Message-ID: <25826asstr$966298222@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: starrgazerrs@aol.com (Robert E. MacLeod) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000813235033.15626.00000849@ng-cr1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Repost Magic School Bus Part 5 Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 20:10:24 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, english, newsman Janet learns a new lesson. Monday morning at Walkerville Elementary School. The sun is just peeking over the horizon and the entire school seems deserted. Miquel "Mikey" Ramon rolled into the school yard and up the special access ramp. Using the pass key that Principal Rule had given him, he entered the darkened building and headed for the School's main office. At the young age of nine, he was what passed for the school's resident computer expert. His skills with computer hardware and software had saved the school a great deal of money over the past two years. He spent most of his spare time repairing and upgrading the school's ancient computer systems. Today, he had arrived very early to install a new component. He rolled his chair quickly down the hallway, eager to get started. He believed the school to be deserted at this hour so he was startled when a door opened and Miss Frizzell stepped out. Both people gave surprised gasps at the appearance of the other. Recovering first, Mikey grinned. "Ola, Miss Frizzell. How are you this morning?" The teacher smiled back and patted his head. "Good morning, Mikey. You are here very early. Is there something wrong?" "No problemo, Miss Frizzell. I just came in early to work on the computers. Mr. Rule finally sprang for that memory upgrade I've been begging for. It should make the system run a lot smoother once I get it in and running." "Well, if it is something you suggested, then it must be the right thing for the job, Mikey," Miss Frizzell said., patting him on the head again. Mikey blushed and ducked his eyes to the ground. "Oh, that reminds me! Mr. Rule ordered something for the computer and it came this morning. I had to sign for it since I was the only one in the school. Could you do me a huge favor and take it to the computer room?" Mikey, still blushing, managed to stammer out, "Sure, Miss Frizzell. Heck, I'll even install it into the system. Maybe it's the new high speed modem setup I asked him for." Miss Frizzell flashed him a million watt smile that made his heart melt. "Wonderful! Wait here and I'll go get it. One second, please!" With that, she vanished back into the classroom, leaving the young boy alone with his thoughts. Mikey watched the Frizz go and swallowed hard to try and ease some of the dryness in his mouth. Unlike his older brother, Carlos, he had hit puberty at a very young age. At the age of nine, he was already sprouting hair in his groin and experiencing very wet dreams. Suddenly girls and women had begun to hold a whole new fascination for him. Miss Frizzell had been the star of more than one of his fantasies. She was attractive, very intelligent and never seemed to notice the fact he was stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of his life. All of these things combined to make her a very attractive woman. He had tried to hide his infatuation, but he was certain she was aware of it and found it amusing. She never teased him about it though and he was very grateful for that. Miss Frizzell returned, interrupting his thoughts. She handed a large brown package to him. Mikey examined it for hints of what it contained, but all he found was a postmark he didn't recognize and the letters GPS stamped several times all over the package. "Here you are, Mikey. I'm certain that you will know precisely what to do with it." Mikey grinned back at her and shoved the package into one of his chair bags. "Hey, if its computers I'll figure out how it works. " Miss Frizzell smiled back at him. "Well, I've got to finish getting things ready for today's field trip. We are studying the history of domestication this week. I thought a trip to the Walkerville Pound to study different types of animals, especially dogs would help the children understand things better." She did a little twirling dance and the dog shaped earrings she wore glowed briefly. "The way civilizations have breed and trained animals for millennia for domestication is a fascinating area of study." Mikey gulped at the amazing amount of bare leg that was revealed during the teacher's little dance. He quietly ordered his penis to stay still and not embarrass him. As usual, it disobeyed and began to tent out his shorts. For such a young age, Mikey was very gifted in that area. His dad always teased him that it was God's way of making up for his disability. He didn't know about that, but he did know he was much larger than Carlos and almost the same size as his father. To hide his erection, he half turned his chair so that he was facing down the hallway and said, "Sounds great! I wish I could go with you. Oh