_____/\ _____/\ _____/\ \ ___/ \ ___ \ \ ___/ \/ \ /\/ _/ /\/ | \ / / / |\ \ / /__| \ \ \ \__|/\ \\____ / \_/ Y \_/ Y \_/ Y ! Y ! Y ! : ! : ! : . : O : . . . . o O o o Tha Ruthless 0rganization ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß Quinn's Great Day at School ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß By: Quinn the Eskimo DEC 15, `95 - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- Note: Some of the names in this story have been changed to protect the guilty. Changed names will be noted with a (*) mark. This file is something Quinn wrote before joining TR0 and has been edited from the original version. Have fun - Editor Gangsta - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- --- -- - -- Here is the fascinating, yet somehow endearing tale of Quinn's great day at school. It's a long one, so get comfy. Grab a beer, snuggle up and get ready to read. Good... I am sitting in Psychology class, minding my own business. Ever notice how all my stories begin in Psych class? Super... Start on your chart, motherfucker and hand me that thing. There is this real tall and slender asian beauty who sits a few rows over. She has got the nicest ass and legs I've ever seen. She accentuates it with a mini-skirts and short-shorts. A real cock-teaser. I want to please 'er like a weezer, geezer. I want to glue sandpaper to the sides of her twat and ass and spend the whole day lighting matches in her orifices. I want to have hot monkey love with her and her mom. Get the picture? I'm going to abduct this hot-little Chinktramp and take her out to the woods to have sex with her head. I'll go in through her nasal cavity. I'll pluck her eyes out and fuck her optical nerve. Anything, I don't care. I'll pull my cock-meat out of her ear and shoot my wad in her hair and she will moan, "Oh Quinn you're such a man." Then she would thank me and I slice her tits off and dump her body in the lake. I'm really getting into this fantasy now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Office aide interrupts me to give me a note. Damn it. I open it and it reads: ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿ ³ Mrs. Welch 2nd period ³ ³ ³ ³ Please send Quinn to the ³ ³ gamma sub-school office ³ ³ ³ ³ ³ ³ ³ ³ If he's taking a test or ³ ³ skipping like the little ³ ³ nigger that he is, please ³ ³ contact me. Thank U! ³ ³ ³ ³ -Sue Kirk. ³ ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ Shit!!! The principal wants to talk to me. Probably because I've been skipping Calculus every damn day for the past 9 weeks. I jaunt on down to her office. No shit, I jaunted. I see Paul, the friendly All-American football-playin' cock-knockin' office aide. Keep in mind that I'm in a slightly-pissed off mood since I hate missing any of my three-hour lunch period. I haven't seen Paul since 9th grade Biology. I decide I'll give him the business. I trot over to Paul with my hand extended for a shake and a huge shiteatin' grin plastered on my face. "Hi there, Paul!", I shout just a little-too-loud. "Uh, hi, uh. Quinn.", replies the staggeringly brilliant Paul. Let me tell you more about our friend Paul. I think I've got him pegged pretty neatly. He's a well-off young man with classical good looking features to match. His complexion is the type that probably burns easy. He has the vague, but not unpleasant touch of a simian to his face. Top it off with some menacing eyebrows, really-fuckin' curly blonde hair, and beady brown eyes and you've got Paul. He's the type with lots of free time often spent roaming the shabby pleasure areas of big cities. He hangs out with his preppy well-heeled faggot friends. Sometimes on foot but more often in their Mustang 5.0s. He is a queer-stomper. Queers, as everyone knows, must be eradicated. Save our bathrooms for democracy. Queer stompers are a thick-witted, albeit careful breed. They rarely venture beyond the twilight pleasure areas into the full darkness of the ghettos. When they do, they get the righteous indignity beaten out of them. Anyhow, he just stares at my hand. He apprehensively touches it. Lightly at first, apparently thinking it might turn out to be a penis. I tightly clasp his hand in both of mine. I begin to shake. And shake. I shake and shake with real vigor. I squeeze his fingers. Hard. Paul finds it necessary to disengage. "Jesus, you're a homo, man.", grunts the ever-witty Paul. "You a queer-stomper, pal?", says me. "What?" "Nothing. Never mind." "What'd you say!?" "I said forget it." "Screw you, buddy. You're slicker than goose-shit." exeunts the dickwad with disgusted demeanor. I start to snicker like a bigger nigger than digger. I really strike myself funny sometimes. I will often sit and just laugh at the shit that streams through my mind. Ho-de-do. Ho-de-fucking-do. Back to the story. I saunter into Mrs. Kirk's office. Call her captain. She has a great sense of humor about that. Jumpin' Jack Worsham's (another sub-school principal) is in conference with her. I love Jack Worsham. He's one of those guys who has a fucked-up mucus tract. He breathes like damn bull. Jack's always puffin', snortin' and blowin' like the ranch stud about to mount Farmer Jim's heifer out in the back forty. Probably from severe nasal diptheria as a youth or some such sorry shit. He also speaks with a certain lumbering ineptitude and a Southern homosexual twang to his voice. He likes to give me long sermons on proper public behavior ever since I told Dr. Stewart that she could take her computer