Gary smirked at her. "You should be getting used to it by now," he joked. "Thatcupboard a couple of weeks ago was no bigger."

Sharon laughed in agreement. What with the filming in the Woodwork Shop, andnow in Neil’s bedroom, she was becoming something of an expert in this sort ofthing. Perhaps, she reflected, she should look into becoming a privatedetective. There must be a lot of money in doing this sort of thing for divorcecases in the like.

The 18 year-old girl settled back against the closet wall as her friend andsometime boyfriend adjusted the tripod and camera in front of her to give her alittle more room. She was looking forward to the upcoming events, although shestill found it hard to believe that Stacy would show up and go through with it.Imagine… the Ice Queen agreeing to fuck Neil! (Imagine anyone agreeing tofuck Neil.) And she was there to get it all on tape! Between the camera she wasrunning, and the second video camera set up on the bookshelf beside Neil’s bed,they should be able to catch the whole event for posterity. And after that,Gary had plans for Stacy that made Sharon wet and shivery just thinking aboutthem. She hated Stacy, and all of the stuck up cunts like her at school. Thechance to fuck one of them over was irresistible for her.

"You OK?" Gary broke into her thoughts. The camera was set up in front of her,and everything was ready.

"Gimmie a kiss," she ordered, reaching up. Gary leaned over and kissed herfully on the mouth, his tongue playing with hers. She could tell that he was asexcited about what was going to happen as she was, despite his calm manner.Maybe they had time to…

"Hey hey," Neil called out jokingly, entering the bedroom. "This is supposed tobe my night. Knock it off." Reluctantly, Sharon let go of Gary and settled backdown into her position in the closet. Trust Neil to show up at the wrong time.Gary smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders.

"Later," he whispered.

Sharon shivered as he partially closed the closet door, leaving it open just acrack. "Shit," she muttered to herself, trying to get comfortable. A fewmoments later, she was wishing that she had a cigarette.

Stacy preceded Neil into his bedroom and stood there while he closed the doorbehind him. She was wearing blue jeans and a yellow tee-shirt, and had herblonde hair pulled up into a simple ponytail.

"Like it?" Neil asked, gesturing vaguely towards the room. Stacy looked around.It was a small, basement bedroom, surprisingly bright considering the fact thatthere was only one, small window. The light, however, did the room no favours.It merely exposed the battered '70s-style wood panelling that covered thewalls. That, along with the worn shag carpet gave the room a slightly sleazylook to it. More or less what Stacy would have expected. Besides the bed - asingle bed, she noticed - which sat in the corner of the room next to thecloset, the only furniture in the room was a battered couch and coffee tableset up under the window. The table was covered with comics and magazines, aswere the bookshelves which lines the wall over the bed.

"Nice," she said sarcastically. "I can see you’ve done a lot with it." Beforecoming, she had decided to be as pliant as she could be, to go along witheverything as quickly as possible, but now that she was here, she was unable toconceal her contempt and anger.

Neil did not react to her sarcasm. "Like a drink?" he asked, pulling out abottle from under the coffee table. "Whiskey. I’m having one."

The last thing Stacy wanted to do was hang around for a casual drink, but aslong as he was going to have one, she figured she may as well have a drink aswell. It might even make things a little easier. "Yeah, fine," she answered."With water." Gingerly, she sat down on the edge of the couch, careful to avoidthe magazines and - she now saw - cigarette ashes which were spread out on thecushion. Neil disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and mixed the drinks. Sheheard the water running for a moment, and then he returned with two glasses. Hehanded one to her and then raised his drink in salute: "To us," he stated.

Stacy just stared at him for a moment. Fuck you, she thought. "To us," sheechoed unwillingly, raising her own glass. After this is over, she toldherself, taking a sip of the drink, I’m going to have to get this asshole takencare of. She knew a few guys on the football team who…

"So," Neil interrupted her thoughts, sitting down next to her on the couch,"did you have a nice weekend?"

Oh fine, she thought, small talk. Asshole. "Just great," she answeredsarcastically. "How about you?"

"I’ve been horny all weekend," he told her, "thinking of you."

His directness and unapologetic crudity shook her, reminding her of hersituation, and why she was here. Best to get it over with as soon as possible.Deliberately, she drained the glass in one gulp and slammed it down on thecoffee table. "Stop fucking around. Let’s get on with it."

Neil, however, was in no hurry. He took a casual sip of his drink and smiled ather. "Get on with what?"

"You know." She gestured vaguely with her hand. "…It."

"It?"

"Sex," she blurted out. Just how stupid was he? "That’s what you want, isn’tit? That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?" She flushed and looked down. He wasn’tmaking this easy on her.

Neil suddenly reached over and grabbed her face, turning it towards him so hecould look straight into her large green eyes. "No," he told her. "I don’t justwant sex." He mimicked the way she had reluctantly said the word. "I want tofuck you." He made a point of emphasising the crudity. "We’re going to fuck.Ball. Screw. Get it on." He got up and walked to the bed, pulling his shirtover his head; the complexion of his back matched that of his face. "Butfirst," he said, carelessly throwing the shirt onto the floor beside the bed,"you’re going to have to ask."

"Ask?" Stacy’s head swam in disbelief. She felt a little dizzy, probably fromthe drink. "Ask?"

Neil lay down on the bed, put his hands behind his head and grinned over ather. "You’re going to ask me to fuck you," he told her. "And then, if you asknicely, I’ll do it."

"You’re out of your mind!" Stacy tried to get up from the couch, but stumbledagainst the coffee table and sprawled back onto her ass, knocking over a pileof magazines. "I’m not going to ask you…"

"Alright," Neil interrupted her. "Then go." He pointed towards the door. "Butby the end of the school day tomorrow, that tape will be in Dr. Grossmann’soffice." (Dr. Grossmann was the school principal.)

Stacy lurched back to her feet, carefully this time, her head spinning."B-but…"

"Well?" Neil was relentless. "What’s it going to be?"

Stacy grasped at a straw. "But you said yesterday that I wasn’t supposed toswear around you," she begged. "You said it made me sound cheap." She was morethan a little humiliated at having to make this argument, but it was all shehad. Surely he wasn’t going to force her to…

"That was in yesterday," he told her, smirking. "Now, I want you to soundcheap; you are cheap."

"You bastard!" The tears were starting to flow down her face. "You bastard."

"It’s your choice," he told her. "Take it or leave it. Either you ask me realnice to fuck you, or you get the hell out of here. What’s it gonna be?"

Gary watched intently from his position in the yard outside the window. Fromwhere he sat, peering through a small opening in the blinds, he could seeeverything that was happening, but was unable to hear what was being said.Silently, he cursed himself for not opening the window a crack, but it was toolate for that. Hopefully, Neil wasn’t fucking up. Still, he would hear it alllater from the video tape. He hoped Sharon was ready.

Inside, it looked as if things were shaping up nicely despite his worrying.Neil had got Stacy to take the drink which Gary had specially prepared for her.Beside the alcohol content, he had mixed in a small amount of a depressant - tolower her inhibitions and a stimulant - to keep her awake and heighten hersenses. Between the two drugs, he hoped the mixture would have the desiredeffect.