well, maybe next year." He quickly said goodbye and rolled down the hallway. Leaving the teacher, he rolled down the hallway to the main office and parked his chair in front of the school computer. He gazed at the massive machine with a sort of loving smile. Unlike the Eniac Maniac computer that Mr. Rule had ordered for his own personal use, the school computer was very old and needed constant attention. Mikey was intimately familiar with every single circuit and sound of the system since he spent hours a week working on it. Mikey didn't mind because of his true love of things electronic, but he did sometimes wish the school would spring for a system that hadn't been around before Bill Gates. The only real advantage the system had over newer ones was its size. That made installing new components a breeze. It only took a couple of minutes to install the new RAM chips. The component that Miss Frizzell had given him posed another problem though. The circuit board was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was much larger than most pieces he had seen and was covered with more microchips and such than he would have thought possible. It was also the only thing in the box. After searching the box fruitlessly for any type of instructions, Mikey decided to simply install the piece and hope for the best. He studied the board for a second then opted to insert it into one of the new 32 bit slots that he had installed some months before. After it was placed, he carefully satisfied himself that the board would probably not blow up the entire system when he turned it on. Then it was just a matter of seconds to close up the cases and boot up the system. After the computer had completed its long and tedious start up routine, Mikey was shocked to see a new function box pop up on the screen. Inside the small window, text read: System has detected ADJUSTOR hardware. Run ADJUSTOR and initialize? Excited, Mikey clicked on the yes icon. The computer started beeping and whirring happily to itself. Kaleidoscopic visual effects appeared on the screen that seemed almost to be in sync with the beeps. Mikey watched the display in fascination. He was completely unaware of the passage of time until the colors faded and the computer beeped one last time. A new window appeared that read: ADJUSTOR V 4.5 has been initialized. Run ADJUSTOR scan now? Mikey eagerly pressed the yes button again and the colors returned, brighter and more energetic than ever. Mikey watched, entranced for several minutes before the colors vanished and a new message box appeared that read: ADJUSTOR scan complete. One instance of tampering detected. Janet Pearlstein illegally accessed school systems from her home. At that time, she altered her history grades. Should Subject be ADJUSTED? Mikey, normally a very easy going kid, felt incredible anger rising up inside of him. Arnold's cousin, Janet, was one of the many kids at school that teased him about how much better she was than him because she could walk. She never let anyone forget how smart she was or how wealthy her parents were. Now it turns out that she was cheating. With all the girl had going for her, she had to resort to cheating. "Someone needs to teach Janet a lesson! She needs to be taught exactly what her place is and how much pain she is causing everyone," he yelled and clicked on the yes button. He expected ADJUSTOR to repair the tampering done to Janet's grades. Instead, he felt as if a massive jolt of electricity raced up from the mouse, through his arm and into his head. It felt like it bounced around inside of him for several seconds before returning the way it had come. The overall effect left Mikey stunned for several seconds. When the sensation had passed, he quickly checked the system for signs of a massive power surge and was relieved to find no signs of damage. The screen read: ADJUSTMENT complete. Continue to run ADJUSTOR using set parameters on daily basis? Mikey once again clicked on the yes icon, then logged off the system. Despite the electrical shock, he felt fine. In fact, he felt as well rested as if he had taken a long and relaxing nap. He felt so energized that he decided to roll over to the gym and shoot a hoops. Janet Pearlstein, on the other hand, was feeling very odd indeed. She had woke up at her usual time and quickly gotten ready for school. As usual, this left her plenty of time before she had to leave for school so she decided to log onto her internet server for awhile. She turned on the computer that she had bullied her parents into buying for her last Christmas. Since it was the best money could buy, of course, it took only a few seconds to access the server. She was surprised to see that she had email this early in the day. None of her clique of friends at school ever sent her email since they saw her for hours a day at school. None of her online contacts would be on so early so she was truly curious to see who had sent her mail. She clicked on the mail icon and stared at... "Janet, come on dear! You are going