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SCHOOLGIRL REPORT - PART 11 "Trying Beats Studying"

Adapted from the book with the same title by Gunther Hunold

Starring many uncredited adolescents and parents

Ladies and gentlemen, ...

... the subject of today's program discussion is one with no conclusion:

Are our laws for the protection of youth too liberal, ...

... sufficient, or in need of improvement?

Today, as usual, we've assembled another interesting ...

... and, I think, well-balanced group.

I'll introduce the women first.

Doctor Hammacher is a youth psychologist, and mother of two daughters.

And Mrs. Thea Bertold is a homemaker, and mother of a grown daughter.

Yes, you might say so!

I gather from your remark that you have a lot to say on our subject.

Well, I'll do my best.

Next, to our gentlemen.

Principal Dr. Wolters is the head of a humanistic high school.

And last but not least, Police Inspector Jenkel.

Well, here we go. Hopefully, we won't have to censor too much.

Inspector, I'd like to start with you.

What do you think about our topic's main question?

Do you think the laws for the protection of youth ...

... are sufficient, or do they need improvement?

Well, as you know, laws always need improvement.

Times change, and with them, so do the requirements and situations.

But it's difficult to generalize something like this.

I mean, with any assessment, one is always dealing with individual cases.

And that's why I'd like to first present a case that recently happened in my department.

The girl is named Martina Behrens, and she is 17 years old.

A high-school student, 11th grade. She's an only child.

Her father is a police sergeant, and her mother a homemaker.

They're taking a math test ... the last before the report cards, and for many a decisive one.

Especially for Martina, whose grades in other important subjects are also catastrophic.

Rolf, help me, won't you?

Where does it itch, honey?

Instructor, may I be excused for a minute?

- All right, but leave your work on the table. - Of course.

Rolf, please help me.

That's what I'm doing.

Please, no speaking... or whispering!

Turn around, Becca.

Martina, leave your work on the table.

Let me see it.

You too.

I'm holding on to both of your exams, and giving each of you a zero.

But, Instructor, Rolf didn't do anything.

I took his paper as he stood up.

It says a lot about you that you want to clear your classmate of blame.

I'd like to believe you... but you'll never manage to pass your final exams.

You're a hopeless case.

Hopeless?

Hopeless.

Rolf Mertenz offered to let Martina study with him because she'd taken the blame.

At least, that's what he said. But, surely, he had ulterior motives.

Rolf was among the best students in the class, and thus Martina was happy for the opportunity.

Moreover, she really liked Rolf.

The schoold was quite competitive. Everyone against each other.

Thus, everyone was glad when someone else got a bad grade.

So, do you finally get it, Martina?

I don't know. Maybe a little.

A little is better than not at all.

Let's stop for today.

Say, Rolf, don't your parents ever worry about you?

About what?

I mean, because you live here alone and can do whatever you want.

My parents would never allow it.

My dear child, first of all, I'm of age. So it's none of my parents' business what I do.

Besides, they're happy that I'm out of the house.

And secondly?

Secondly, we can talk business now.

Business? But I have no money to pay you.

I didn't say anything about money. You're a real cutie.

- Don't you think I've earned a little reward? - Alright, you can have a little reward.

- Not bad. We can have a little fun. - Gee, you're expensive!

Yes, that's how it is. Now come here...

- I have to tell you something. - Yes?

I ... I've never been with a man before.

But you like me, don't you?

Yes, but...

Her first time with Rolf, Martina felt only pain.

But that changed as she was with Rolf more often.

Her grades in school also improved.

- You're bathing, Martina? - Yes, mother.

Phys Ed was very exhausting today, and I have to go out again.

Again? You're hardly ever home anymore.

- And your homework? - That's why I have to go out.

You know that I'm studying with Uschi and Petra.

Will you hand me a towel?

Oh well, it seems to be helping that you're studying with Uschi.

Hopefully, you're doing well in school, my child. You know Father. He's always so anxious.

- I'm trying my best. - Yes, I know.

Oh, yes... yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

One day, it was all over.

Rolf told her he didn't have any more time for her, and couldn't study with her anymore.

You just have to understand, Martina. The demands on my time are getting worse.

I can hardly find time for my own work.

- But, Rolf, I'll be lost without you. - Oh, come on, you'll manage.

With your body, you ought to be able to find someone else who'll study with you.

But who? Rolf, you can't abandon me now.

