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SCHOOLGIRL REPORT 5: WHAT ALL PARENTS SHOULD KNOW

Based on the book by Glinther Hunold

With an epilogue by Kurt Seelmann Former Director, City Youth Office of Munich

Starring many anonymous youths and parents

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Schoolgirls, schoolgirls, schoolgirls.

They're our subject: 16, 17 and 18-year-olds.

They're growing up in a new world full of questions, problems and ideas...

unknown to their parents.

Boys see them as sex objects...

with long legs and big tits.

Adlufts think they're uppity, poorly-raised, uneducated, overgrown chicks.

Let's try to tell the truth in this film once again...

as candidly and openly as we did in the four previous Schoolgirl Reports...

often criticized and attacked..

But watched by over 20 million enthusiastic spectators around the world,

Those schoolgirls, they do cause problems.

I've been a teacher for 26 years.

You wouldn't believe the stories I could tell.

1 must tell you one story, because it really takes the cake.

Foronce, I wasn't the young women's target.

Rather, it was Mr. Fliederbaumer, a charming junior teacher...

who had joined us on a school trip.

I must tell you, Mr. Fliederbdumer, you've been a pleasant surprise.

When [ first saw you eight weeks ago in the school yard...

I must confess, I had serious concerns.

Purely superficially...

you didn't seem cut out to be the kind of teacher...

who could stand up to these precocious creatures.

I'm not made of stone, you know.

Of course not. You're more like an iron man.

You may be conciliatory in form...

but concerning pedagogical matters...

you're as hard as steel.

I'm glad of it.

These delicate flowers who have been entrusted to our care...

need a firm support.

Just look at the jungle our world has turned into.

I feel sorry for Fliederbdumer.

The whole time, he has to listen to the stupid babbling of that Berghold.

He's just my cup of tea.

Maybe so, but he's out of your reach.

No, he's not.

He knows better than to get involved with a student...

facing charges of rape and so on.

Nonsense. A man's a man.

And a man's fire really needs to be stoked.

Once he gets a hard-on, his mind switches off.

- You'll have to get it up first. - Twill.

- I doubt you can. - Wanna bet?

Wanna bet not?

Ten servings of ice-cream if ll do it.

Ten servings at two marks each.

Okay, deal. And it goes for both. But we'll need proof.

I'll get you proof. But you must cooperate.

Let's hurry. We've fallen behind.

It's his last day today.

Look at the singular beauty of this cloud formation.

As the great Schiller said in his Mary Stuart...

“Wandering clouds...

sailing through the air...

if one could wander with you...

if one could embark with you.”

I don't know if it will work.

Go.

Miss Berghold!

- Miss Berghold, it's Petra. - Dear God, what's happened?

Just what we needed.

What's wrong, Petra? Did you fall?

I have terrible pains.

How did that happen?

Out of the blue.

What can we do? Can you walk?

I can't. 1 am so sorry for being such trouble.

We have to find a doctor as soon as possible.

- I'll go look for one. - No.

Miss Berghold, I'll be all right. I"m starting to feel better.

Go ahead with the others.

I'll be coming. Lorna and Marianne can stay with me.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I'm not so sure. It could be something serious.

Listen, my colleague.

You don't know the area as well as I do.

So you'd better stay with her and look after her.

- Well... - Yes, that would be best.

There's a house over there. Maybe they have a phone.

I'll take the girls there. Maybe we can catch a ride.

As you say, Professor.

Ladies, we're marching on.

How stupid.

Petra is in good hands.

Hopefully, we'll come across someone who can help us find a doctor.

- This okay? - Yes, that's good.

Hello, hello?

- Shit, it's locked. - Look, there might be a key.

- Here it is. - You're a genius.

Please go in.

What is this here?

Here.

Lay her down on this.

Are you feeling better?

We're here, and there's a ranger station there.

If you hurry, you can make it in 10 minutes.

If your friends call a doctor there, he'll be here in half an hour.

Then we'll go get the doctor.

In the meantime, take good care of Petra.

- Will she pull it off? - We'll know soon enough.

- How are you feeling? - Terrible.

I'm so cold. I"m shivering.

Man, I can't believe this. He's already getting undressed.

Hold your horses. He's just covering her up.

- There are no blankets. - Now you're freezing.

No, I'm a man.

Besides, I'm quite hot.

I"m also feeling hot.

I think I have a fever.

- But your forehead is cold. - Your hand feels nice.

- There's that pain again. - Is it bad?

- Very. Can you- - What?

