Lisa went to work, digging her thumbs into the fleshy sole, stroking the instep, pulling on the toes. As she worked, she suddenly realized that she was enjoying what she was doing. The boy was sighing. She could sense that he was relaxing. His cock had lengthened, but it was still lying on the chair seat like a heavy, floppy sausage. Lisa felt her cunt starting to drool.

The boy withdrew his foot. He grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.

"Peel down your jeans," he whispered. "Let me see your snatch."

Lisa felt herself flush. The boy was surely joking.

"Some other time," she said, trying to sound cool.

"Now!" the boy said. His face turned mean. "Peel down them jeans or I'll cut 'em off," He reached into his book bag and pulled out a jackknife which he began opening.

Lisa tried to keep smiling. This had to be a joke. The boy had his knife wide open. He carved at a callous on his palm, all the while glaring at her with his blue eyes.

"I ain't gonna tell you again," the boy said half out loud. He looked serious.

A boy who was sleeping nearby started in his sleep. Lisa looked up at the moderator. He must have heard. He must know what's going on. But he sat there like a statue, hiding behind his book. Lisa realized suddenly that the moderator wouldn't do anything to interfere. The boy with the knife could probably carve her up and nobody in the classroom would pay any attention. Just as nobody had responded to her scream in the Sutton bus depot, nobody would respond to her scream here. This was crazy. She knew that this just couldn't be. But it was. It was as real as that boy's well-sharpened knife blade.

The boy stopped carving on his hand. He pulled his feet under himself to stand up.

"OK!" Lisa whispered. "OK! OK!" She unzipped and unsnapped her jeans. Lifting her ass, she forced them halfway down her thighs.