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Subject: {MichaelD} "Orange County Babylon" Part 5 (2/5) (mf, ff, teen, "rape," rom)
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                                                       XXIII.

	Joe waited a few days before making his move.  He almost approached Corinne
on Monday, but lost his nerve.  Wednesday afternoons there was normally no
football practice.  When he got home around four, he knew he had to do it or
wait another week.  Corinne's parents were still at work and so were his, but
his mother would be home in a little over an hour.  He set up the camcorder in
his room and walked across the street.  He had a sinking feeling that he was
about to do something very wrong, but he couldn't quite stop himself.
	He rang the doorbell and Corinne answered a moment later.
	"Hi."
	"Hi."  She regarded him cautiously, clearly not trusting his motives for
coming over.
	"I, uh, I've got something you might want to see."
	"What?"
	"I was down by the park the other night, you know the one behind the K-Mart,
and I saw your car parked over in the back."
	Corinne gasped, putting her hand over her mouth.
	"I was picking up my dad's camcorder, he, um, had it down there to get it
fixed, and it went on somehow.  Anyway, I, uh, I got a tape of you.  You and
Michelle."
	The color had drained completely out of Corinne's face, and she stood there,
frozen to the spot.
	"I thought you might like to see it, you know, just to see what it looked
like."
	She was breathing heavily.
	"You taped us?"
	"Not on purpose."
	Her terror turned into a scowl.
	"Yeah, right."
	"Anyway, you wanna see it?"
	She glanced up and down the street, not moving.
	"No one else knows.  I'm not, like, hiding the team in my house or anything."
	She stared at him icily.
	"No one else knows?"
	"No."
	She closed her eyes, trying to regain some composure.
	"Okay.  Let's see it."
	 Joe walked over to his house and Corinne followed behind him.  He let her
in, and led her up to his room.  She took in the adolescent clutter of his
small domain, arms crossed tightly, remaining as close to the door as she
could while still getting a serviceable view of the TV screen.  Joe looked at
her, then looked away, avoiding her glare.  He turned on the TV, then started
the tape.  She watched for a minute.  Then she closed her eyes, putting a hand
over her face.
	"Fucking pervert."
	He saw her swallow roughly.  A tear ran down her cheek, and she wiped at it.
He suddenly didn't feel so great about this idea.
	"What do you want?"
	"I just wanted to ask you something."
	She dropped her hand, staring up at the ceiling, wiping her face.
	"Oh, God.  You want to ask me what it's like to do it with another girl?
You're so pathetic."
	"No, no, not about you."
	She looked back at him, her gaze hardening.
	"Well . . . what, then?"
	"You're friends with Jack O'Leary, right?"
	Her eyes widened.
	"Yeah.  Why?"
	"What's the deal with him and Summer and Becky and Karen?  They act like
they're all his girlfriends.  I figured since you're friends with all of them,
you'd know."
	Her jaw dropped.  She closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands.
Joe watched her, his sense of amazement growing.  There was something going
on!
	Corinne took a ragged breath and dropped her hands, staring at the floor.
	"You want to see my breasts, right?  That's what this is really about.
That's why you were spying on us, isn't it?  I know it's what you've always
wanted."
	"Uh . . ."
	"If I show you, will you give me the tape?"
	Joe stood there in a daze, thrown completely off-track by her offer.  He did
want to know what Jack was doing, but the chance to have Corinne expose
herself to him-right here in his bedroom!-when would he ever have an
opportunity like that again?
	He had to force out his reply.
	"Okay."
	Corinne's eyes closed, and her hands tightened into fists.  Holding her arms
close to her body, she pulled her T-shirt out of her shorts, then pulled it
over her head.  Not seeming to want to drop it on the floor, she shoved it
between her knees.  She wore what Joe guessed was one of those full-figure
bras, huge white cups that covered most of her chest.  Corinne reached behind
her back and undid the hooks, letting it fall forward.  She held it tightly in
one hand and stood still, not looking at him.
	It wasn't quite the thrilling experience Joe had always fantasized about.
Yes, his stomach was doing somersaults, but his growing sense of disgust with
himself flattened any real arousal.  Before he had completed the thought, his
hand rose up and touched the side of her left breast.  Startled, she slapped
his arm away.
	"God," she said.  "Are you done now?  Can I get dressed?"
	He turned away toward the TV.
	"Yeah."
	Not watching her dress, he pulled the tape out of the camcorder.  When she
finished tucking her shirt into her shorts, he handed it to her.  She snatched
it away from him.
	She held the tape tightly in her hand, staring up at the ceiling.
	"I will hate you until the day I die.  You are the lowest form of life I have
ever known.  If you tell anyone about this, I will devote the rest of my life
to making you as miserable as I am now.  I will tell Jack everything, and he
will beat you within an inch of your life.  Believe me, he will do it."
	"Corinne-"
	"Go to hell."
	He watched her leave his room, and listened to her running down the stairs
and out the front door.  He looked out his window.  Corinne was walking
quickly across the street, pulling the tape out of the cassette.  She pulled
it faster, fighting with it, then threw it at the gutter.  She stopped in the
street, hands over her face.  After that he couldn't watch any more, and he
sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall.