to be late to school," her mother said, knocking on the door. This caused Janet to angrily turn away from the computer screen and snap, "Mother, I still have over half an hour before I have to be ready to go." Her mother meekly stuck her head in the door. "No, sweetie. Its 7:30 and that is when you always leave for school. You aren't even going to have time for breakfast now," she said apologetically. Janet gaped at her mother in disbelief for a second then looked at her desk clock. When she had logged onto the internet, it had read 6:50. Now it clearly said 7:32. Somehow she had lost over half an hour. She glanced at the computer screen, remembering the email, but all that was displayed was the standard opening screen. Puzzled, she logged off and turned off the computer. "You know, Janet. Your Father and I agreed to buying that computer for you with the express understanding that it wouldn't interfere with your school work. If it is going to cause problems, maybe we should think about limiting your time on it." Janet was about to come back with one of her more caustic comments that she knew would reduce her mother to tears and make her retract such a ridiculous idea, but she paused. Her mother only wanted what was best for her, didn't she? Why should Janet get so upset when her mother was simply doing what she believed was right for her daughter? Instead of snapping angrily, she smiled and bowed her head shyly. "I'm sorry, Mom. I kinda got distracted on-line. I promise it won't happen again." Janet's mother looked startled. She had made one of those "Parent/Child" suggestions that all of her child rearing books talked about. She did this from time to time even though her husband felt that Janet should have the freedom she needed to express herself properly. She had prepared herself for the usual angry tirade. This polite and quiet Janet admitting responsibility threw her for a bit of a loop. Smiling tentatively, she said, "Well, that's alright, Dear. I am sure you won't do it again. Now hurry up so you can eat breakfast. I'll drive you to school today so that you can eat and not be late." At school, Janet continued to question her actions and comments to things around her. Every time she felt the need to brag about her accomplishments or insult someone she ordinarily considered beneath her, she would pause and think about the situation. For the first time in her life, Janet found herself seeing the other person's side of things. Instead of immediately bragging about her own skills and prowess, she began to take the time to really see the talents and charms of the people around her. Her fellow classmates found this change puzzling, but most decided to enjoy it while it lasted. Her clique of friends were much less accepting of the "new" Janet. In the past, Janet could be counted on to be the first to come up with some sort of new scathing remark or insult. Now, anytime the girls insulted or made fun of someone, Janet would stop and criticize them for their actions. She would point out that everyone had positive things about them and they didn't deserve the insults and barbs. Her continuing commentary began to make her friends angry. This anger came to a head at lunch when Mikey rolled by their table. "Oh look, there goes Rollerboy in the gimp mobile," Annette said with a sneer. "Yeah, I wonder how many miles to the burger he gets from that thing," Babbette said. This comment set of peals of laughter around the table. Mikey simply ignored them and rolled on. Janet stared after Mikey. She felt a peculiar warmth spreading through her body as she watched him roll to a table and place his tray on it. It wasn't a feeling she had ever felt before, but she definitely liked it. The warm feeling quickly turned to fiery anger as she heard her "friends" make their cruel comments. The fact that she herself had only recently been making the same sort of insults only fueled her rage. "You shouldn't be so mean to someone just because they are different. Mikey is one of the smartest kids in our school and he has never been mean to anyone, no matter how much they deserve it," Janet yelled and added silently "Not even to me." To her former friends' amazement, she gathered her things and tray and left the table. They were even more amazed when she walked over to the table where Mikey sat by himself. Janet ignored her so called friends astonished looks as she approached where Mikey was eating and reading a computer magazine. She felt very nervous and not a little bit frightened. She had said terrible things to Mikey in the past. Things that most people would never forgive. How would he receive her now? For some reason, she couldn't stand the thought of Mikey hating her. Suddenly, it had become terribly important to Janet that the younger boy like her and accept her. She stepped tentatively up to the table and gathering her last bit of courage, she spoke. "Hello, Mikey." Mikey had noticed Janet's approach the way a small animal would notice the approach of a dangerous predator. He