Don't talk like that... "abandon you."

We can still see each other now and then.

We don't need to get married because of a little piece of ass.

Rolf, please.

I'm really sorry, girl, but I just don't have time any more.

Bye.

Martina, what are you doing here? I told you I don't have any time.

Rolf, please, you have to help me. I can't figure out the math and French.

"And, and, and..." I told you I don't have any time. Just go.

Rolf, please. I'll do anything you want.

I see, you finally like it? You must really be desperate.

Alright, but this has to come to an end. Come in ...

Well, do you finally understand?

I always knew you were dumb, but this dumb?

It's a crying shame. Say hi to your parents for me when you get home.

From that day on, Martina began to take pills, ...

... anything she could get her hands on, indiscriminately.

Headache pills, sleeping pills, stimulants and some psychotropic drugs.

She just wanted to numb herself, and didn't realize how dependent she had gotten on this hellish stuff.

Her school grades got worse again, and one day her father was called in by the teacher.

The teacher advised him to take his daughter out of school.

You have no idea what work actually means!

Calm down and eat your dinner.

Calm down, calm down!

How am I supposed to calm down and eat? I've lost my appetite.

I would have kissed my father's boots if he had allowed me to finish school!

But you have no sense of honor!

There are other things that girls can do.

Yes.

Street walkers ...

Tell me, what do you hope to become?

Have you ever given any thought to that?

- Dumb and lazy! - Egon, stop it!

Listen, your teacher says you have one last chance.

You have one more test. So pull yourself together!

If you fail this one, I'll tell you what's coming!

- Don't show your face around me anymore! - Egon ...

Believe me, Martina, you'll never manage to pass your exit exams.

Why do you torture yourself and all the others?

You're only bringing down the class average.

You're a hopeless case.

Hopeless.

Hopeless.

That day, Martina took all the pills she could find, ...

... opened a bottle of water, dissolved them, and drank it all.

She could have been saved if she had been found in time.

But the girl locked herself in her room.

Her mother found her the next morning when she went to wake Martina.

What's the use of laws protecting the youth when something like that can happen?

It's worse when protective laws are scornfully corrupted and twisted around.

We have, for example, a law that precisely regulates child labor with many words.

But what's going on in our schools?

This cruel stress starts as early as elementary school.

We demand more hours of work per day from children than we'd ask of an industrial worker.

Oh, rubbish! That's the way it's always been.

Perhaps you'd like to turn the clock back? If so, let me share this story.

- Regine Schmierhold, you're 17 years old. - I'm 18 now.

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

Well, then, you know why you're here. So, tell me about it.

He raped me.

Wait a minute. Not so quickly.

You have to tell me exactly. So, who is "he"?

Werner Hinterkofler, my private tutor. The bastard!

Slowly. Let's take one thing at a time.

How did it all start?

It started when I needed tutoring because I wasn't doing well in school.

Especially in French, Latin, and German.

An acquaintance of an acquaintance of my father recommended Mr. Hinterkofler.

So I went to him one day with my father.

I'd be very grateful...

Just the way he looked at me...

He had such a piercing gaze that I felt like he was stripping me stark naked.

And his job?

Mr. Hinterkofler was an assistant science professor at the university.

He said he didn't really have time to tutor.

He was only doing it out of friendship ... and 10 Marks an hour.

I had to see him three times a week.

So that's how it all started.

Okay, and how long before the rape happened?

Maybe three weeks or so.

During that time, did he try to get physical, or anything like that?

More than once.

You'll have to provide more details. What exactly did he do?

Well, the first time I was with him, nothing happened.

The second time, it was a Sunday afternoon, that's when he started.

What did he do?

Well, every time he gave me a written assignment, he'd bend over and touch me.

More precisely, what did he actually do?

He pulled up my sweater and touched my breasts.

- And you didn't defend yourself? - I tried, but he was too strong.

No!

Stop!

Please, no!

- And where did he touch you? - Well ...

- Not in your... - Yes, exactly.

And what did you do?

- Me? - You could have called for help.

- No, I was scared of the guy. - Scared? Did he threaten you?

- He did! - How? In what way?

Go on, tell me.

Get up!

Undress yourself!

I said undress yourself! Go over to the chair!

Go on!

Go ahead!

So, I always had to strip naked and bend over the back of the chair, so that he could punish me.

Punish?

- How did he punish you? - He beat me.

