Kittridge Compromised: Part 8

Kingdom Hall Tribunal

In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.

Eldon Kittridge gathered his family that Thursday night to attend a Ministry School meeting at his local Kingdom Hall. During that meeting, various members of the congregation prepared and delivered sermons based upon the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society's interpretation of scripture.

Male members stood at the podium unassisted to expound upon Watchtower doctrine. Younger males were groomed by reading directly from the Bible. More experienced males used intricate and often complicated logical stretches to drive their points home. Jehovah's witnesses practice a rationalistic religion.

Female members did not address the congregation standing at the podium. Rather, two or more females took the stage to demonstrate various persuasion techniques. One female would pretend to be a random homeowner in the field. The other female would demonstrate how to explain JW eschatology and or, how to handle various doctrinal objections.

Men always ran the meetings. These men were called 'elders'. Typically, they were the more experienced Christians in the group, it being their job to 'shepherd the flock'. These men strove to set a fine moral and spiritual example for the congregants. Too, they were tasked with keeping the congregation clean of sin.

Eldon Kittridge was an elder. On this particular Thursday, Eldon was in charge of the Service Meeting. He gave a fifteen-minute talk. He also was in charge of introducing the other speakers. Typically, these consisted of other elders and deacons working their way up through the church hierarchy.

As a young man, before his ex-communication James was a critical cog in this hierarchy. He had congregational privileges that included giving talks, passing microphones around during Bible discussions and proselytizing.

James' sudden ex-communication stained his family's reputation in the congregation. Whereas, at one time the Kittridge family was held as a model of Christian values, now the family harbored an unrepentant sinner.

Eldon Kittridge was torn about this loss of face. Eldon did not grow up in 'the Truth'. He was a convert. Eldon's wife Abby grew up as one of Jehovah's witnesses, but left the fellowship just months before meeting Eldon. Both of them were now fervent adherents to the faith. James' sin was a slap in the face. Technically, he was a grown man now, even though he was still a high school student. Eldon Kittridge could set a fine congregational example by emancipating James. This would be viewed by the congregation as appropriate discipline, and necessary to bring James back into the fold. James knew that he was being considered for emancipation, a nice way of saying he might get kicked out of the house.

James did not attend Kingdom Hall that night. Fanny did. She sat through the meeting in moral horror, knowing that she, too, existed in the midst of great mortal sin. Fanny bore the weight of guilt, believing that her brother were incestuously fornicating. It was a case so shocking that, even as a participant, Fanny was taken aback.

The siblings had not been intimate since the prior Sunday, which left Fanny both hurt and perplexed. She'd tried everything to bring James back to his penile worship between her thighs. Nothing seemed to work. As the meeting droned on and on, Fanny shuffled in her seat. Her panties were wet. She was ashamed of her wetness in this holy place.

Fanny looked over at her mother Abby. Abby Kittridge locked onto each speaker with a laser-like focus. Every word spoken from the podium came straight from Jehovah's organization and, as such, was worthy of her strict attention. Abby Kittridge was as hardcore a disciple as there was. If the Society said it, she believed it, and that settled it. Periodic changes in their doctrinal stance didn't bother her; New Light was God's method of advancing truth. Old Light was God's method of weeding out malingerers.

Abby Kittridge was no malingerer.

The meeting adjourned around nine thirty p.m. Various families got up to socialize. Absences were noted and asked after.

(No one asked about James. He was dis-fellowshipped.)

Of the fellowshipped, the time taken to renew the bonds of family and friendship is often noted as the best thing about Jehovah's witnesses. Eldon Kittridge and the other elders made it their business to connect with as many congregants as possible.

On the ride home Abby and Eldon interrogated their children about major points of the meeting. Abby made sure that her children were properly indoctrinated.

Each meeting, to Abby, was a spiritual feast of information, none of which could be wasted or taken for granted.

If the truth is told, just as Fanny's panties were wet with lust for her brother during the meeting, Abby's panties were wet with spiritual lust afterward. There were no Thursday night meetings where Abby's middle-aged libido did not require her husband's attention. She and Eldon exercised their marital due on each such occasion.

Upon arriving home, the Kittridge parents asked after the younger children's homework, though homework was a secondary consideration to meeting attendance. Fanny and James could and should have completed their homework on a non-meeting night. Neither of their parents could have helped much. The youngsters bathed and dressed for bed. Fanny cleaned the kitchen. Eldon Kittridge checked James' room and found him languidly searching the Internet.

