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Christian High School Kids in a Politically Correct Community |
Chapter 1 The Homecoming Dance at Chanitok High had ended around 9PM, on the second Saturday night in October. About 4 hours later a car pulled up and stopped at the curb outside a suburban home, in the Long Island community of Chanitok; about 35 miles east of New York City. The right rear door of the vehicle opened, and 16 year old Gwen Sandrell climbed out. She stood on the front walk and waved good-bye, as the car pulled away. Now Gwen turned around heading up the walk to her house, where the kitchen light shone through the window. Momâs waiting up to scold me for being late, she thought. She walked past a sign on the lawn which said, âVote for Irene Sandrell This has been one very busy day and night for me, the girl thought. For Town Council" Gwenâs mother, Irene Sandrell was the Inclusive Party Candidate for a seat on the Chanitok Town Council. That morning sheâd brought Gwen along with her, while attending the opening of the new Chanitok Abortion Clinic. Reverend John Cabell, the Pastor of her own Church, had spoken the benediction. Gwenâs mother told her. âThis is why I want you to always be sexually responsible, and never have sex with any boy, unless heâs using a condom. I donât want you or your sister to ever be in need of the services provided here.â âNo problem Mom. I never have sex with any boy, until Iâm sure heâs got one wrapped on good and tight.â That afternoon, Gwen had also accompanied her mother to the Church where Pastor Cabell performed a Gay Marriage Ceremony. Irene Sandrell, the Inclusive Party Candidate, wanted to be seen endorsing the event. Gwen had been reluctant to attend. ââItâs just too gross Mom.â Sheâd explained earlier at home. âItâs all so perverted and unnatural.â Her mother had frowned. âWho told you that? The woman asked. âWho gave you the idea that gay sex is unnatural?â âNobody had to tell me that.â Her daughter said, âItâs just so obvious. Whenever I have sex with a boy, our parts always fit together just right, very snug, comfortable, and natural. Whatever gay people do with their parts, thereâs just no place where theyâre meant to go.â âDonât repeat that.â Her mother warned. âIf anyone hears you saying that, you might be accused of making an anti-gay slur, which is in violation of a local town ordinance; for which you might have to pay a twenty-five hundred dollar fine.â âIâve heard of that Mom; but itâs unconstitutional. Itâs in violation of everyoneâs freedom of speech. I didnât say anything that isnât true.â âJust go along with it Gwen, at least until after Election Day.â After the wedding, Gwen and her mother had come home. After supper, Mrs. Sandrell left to attend another campaign event; so she couldnât be there to meet Gwenâs date Jimmy, when heâd arrived to escort her daughter to the Homecoming Dance. Now, four hours after the Dance ended, Gwen walked through the front door, with a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye. She found her mother waiting up for her. âHi Mom!â Mom said, âWhile Itâs true that I am a âsexually permissiveâ parent Gwen, itâs still almost 1 oâclock in the morning.â âSorry Mom.â The girl laughed. âI was very sexually active tonight, and the activity was very vigorous. I just forgot all about the time.â The woman said. âYou didnât have to tell me that. From that look on your face girl, I get the impression that once the Dance ended, you didnât stay in that dress for very long?â âI sure didnât Mom.â She grinned. âJimmy and I were doing the good old horizontal dance, vigorously.â Her mother told her. âI loved doing that dance myself, when I was a High School girl.â âThere was no music, but we had great rhythm and a good beat.â Gwen laughed, âWe spent the last few hours horizontal, laughing and talking dirty. âUsing dirty words as words of loveâ.â âI loved all of that too.â âHe also said he wants to be my steady boyfriend. I told him Iâd think it over, and let him know on Monday.â âNow,â her mother told her, âI suppose thatâs what youâd call a âreally good dateâ. Iâm glad you had a good time; and Iâm glad to know you always practice safe sex.â âYou donât have to worry about that Mom. ââWhat every girl should be doing While engaging in screwing; So the slutty, skanky, bimbo ho, Wonât bring on herself, any woe.