Yes, and then?

Then he... He showed me his penis.

Why didn't you report this sooner, or tell your parents?

I was scared of him, and I was also embarrassed.

My father insisted that I go to him for tutoring.

Some tutoring!

Exactly what happened on October 7th?

Everything okay?

At first, he acted normally.

Then he came over to me to explain a mistake.

And then, all of a sudden...

Oh, please, don't.

Please, don't.

It was awful.

But the worst part was that terrible dog that was gnashing its teeth.

- Is this correct? - Every word.

Then please sign here.

So...

You can go now. Please ask your father to come in.

- You can come in now. - Wait for me.

Did you have your daughter medically examined?

Why? Do you think she's lying?

That's not the point. But a rape should be medically verified.

Are you asking that I submit my daughter to such humiliation again with an examination?

- Then you won't? - No.

Alright, then I'll read the report and ask you to sign it.

Come, Regine. We won't tell mother anything that was said here.

Mr. Hinterkofler, please.

The two of us will take a two-week vacation.

So, you claim that there's no truth to what the girl said?

Yes, that's correct, Prosecutor.

On the contrary. I'd say it was just the other way around.

Ah ha! Then the girl raped you?

Not quite that, but you see, it all started with the way she dressed.

She'd wear the mostly tantalizing and provocative clothing when she came for tutoring.

- Hello. - Hello.

Have a seat.

On page 14, you'll find excerpts from the memoirs of Fauche, later then...

So then let's start with French, yes?

Please open the book, ...

... and we'll read page ...

She apparently sought bodily contact with me as often as she could.

I would have given up this troublesome student long ago if her father hadn't persuaded me otherwise.

She always took it too far.

I have no doubt that she was trying to seduce me.

Pardon me.

Please stand up.

I don't know what you hope to acheive with your unseemly conduct.

It's scandalous!

What actually happened on October 7th?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

In any case, nothing that could justify an indictment.

Are you doing okay?

Yes, I think so.

Try not to make any mistakes.

The session seemed to be proceeding normally.

But then she suddenly got into a crazy mood.

You must be...

Put your clothes on right now! Get out of my house and never come back here again, understood?

- I love you! I can't help it! - That's enough of that!

Don't send me away! I'll do anything you ask of me!

Please, stop with all that!

I love you so! Don't leave me!

Please stop that. Just let go of me!

I'll kill myself if you don't sleep with me!

Finally, I was able to calm her down a bit. She then put on her clothes and left. That was it.

And what about your dog?

What?

Didn't it threaten the girl while gnashing its teeth?

- My dog? - Yes.

Him?

Prosecutor.

As ordered, I picked up Mr. Hinterkofler's dog. Here he is.

Ms. Glich, the case is closed.

When Regine was later examined, ...

... it was determined that she was indeed still a virgin.

You see, that's what happens.

Did I say otherwise? I've taken precautions so that something like that couldn't happen to me.

Oh, no, do tell.

- That's not possible right now. - Oh, but it is. Just watch.

Take a break, ladies and gentlemen. We're having some technical difficulties.

I'm suggesting a 10-minute smoke break.

You see how it's done, sweetheart? So, now it's your turn.

All right, then.

It was during my school days.

I think I was 16.

I had always enjoyed looking at myself naked in the mirror.

When my hands grazed over my skin, it tingled.

I was becoming curious.

I always dreamed of being undressed by a man.

Many of my friends already had steady boyfriends.

I thought that would much nicer ...

... than always just doing it to yourself.

I didn't want to spend my life masturbating.

Something had to happen, and soon!

Hi, Gila!

I need help with the English translation.

Can't we...? I mean, can't we do it together?

Does it have to be now? I'll let you copy it tomorrow during art class.

- I've got something better in mind today. - You... ?

You're not going to meet with a boy, are you?

Not just that. Today I'm going to my premiere.

I bet that's more fun than English lessons.

Have you already... had it in there?

In theory, often. In practice, never.

I've done it to myself a lot.

- Oh, and who's the poor boy? - Hansi?

He's very experienced, I've heard.

- Gosh, this is so exciting! - If you feel like it, you can come with me.

I'll call Hansi and tell him to bring a friend.

Really?

Of course I'll do it.

Hey, that's really cool of you.

Am I right in assuming that ...?

- Tell me, you haven't already ...? - No.

Then I'll be assisting in your own development.

