Yes/Tom & Tash/D-1(B) Br2/Keep Pushing

Current Ring Holder: Thomas (Tom) Morse

Oh this has got to be good! You can get her to agree to anything! The only question is, where to start?

"But you just said you want it didn't you?! But how much?" Yours words aren't aggressive, they're inquisitive. Your tone portrays no malice, only a desire to find out more, even if you know full well you're putting words in the teacher's mouth. "Do you dream about it every night? Do you think about it all the time? Do you think about it when you're with your husband, or with your kids? Is it that important to you? Would you give anything to make it happen?"

You didn't mean to make things worse, at least not this bad! You thought you could have your fun, but as soon as you get yourself going you just get carried away. It's like your possessed, or worse! Have you become addicted to the ring's power? You can hardly stop yourself. You're barely even aware of exactly what you're saying! There's a voice in your head screaming at you Oh God please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! For a second, you wonder what you're sister is thinking, but your mind has made it impossible to hold that consideration. Between your incessant pleading with yourself, and your alien hunger to keep going, the noises of war leave little space for anyone else!

The hunger wins, boosted by the submissive response the helpless woman can all but avoid.

"It's true!" She cries at you, tears actually working their way down her face. It's true all right! All I can think about you! All of you, what you'd look like, what you'd feel like. I'd give anything to have just one night with any of you."

"You mean the girls as well?" You just can't help yourself as Mrs Brans nods feebly. The various mouths around the room drop one by one as you continue to draw out all these secret 'truths'. Tash plants her head firmly into the desk in front of her. "I bet you want to see us all doing it together don't you?! Is that what you want most? Are you going to try and make it happen? Are you setting us that for homework, do we have to practise sleeping together?"

That's it, the question that snaps you out of your trance-like state, the question that makes you realise exactly what you've just done!

"Mrs Brans I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." Unable to finish the apology, you have no idea what you did! You know you pushed her to admit desires that are unhealthy for a teacher to have. You think you've just driven her to put sex on schedule for In House Interaction. But was it really you that out those thoughts there? Your mind breaks down as it floods with thoughts you have no idea how to process. Guilt, fear and shame all begin to creep in.

Oh cra-ap what've I done?! I'm gonna to be in so much trouble! What'll everyone think of me? What does Tash think of me?! Oh I wish I could just take it all back. I wish I'd never found this stupid thing. I wish...

"Thank you Tom, that will be your homework for tomorrow morning. I want you to pair up with someone you trust, and I want you to practise foreplay together, how you can make each other feel good. Tomorrow we will feed back together."

The whole thing has just become overwhelming. You feel yourself hyperventilating when as Tash thumps you in the arm.

"Tom what the heck was that?!"

"I don't know I..."

"You were being an idiot! What do we do if someone talks? If anyone else finds out you'll probably be expelled ya' blockhead!"

"Tash I'm sorry I don't know what happened..." You can barely speak, between the shock and the fear you're struggling to hold back tears. Your sobs, however, get no sympathy from your twin sister.

"Yeah, well, we'll talk about this later! But right now you have to deal with it before it gets any worse!"

"Ok. Ok. I can do it." You breathe heavily, trying to regain a little of your composure before your feeble attempt to repair some of the damage you have caused. "Mrs Brans," you begin, before retreating back again. "No I can't!" You mutter to yourself. The only thing that pushes you forward is a horrifyingly fierce glare from Tash. "Can I just say one thing?"

"You want to say more do you?" That doesn't sound good! "Yes, of course you can! But quickly, we need to move on."

You stand up and turn to the House Class as a whole, looking at the variety of people there. The House Classes are groups of 24 students that are mixed age, mixed gender, mixed just about everything really! The good news, the GCSE year groups aren't around today, which means you don't have to face too many people older than you with what you've done. The bad news, everyone else is! Going as young as age eleven, half the kids haven't even hit puberty yet!

What have I done?! Whatever your thoughts now, it's too late. You've done it. You've corrupted your teacher and changed the nature of this class probably forever. Even if you can't fix it, you have to at least make sure you don't get in trouble for it! "We have to keep this a secret don't we? We have to keep it between ourselves, never tell anyone else. That's for the best, isn't it?"

It done. A unanimous "yes" comes from every mouth in the room. At least that's something! At least you're all in agreement there. Your slight relief is still short lived as you retake your seat. Tash is quick to give you problem number two.

"And how do you think you're supposed to do the homework? How are we supposed to have a classmate over without mum knowing?!"

You consider for a short while before a smile appears across your face.

"No! No don't you dare!"

• You could ask Tash to do it with you. After all, she can't say no!
• What are best friends for? Ask Marcel!
• There's a new girl he class has been buddying.
• What the heck, why not at least make the best of it with all three of them!