Thursday after cheerleading practice Kelly Ann wandered over to Jessica’s house. Marie let her in and led her to the kitchen, where Jessica sat at the table behind a pile of financial papers. She glanced up at Kelly, who immediately apologized. “If this is a bad time….”

“Not at all,” answered Jessica, “I was ready to knock off anyway. Let’s go out on the patio. You want something to drink?” As they left the kitchen, Kelly noticed that Marie was hard at work at the sink, washing a variety of dildos, vibrators, and other toys that she didn’t recognize.

Kelly had an iced tea and Jessica a martini as they sat enjoying the cool evening air. Kelly had something on her mind, though. “I think you’ve created a monster,” she told Jessica.

“What do you mean?”

“Katrina! She won’t keep her hands off me. Every time nobody’s around she starts fondling me. Yesterday we were the only ones in the girls’ room, and she asked if she could go down on me in one of the stalls. She’s out of control.”

“So ask her to stop,” said Jessica.

“When I ask her to stop, she does, but I’m afraid she’s going to do something stupid and get us all in trouble. Listen to this — yesterday, after practice, I went to Ms. London’s office to invite her to the party this weekend like you asked me to. The door was closed so I knocked, and a voice told me to come in — but it wasn’t Ms. L, it was Katrina, I mean Kat… that’s the other thing, she’s been telling everybody to call her Kat now, says it suits her new personality better.”

“Hmmm, interesting,” Jessica responded thoughtfully. “And then what happened?”

“I go in and Kat’s sitting behind the desk with a funny look on her face. I ask where Ms. L is and she points under the desk. So I walk around and Ms. L is on her knees down there eating Kat out.”

“You were scandalized?”

“Well, it got me really hot, actually, and I ended up joining in. But she started it.”

“So you’re worried and you want me to talk with her?”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all. Why don’t you two come over a little early tomorrow and I’ll have a word.”

* * *

As it happened, Jackie London was also thinking about what had transpired the previous day. After cheerleading practice she’d gone back to her classroom to get her stuff together to go home. It had been a long week already — an exciting one, to be sure, but she had a lot to think about. She intended to open a bottle of white wine, sit out on her porch, and watch the sun slowly sink below the horizon.

But then Katrina — or Kat, as Jackie was trying to get used to calling her — came into the room and shut the door behind her. Jackie immediately felt a knot in her stomach and a flutter between her legs; Kat looked stunningly sexy, glowing with post-practice sweat and endorphins.