- Just don't forget to call him! - I'll do it right now. Wait right there.

I wonder if this will go well.

I'd like to know why we're going to all this trouble with these old things.

- The chicks probaly aren't going to come. - You're wrong, they'll be here.

Gila is the hottest girl around!

Who says that?

Everyone knows that. When there's someone to bang, she's the first one there.

She's so hot, you'll get blisters on your fingers.

And if Gila brings a friend with her, you can be sure she's not a prude.

Man, I can't stand listening to you talk about her anymore!

I'm telling you, they're the right ones for us. They know their stuff! You can be sure of it!

And what about you?

Tell me, honestly, you haven't done it yet either, have you?

No, but I'm a natural. You'll see.

I'm supposed to believe that?

- Gabi, what's with you? - I'm so nervous, Gila. Can we turn around?

- I don't want to embarrass myself. - Oh, nonsense!

These guys are so experienced, nothing can go wrong.

If I had only done it before, then at least I'd know how to act.

Just rely on the guys. They know what to do.

Oh, gosh, it's cold today! Hopefully the guys' things haven't frozen.

- Otherwise, I'd rather have gone skiing! - Oh, you and your skiing!

Hopefully that will be able to take the load.

Man, you couldn't have picked a worse place for this.

Don't say anything against this place. My father got it for a bargain.

It just needs to be straightened up a bit.

Don't stomp around like an elephant. The floor isn't safe.

Man, it stinks like paint here. I won't be able to get it up.

If this doesn't suit you, you can go upstairs with your chick.

The air is fresher up there.

But watch out for the floor. Better stay near the outside wall.

Well, I don't know. It's beginning to get on my nerves.

And your chicks aren't coming.

I'm telling you, they're not coming.

They'll be here!

Oh, man.

Who says the lion doesn't eat grass? There they are!

Oh, damn, they're really coming.

Oh, geez.

Well, did I promise too much? They're great!

You can't pass that up.

- Hey, what's wrong with you? - Let me out. I changed my mind.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

- You're staying here and screwing, is that clear? - But I can't. I've never done it before.

- Then we'll both do it for the first time today. - With those girls?

Oh, you don't need any training. They'll take care of that.

- Hansi. - Yeah?

- I have to pee. - Nonsense. You're staying here.

- And if they realize we're beginners? - They must not!

Just keep looking at their boobs, and you'll have a torch in your pants.

I think I'd better turn back.

Gee, Gabi, your anxiety is contagious. I feel a bit queasy, too.

- But there's still time. - That's out of the question.

We're here now, and it's going to happen. Now, don't wet your pants!

Hi.

Hi.

This is my friend, Gabi.

Hi.

- And this is my friend, Traugott. - Oh, my God, Traugott!

Well, parents can be cruel sometimes.

I'd like to know what's so funny. I hope it's not about my name.

Yes, that's true.

- Do you have a stick? - Of course. What did you think?

Zip it up ...

Here.

Did you bring anything to drink?

- Of course, that's all part of it, isn't it? - That's right.

Then let's cut out all this chatter.

Shouldn't we have a drink first?

No, afterwards! If we don't want to celebrate Christmas here, we'd better get started.

Oh, man!

- So, what's that supposed to do for me? - You know... it's called foreplay.

I must have been absent when they discussed this in sex education.

Work on the other breast. The right one already hurts.

Say, do you have a breast fetish?

What's the matter? Don't you feel like it?

I do. I do.

I imagined my first time differently.

Come on, let's get comfortable upstairs.

Gosh, your nose is cold!

It'll get bigger. You'll see.

Yes, that's great!

That's amazingly good!

I never thought it could be so good!

Oh, yes! Yes!

- Do you know the joke about the rabbits? - Tell me...

Yes.

Should I really tell you the joke about the rabbits?

Hold me...

Can you please take it out? I don't have any free hands right now.

Where?

- Tell me how it goes. - Screw first... talk later.

Man, but you're built!

Hey, what are you doing? You're sticking it between the springs!

What?

I just thought you were tight.

Hold on! I want to take my socks off!

You can do that later.

Oh man, this is great!

I feel like I'm flying!

I'm coming! I'm coming!

So are we!

- I slipped out. - The straw is sticking me now!

Oh, no.

And just when it was getting good!

I told you so.

What a mess!

I've got paint all over my pussy!

This screwing is a shitty game!

- I'm all glued together. - Come on.

