"Everybody knows, Jody."
"Yeah," Tricia nodded. "The whole school."
"The whole town probably."
"So?" I shrugged. "It wasn't ever a big secret."
"It should have been." Marcia shook her head.
"I can't believe you're gonna show up."
"It's pretty weird, Jody."
"Whatever." I looked out the window of the bus.
"You don't even care?"
"She did it with a dog!" Stasia giggled.
"What did your parents say?"
"Nothing," I told my three friends. "They didn't say a word."
"Weird.
"Totally."
"What's it like?" Tricia wondered and the other two blinked at her.
"You really want to know?" I asked.
"Um…" Her face reddened and she looked down.
"I can introduce you to a seriously cute boxer," I said with a smile. "He's huge too. Like this…" I held my hands about nine inches apart, "…and thick? God!"
"Shut-up!" Tricia frowned and our friends giggled nervously.
"Virgins." I rolled my eyes. "Did you guys see the pictures and everything?"
"I did," Marcia said. "I don't know who took them though."
"Do you know?" Stasia asked me.
"Not yet," I sighed. "But I have a pretty good idea."
"Yeah?" Tricia looked up again. "Who?"
"I'm not telling you!" I laughed at her. "I don't know for sure yet anyway."
"You think it was your brother?" Marcia asked and I shook my head.
"Nah," I told her. "He wouldn't dare. I'd crush his nuts if he ever did anything like that."
"Oh!" Stasia giggled nervously and we all knew she had a crush on my brother. I had no idea why. He was a wimp.
"Maybe some of his friends…" Tricia started saying.
"They're all fags," I snorted. "No. A boy wouldn't just throw my pictures on the internet without trying to blackmail me first."
"Blackmail?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "Don't you guys ever read porn?"
"Porn?" They all blinked at me.
"Nevermind," I said. "Boys just want eight things in life and seven of them are sex."
"So a boy would have said, have sex with me or else?" Stasia asked.
"Exactly," I replied. "I'd have kicked his ass, but he'd have been stupid enough to try anyway."
"What's the other thing?" Tricia wondered and I laughed at her.
"Something else," I replied. "Duh!"
"You think a girl did it?" Marcia narrowed her eyes at me and I stared at her until she looked down.
"Definitely a girl," I said. "Maybe even one of you three."
"What?"
"No!"
"Jody!"
"Relax," I told them. "I know it wasn't any of you."
"Who then?" Stasia asked, looking at the other two.
"Amy," Marcia offered.
"Amy?" Tricia giggled.
"She'd be the hottest girl in school if it wasn't for Jody," Marcia explained. "She's jealous."
"She's so dumb, she gives blondes a bad name too," Tricia said. "If she took the pictures…"
"And put them on a website," Stasia interjected.
"…she had help," Tricia finished. "No way Amy could do it by herself."
"Yeah. Maybe." Marcia shrugged.
"Suzy probably," Tricia suggested.
"Suzy?" Stasia made a face. "She loves dogs."
"Exactly!" Tricia nodded. "Miss PETA last Christmas? She practically lives at the Humane Society. She's always talking about how some coyote wolf thing is going extinct, or remember old man Winters? She called the sheriff on him like six times because his dog was too skinny and…"
"Yeah!" Stasia laughed. "The anorexic dog. That was weird."
"The dog was seventeen," I said. "That's like a hundred and twenty in human years."
"That's my point though." Tricia looked at me. "She'd think you were abusing that dog. Like making him have sex with you or whatever."
"And she would have called the cops," Marcia said. "Suzy wouldn't have just taken pictures and left."
"Yeah," Stasia agreed. "Suzy's way too pro-active or whatever. She'd have called the marines."
"It wasn't Suzy," I told them.
"Who would do it then?" Stasia asked. "Everybody likes you, Jody. You're like the prettiest girl anybody ever saw."
"What's that got to do with it?" I laughed.
"Everything," Tricia told me seriously. "But you don't act like it. I mean, you hang out with us and we're…"
"Average," Marcia said and that was a good word for them. They weren't ugly, but they weren't going to be homecoming queens either.
"Everybody likes you," Stasia sighed. "All the boys, the teachers, even the girls aren't jealous…"
"Except Suzy."
"Probably nobody's even going to care you have sex with dogs." Tricia giggled. "I mean, it's weird, but kinda cool…" she glanced at her friends, "…What? It is cool. Don't pretend it isn't."
"Yeah, maybe." Stasia said. "If Jody likes it."
"I'd try it," Marcia said softly and then blushed. "I mean, you know…once."
"Me too," Tricia said. "I want to try it now. If Jody's doing it, then…"
"Me too!" Stasia blurted and the shrugged. "Like, I'll do it if you guys will."
"If Jody helps us," Marcia agreed and they all looked at me.
"Would you show us how?" Tricia asked. "Like teach us or something?"
"Sure," I said. "We can do it after school. You won't be virgins anymore though."
"Really?"
"Cool!"
"That's okay," they all agreed, smiling and giggling, red-faced and happy like I knew they'd be. My friends were so predictable.
"The whole school's gonna be doing it," Marcia said. "You think?"
"No doubt," Stasia said. "The boys are going to freak out."
"They'll want to watch!" Tricia giggled. "God! This is gonna be so cool."
"We should call the pet shop…" Stasia suggested.
"The Humane Society," Marcia said. "We gotta get the best dogs…"
"Before they're all taken!" Tricia finished for her friends. "Everybody's going to want the big ones first."
"I'm going to call as soon as we get to school…"
"Me too!"
"We should skip out!"
"You think?"
I listened to my three friends and not only them; every girl on the bus had been listening and now they whispered excitedly while the boys tried to eavesdrop. They'd all been talking about me, the way everyone always did, but now they were talking about what kind of dogs they wanted. By the time we got to school, thirty girls were eager to fuck a dog. By lunchtime, the whole school would be talking about it. A hundred high school girls, more than a hundred, rubbing their little pussies in eager anticipation of getting the ride of a lifetime on a big, fat canine cock.
It was always like that. If I bought new shoes, every girl in school had to have a pair. Whatever I wore was cool. Whatever I said was gospel. Whatever I did, they all had to do it and any girl who didn't was strange and outcast. That was why I'd taken pictures of myself and put them on the internet. Nobody wants to be the outsider, least of all me.
