They get her to the locker room

Some of the football players linger trying to get a peek, but the four girls manage to keep a reasonable circle around Tanya. Tanya, for her part, doesn't understand what all of the fuss is about. She doesn't mind being seen.

They make it to the locker room, shower, and get dressed. Melissa and Shelly explain they only went along with it because Whitney threatened to let the two girls fall. Melissa says, "now I see the best way to stand up to her is to not give her the satisfaction that her pranks and bullying work. No matter how humiliating."

Funyuko agrees. "I'm sorry I didn't support you earlier. I always felt you had a better vision than Whitney, but she...well...honestly, you're both sorta the same flavor of meanness. It just seemed like she was going to dominate this year and if I had to side with a mean girl she was the best strategy. But Melissa told me what you did for Maggie Mendhelssohn earlier today and seeing you own her prank with such confidence...yeah...you're okay in my book."

Tanya is thankful for the support, but she didn't really think she was doing anything out of the ordinary. After the three other girls head out McKenzie lingers so they can walk to their cars together.

While their walking Tanya texts her parents that she's going to dinner at Maggie's.

McKenzie checks her email and sees a message with a link waiting from Kyle. She groans. She really didn't want to watch the hentai, but felt compelled. "Ugh. Kyle sent a link to that video," she says.

Tanya, who's already riding an aroused high, smiles broadly at McKenzie. "Oh my gosh, you're so lucky," she says, "I wish I could experience it all over again."

"Please don't take it personally when I don't finish the first one and send you a text reminding you that you're an absolute pervert."

Tanya smiles, "well, we already established that I am a pervert, but you're going to love every minute of the show, I just know it."

"And I know there's no way I'm going to end up with a carrot in my ass from watching cartoons."

Tanya blushes and feels the flutter of her arousal deepening. "Sure, sure, of course not. A thin carrot isn't really your style, is it, Mac? You'll wind up using a thick, dark cucumber."

Now it's McKenzie's turn to blush. The day was such a whirlwind she'd forgotten the humiliation around the revelation that her email address was for big, black cock. "Can we please not mention that at school ever again, Tanya?"

Tanya laughs and agrees as they arrive at Tanya's car. McKenzie reaches out and touches Tanya's arm. "Listen, today was really weird on so many levels. I'm feeling better but I'm sort of worried about you. Not only today but yesterday when you...well...licked my boot. I know you feel like you're being some kind of liberated feminist, I guess, but...are you really okay?" McKenzie had been so caught up in the day's events that she'd mostly forgotten about Tanya licking the bottom of her UGG. Wasn't it supposed to prove something? Why did she ask her to do that? And more, why did Tanya so eagerly agree?

Tanya gasps when McKenzie's mentions the boot. She gazes down and frowns seeing McKenzie is wearing sneakers today. She looks at her friend. "Thanks, Mac. I love that you're sticking by my side while I go through some things. Being naked at school, hanging with the Losers Club, licking your boot, going to the st-" she almost mentions the strip club but Maggie's order stops her "strip mall..." she pauses "when I say it out loud it does sound pretty crazy, doesn't it?"

"It more than sounds crazy, Tanya. Just...if you need me to get you help?"

Tanya hugs her. "I'm going to be fine. Maggie and Kyle are looking out for me, too, but thank you. Anyway, you have some pervy cartoons to watch and I need to get to Maggie's. I'll see you tomorrow."

McKenzie softly returns the hug. "I guess. See you tomorrow." She heads off to her own car still feeling like something isn't right.

Tanya excitedly heads to Maggie's to have dinner and work on Anime Comic Con costumes.

Maggie's father greets Tanya at the door. He tousles her hair "well if it isn't little Tanya Wegner." He laughs, "well, I guess not so little now. Sheesh, I guess it's been almost four years since you've been over? Come on in. Scooby has dinner just about ready."

Tanya scrunches up her face at Mr. Mendelsohhn. That's how he used to always greet her. She tries her best to straighten out her hair as they walk to the dining room. There, Maggie, is setting up a pasta dinner for the three of them.

"Oh no, Dad!" Maggie scolds, "how many times do I need to tell you to not mess up my friends' hair when they arrive. God."

"Sorry, sorry. It's just been so long since we've had the privilege of dining with a Wegner. I forgot myself." Maggie huffs and heads into the kitchen clearly stressed about prepping dinner.

It had been a long time. After Maggie's mother divorced him five years ago Mr. Mendelssohn became reclusive. It was one of the reasons Maggie and Tanya started to grow apart. Tanya would visit and the house would be depressing. He had fallen into alcoholism and the home was always a mess. Clearly, that was no longer the case. The house was impeccably tidy and Maggie's Dad appeared to have cleaned up. He was certainly looking handsome for being nearly 50.

"Your house looks nice, Mr. Mendelssohn," Tanya says hoping she wasn't being offensive.

He chuckles and leans back in his chair. "I wish I could take the credit but it's really all Maggie. As you likely recall I was a bit of a sad sack when Katie left, um, Maggie's mom, and let the house and myself go. A couple of years ago something changed in Maggie and she threatened to leave and go live with Katie in South Carolina if I didn't shape up. It took some work on my part, but she promised if I got my shit, pardon, my act together she'd take care of the house."

Maggie rushes in and puts rolls on the table. She turns to go back to the kitchen and her Dad says, "She's become quite the little housewife, haven't you Scooby?"

Maggie glares, "Dad, that sounds so creepy. And I told you not to call me Scooby in front of people. I'm 18 and haven't pretended to be Scooby-Doo in like 12 years." Huffing again, she goes back into the kitchen.

Tanya covers her mouth and laughs. The last time she was here Mr. Mendelssohn was drinking whiskey and sunk into a ratty old Lazy-Boy chair watching sports. He barely spoke. Now he's full of energy.

"Have a seat, Teela," he says pointing to a table setting near him. Teela. Tanya had forgotten his affinity for giving all of Maggie's friends nicknames after old cartoons. She couldn't remember where her nickname came from. he leans in and whispers, "I'd never tell her this, but she didn't need to threaten to go to her mom's. I know Katie wouldn't have taken her - and I think she knows that, too. I was more worried she'd run away and end up on the streets." Leaning back and speaking in a casual voice, "so, what have you been up to the last four years? Cheerleading, right? And Scoob - ahem - Maggie said you recently started hanging out with her and Kyle? You're going to that cartoon thing or whatever it is this weekend?"

Tanya nods. "Yes, I recently discovered we still have a lot of overlapping interests, Mr. Mendelssohn, so it made sense to become friends again."

"Please call me, Tom," he tells her.

Maggie comes in with the last plate of food and takes a seat with a sigh. "Phew, I thought I'd be finished before you arrived. Anyway, hi! What's my Dad badgering you about?"

Dinner goes well. Maggie steers the conversation in a way that prevents Tanya from being too honest. There's a couple of close calls where Maggie needs to cut Tanya off, but it goes well. After dinner, Maggie's Dad offers to clean up so the girls can get started on their costumes.

Maggie leads Tanya down the hall and into her room. She closes the door, "so, we need to talk."