I imagined all this quite differently.

And I should have had an orgasm.

I'd say that in the last few years, actually, in the last decade, ...

... many sexual taboos have been eliminated.

And these taboos haven't reappeared.

But there is undoubtedly, especially among the youth, ...

... a trend which again restricts sexual freedom.

Virginity is important again.

For Christ's sake, do you actually regret that?

As a sexual psychologist, yes.

The consequence will be sexual repression.

But on the other hand, I'll admit, there is sexual frustration due to too much sexual freedom.

It's just the question of which is the lesser of the two evils.

In my experience, many sex crimes are committed due to sexual repression, ...

... but rarely due to sexual frustration.

Yes, I think so, too.

That's probably the case with pornography.

Since it's been legalized, sex crimes, and this is proven, have decreased in number.

What would you say, by way of example, about the following case? I experienced this myself.

It was about three-quarters into the term, just before final exams when I was compelled ...

... to take a closer look at the scholastic performance of a student, Michaela Rautenberg.

This strikingly beautiful girl lived alone with her mother, who had been ill for years.

Michaela was a loner, too serious for a girl her age.

But she was an excellent student, intelligent and hardworking.

For the past few weeks, her grades had rapidly declined, and it was right before final exams.

The Parliament passes laws after the third reading with a simple majority.

The bill is then sent to the Federal President for ratification.

Are there exceptions to this procedure?

Michaela?

Well?

You don't know it?

Westermeier?

When a bill has concerns affecting the counties, then the Federal Council has to issue its approval.

Yes. Right.

That's it for today.

Michaela, please stay for a moment.

I have to speak with you.

Michaela, I'm worried. Is something wrong?

Your grades have slipped, lately.

So much so that not just I, but all the other faculty are puzzled, too.

Do you have any problems?

- Is it your mother? - No.

- Is there something else you can't handle? - No.

- Or something that's disturbing you? - Definitely not!

Then you have to promise to pull yourself together from now on.

Can you promise me that?

Well, alright, then.

I couldn't get Michaela's unusual behavior out of my mind.

As I came back from a walk late one afternoon, I noticed the mailbox ...

... that I had already checked earlier in the afternoon.

I thought it was just another advertisement.

The handwriting was familiar.

It was Michaela's handwriting.

"Dear Doctor Wolters,

By the time you find this letter, I'll be dead.

I would have so liked to tell you the truth in school, but I just couldn't.

I've been dragged into something from which there's no other way out for me.

I don't have the strength to go on.

Please try to break the news gently to my mother. Maybe she'll believe that it was an accident.

You'll find my body down by the bridge. Michaela."

Stay here!

Michaela! Michaela!

I was glad that I was able to prevent the tragedy at the last moment.

The girl was completely broken.

I didn't want to bring her to her sick mother in that condition.

That's why I took her with me, where she recounted her terrible ordeal.

It all started when Michaela found a 100-Mark bill after school one day.

Well, little sister, did I scare you?

Sorry about that.

You didn't scare the sister at all, potato head.

I think she flinched because she has a guilty conscience, eh?

Exactly.

Yes, little sister, I know, you're a nice girl, and want nothing to do with guys like us.

But whether you want to or not, I have to ask you something.

Did you happen to find something I lost?

- Not that I know of. Now leave me alone! - Look at this rotten little bitch.

Lying straight to my face.

I didn't find anything, and that's that.

- Now leave me alone, or I'll scream for help. - Cut the crap, sister!

First you steal my money, and then you mouth off!

- Should I do a strip search? - No, Klaus, I think we'll search her purse first.

- Here. - Give me my purse right now!

Relax.

You'll get it right back, little sister. We just want to see if my 100-Mark bill is in there.

- She had it. - That doesn't belong to you. It's my money.

Well, if that's so, we have to give the bill back.

Wait, I just thought of something.

My 100-bill has two pin holes. I stapled it to some other bills yesterday.

There you are, two pin holes.

Well, sister, ill-gotten goods never bring prosperity.

We ought to take you to the police.

You can't do that. You have your money back.

- If you report me... - Yes, yes, yes...

Then the young lady who didn't want to talk to us will be thrown out of school.

Am I right?

Then come with us.

Just a minute...

Hey, Grandpa, you look amazed.

It's such a shame about today's youth, isn't it?

That's my only cane!

Because of her guilty conscience, Michaela didn't realize she'd been tricked.