"Brother Morgan gave a fine talk tonight. You should have been there," he said.

Bob Morgan was a close friend of James', that is, until James 'left the Truth'. They hadn't spoken since. Eldon Kittridge's comment constituted a reproach. James nodded his head in acknowledgement.

By eleven p.m. the younger Kittridge children were in bed. Abby Kittridge checked her refrigerator for breakfast supplies. Eldon checked to see that all the doors were locked. Fanny retreated to her downstairs bedroom. The family's natural Thursday rhythms were intact.

Eldon Kittridge climbed the stairs to his second floor bedroom. He closed the bedroom door behind him, turned, and found his wife standing there in her see-thru negligee.

At the age of forty-seven, Abigail Kittridge was still fine. Four children had exited her womb; Abby retained a goodly number of her youthful assets. Her breasts stood nicely. Yes, she was a little thicker around her mid-section and some side bacon, but she could still look down between her tits and see her pubic mound. Her skin was a nice shade of cocoa. Her waist dimpled nicely before spreading into a dowager black woman's ass. There was no sag in her cheeks or chin, nor was there any cottage cheese pitting in her behind.

She stood in the midst of her bedroom, almost naked, posing for her husband. They fucked every Thursday, Sunday and Tuesday without fail, and had done so for the past twenty-three years.

Eldon Kittridge had seen this woman fully naked on thousands of occasions. The vision of her cunt no longer aroused him. He still looked forward to fucking her. Abby crawled into bed while Eldon doffed his clothing. Her negligee remained in place; she preferred to have him take it off her.

In bed together, they did not kiss or fondle. They were far past these pedestrian pursuits. Instead, they lay side-by-side, each using one hand to masturbate the other. Abby jacked Eldon erect; Eldon fingered Abby wet. Neither option took very long.

With his phallus only partially turgid, Eldon mounted his wife in missionary. She directed his pliable phallus into her port. Starting slowly, Eldon's phallus firmed up as they went. Abby always looked forward to this initial stiffening. Once they got started, Eldon was very longwinded. He regularly fucked her through any number of orgasms. Abby wasn't shy about expressing herself sexually. When she really got going, she would often slip and verbalize vulgar expletives of joy.

Missionary sex comprised the bulk of their repertoire. Eldon licked Abby's tits and cunt from time to time. Abby never sucked his dick. Nor was anal sex an option. They followed the unspoken rules of Christian sexual behavior. What Would Jesus Do? Abby's devolution into scatology while cumming was as far as they delved into freakiness. Once, she'd even uttered the phrase "Fuck me!" Eldon chastened her immediately. That type of talk smacked of the world.

Tonight, Eldon's uncircumcised phallus lengthened as it hardened. Abby always looked forward to this phenomenon. He started out at one thickness, improving under the impetus of her cunt until he was exponentially thicker. Abby began to groan in conjunction with his endless thrusts.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Uh! Oh! Shit!"

Her groans amplified in intensity and loudness as Eldon worked himself into a lather. He knew the clasp and the slide of his wife's Cunt well. He knew that it worked best after a spiritual reckoning at the Kingdom Hall. This was "old" cunt. Eldon was never in danger of capitulating before her wiles. Rather, he counted her orgasms, actively seeking amplification, and ready to inseminate her at any moment on his own terms.

For years after the birth of their last child, Abby Kittridge relied upon birth control. But she'd abandoned those artificial methods of late, even though she was still capable of pregnancy.

Tonight, Eldon’s strident thrusting tippled her sensual triggers early on. She climaxed loudly twice. Abby Kittridge was climbing Jacob's Ladder to a third orgasm when she sensed an anomaly in the Force. There was a low, thumping noise, almost imperceptible, driving in the background. At first she thought it was the sound of her headboard bouncing against the wall. She slowed her pelvic gyrations. The sound persisted abnormally before quieting.

Abby and Eldon went back to work. Gradually, the low, thumping hum returned, continuing until just after Abby and Eldon quieted again.

She looked at her husband. He'd heard the sound, too. Parents have antennae for unnatural, late night sounds in their home. Inasmuch as the sound died out, Eldon continued the task at hand, that is, stroking a hot piece of cunt.