	Thursday afternoon as Jack was leaving Pre-Calculus, someone came up behind
him, grabbing his arm.
	"Come with me," Karen said.  "You are not going to believe this."
	"What?"
	"Wait.  Not here."
	She led him to a quiet end of the campus under a tree.
	"Okay.  You know about Corinne and Michelle, right?"
	"Sure."
	"They've developed this habit of driving down to the park behind K-Mart to
make out.  They pretend they're going over to someone's house to study but
they're really going to meet each other.  They've been doing this since last
summer, since they can't exactly go on dates together."
	"Right."
	"This is the bad part.  Joe Dickson somehow found out about this, I don't
know how, maybe he followed them, Corinne said he claimed to have just
stumbled across them, which I don't believe in a million years, but anyway, he
saw them together."
	"Oh, shit."
	"It gets worse.  He had his dad's camcorder with him.  He got a goddamned
videotape of Corinne and Michelle getting it on in Corinne's car."
	Jack leaned back against the tree.  He knew Joe was obsessed with Corinne,
but this went beyond a simple crush.
	"He planned the whole thing," Jack said.  "He must have."
	"Can you believe he told Corinne he just walked past after he picked up the
camera from getting fixed?"
	"Yes.  He's like that."
	"Yesterday he comes knocking on Corinne's door, and says, 'hey, I've got this
tape, come over and see it.'"
	"Just like that?"
	"Right.  Just like that.  So Corinne goes over and he shows it to her.  She
thought he was going to blackmail her or something, but guess what he asks
her?"
	"What?"
	"'What's the deal with Jack, Summer, Karen and Becky?  Are they all getting
it on?'"
	Jack's heart leapt out of in his chest.
	"That's what he asked her? 'Are they getting it on?'"
	"Well, not like that, I don't think, but he clearly seemed to suspect it."
	"What did she say?"
	"Well, get this.  You, me, Summer, and Becky owe her one colossal fucking
favor.  Because rather than tell him anything, she offered to show him her
breasts, because you know how obsessed he is about them.  So she did, and got
the tape back."
	"Oh, my God."
	"Right."
	Jack stared blankly out across the campus.
	"We've been trying to decide what to do.  Corinne initially didn't want us to
tell you, but I thought you should know."
	A dozen emotions warred for dominance in Jack's head.  To his surprise, his
anger was winning.
	"I'll go have a talk with him."
	Karen jumped.
	"No!  Then he'll know something is going on."
	"He already does, don't you see?  If there hadn't been anything to tell, she
would have said so.  I guess she knew she was too worked up to lie
effectively, so she did the only thing she could think of.  She got the tape
back, but she might as well have told him the truth.  What else could he
think?  There's some enormous secret, so big she was willing to expose herself
to him-this after avoiding him for years-rather than tell him.  He knows.
He's a jerk, but he's not stupid."
	Karen seemed on the verge of panic.
	"What are you going to do?"
	"I'm going to make sure he understands the virtues of discretion.  There's no
other way."
	She shrunk next to him, not recognizing what she was seeing in his eyes.
	"Are you going to beat him up?"
	"No.  I can't do that.  But he won't know it."
	"Oh, God.  I should warn the others."
	"Do it.  If Corinne flips out about the idea, come and get me.  I'm going to
grab him after practice."
	"Okay."