You have nice handwriting.

"I hereby affirm that I, Michaela Rautenberg, ...

... did unlawfully try to keep a 100-Mark bill lost by Reggie Taut.

Mr. Taut will abstain from filing a charge of theft if I practice daily repentance, ...

... and bring him 100 Marks within four weeks, which he will donate to the Red Cross.

Michaela Rautenberg." Yes... okay.

- Can I go now? - Just a minute!

Hey, what are you two still hanging around for?

Go next door! Get back to work!

What is this? I have to go home. My mother is very sick. She'll be worried.

Your mother will have to wait a little longer.

Well, how do you like my pad?

I think it's very original.

Does your boyfriend have a pad like this, too? You do have a boyfriend, don't you?

- Yes, I have a boyfriend. - I know, I know. I asked around.

He's in the army and comes home on leave every six weeks.

What a shame.

- Aren't you lonely in the meantime? - No.

No?

- Let's have a look at you... - Here it goes!

You have nice tits. And the rest of you looks like my kind of thing.

Stop! I'll call the police!

Police?

Did you forget what I'm holding over you?

I can turn you in whenever I want.

Is that clear?

Is it clear?

Yes.

Well, then...

No!

No!

Hey...

This here...

Show me what you can do.

Do it well and you'll get back the letter you wrote.

Are you getting everything, potato head? Are you getting it all?

I can't click as fast as he screws.

We can sell the pictures to any porno magazine, guaranteed.

The expressions on the little one's face are really awesome!

She really looks terrific in this shot.

Especially from that angle, don't you think?

You must realize by now that you're entirely under our control.

Entirely.

From now on you'll do exactly as we say.

- Is that clear? - Yes.

As promised, Baron.

As punctual as clockwork.

Here's the lady.

Lovely. Really lovely.

Well, when one's over 30...

Gentlemen, if you please...

What the girl had to endure in the following days and weeks, we can only imagine from her account.

Tell me, Michaela, did you actually put any thought into this?

Every day your work gets worse!

Hey!

Yeah, sweetheart!

- Toss her over! - Let me go!

I can't take this anymore!

If only Michaela had just one person in whom she could confide.

Hey, amigos!

I've got something no one else can offer you. A nice, blonde senorita... great screwing.

Come on, friends! Come on! Don't be shy!

Come out of your cubbyholes. Look at this here.

How about these tits? There's nothing like them in Sicily or Tehran.

Here... turn around.

An ass as awesome as this can't be found anywhere else in the world!

Relax, friends. You can all share her. She's here for everybody.

And the whole thing won't cost 100 Marks, not even 80 Marks... but just 50 Marks!

Yes, just 50 Marks! So, line up over there.

Come on, men, get out those 50-bills.

Great. One, two...

And you... come on. Come, come, come.

And you, with your unemployment money, come on.

Hurry up, men, while the lady is still fresh.

Oh, look at her.

So beautiful.

Come on, don't fall asleep.

Yeah, thanks. Man, if it keeps up like this, we'll have to pass out numbers.

Come on, get going! Beauty before age.

What a business! What a business!

Huh, what do you say? One, two, three, four...

The horrors the girl had to endure during those days are indescribable.

Go on, next. No pushing. Everyone will get their turn.

Slowly, boys. Stand back.

You don't have to be scared, young lady. Ibrahim doesn't make love for money or under force.

Don't be afraid.

Bad men brought you here. This is no good for a young girl.

Ibrahim will save you, take you to safety, understand?

- Really? - Don't be scared.

Please don't be afraid.

This way. Quietly.

Come... like this. Give me your hand.

Like that...

Quietly!

Come.

Don't be scared.

I'll give you money for a taxi.

That was the day Michaela decided to end her life.

I was able to save her at the last minute.

She soon overcame the shock of her terrible ordeal.

I turned in the three evil blackmailers, and they received their just punishment.

It was amazing how quickly Michaela recovered.

She passed her final exams with a superior grade point average.

She wants to become a social worker or a youth psychologist.

Yes, good.

You see, that's an example of how life can often be worse than anything a writer invents.

The last case concerned the protection that every citizen, including adults, has under law.

But when I consider the laws that protect children and youth, what kind of laws are they, really?

Just prohibitions.

We regulate everything in terms of what young people are not allowed to do.

And how many become labelled as criminals by these prohibitive rules?