Can you put your hand here...

and press down hard?

- Is that better? - Harder. Don't move it.

You'd better put it on the skin.

But I can't do that.

You must, or I'll scream in pain.

Press hard, and harder...

keep rubbing gently...

going deeper, deeper.

Good God. She's got him worked up now.

Want to bet he's already aroused?

No need to bet. I can see it from here.

Oh, man!

Yes, like that. That's good.

That's where you must rub. Right there.

Yes, keep going.

All the pain is gone.

What's wrong, Petra?

Did I hurt you?

Not at all. It was great, just as I wanted it.

What?

- Then you're not ill? - Of course not.

Why did you do it?

To get your engine running, you sweet junior teacher.

Now you're helpless.

I bet my friends that I'd stew you in your own juices.

This way you'll have at least one nice memory of our class.

- You can dress me again. - Such a cunning bitch.

You didn't rile me up for nothing. I'll teach you a lesson.

You can really learn a lot from Petra.

He's got quite a thing. I've never seen one so big.

Oh, man! And ready to go.

- Let's stop them now. - No, let him do a little first.

The better for us.

You know how.

I"m going in to grab him. I want to get a piece of him too.

Me too. I can't stand by and watch Petra going from one orgasm to the next.

Let's go.

Hello, friends. If it's the latest fashion to cure the sick by fucking...

then I'll be really sick right now.

I've got an itch between my legs too.

You cunning bitches.

Be quiet and fuck me.

Down with the panties and let's get down.

You've had your share.

Don't get tired now.

First, you got to scratch my itch.

He's lying on his belly. Coward.

But that won't help him.

- Take out your tool. - He's mine.

Are you crazy? If someone catches us, I'll be fired.

Not us, we won't.

Please come, Doctor. This way, ladies.

You're destroying me.

She's screaming in agony. Quick, Doctor.

- Nice. - Well, Teacher, need some help?

You're so talented. That must be encouraged.

Ladies, stay here and be quiet.

Come along, Doctor.

What a day. I feel like an oil sheikh.

Doctor, close your eyes before this abomination.

This is scandalous.

And this is the person who I said was as hard as steel.

Your assessment was spot-on.

My respects.

There will be consequences.

But we're all on the pill.

Dear God, I can't take this.

Air!

Miss Berghold, haven't you ever seen four people having fun together?

Put her on the stretcher.

At least I didn't come here for nothing.

Now let me see your breast.

That it would come to a catastrophe was now clear.

Miss Berghold, the old hag, would run to the headmaster.

She would rat us out.

But nothing of the sort was to happen.

Miss Berghold kept quiet.

This picture s 15 years old.

The baby is healthy, three months old...

and weighs about six pounds.

It is a girl.

She was given the name Margit Maria Kessler.

Her godfather was her grandfather, Hans-/iirgen Kessler.

Under his care, Margit grew up in a nurturing environment.

She paid attention in school, and she was exceptionally bright.

Her parents had the highest hopes for her...

but it was not to be.

On November 23, 7972...

the former civil servant Hans-firgen Kessler...

before the second superior criminal court in Augsburg...

was charged with incest.

He was accused of having had a relationship with his granddaughter...

during several months.

The defendant confessed.

Under Section 173 of the Criminal Code...

the prosecution asked for the maximum sentence...

of five years imprisonment.

But then, the defense had the floor.

Your Honor...

the prosecutor has demanded the maximum sentence for the defendant.

There is no doubt...

that incest, according to our moral concepts...

is a serious crime that must be punished severely.

But what actually happened?

According to the evidentiary hearing, it began on August 24, 1971.

That evening, the defendant was home alone...

with his 15-year-old granddaughter, Margit.

Here it can be seen clearly.

This is the pecking order among these chickens.

I"m back, Margit.

It did me good to take a little walk.

Grandpa, how was your beer?

I had only one...

but you know what I think about alcohol.

- What are you watching? - Some shit about animal psychology.

If you asked me, it's fucking shit.

You may be able to talk like that at school...

but I will not tolerate such behavior at home, understood?

Sitting on the table is not decent either.

Why don't you change channels if you don't like this program?

When will your parents be back?

I don't know. Not before midnight.

Those office parties take forever.

- Well, go to bed, then. - Grandpa, I"m not a baby anymore.

What's that got to do with it?

When I was your age, I had to be in bed by 9:00.

Yes, that was then.

What was good then is just as good today.

Do as I say. Good night, Margit.

Good night, Grandpa.

Frank, you've come back.

Ft was a fong ride...

and if it werern't for yot:..