	None of them intercepted him the rest of the day.  During practice, he
occasionally glanced over at the cheerleaders, who were stretching and working
out at one end of the field.  As he expected, Corinne did not look happy.  The
more Jack thought about it, the angrier he got.  What Joe had done bordered on
rape.
	Jack thought about how far he had come in the last few months.  He had once
tried to follow Christ's example, remaining meek and humble.  The thought of
threatening someone would have repulsed him.  Jack had been something of a
loner before coming to Sacred Heart, though, and that made his path easier.
It wasn't so difficult to avoid confrontations when you avoided people in
general.
	But Jesus hadn't avoided people; He had immersed himself in them, and still
avoided the temptation to resort to violence.  Rather than defend Himself, He
had gone to death on the Cross.  Jack knew why he had ended up in this
situation; it could all be traced back to the web of lies he had woven to
protect himself.  Deception bred more deception until it reached the point
that only violence and threats could protect their secret.  How much longer
could it last?  How would he handle the next Joe Dickson?  How far would he go
to protect his appointment to Annapolis?

	His heart wasn't quite in it, but as practice ended, he set out on his task.
He glanced at Corinne, who was watching him, and regained some fortitude.
	He caught Joe on the way back to the locker room, putting his arm over Joe's
shoulder.  Fear immediately flashed over Joe's face when he realized who it
was.  Jack shook Joe a little-he outweighed him by at least thirty pounds-in a
mock sort of greeting.
	"Joe, you know, it's funny how people are.  You think you know someone, and
then you learn something that completely surprises you.  Everyone has a secret
side to them, things they hide away from public view.  I mean, I'm sure you've
got your share of dirty little secrets, right?  Everybody does.  You know what
I'm saying?"
	He shook Joe again.  Joe nodded.
	"But it's best we don't pry into that kind of stuff.  No one likes to hear
things like that, because it reminds of them of their own secrets.  Some
things are just better left unsaid.  The world doesn't need to know every last
thing about everyone.  Sticking your nose into other people's private business
can be dangerous, you know?"
	Joe gulped.
	"Yeah."
	"I mean, I bet there are some things you don't want the world to know about
you, right?  But once you start throwing stuff like that out, you never know
where it will end.  Lots of people could get hurt.  Good people who don't
deserve it.  You understand what I'm saying?"
	Joe nodded again.
	"Yeah."
	"I think it's best if you stay away from Corinne.  Better for everyone, you
know?  Just forget about this whole thing.  Forget she exists.  The school is
full of cute girls.  Girls who probably wouldn't like you very much if they
knew about this, right?"
	"Right."
	Jack thumped him on the back.
	"Good.  Catch you later, okay?"
	Jack jogged off, leaving him behind.  He wasn't sure how Joe felt, but he
needed a shower.  Badly.

	Corinne and Karen were waiting for him outside the locker room.  He walked
across the campus with them.
	"So what happened?" Karen asked.
	"He'll keep his mouth shut.  He knows he'll look pretty bad if this gets out.
What he did was probably illegal.  I think he understands that much."
	Corinne stopped, sighing.
	"Are you okay?" Karen asked.
	"No.  But I will be."
	She turned and hugged Jack tightly.
	"Thanks."
	"No problem.  I'm sorry this happened."
	"It's partly my fault.  If Michelle and I were brave enough to come out, this
wouldn't have happened the way it did."
	"Don't blame yourself for Joe being a pervert."
	"It's not that.  But if we didn't have to hide . . . you know what I mean?"
	"Does Michelle know?"
	"No.  But I'm going to tell her, now that it's over."
	She let go of Jack and they resumed their walk to the parking lot.  When they
got to Corinne's car, Karen stopped her.
	"Corinne, what would happen if you guys came out?  If you just decided, 'Fuck
what everyone thinks, I love her.'"
	Corinne's face tightened up, and she looked away from them.
	"My folks could probably deal with it.  I don't know about hers.  Don't think
I haven't thought about it, especially after this."
	"And school wouldn't be all that bad.  I mean, it's not the first time it's
happened.  You remember Amanda Press and Marcy Rennet two years ago?"
	"Yeah.  I also remember all the nasty gossip about it."
	"You've got, what, one semester left?  Then you're in college, and you know
no one will care there."
	"Six months would be a long time."
	"You wouldn't be alone," Jack said.  "Your real friends already know."
	"You know we'd stand by you," Karen said.
	"I know Summer would stand up for you.  And that would count for a lot."
	"Yeah."
	"I don't want to pressure you," Karen said.  "But think about it."
	"Okay.  Thanks."
	Jack and Karen watched her drive away.
	"Get ready for World War III," Karen said.


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