I have an 18-year-old daughter.

She told me this story a few days ago, which you may find interesting.

Hey, look, that guy is really well-hung!

- Oh yeah, the ancient Greeks. - They had the right idea.

- They only thought about one thing. - They would have known a few things.

- Just like you guys. - Come on, Heidi, always acting so virginal!

That's so boring.

- Heidi, someone's here for you. - Hello, Heidi.

My best wishes for your 18th, ...

... and luck in love, in play, in school, in sex, and so on and so on, okay?

Okay! Thank you, that was great, but I'll never be like you.

- Let's get back to the party. - First I have to get rid of my presents.

Here, first the green stuff, and second, something you can use.

Thank you. Sit down.

Please, mother, do me a favor and put them in a vase?

Of course. They're pretty!

The pill?

Oh, my gosh! You should have brought her a man to go with that.

- What will our dear innocent one do with the pill? - Yeah... exactly.

Heidi would rather wait until marriage.

The pills will have expired by then.

Don't talk such nonsense. I just haven't met the right one, that's all.

You should worry about yourselves, rather than my sex life.

I didn't have any problem with that. It was really quite easy for me.

One day I wanted to get it over with, so I took matters into my own hands.

First, I invited my Gustav for a drive to the countryside.

Along the way, it suddenly began to rain.

Believe it or not, we made love there in the greenhouse, since his father owned a large nursery.

Welll... he made me a woman between the tomatoes and cucumbers.

The only thing I didn't enjoy was getting dirt up my butt.

- Did it hurt? - Not until afterwards.

We discovered that we'd been lying on an anthill!

And if it's not true, then at least it's well-invented.

With me, it was just the opposite. I was taken by surprise.

My Werner didn't want to miss out on being my first, so he came up with a clever plan.

He called one day and said he was terribly sick, and that he had to stay in bed.

His voice sounded so hoarse and weak that I got really scared, and immediately went to see him.

And then, of course, I wanted to know what was wrong with him.

I feel sick.

Let's see if you have a fever.

No, you don't have a fever.

I don't?

Show me your tongue.

Say, "Ah"...

Are your glands swollen? I don't feel anything here.

- Can you feel that? - Yes. Are you crazy?

I don't like how that feels.

- Why not? - That's an unusual swelling.

It isn't...

At first I wanted to scream for help when I finally realized what I held in my hand.

Then I began to get nervous, but I also felt sorry for my poor Wernerle.

I felt I needed to do something to make his swelling go down.

And it did... after an hour.

You won't hurt me?

No.

Bravo.

You just have to be careful.

When the man's swelling goes down, the woman's swelling begins.

Yeah, you're right. I was also scared for a while.

I wasn't prepared for the medical solution.

Now it's your turn, Susie. When and where did you pop your cherry?

I found I had to help out a little.

My dear Wolfie didn't have the courage.

Maybe he thought I'd bite something off.

I was feeling pretty horny and couldn't keep my rear end still.

When I finally realized that Wolfie wasn't about to start the attack... I got an idea!

- Wolfie. - What is it?

Come here. I want to show you something.

- Just come here. - Why?

Just come.

What do you want to show me?

I lost my keychain.

- Where did you lose it? - It must have fallen off somewhere.

So, what can I do?

Find it. If you find it, you'll get a reward.

- What will I get? - A kiss, and maybe a little more if you want.

- And... ? - So get started.

Where should I start?

There?

Pull my skirt down. You'll be able to see better.

Oh, my gosh. I'm supposed to find it in there? How big is it?

Quite small.

Sorry, but I don't see anything.

I really don't see it.

Keep searching.

Sorry, but I haven't found it.

Look more closely, I think I feel something down there.

Look at the pony. Does it give you any ideas?

Well, in a nutshell, he finally understood and granted my wish.

- And the key... did he ever find it? - No, never.

- Where did you hide it? - In my left shoe, but he never got that far.

And besides, you didn't need it anymore. Your wish was already fulfilled.

And not just once. I think he used his noodle at least half a dozen times!

Heidi, telephone.

Grandma wants to congratulate you. Come on.

I'm coming. I'll be right back.

Don't let the cake get stale.

Guys, we have to come up with something for Heidi.

- Yes, it can't go on like this. - She's going to end up a lesbian.

Or it will dry up down there.

- We have to find a man. - From where?

Well, I know one who'll teach her.