On five separate occasions the low, thumping sound came, out of rhythm with the couple's efforts. Each time they sought to identify it, the sound disappeared.

Finally, Eldon withdrew his phallus from its place of honor. He threw on his bathrobe and stepped to his bedroom door, intending to seek the source of the sound. Slowly, he turned the doorknob and stepped into the hallway. Pausing, he heard nothing. He waited. The house was silent.

Eldon retreated to his bedroom. He stepped of his bathrobe. Abby would see that his tumescence remained. He mounted her again, but before they could pick up where they left off, the low, thumping sound returned.

Aggravated, Eldon clambered from the bed and eased back out into the hall. Nothing. This time he waited, suspecting he knew the source. James was masturbating in bed.

Normally, a father with an eighteen-year old son concedes that his boy masturbates. All boys do it. Eldon himself had been a ruthless masturbator as a teen.

As an elder, however, Eldon Kittridge had to consider the spiritual cleanliness of his home. James, already disfellowshipped for sexual immorality, was on thin ice anyway. Eldon put his ear to James' bedroom door. Initially, he heard nothing. Slowly the thumping noise returned.

Eldon turned the knob slowly so as not to be detected. James' door was locked. The room had one of those Spam key locks. Eldon reached up to get the key from the doorframe. Even more slowly than before, Eldon unlocked the door. He hoped to catch his son in the act, embarrass him and add this incident as another straw for the camel's back.

Bursting suddenly into James' room, Eldon was astounded to find his daughter Fanny, ass naked, mounted atop his son James. They were fornicating.

Eldon's sudden entrance caused the naked siblings to explode in an effort to dive under the covers. This effort was largely wasted. Grown people know sexual activity when they see it. Eldon was shocked speechless. He didn't need a second look This was not masturbation. This was sin, the likes of which he'd never considered possible.

Fanny burst into tears.

Abby Kittridge now joined Eldon Kittridge standing shocked in James Kittridge's doorway. Fanny's tears became an outright wail. She and James were cold busted.

James and Fanny Got Busted.

Eldon Kittridge took his wife into his arms. She was distraught. Slowly, the two of them stepped away from James' doorway, closing the door behind them. Eldon suppressed the urge to kill both his eldest children. Instead, he deterred Abby's urge to do the same. They waited.

Fanny burst from James' bedroom, fully clothed now. She raced past her parents down the stairs, intending to hide in her room.

"Hold it, young lady," came Eldon's stentorian voice.

Fanny expected this. She paused at the foot of the stairs without turning to face her parents. The family was in a moment of crisis. Hiding in her room was not going to erase her sin.

James didn't wait to be called. He trudged to his doorway in his underwear, knowing that recriminations and consequences (all bad) were imminent.

Eldon led his wife and the incestuous James downstairs to the dining room table with a heavy heart. Abby Kittridge's measured breathing bespoke her rage. Fanny continued to cry. James just looked downward, unable to brook his parent's gaze.

"How long has this been going on?" Eldon Kittridge demanded.

It was not a question. It was an accusation.

Fanny began to gag. James didn't reply.

"How long has this been going on!" Eldon Kittridge reiterated brusquely.

"A week or two," James mumbled.

Several issues were in play here. Firstly, the Kittridges now harbored two sinners, not just one, in their home. Of these, one was newly initiated into the genre. Fanny was still a golden member of the congregation, entitled to a hearing in lieu of her statement of repentance and, it must be said, the presumption of innocence. The other sinner had proven that he was not on the path to restoration. Worse, he'd inveigled a formerly pristine member of their family into his nefarious web of sexual filth.

It was this last sin that put James most at risk. By Jehovah's witness doctrine, Fanny could still be redeemed. James, already dis-fellowshipped, stood in need of further, harsher discipline.

"Fanny, you're aware of the scriptural prohibition against pre-marital sex. And yet you committed this act anyway. Can you tell us how this happened?" Eldon sternly inquired.

Eldon Kittridge was not in dad mode now. In dad mode he might want to physically attack the man who'd imperiled his daughter's hopes for eternal life in God's New System of things. (Jehovah's witnesses believe in a future paradise on Earth under a heavenly government).

 Eldon might want to curse and fight. Eldon was operating in elder mode now. By that standard he had to view the situation dispassionately. Fanny would have to be brought up before a council of elders. James was entirely Eldon's problem.

