Thread: Don't Stand So Close To Me (Scathelocke/Mim)

It's pedophilia, plain and simple! The textbook even says 'Athenian law considered consent, not age, as a factor in regulating sexual behavior.' So if the boys consented, what's the problem? The problem is that they were sold to these dirty old men, and--! And it was part of military initiation. Are you really defending pedophilia, Julie? Talia watched the debate, half-turned in her seat, lips wrapped around her pen. Mr. Hadleigh had moved on from Rome to Ancient Greece as part of their European history survey course, and at the textbook's mention of Greece's pederasty practices things had gotten rather...heated. She wasn't interested so much in the debate itself, however, so much as she was interested in Mr. Hadleigh. She had made a decision on the second day of her junior year, after all, that one way or another she would have him. And Talia was very much used to getting whoever she wanted. Now, a month and a half into the school year, she had caught him sneaking occasional glances whenever the top button of her uniform mysteriously came unbuttoned, or when she sat with her knees spread just enough to tempt him to try and peek up her skirt. But it was still only occasional. She supposed that gold band on his left hand had something to do with that, but it would only make the conquest sweeter when she finally had him. Half the fun was the chase after all, wasn't it? Now she sat slouched in her front row desk, knees slightly apart and cocked at an angle to keep an eye on the debate, slowly sliding the pen in and out of her mouth in a suggestive way. It was all very innocent, of course a girl like her wouldn't dream of being sexually active, never mind with an older man! Talia had worked very hard to cultivate her image as a good girl, and made sure her partners stayed quiet about it. It's because it's a man and a boy, she interrupted. The handful of classmates who had been most engaged in the debate turned to look at her. She shrugged. When you learn about this queen or that countess being married off against their will at age 10 or 15 or whatever, you don't bat an eye. And like Julie said, she jabbed at the textbook with the cap of her pen, Athenian law considered consent , not age. Beethoven wrote Fur Elise for an 18-year-old girl he proposed to when he was 43. Hell, even today Mick Jagger, Elvis Presley, Marvin Gaye, pretty much any rock star Jimmy Page kidnapped a 14-year-old, Ted Nugent has a based-on-a-true-story song called Jailbait, and Jerry Lee Lewis married his 13-year-old cousin. But you don't talk about how sick they are. She gestured vaguely at Martin Lennox, one of the most vocal debaters. Occasionally they'd hook up in the library stacks during fourth period if she was between conquests, or couldn't find a real man, and didn't feel like participating in gym class. Talia had a suspicion Mr. Hadleigh had also been in the library last Thursday when she'd ironically been on her knees in the Women's History section. She had seen a motion between the shelves out of the corner of her eye as she had been wiping her chin with Martin's shirttail. Pop culture is full of songs glorifying ephebophilia, and there's not a girl in here who wouldn't jump Johnny Depp if she had the chance. She grinned at the varied murmurs of female agreement. Fresh off of Don Juan , Depp had definitely earned his place as a teen heartthrob. And any time you hear about a guy our age sleeping with his friend's hot mom or something it's all 'oh he's so lucky,' not 'what a perv that chick is.' These kids are like, fourteen or fifteen though! Martin argued. I mean it's called the age of consent for a reason! Yeah, and most of the people in this room are like sixteen. Talia shrugged. So are you saying you don't posses the consciousness, reasoning, or self-determination to consent to getting laid? She smirked at the chuckles this elicited and propped one ankle up on her knee, her body still twisted in her seat so that her legs still faced Mr. Hadleigh at his desk. These guys were our age, plenty old enough to consent, and consent was required for this sort of initiation. Just admit that you think it's gross because you hate the idea of two guys doin' it, even though you'll go steal your brother's dirty mags with girl-on-girl action. Or maybe you think it's gross coz you don't hate the idea. There were more giggles, but when the flushing Martin opened his mouth to rebut the bell rang. Instantly she disengaged, as though he no longer existed to her she knew he got off on being publicly humiliated anyway. Even if he didn't, she knew he would still keep meeting her in the stacks. For all his posturing and bullying the nerds, Martin Lennox had a very low sense of self-worth and that suited Talia's needs just fine, just as she suited his. This was all confirmed when he dropped a note on her desk as he passed while she was packing her books up. Smiling quietly to herself, she slipped it into her bag without opening it. She had other concerns for right now. When she had seen Lolita on the syllabus for English class, Talia had known just when she ought to make her move on Mark Hadleigh. Finally, they had just started the book on Monday so it was quite reasonable for her to have the book in her possession. The line of students setting their essays on Mr. Hadleigh's desk blocked her from his view just long enough for her to slip several Polaroids just inside the cover of the book, where they would easily fall out, and accidentally leave it in her seat. With a sweet smile at her favorite teacher, she set her essay on the corner of his desk on top of the others and left without another word. Martin would be waiting for her, anyway, in the biographies according to his note. With the classroom empty for his planning period, it would be easy for Mark to notice the book laying in a chair in the front row. Stuck loosely inside the front cover, should he pick it up four Polaroids would fall to the floor, all of Talia Dean in various states of undress and unaware of the camera. Several months ago she had discovered her stepfather's stash of pictures in his nightstand while fetching something from it for her mother. Phil was a dirty old bastard who didn't stand a chance with her, but she hadn't mentioned it just in case she needed to raid the drawer for just such an occasion as this. In one photo she had clearly just stepped out of the shower and the towel was only partly draped around her, revealing her hip, ribs, and the side of her breast. In another she was still in her uniform, but had bent over to retrieve something and her panties were clearly visible with her skirt falling up over her rear nearly to her hips. In the third she was changing, her white shirt unbuttoned to the waist but only a hint of her breasts showing, just enough to be tantalizing but not enough to give anything away. In the last Polaroid she was laying on her bed, panties pulled down around her knees. Her skirt was still draped in such a way that it hid anything of interest, but it couldn't hide her sublime expression or the hand that had clearly slipped between her thighs. Mark's occasional, furtive glances had proven to her that he had weaknesses that could be exploited, and his ring only made her more determined to wrap him in her web. What he did with the photos, whether he gave them back, whether he said anything about them, would decide just how she proceeded next. But the one thing that Talia was certain of was that she would have Mark Hadleigh, and that this would be the beginning of that. For both of them.