had prepared himself for another round of cruel taunts and insults. He was completely unprepared for the quiet, almost shy greeting the girl gave him. Puzzled beyond words, he looked up from his magazine. "Hi, Janet. Can I help you with something?" Janet felt some strange sensations in her tummy when he spoke. It seemed like a couple of thousand butterflies had taken up residence there and had all decided to exercise at the same time. His voice seemed warm and comforting to her and there seemed to be an undercurrent of strength there. She felt drawn to that strength and to Mikey. "Well, umm. I was just wondering if... you would like some company during lunch today." The words just seemed to tumble out of her mouth with little control from her. Once out though, she felt an almost overwhelming sense of relief. Now if only he would say yes. To say that the younger boy was confused would have been the understatement of the century. One of his most regular nemesis was standing in front of him and she was practically begging him to let her sit with him during lunch. He carefully searched her face for any signs of ulterior motives or cruel intentions. All he could see was nervousness and anticipation. He decided to take a chance. Normally he sat with his brother, but the class had taken box lunches with them on their field trip. "Sure, Janet. Sit down. This dumb computer magazine is boring anyways." Janet felt a rush of relief and a distinct rush of pleasure at his acceptance and invitation. Her privates felt very damp and her tiny nipples were suddenly rock hard. Janet had a good idea what was happening to her. She had forced her mom into having the "sex" talk last year, so she suspected that what she was feeling was what her mom called, "Getting aroused." As she sat down, she wondered if she was getting aroused by Mikey. For some reason that she couldn't understand, the thought didn't bother her at all. In fact, she found the idea of being aroused by the younger boy pleasant. "Maybe they would have sex. Wouldn't that shock all of her old friends." Janet blushed a bright red when she realized what she had just thought. The blush simply intensified as she sat down. Sensing but not fully understanding Janet's nervousness, Mikey spent the rest of the lunch period doing his best to make her feel more at ease. He talked about his interests in computers and all things electronic. He carefully avoided any mention of the school's computer and her tampering. With the old Janet, he would have gladly used the information to embarrass her. This new and shy Janet provoked no such need in him. She proved an intelligent and lively conversationalist. She listened attentively as he spoke and seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. By the end of the period, Mikey was convinced that Janet had truly changed. When the bell rang that signaled the end of lunch, Janet was startled. She had been so absorbed in her conversation with Mikey that she had not noticed the passage of time. With a smile, she rose from the table and started gathering the remains of their lunches as Mikey repacked his bags. "Well, I guess we need to get back to class, huh?" Mikey grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess so." He paused because he truly didn't want this time with the new Janet to end. He had really enjoyed her company and he got the definite impression that she had enjoyed being with him too. "Hey, Janet. I've just got this really cool new computer game. It is totally awesome. Would you like to walk home with me after school and see it?" He was blushing now and prepared himself for an abrupt refusal. Janet almost leapt for joy at the invitation. Mikey wanted to spend more time with her. She felt that strong rush of pleasure again in her privates. She knew that this had to be what her mother had been talking about. If felt too nice and exciting to be anything else. She wondered if something else besides playing computer games might happen at Mikey's house. Her mother had told her that you had to be an adult to do sexual things, but she knew that wasn't true. Arnold was married to Phoebe now and she was going to have babies. Both of them were her age, so why couldn't she do things too. "I'd love too, Mikey," she said and reached out to touch his shoulder gently. Mikey smiled back at her. With her hand still on his shoulder, the two moved past her old friends who stared at them in amazement. Lynette recovered enough to sneer at them and say, "I hope you and your new boyfriend will be very happy together, Loser." Janet felt Mikey tense up underneath her hand so she squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "We will, Lynette. I promise you that we will," she said and smiled down at Mikey again. After dropping their trash off, the two new friends left the room with the girls still staring at them in amazement. As they walked out the door, Janet felt fifteen feet tall with joy and pride. HighlandDreams -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+