the top without him noticing you, you breathe a sigh of relief.
In the first room you come to you find Susan and Michelle. Both are chained up - Susan to the radiator (which is on and blistering her back) and Michelle to the bed. Both are naked and in other circumstances you might even appreciate the sight of them. But not now.
"Get us out of here!" Michelle says, struggling with her bonds. "Before he comes back!"
But the chains are padlocked and no doubt Morgan has the key on him.
(1) Try and break the chains.
(2) Hide behind the door and attack Morgan when he re-enters the room.

> 2 You crouch down behind the door and will Morgan to just enter the room normally and not get all suspicious. When you hear his footsteps on the stairs, you find yourself holding your breath. Then he enters the room. The first thing he does is go striding over to Susan and slap her hard across the face.
"Have you got an accomplice, you cunt?" he snarls. "Someone else in on this?"
"Fuck you!" snaps Susan.
Morgan raises his hand, clenches it into a fist, and draws it back as if to strike. That's when you step out from behind the door and stab the knife you took from the kitchen drawer that morning into his back. Morgan lurches away from you, crashes into the wall and falls to his knees. One hand scrabbles at the knife protruding from his back, but he is unable to pull it out. He collapses onto his side. His breathing comes in heavy gasps.
Without hesitation, you rush over and search him for keys. He makes a half-hearted attempts to stop you yet his hands lack the strength. You find the keys and use them to free Susan and Michelle.
"What do we do about him?" says Susan, pointing to Morgan. He has now lost consciousness and is lying in a puddle of spreading blood.
"Kill him," says Michelle.
Susan looks at her.
"He might recover, Michelle. We can't let that happen."
(1) Kill him.
(2) Leave him be.

> 1 Without stopping to think things through, you tug the knife out of Morgan's back and slash him across the throat with it. Several times.
"It had to be done," you say as the light fades from his eyes. "It had to be done."
...press a key...
Life seems to carry on pretty uneventfully afterwards. You go to school, you study hard (when you're not distracted by Susan (even after seeing her naked, the sight of her in the classroom is enough to take your breath away)), you watch your parents' marriage slowly dissolve until there's nothing left (some stories just don't have a happy ending in them) and your brother flush his future down the toilet. From time to time, you stop by Susan's house after school and you talk. Michelle is there sometimes. On several occasions, you come so close to blurting out something stupid about sex with them but you always manage to hold back. That's not why you helped them after all. You helped them because it was the decent thing to do.
But even so…
...press a key...
About three months after Morgan's death, Susan makes an announcement in class about a special trip the school is organising to the south coast. Only certain students, those with either the best grades or the best attendance records, are eligible to go. Oh, and those who did best at the special projects set by Miss Harris earlier in the year.
The south coast proves to be beautiful at that time of year and you get a great tan on your first day from lounging on the beach. But the best treat is when you arrive back in your hotel room that evening to find both Susan and Michelle waiting for you. In a serious state of undress as well.
"We've been having a talk," says Susan. "And we don't think we ever rewarded you for helping us with our… problem."
"Problem?" Michelle raises an eyebrow. "That's one way of looking at it I guess." She looks to you. "We're grateful for what you did, Melissa, and we realise you did it for no other reason than to help us. And you didn't even ask for a reward. That's something special."
"So we came to a decision," Susan goes on. "We decided that you're going to get your reward whether you want it or not." She smiles. "Consider that an order from your teacher."
Susan walks towards you, takes your head between her hands and kisses you full on the lips. At the same time, Michelle moves in behind you and caresses your breasts. You're in so much shock that something you've spent months fantasising about has finally happened that for a minute or more you just stand there, motionless, until Susan's fingers start to penetrate your vagina, and Michelle's penetrate your anus, and suddenly you come alive. You take hold of Susan's breasts and suck on each nipple in turn. Michelle forces two fingers into your anus and sensation, partway between pain and pleasure, sends tremors of delight coursing through you. Your first orgasm is the best one you've ever had, but the second is better still and the third is so amazing that you're surprised your heart doesn't just give in from the sheer thrill of it.
As you settle down to engage in some serious lesbian action with the woman of your dreams, and her equally voluptuous sister, you reflect that things have gone even better than you ever expected them to.
...press a key...
And so the game has ended. Did you reach a good ending or a bad one?
If you died or Miss Harris died, it's a fair bet that you reached a bad ending.
If Miss Harris departed unexpectedly or didn't want anything more to do with you, you've also reached a bad ending.
There are three good endings:
The best ending: you have sex with Susan and Michelle in a hotel on the south coast.
The reasonable ending: you have sex with Susan on a regular basis.
The average ending: you have sex with Susan and Michelle against their will.
If you reached the best ending (which is the one you should really be trying for), what score did you get? 73 is the best score possible in the game but anything over 60 is considered pretty good.