I don't think I'd have had the strength to make it.

Like that evening on Red River-

Frank, darling. Tell me later..

Tomorrow or the day after...

after we've fully celebrated your homecoming.

If you only knew how [ longed for you...

for your touich, your kisses.

Remember how [ sneezed because your beard tickled me...

when we had our first kiss?

Or how I simply mefted with joy during our first night together?

1l never forget it.

We were at the saloon.

1 saw you playing poker with those guys from Missouri.

1l never forget how you put your Colt on the table and said..

“I worr't play with cheaters.” You're a real man.

- Is that you, Margit? - Yes, can ll come in?

Sure.

Well?

I'm bored.

Why don't you sleep?

Sleep? I don't feel like sleeping.

So what do you want?

I don't know, but I feel on edge.

It's probably the weather.

I wonder how my folks are doing at the party.

Your parents? Having a good time.

I've heard there's a lot of fucking going on at these parties.

I beg your pardon?

Fucking, that's what they call it.

Fucking is great. And I've done it too.

But fucking boys is crap.

I want a real man...

someone who really knows how to do it...

some classy guy, like John Wayne or someone.

Stop right there.

It's best you get into bed.

Which one?

Yours, of course.

I only pleasure myself when I can't get anyone else.

Watch your language. If I hear that one more time-

Who is influencing you?

Grandpa...

do you like me?

I can't believe you'd turn out like this. You have absolutely no shame.

I'm your grandfather.

GO now or-

Or what?

Or I'll give you a spanking.

Go ahead.

Get out or I'll tell your parents. Then you'll get it.

You won't do that, Grandpa.

Well, I-

You can't send me away.

Margit, please. Leave right now.

I'll forget about how you've behaved.

No, Grandpa.

What do you want from me?

To sleep with you.

You're crazy.

What would your parents say?

If you don't do it...

I'll tell my parents...

and the police...

that you tried to rape me.

They won't believe you.

Don't you know that they believe anything a schoolgirl says?

Would it be so bad to sleep with a girl like me?

Besides, I won't tell anyone.

But if you say no-

That's blackmail.

But, Grandpa, you have a choice.

You're crazy.

Leave your hand there.

You like it, and I like it too.

I really love it.

Margit, you're driving me crazy.

You know what you're doing to me?

You little bitch.

You're a little bitch.

Was it so bad to sleep with me, Grandpa?

That night, the defendant had his first sexual intercourse...

with his granddaughter.

Based on the testimony of the defendant and of his granddaughter...

who is here as a witness today...

the relationship between the two lasted about three months.

At least once a week, they had intercourse...

or engaged in intercourse-related activities.

The defendant was being blackmailed by his granddaughter...

he was caught in a vicious circle under the pangs of conscience...

until one day, he couldn't take it anymore.

But that's just impossible.

It's just impossible.

Margit and you, Dad?

Margit is still a child.

Yes, Werner.

That's the problem.

When I say it, it's hard to believe.

But if Margit had told you...

that I had raped her...

you would have believed her right away.

You have no idea...

how cunning your daughter is.

Even so, you never should've done it.

Yes, I know it's my fault. I'll pay the price for it.

The price?

If this gets out, my career is over.

- Is that all you care about? - My God, something must be done.

We can't go on like this.

Of course not.

I'll turn myself in.

But first, I'll prove to you that I've been telling the truth.

How are you going to do that?

Here I am, Grandpa. Didn't you hear me?

What do you want?

Mom and Dad are at the movies. We're all alone.

Yes, but I'm tired. I want to sleep.

Me too, but with you.

Have you forgotten our deal?

Margit, come here. I need to talk with you.

We can do that later.

There is no later. It's over, for once and all.

Are you kidding? I control you.

So?

Come on.

- You really think you control me? - Of course, Grandpa.

Did you sleep with me or not?

Yes, that's right.

What if I told Dad or Mom?

Do you want to know?

Don't be a fool.

Margit, it's over between us.

Like hell it is.

It's over.

Grandpa, be nice to me now or you'll go to jail.

You're so depraved. You blackmailed me from the start.

Sure I did. Otherwise, you never would've done what I wanted.

Remember how scared you were that I would tell my parents?

You would've said I raped you.

Exactly.

But don't be scared now.

No, it's over.

You pig. Just wait till my parents come.

I'll tell them you raped me.

No need to, we already know.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Did you see how my own grandfather, the pig-

I"m sorry for what I did.

I know what I must do now.

This, Your Honor, is the true situation.

