Dead Poets Society

say to Chet.
    “I didn’t say
anything,“ Chet said.
    The pair continued
to kiss while Knox felt his hand, drawn by a powerful magnetic force, reach out
and lightly stroke the nape of Chris’s neck, then down toward her breast. He
dropped his head back and closed his eyes while he slowly caressed Chris.
    Thinking that Chet’s
hands were on her, Chris responded eagerly and Knox started breathing heavily.
“Oh, Chet, that feels fabulous,“ Chris said in the dark.
    “It does?” Chet
sounded surprised. “What?”
    “You know,” she said
secretively.
    Knox pulled his hand
away. Chet looked up for a moment and then kissed Chris again. “Don’t stop,
Chet,” Chris moaned.
    “Stop what?”
    “Chet...”
    Knox put his hand
back on Chris’s neck and started rubbing her, gently moving down toward her
breast.
    “Oh, oh,” Chris
moaned.
    Chet pulled back,
trying to figure out what Chris was talking about, but he gave up and started
to kiss her again. Chris moaned with pleasure.
    Knox leaned his head
back on the sofa. His breathing was slow and deep. The sound of the music in
the room grew louder. Unable to resist, he rubbed Chris’s chest, getting
dangerously close to her breast. Chris was breathing hard now, too. Knox felt
himself slip into ecstasy just as his glass fell out of his hand.
    Suddenly, Chet’s
hand grabbed Knox’s hand, and a lamp light rudely flicked on. Knox sat face to
face with a furious Chet and Chris, who was totally confused.
    “What are you
doing?” Chet yelled.
    “Knox?” Chris
shielded her eyes from the sudden light.
    “Chet! Chris!” Knox
said, pretending to be surprised. “What are you doing here?”
    “Why you...” Chet
screamed. He smashed Knox in the face with his fist, grabbed him by the shirt
and, throwing him to the floor, jumped on him. He began swinging at Knox’s
face, which Knox tried desperately to protect. “You little jerk!” Chet shouted.
Chris tried to pull him away.
    “Chet, you don’t
have to hurt him,” Chris said. Chet’s fist hit Knox over and over again.
    “Chet, stop! He
didn’t mean anything!” Chris cried. She pushed Chet off. Knox rolled over,
holding his face. “That’s enough,” Chris yelled, hanging on Chet’s chest,
trying to get him away.
    Chet stood over
Knox, who lay limply holding his bloody nose and bruised face. “I’m sorry,
Chris, I’m sorry,” Knox cried.
    “You want some more,
you little... Huh? Get the hell out of here!”
    Chet moved at Knox
again, but Chris and some of the others held him back. Several of the kids led
Knox out of the room.
    Staggering toward
the kitchen, Knox turned and yelled, drunkenly, “Chris, I’m sorry!”
    “Next time I see
you, you’re dead!” Chet screamed.
     
    The Dead Poets
Society was still convened, unaware that one of its pledges was in deep
trouble.
    In the cave the fire
burned brightly, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Gloria sat with her arm
around Charlie, staring at him in adoration. The bottle of whiskey passed
between Tina and the others.
    “Hey guys, why don’t
you show Tina the Dead Poets garden?” Charlie said, nodding toward the cave
entrance.
    “Garden?” Meeks
said, sounding surprised.
    “What garden?” Pitts
echoed.
    Charlie silently
motioned with his eyes for Pitts and the others to get lost. Neil caught on and
elbowed Pitts, who got the hint.
    “Oh, right. That
garden. Come on, guys, he said.
    “This is so
strange!” Tina said, sounding confused. “You guys even have a garden?“
    Everyone had left
the cave except Meeks, who stood around looking baffled. “What are you guys
talking about?” Meeks asked. Charlie stared at him with daggers in his eyes.
“Charles, uh, Nuwanda we don’t have a garden,“ Meeks said.
    Neil came back in
and pulled Meeks out. “Come on, you idiot!” Neil laughed.
    Charlie waited for
them to go. He looked at Gloria and smiled. “God, for a smart guy, he’s so
stupid!”
    Gloria stared into
Charlie’s eyes. Charlie smiled. “I think he’s sweet,” she said.
    “I think you’re
sweet, ” Charlie sighed, closing his eyes and leaning in slowly to kiss her.
Just as his lips brushed hers, Gloria stood up.
    “You know what
really excites me about you?” she asked.
    Blinking, Charlie
looked up. “What?”
    “Every guy that I
meet wants me for one thing.... You’re not like that.”
    “I’m not?”
    “No!” she smiled.
“Anybody else would have been all over me by now. Make me up some more poetry,”
she