Fanny could not answer her father. She existed in terror and shame. Her Cunt's trenchant needs had led her astray.

Eldon Kittridge quickly realized that he would get nothing from his daughter that night. She was incapable of dealing with her mortal sin in the moment. He'd known immediately what needed to be done with James.

"Fanny, go get in the bed. We'll deal with you tomorrow," he announced.

Fanny bolted the table, disappearing down the hall, into her room.

Eldon and Abby Kittridge stayed behind with James. Eldon allowed an uncomfortable silence to settle over the proceedings. He had something to say, something that all of them knew was coming.

"James. You're a grown man now. We have stood by you even though other members of the congregation have advised us otherwise. We have fed and clothed you. We've put a roof over your head. And this is how you've repaid us? By bringing your; your Filth into your own family? It's one thing to fornicate with worldly girls. You've brought this disease into My home! You've inveigled your own sister into mortal sin! She may get dis-fellowshipped because of you! Who's next? Little Jill; or Jayce?

Eldon Kittridge allowed his rage to build and double.

"James, I cannot allow this to continue. You will have to leave my home. You will have to find your own way in the world that you have chosen. Do you understand me?"

James understood. He'd expected this. He didn't expect what came next.

"Gather your things. It's time for you to leave."

James was taken aback.

"Now?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes. Now."

It was one o'clock in the morning.

"Where am I supposed to go at this hour?"

"That's your problem, James. Don't let the sunrise find you here. I'll throw your things into the street."

"Dad! I;"

"Don't 'Dad' me. You've betrayed me as a man. You've soiled my daughter. I cannot have you here. It's all I can do to refrain from whipping your ass. GO!"

James' Dilemma.

Tony Gilbert hadn't had a decent piece of cunt in several days. His last sexual encounter (with long-time girlfriend Margaret Cameron) consisted of more-of-the-same. Of late their sex had become marital, that is, on schedule and without variety. Tony was well acquainted with Margaret's primary sexual orifices by now. Both of those holes soaked in gallons of his seed.

Like his friends, Tony had some cunt on the side, indeed, at one point Margaret had been a member of Tony's other-snatch harem. Now, as his regular girlfriend, Tony took every opportunity to step out on her. In this wise he was little different than his contemporaries. Tony's seraglio consisted of Margaret, Chiya Sakai, Rosanne Peraino, Donna Dennison and GeorgeAnn Vachetto. Occasionally, Tony hooked up with Dana Chandler and Jonna Kindler, though these latter trysts tended to be few and far between. Both those girls had seraglios of their own.

Margaret knew Tony was cheating. She did her best to drain him, leaving him without the time and/or energy for othersnatch. At the same time, Margaret tended to her duties as a part of Delphia's crew. She fucked other boys at Delphia's behest. Margaret didn't consider this behavior to be "cheating". To her, this behavior was merely paying dues for membership in the club.

On the Thursday in question, Margaret, Chiya and Delphia triple-teamed Kurt Kuhlmann in the school auditorium. Delphia bet both her friends that they couldn't make Kurt cum. She offered a twenty to the girl that managed it. None of them did.

Delphia assured her two friends that she would successfully take Kurt away from his girlfriend Denise. She bet a twenty on that, too. Margaret didn't say anything, but she doubted it. She'd seen Kurt and Denise around town. They looked like a happy couple.

Margaret recalled her earlier congress with Kurt. He'd been mechanical, seemingly unaffected by her Cuntl charms. They'd fucked doggy-style. His phallus was thicker than Tony's. He'd fucked her through several searing orgasms, but his detached authoritarian manner put her off. Delphia liked it, though.

In any case, Margaret didn't feel up to fucking Tony that day. Her cunt was wrecked. She thought Tony would notice. This left Tony with a three-day window since his last orgasm. He was either going to fuck or wind up with his dick in his palm.