- How's that? Are you familiar with his noodle? - Only indirectly. He's my cousin.

We played doctor together as kids.

- Do you think that's a qualification? - Listen, the guy has a thundering reputation!

If anyone can inject our Heidi properly, it's him.

And how do you plan to get the two together?

That's no problem.

I'll invite the two of them over under some pretense, and then I'll close the door.

Once the two are alone, it's as good as done. Trust me, I know my dear Achim.

That embroidered folk blouse looks great. Where is it from?

A guy brought it back for me from Greece.

- Do you want this? - I can't possibly take that.

Don't be silly. Try it on. If you like it, you can have it.

I don't like it anymore anyway, ...

... because the guy that gave it to me, I recently landed him one in the face.

Since then, he doesn't come around anymore.

That's not the blouse's fault. You must be crazy to give away such a nice blouse!

- Am I interrupting? - Nonsense, come in and be quiet.

This is Achim, my cousin that I told you about.

And this is Heidi.

- So, what did you tell her about me? - Well, my dear, you have to ask yourself that.

Explore your conscience.

- Oh, boy... - You see, he's really a nice guy.

Thanks.

Go on, kids, help yourselves. There are drinks in the cabinet.

My private bar is behind the lingerie.

I hope you find everything there that you need to feel comfortable.

What's that supposed to mean? Are you leaving us alone?

Who said I was? No, I just have to make a phone call.

I promised Susie. I'll be right back.

Take care of Heidi, okay? Be nice to her. She's really a sweetheart.

Wait...

- Well, would you like something to drink? - No, thank you.

I mean, if there's something non-alcoholic, I have that.

Well, let me see what Ulla has here. She said it was behind the lingerie.

There's only martini mix here.

Maybe you can check in the kitchen if there's any more lemonade.

What's this? It's locked.

What nonsense.

"You can only come out when Heidi's no longer a virgin. Have fun. Ulla."

She's crazy.

It's probably just a bad joke.

How mean!

I'll pay her back for this.

You don't need to worry. I promise I won't take advantage of the situation.

I'm not like they say I am.

And now I think we should cook her goose!

Hold this.

Just in case...

Damn, they hung something in front of the keyhole!

What a sweet pair of tits!

- You're really a knockout, girl. - What are you doing to me?

I've only just begun, sweetheart.

- First I'll take off these cute little panties. - No, Achim, stop!

- Oh my, what do we have here? - No, please!

Oh, Achim!

Don't be shy, girl. Come on, spread your legs a little.

No. Please, no.

No...

Here, take a look at this thing.

Oh my God, it's huge!

Please, give it to me!

Achim will take care of her. You can count on it.

They did it ...

I told you, you can rely on Achim.

- I don't hear anything. - I feel a little funny myself.

- Well, was I any good? - You were fantastic!

- Well, I'd give anything if we ... - What?

- If what? - Oh, nothing ...

Well, I think they'll let us out now.

Just a moment ...

Wait... you too!

Now we can go.

Open up! Mission accomplished!

- I live over there on the right. Goodbye. - I said I'd walk you home. Is that clear?

- Well, here we are. - Too bad. - Why?

As far as I'm concerned, we could have walked like that for hours.

- You weren't bored? - Oh, not at all. One mustn't always chatter.

Well then, I'd better go inside.

- Will we see each other again? - If you like.

- That would be nice. - Would you like to come in?

I'm alone. My parents aren't home.

Gladly.

This is my room. Can I get you anything?

This... and if you want, much more.

Do you like me?

Even more...

I love you.

And how many girls have you said that to already?

Even if you don't believe me...

...you're the first.

That's hard to believe. You have a huge reputation as a playboy.

- I know, but I have to confess something. - Yes?

There's no truth to the gossip.

- None? - None.

I bragged a bit because I wanted to be left alone.

And then others blew it up and made up things about me ...

... that they would have liked to experience themselves.

So why didn't you take advantage of the situation at Ulla's?

You could have at least tried.

I don't know.

Maybe because I love you.

Or because you were just as scared as I was.

That's what I get in return.

When you act cavalier, you're taken for a coward.

You girls are strange creatures.

Come.

We want to end our discussion with this example of trust and love.

Young people have the right to love, ...

... and our schoolgirls, ...

... about whom wild rumors are spread far too often, ...

... will certainly become loving wives and good mothers ...

... who are, in the best sense of the word, liberated.