â âItâs a relief to know that my daughterâs a responsible young woman; but it is getting late, and I want you to get a good night sleep. I want us all to be ready in the morning, so we can get to Church on time.â âIâm sorry Mom.â Her daughter laughed, âBut after all that, thereâs no way Iâm gonna get any sleep tonight at all.â âI thought you might feel that way, but you are a member of the Youth Choir. You attended practice on Thursday night.â âBut Iâm just not gonna be in any shape for it Mom.â The woman sighed, âAll right, but I donât know what Iâm gonna tell people about why youâre not there.â Gwen asked her, âWould it be okay if I stay home and just turn on the TV and watch one of those Fundamentalist Preachers?â Her mother sighed again. âOkay. I understand; but whatever you do, donât tell anybody that you watched a Fundamentalist Preacher instead, for God sake. Itâd be just too embarrassing.â At 8 oâclock the following morning, Gwen stepped into the kitchen, where her mother and 13 year old sister Sarah were already seated at the breakfast table. When she sat down, Sarah smirked at her, and chanted with a laughing tone. âGwen and Jimmy, Her older sister told her, âWe were not under a tree. We were on a bed in a Motel room; a safe and private place; unlike the backseat of a car in a parking lot.âUnder a tree. F-you-know-what- i-n-g!â The girl still smirked. âLetâs see. âGwen and Jim In a motel roomâŚhmmm? âIâm not sure. What rhymes with âroomâ?â She though it over. âHow about âf-you-know-what-i-n-BOOM!â Their mother said, âItâs nice to know I have such a clever daughter. âListen Sarah.â She now spoke seriously to the younger girl. âNext year youâll be entering 9th Grade. Thatâs probably when youâll start having sex with boys yourself. When you do, I want you to always be careful like Gwen is. Never, and I repeat, never engage in unprotected sex. Always use something to protect yourself from pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases.â âYou donât have to worry about that Mom. I have no intention of ever being careless about that.â âGood. Just one more thing. Make sure you know how to use it properly.â âI already do Mom.â The girl told her, âAbout two weeks ago in biology class, they showed an âeducationalâ porno flick. It actually showed how to put a condom on a guy properly, and how to use it properly, once itâs on. Then they handed out condoms to all the boys, and IUDs, birth control pills, and morning after pills, to all the girls in the class.â Her mother said, âI am among the members of the School Board, who voted to have the Schools in this District, teaching an Inclusive Curriculum. Part of that curriculum, includes the running of that film; along with the free distribution of condoms and all those other devices. âI thoroughly approve of that. I think sexual intercourse is an activity that every upper grade Middle School and High School student should know how to engage in, safely and responsibly.â Gwen asked, âHow did you feel about seeing that flick Sarah?â The girl pouted, âI wish we didnât need to use condoms.â âThatâs what we all wish girl,â Gwen sighed. âBut be sure you always use them anyway.â âOh I am.â âYou are? Her mother asked, âNot you âwill beâ?ââ The girl nodded. âLike I said, they handed out condoms and all the other stuff to us. Then that day after school, I responsibly practiced putting a condom on a boy from my class, in the back seat of a car, in the Schoolâs parking lot. I made sure he had it wrapped on properly first. Then, it was only after I was sure about that, that we used it, in the way that it was meant to be used.â Gwen asked, âDoes that have your âthorough approvalâ Mom?â âNot entirely. While I âthoroughly approveâ of both my daughters being sexually responsible, I donât approve of anyone having sex in a back seat. In the Middle Schoolâs parking lot?â Sarah informed her, âA lot of kids do Mom; safely and responsibly.â Gwen smiled. âThatâs right Mom. My little sister hereâs had her very first f-you-know-what-i-n-g.â Sarah corrected her, âThatâs âvery first f-you-know-what-i-n-g- s â.â She said proudly, âPlural.â Now Gwen teased her sister back. âSarah got, you know what In a back seat, By her first boyfriend; Who was studly and sweet.â Sarah sat up fully erect and spoke proudly. âI am now a complete woman.â |