Early that Thursday evening Tony retired to his bedroom. Using his cell phone, he called Rosanne Peraino. They chit-chatted for a while before Tony got down to brass tacks. He needed some cunt. It being a school night and only eight degrees outside, there was no way Rosanne was going to leave her comfortable home just for a piece of ass. Rather, she described her craving for dick, his dick in particular, and told him what she'd do with it, if only it had been in reach. Tony mentioned how he'd like to set her on an armrest, yank her ankles up into the air and fuck her blind. Rosanne admitted that she'd like nothing better, but first, she said, she possessed a nice esophagus, with a big clit in it, that required his immediate attention. This led to a prolonged conversation of intrigue and fantasy, ending when both of them collapsed under their strident masturbatory efforts, Tony's stomach and chest covered in jizz, Rosanne's phallus-shapped dildo sweaty wet with punani froth.

Later that night, very late, Tony awakened abruptly with a raging hard-on. This was not unusual. He was nineteen years old. He hadn't bothered to wipe the jism away from his torso. Now it dried and felt all crinkly between his nipples. Tony realized that this boner was not going to subside on its own. It needed the wetness and swelter of a Cunt to achieve a measure of succor. Tony stroked himself diffidently, already knowing the solution to his problem, always wondering if the solution was worth the risk.

He listened the household closely. Long-term residents develop a sixth sense for the rhythms of their homes. Is anyone else awake? Is anyone else moving around? If I move around will anyone detect me? All these questions crossed Tony's mind each time he made that late night surreptitious move to his stepsister's room. Their parent's slept just next door. They, too, had a sixth sense for household rhythms.

Quietly, Tony exited his bed and tiptoed into Delphia's room, less than ten feet away. Delphia, as usual, was snoring in her bed, warmly wrapped in a Disney-themed comforter. The other bed was empty; Margaret was not visiting that night.

Standing next to her bed, Tony paused to note his sister's beauty. In repose Delphia projected the youthful innocence she shed during her waking hours. She lacked the snarky, insouciant attitude she so carefully cultivated for the daytime world. In sleep, Delphia was an angel, a beacon of light. Tony knew why so many boys flocked to be around her, knew why so many of them longed to fuck her.

"I'd wanna fuck her, too!" he noted.

Then it occurred to him.

"Wait a minute. I am fucking her!"

Dumbass!

Tony chuckled at himself. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he jostled her slightly. She was used to this. Delphia cracked her eyes.

"Again?"

Delphia drew several deep breaths before shedding her comforter against the inevitable. She wore a short satin nightgown without any panties. Slowly, Delphia rolled over into the semi-doggie position, knees partially drawn up, before closing her eyes again. Tony's dick always seemed to be awake at two o'clock in the morning. She hoped he'd be quick this time.

Tony lifted her nightgown to expose her buttocks. The room was dark. He couldn't see her split, but like a married man he knew where it was. Tony mounted his sister silently and inserted himself. As always, she was wet.

They fucked in silence, only occasionally launching accidental sticky cunt thwack, a sound that didn't penetrate Delphia's bedroom walls

Delphia was not aroused. In fact, she was a little annoyed. This was Tony's third nocturnal visit that week. He always sneaked in in the middle of the night, nudging her awake before slipping his cock into her cunt, ramming it back and forth a few times, pulling it out and jizzing up her ass. He never thought to loosen her up with a back lick. He never let her get on top. Did this mutherfucker ever sleep?

Delphia gritted her teeth.

"That damn Margaret Cameron better get on her J.O.B."

Tony continued sloshing his phallus about in Delphia's cunt. He was edging. She'd been unusually wet this time, and somewhat unresponsive. Usually she gave him some swirl.

"Whatever," he grumbled.

Now he made a beeline for her sphincter, pulling out of her cunt and punching a hole in her anus. Delphia was grateful. It was almost over.

"He'll cum in the minute and I can get back to sleep."

The doorbell rang.

James Out on His Own.

Tony leapt from his place of honor raging rump between Delphia's cakes. Deftly, he dove into her closet. Delphia wrapped herself in her comforter, feigning sleep. They heard Thornton Gilbert, the family patriarch, stepping from his bedroom. Tony and Delphia cringed as their father's footsteps reverberated down the stairs. Tony peeked out to see if his mother followed. She did not. Tony took this opportunity to slip back into his own bedroom.

From his bed, Tony heard muffled voices at the front door. Soon that door closed and he heard those same muffled voices downstairs. Whomever had come to the door was now inside. Tony couldn't contain his curiosity. He threw on a bathrobe, intending to investigate. It's not often that their doorbell rang at nearly three o'clock in the morning.

"Jamesy!"

