Savage Tales

walk by and look up with admiration at that lofty building when I visit New York (City) next week. Thanks again, Donny, you are ace. Asteroids Away!
    YOUR #11 FAN (Just kidding!! It's a typo like yours [I am actually number one]),
    Timmy Eldrike
    Boston, MA (and soon to be New York [City] for a day)

ENTERING TH E BODY

    "Jenny, I want you to understand that what you did today was wrong."
    "I know."
    "You say that, but it doesn't carry the full force of what I'm trying to get across."
    "I know."
    "When you do something like that you need to think of the consequences for everyone."
    "Yeah."
    "Because now we have to get your parents involved."
    "Do we have to?"
    "Do we have to? Of course we have to. You think you can touch another student like that and we just shuffle it under the rug? Is that what you think?"
    "I don't know."
    "Well I know. And that's why I'm deciding. How old are you, Jenny?"
    "Eleven."
    "Eleven years old and still doing things like that. My oh my."
    "I'm really sorry, Ms. Tannenbaum."
    "You should have been sorry before you did it and then maybe you wouldn't have done it."
    "How could I have been sorry before –"
    "Don't interrupt. But now that you've done it we'll just have to deal with the consequences."
    "I'll never do it again."
    "You say that now. But we'll just see. Now, tell me your phone number so I can call your parents."
    "Ah, please Ms. Tan –"
    "Are you refusing to cooperate? We have your phone number on record, I just assumed you would comply and save me further frustration."
    "But if my mom and dad find out they'll… I don't know what they'll do. But they'll be mad."
    "Mad? Or rather, disappointed that their daughter could do something like that. In the school bathroom of all places."
    "Where else could we –"
    "Are you defending yourself? Are you defending your actions?"
    "I don’t know."
    "You don't know. You don't know. I declare, what kind of children are we turning out these days. Disobedient. Hmm. Jenny, take off your dress."
    "Ma'am?"
    "I said to take off your dress. Or didn't you understand?"
    "But… why?"
    "Because I told you. Or would you rather I called your parents? The choice is yours."
    "Are you going to molest me?"
    "My, my, my, and where did a little girl like you learn a big word like that? No, I'm not going to molest you. I'm just going to examine you."
    "Okay. Because my sister was molested once –"
    "Yes, yes, save it for the shrink. Good, now take it off, yes, all the way over the head, and there we are. My, some nice little buds we have coming in here, yes?"
    "Please don't stare."
    "Oh, so I'm offending you. I’m bothering you. Doing this sort of thing in the bathroom with another girl – and who was that other girl by the way?"
    "I… couldn't say."
    "You couldn't say or you wouldn't say? Or is it that you've done this so many times in the past that the names and faces just blur together?"
    "No, ma'am, this was my first time. Cynthia just – ulp!"
    "Hm? Cynthia? Cynthia Rodriguez? I see. I'll have a word with her as well."
    "Oh please don't tell her that I told, ma'am. What – what are you doing?"
    "Just feeling around down here. Like a doctor. I'm not one, but sometimes I feel like one."
    "Ohhh, ma'am, please, don't."
    "Why? Doesn't it feel good?"
    "Yes. But you're my –"

    When Jenny got home that night she was very quiet. Her mother, father, and sister gathered at the dinner table for… dinner.
    "Well, children, how was your day?" said the father.
    "S'alright, Dad," said Margo, Jenny's older sister. Margo was eighteen and about to graduate high school. She was known as the town strumpet. "Same old shit."
    "Young lady, we do not use that kind of language at this table."
    "Then I guess I don't belong here! I hate you all!"
    Margo slammed her fork onto her plate and stormed into oblivion.
    "And you, Jenny," said Dad. "How was your day?"
    "Well, Dad (and Mom), I had an adventure in the girl's bathroom with Cynthia that I promised I wouldn't tell about, and for lunch they had blue pops again."
    "An adventure in the bathroom?" said Mom. "I don't think I've had one of those since the last time I ate an entire container of hummus!"
    Mom and Dad laughed heartily.

    That night in bed Jenny thought about the day's events and the changes she was going through.

    The next morning at school Cynthia came over to Jenny and punched her in the vagina.
    "Ow!" said Jenny.
    "And that's what you get, you little snitch!" said Cynthia.
    "I'm not little," said Jenny,