disks and perform a reverse bowel movement with them. He's always treated me like an equal and I respect him for that. I start in with, "Somebody want to tell me what this is about?" "Yes. Mrs. Kirk and I have just been discussing your absences from Mrs. Kottwittz's 5th period Calculus class.", says Jack. "And?", I retort sharply. Go get 'em. Piss 'em off early. Make sure there is no chance for reconciliation. Semper Fi, tiger. I stare at Mr. Worsham's neck. It's flabby, grizzled and red from chronic overshaving. Sort of reminds me of a turkey gobble. "I don't think I like your attitude.", sayeth the Jack. His voice was soft and cold and dripped of faggotry. "Yeah? Well, you shave too much and talk like a fag." Brutal and in your face, nigger. Long, disturbing silence. "Very slick, Mr. Eskimo." For a short, terrifying second, I expected him to add "Slicker than goose-shit!". "Quinn, it always disturbs me when we have students like you." This time the voice belonged to Sue Kirk. She's not syrupy sweet. Probably tastes like tuna and piggy-pussy secretions. She continues, "Smart young boys with every opportunity in the world who feel compelled to act out in such antisocial, antiauthoritarian ways. I don't understand it." Yeah, yeah. Yadda-yadda. Big deal. Heard this bit before. She continues to lecture about propriety but I'm not listening. My eyes are wandering around the room. Kirk is looking down at something in my attendance file as she speaks so she won't have to make eye contact with me. The file. The Great American file. The holy file. The everyone needs a file. Jack is absently fucking with a stapler. Looks like something's jammed in it. "So, what do you think we should do about your 26 absences, Quinn?", said Jack. "I'm not going to answer that." "I think you have to." "Do not. I've got the right to remain silent, don't I? I got two phone calls. I'm going to call my lawyer and he's gon-" "Knock it off, Quinn. Tell us how you feel we should resolve this. I don't want to have to call your parents." I have the second great laugh of my day. "Go ahead and call my parents. I turned 18 two days ago. What are they gonna do?" "I'm not going to answer that since you only want to use it as a segue into your next sermon. Let's get something straight. You called me here on my lunch break. I don't like that. When you interrupt my meals, my tummy hurts and my bowel movements get disturbed. I don't think you need me-" "That's enough, Quinn. Go to lunch, but come back here... Oh, I don't know..." "I'll be back after sixth period." "Okay. Fine. You may leave now." I thought that was a pretty civil way for Jack to react. Don't you? I half-expected him to rip my pants off, take that stapler he'd been fondling, nail my scrotum to the desk and drag Paul in for stirring round of America's favorite game show: "Let's Shove Office Materials up the Whiteboy's Ass and Shock his Balls". The reason why I hate those two cheap fucks is because they act like they are psychiatrists. They want to fuck with my head. This time in a figurative sense. They want to slip it to me with their Healing Phallus and impregnate my sick little mind with the seed of Sanity. Last year when I really flipped out and went looney shits, these two amateur cocksuckin' psychobabblin' whoremasters tried to fuck my brain. Amateur shrinks, Ha! More like Two regular mind-fuckers, head-studs. They have taken courses like that at the Big U: Slippin' yer Meat to the Disturbed Child for Fun and Profit, Mostly Profit. The problem with sanity born of a head-stud is that the child always looks like the father and has a very high infant mortality rate. They all want to get into my psyche. I'm declaring my psyche independent. Get the fuck out of my head. I'm warning you. Anyways, I catch up with Paul. He's a good sport. He just grins and grins at everything I say, like he is my best pal. I know that behind that contrived air of mock civility he barely tolerates my existance. He's still handy with that cracker-ass cheese-eatin' shmegheaded grin of his. He is with this girl. Talking to her and shit. He sees me coming and tries not to be rude. Rudeness pisses of the chicks, negro. She's got long brown hair and tiny titties. I like tiny titties. I guess that's why I've got the whole asian fetish thing. I moisten my forefinger and begin making lewd gestures. You know, like repeatedly sticking it through the hole you make with your other hand? Normal, healthy and mature stuff for an 18 year old to be doing, right? The girl rolls her eyes. Paul tries to laugh it off. But between you and me, baby he was pretty steamed. I'm sick of assholes like Paul trying to tolerate me. I just wish the nigger would take a swing at me and be done with it. Paul turns away. I kick him in the ass. Hard. I wear steel-toed boots. It had to hurt, but Paul is being cool & nonchalant. He pretends like nothing happened. I kick him again. He whips around on me hard and fast. "FUCK!", is all he can spout out. His face was beet-fuckin'-red. It was hilarious. Him standing there screaming "FUCK!", when just two seconds before he was as cool as a cucumber in front of his little sex-kitten bitch-slut- whore is better seen than described. "Hey, Paul. Baby. Where we goin' to lunch?", says me. "Fuck you!", he brayed. He sounds real hoarse when he screams. * * * * Where do you put the commas in dialogue? I never was good at punctuating shit like that. * * * * Anyways, the other day I ran into SFM2 in the hall. He asks me how much would it cost for me to beat him, rape him, and kill him. I'm not kidding and I'm not entirely sure he was. I shrug it off. Today, he does the same thing. Asks me how much he'd have to pay me to beat him, rape him, etc. This elicits a hearty scum-spankin' smile and a good natured punch to the shoulder. If he asks me again, I'm bringing my rifle to school. * * * * I've decided I'm not going to finish my story on how I got suspended. I'll just type a few more lines of stars and tell you to go fuck yourself. Deal with it. Naw, in all seriousness, I'll tell you later. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Okay, back to the story. It's been a few days since I've written anything about this and my memory has faded a tad. If you find any inconsistencies, please keep them to yourself. Superm here is the tail-end of the story on how I got suspended. I go back to see the Worsham/Kirk dynamic duo after sixth period. Jack's in there breathin' like a mule in heat, as always. He probably wouldn't sound like that if he closed that fucking mouth once in a while, but he never comes to me for advice. It's called breathing through your nose, you jackass jack off Jack jacker cracker. So there I am. Forced to listen to huff-puff-puff-snort-blow-huff- puff crap. My dad always sounds like that on the telephone. It sounds really dirty. Almost homosexual. I can just smell the Pall-malls and scotch on my Dad's breath when I hear it. Anyhow. I just realized I'm hungry. Be back soon. Have some more stars. * * * * Okay. I'm back. Just had me some Rice Chex. To paraphrase a great poet, "man they do satisfy". Right Cochese? Yeah. So I waltz into her office and grab a seat. I start the ball rolling. "Okay, can I just say something here? You know, to clear the lines of communication?", I say. "Sure." "I really don't see what the big deal is. It's perfectly obvious that I'm going to fail Calculus, so I don't see any reason to go." "Well, we could have you declared insubordinate and subject to extreme disciplinary action if you fail to attend." "Like what?" "Like sent to an alternate school." "Right. You wouldn't do that. The only-" Kirk interrupts, "Yes we-" I counter-interrupt, "Shut up, I'm talking." Boom. I'm suspended. End of story. I tell her to shut up, and I land myself a suspension. Sad end to a good story... Tell ya what I'll do. I'm going to reveal to you folks some sexual fantasies I have and who they involve. After all, it's not fair to just talk about Aleta... * * * * I know how much you love those stars. Here they are in no particular order. ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß ß (*) Name: Lisa something How I know her: European History Ethnicity: Caucasian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: There's an inexplicable cuteness to Lisa. You just can't explain it. She's one of those intensely exciting quiet girls. She's not the best looker, but when she smiles you can't help but be happy. I know it sounds trite and corny, but it's true. She's about 5'6", 105 lbs or so. Has green eyes and brown hair. What I'd to to her: She'd be domineering as hell. She'd make me play little games with her where I'm the daddy, she's the mommy and my penis is the baby. She'd dress my schlong up in little blue baby bonnets and I'd love it. She would spank me when I was naughty. Then she would suck me off to make the pain go away. Finally I'd get sick of all that juvenile nonsense and beat her to death with my mighty sausage, Judas. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (*) Name: Marsha Lin How I know her: Psychology class Ethnicity: Asian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: She's an art-chick. She's big into painting and drawing and all that shit. She wants to go to some Art School in New York. 5'4, roughly 100 lbs, brown eyes, black hair. What I'd do to her: Make her wear kimonos. Silk, red ones. I love that. She'd ask me to model for a piece of art she's doing (hey, fuck you. It's a fantasy, okay?) and I'd agree. I go over to her house. She tells me to take my clothes off. I tell her I didn't know I was supposed to be nude. She kicks my ass using that Karate/Jeet-Kune-Do/Sekken-Do shit those chinks are so good at and strips me herself. She puts green paint on my penis, paints me on oil & canvas with near photographic detail. She calls the piece "Pickle Man" (because my penis is green) Next story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (*) Name: Monica Ross How I know her: American History Ethnicity: Caucasian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: Intellectual. She tries to act uninhibited & shit, but she can't quite pull it off. Uptight just like all the other big-brainers in school. She is Blonde with HUGE hogans. I'm not going to give you stats since they were only wild-ass guesses in the first place and they seriously need to stop now. What I'd do to her: Well, to be brutally honest, her face needs a little work. I guess I'd lop her head off and have sex with her esophagus. Naw, That is a waste. She has really soft hands. I Would definitely accept a handjob. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (*) Name: Tina something How I know her: American History Ethnicity: Caucasian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: She is Athletic and has the tightest little hardbody I've seen short of a porno mag. Long brown hair. I think she might have been in Health with us 10th grade, Cochese. What I'd do to her: Nothing. Any girl with a body that good would probably not be too impressed with me. She would make me feel real insecure. Who needs that kind of aggravation... I would seriously love to watch her shower. I'd be smackin' off like a jackrabbit while I watch her nipples harden. She seemed mildly attracted to me earlier in the year, but I now think that was just general friendliness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Queen of the Damned How I know her: Negativland Ethnicity: Caucasian (I think) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: A Redhead. Gryndil told me she had 34Ds. That's all I know. Seems really sexual. Plays sports, so she's obviously in good shape. What I'd do to her: Wrap those 34Ds around my schlong and titty-bang her. You know what? This is retarded. I'm talking about a girl I've never met. Time to move on. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Jannie Something How I know her: 3rd grade Ethnicity: Asian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: Haven't seen her since I was 9. She was kinda cute then. Why I want to fuck her: She rejected me when I was 9. I'd track her down and find out where she lives. have raw, bloody and unprotected anal sex with her until she cried. Then I'd get pissed and beat her. After a brief bout of introspection, I realize the girl I really wanted to hurt was hiding safely behind a shield of years. I invent a time machine. Then I'd fuck her up the ass in front of ol' Mrs. Kukal's Language Arts class. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (*) Name: Mary Lynn How I know her: Don't remember Ethnicity: Asian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: Dancer with Long, black hair. Cute tits. Wants to be a lawyer. 'nuff said. Fantasy: She becomes a lawyer and sues me for $10,000. I can't pay. Judge sentences me to be her personal servant to work off my debt (It's a fantasy, Play along). She makes me do chores around the house naked. If I do a good job, she stuffs a 10-dollar bill into my anus. If I do badly, I get a spanking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: That little girl from the Keds commercial How I know her: I don't Ethnicity: Caucasian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: She's the very last girl you see on that damn commercial Keds runs all the time trying to sell those cheap-ass piece of shit sneakers. "What kind of Keds will you be wearing when the first woman walks on Mars?" That's right. She's about 7 years old. Fantasy: I'd break all her teeth out with pliers. She wraps those soft, chubby choppers around my meat and gives me mean fellatio. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Rebecca something How I know her: Not sure Ethnicity: Caucasian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: A Redhead with Good sized jugs. She Slightly overweight. She has Amazingly sexy eyes. Fantasy: Probably can't fuck at all. Damn virgin. I get the impression that she can suck a pretty mean cock, though. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: That annoying, whiny little blonde bitch from work How I know her: See above Ethnicity: Caucasian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: Blonde but Pretty ugly, in fact, I only like her because she came on to me. Fantasy: I drill holes in her head w/ a power tool. No sex, no nothin'. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (*) Name: Kim Ma How I know her: School Ethnicity: Asian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: Huge breasted Asian girl. Only Asian with yahooties that large that I've ever seen. Fantasy: She wears a skimpy little Catholic schoolgirl outfit. She sits across from me in class. Forgets to wear panties. I get good view up her skirt. She crosses and un-crosses her legs about 30 times. My erection goes seriously apeshit and explodes all over my pants. One of the few fantasies I've actually fulfilled. I'll always love her for givin' me a soggy pair of BVD's one autumn morning in Spanish some two years ago... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Zhora How I know her: That redheaded chick from Blade Runner Ethnicity: Caucasian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: Takes her top off in aforementioned movie. Soon after, she gets shot in the back by Harrison Ford as she tries to escape him. Fantasy: Well, her sex organs are undamaged by the gunshots. I'd rape her right after that sequence. I'd get blood all over my wand, but who cares... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name: Allison Fu How I know her: Work Ethnicity: Asian ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Description: Japanese girl who used to visit me a lot at Braum's. Really sweet. Never developed serious sexual feeling towards her since she was so damn nice. I usually talk very fast and have a soft voice. When I get nervous, my voice sometimes cracks and I talk even faster. When I first met her, I'm sure I sounded like some kind of squeaky, retarded auctioneer. She was nice enough to laugh at my stupid cracker-ass jokes anyway and let me take her to a movie. After our little date, she let me kiss her. I loved shouting her name really loud. FU! FU! Try it. You'll like it. Fantasy: I don't really have one. I just included this little profile so you won't think I bop my banana all day. I actually have something of a life at times. Thank you and good night. Send me feedback, whoever you are. 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