Tony used the affectionate moniker for his friend, all the while wondering why he'd showed up on their doorstep at this hour. James was in the process of explaining himself to Tony's dad.

James’ trembling voice was weak and pleading; "and we got into a fight. And he put me out. Mr. Gilbert, I don't have any place to go. It's cold outside. I was wondering if I could stay here until the morning. I'll go to school and talk to my guidance counselor. I think I can handle things from there."

Dawn was five hours away. The school bus would come in three.

"Umm, sure James, sure. Do you want me to call your dad and tell him where you are?"

"No, Mr. Gilbert. Please don't do that. I don't want him to know where I am. You understand, don't you?"

"Umm; umm. Yeh. I understand," Mr. Gilbert answered.

In reality, Thornton Gilbert knew he'd have to contact James' parents. It's what friends and neighbors did. It's what he'd want if ever he had to emancipate Tony. Thornton decided to make that call later in the morning.

"Come on in. Take your jacket off, James. Umm, you don't mind sleeping on the couch, do you?"

Of course, James didn't mind. He'd spent a good chunk of his childhood playing on that couch in the Gilbert' family room, had fucked Delphia on it a, time or more, too.

Mr. Gilbert went to get a thick comforter for James. He brought a towel and a washcloth, too.

"I'll see you in the morning," he said, leaving Tony and James alone in the family room. Tony waited until he heard his father settling into bed upstairs.

"The Fuck! What happened to you!" Tony opened.

Tony was aware of James' ex-communication. He couldn't believe that James' own family was shunning him. He suspected this sudden emancipation flowed from that earlier action.

It did.

"He caught me fucking another girl," James answered.

"Who?" asked Tony.

James didn't want to answer honestly. Instead, he inserted Tonya Costellano's name where Fanny's should have been.

"How did he catch you and Tonya?" Tony asked. "You told him?"

James was flummoxed. He didn't lie well.

"Ye, yes. I didn't want to lie to him," James lied.

"Damn, dawg! And he put your ass out of the house! What are you going to do?"

Delphia Gilbert was just now making her way down the stairs. She wore her housecoat with her nightgown underneath. Under that she wore nothing. Seeing James, her saucy attitude returned.

"What are you doing in my house?" she demanded.

"I won't be here long," James mumbled.

"He'll be here as long as I say he can be here, girl. Go back to bed." Tony ordered.

"Ah ah. Ah ah. Get your shit and get out!" Delphia said.

"His dad put him out of the house, Delphia." Tony remarked.

This cast things into a different light. Delphia knew that James wasn't ready to fend for himself. None of them were. The fact that her father had gone back to bed while James was downstairs told her that he'd approved this sleepover. She didn't have the authority to kick James out. And she knew it.

"What'd you do?" she asked.

"It's a long story," James replied.

"I got time. Did it have to do with us?" Delphia continued.

"No," said James, without elaborating.

She knew that James' parents didn't like her, given that she'd led their son into sin. Delphia hadn't been to the Kittridge home in months, not even to retrieve parcel deliveries. And now her heart's desire was back within her grasp.

"Well, y'all stay down here. I'm going back to bed," she announced.

And she left. Tony took up a spot in the family Barcalounger next to the couch. He and James chatted awhile. Tony told James about his conversation with Rosanne earlier.

"Phone sex?" said James.

They both laughed. Neither man admitted that he'd been having sex with his own sister that night. Tony wanted to know how James had hooked up with Tonya, his ex-girlfriend's sister.

"I haven't fucked her in months!" Tony said.

In the morning, Mrs. Gilbert awakened and made a hot breakfast for everyone. She intended to call Abby Kittridge at first light to tell her of James' whereabouts. James thanked the Gilberts for their hospitality. He threw on his overcoat. He, Tony and Delphia made their way to the bus stop together.

 Later that day, James’ guidance counselor would provide the necessary copies of legal documents from his school records. Records which would reveal who James’ parents truly were, and how he came to be a part of the Kittridge family.

 It then occurred to James that of all the sins his parents condemned him for, Incest was never once mentioned? He immediately picked up his phone to send a text to Fanny. The screen returned the message; “Network service disconnected.”

He left the counselor’s office and waited outside her next-hour classroom door. She was not there. The school office confirmed her absence for that entire day.

Based on the works of Bardot1990 for Literotica