Please reach a just verdict.

The court had to consider the evidence...

and especially the testimony of Margit's parents.

The court sentenced the defendant...

former civil servant Hans-firgen Kessler...

to one year in prison.

It was a suspended sentence.

I accept the verdict.

I'm Gaby Mallrath, student.

I'm16.

1 like touching myself when naked, because I think I'm pretty.

When I pass the boys on the street their eyes pop out of their heads...

and they whistle after me.

1 like my breasts..

Especially my rosy nipples...

that get all hard when I play with them.

But my most precious possession...

lies below the fur on my belly.

You are beautiful, my sweetie.

You feel so soft and warm.

I know you've been asleep...

but I can feel you'll rouse soon.

Awakening to a new and different life...

and you'll bring me joy...

a lot of joy.

You twitch and you burn. You like it when I stroke you.

Don't you?

Sure, it's not perfect satisfaction, neither for you nor me.

But it's very-

very-

How you tremble. How you tighten up.

Happy, my sweetie?

Oh, you cried?

Don't be disappointed if my hands can't give you more pleasure.

Soon it will be different.

Peter will be here and will make us both happy.

Peter..

İf only he weren't so shy.

I'm Peter Stromberg. I'm 18.

1 go to high school, buit 1 hate the entire school,

All my thoughts revolve around Gaby Mallrath, a fellow student.

But we can't make it work. I'm too scared,

1 don't know why. I am a good-looking man.

Do you disagree?

Your've been so nervous lately.

1 know why.

My hands no longer satisfy you.

Your're through pretending.

You want the real thing.

What good is Gaby if we can't do it?

Imagine how great it would be...

if you could finally penetrate her...

making her happy with your bouncy movements.

Your'll have to do with the substitute only one more time.

Please, forgive me.

[ Can't help myself.

That was good.

Tomorrow, for the first time, it will be unimaginably wonderful.

Tomorrow afternoon, you'll be with Gaby at last.

But when you're suddenly alone together in a room...

things are quite different.

You tend to say the wrong things.

I don't want to be shy.

1 know she wants it, otherwise she wouldn't have invited me.

1 must do something, even if it's wrong.

He should really get started,

Hurry up.

My mother will be back in an hour.

Close the curtains. I don't like being watched.

- Wait, Peter. - What now?

- Lock the door. - But no one's here.

You never know.

I can't hold myself back any longer. Come on.

Not with the shoes. You'll get dirt on the blanket.

Okay.

Now, my darling...

I'll take off your clothes.

Help me with that damn thing.

What a fucking invention.

A barrier to love.

I've longed for your breasts.

Not so hard. You're hurting me.

I"m sorry.

That's better.

- What is it now? - They only fuck through pants on TV...

on Saturday afternoon TV.

I hope you know something about love. I"m inexperienced.

You'll see. I'm ready.

It's tiny. I thought it would be bigger.

Just wait and see.

I love you.

Don't you realize you're doing it all wrong?

You're hurting me.

Stop.

Get off.

Shit!

- Shit. It's not working. - No problem.

- I'm a failure. - No, we're both to blame.

Promise me we'll try again next week, okay?

Just liking each other isn't enough.

You also need lots of experience.

Experience? Where can you get that at 167

Maybe it would be better if1 talked to someone.

But to whom?

Oh, yes, our lodger, Mr. Forstmann.

He's single, in his mid-40s and quite experienced,

Maybe he can help me.

I'm so sorry.

My dear, what's wrong with you?

That's no reason to cry.

Mr. Forstmann, that's not why I'm crying.

I'm so unhappy.

Why would you be unhappy?

Mr. Forstmann, if only you knew my worries.

The way you're built, it must have to do with love.

And you can't discuss this with your parents.

No.

Of course I can't, Mr. Forstmann.

But Peter and I, we're in love.

But you've never been together for real, have you?

Yes.

I mean, no.

We tried it, but-

but it didn't work out.

Well, sweetie, these things happen.

Young boys don't know how to treat such a gorgeous creature.

Ayoung girl wants to be taken...

gently and carefully...

with all due tenderness.

Without him knowing, she has to take the initiative.

She wants to be seduced, quickly and skillfully...

without brutality...

but with a sure hand.

She likes that.

A young girl wants to be taken, gently and carefully.

In desperation, I asked advice from the only woman in my family...

who / could talk to about these things:

My Aunt Frika.

Want a drink?

Cheers.

I should get going, Aunt Erika.

Don't you want to take the book?

No, it's too theoretical. About teenage love.

I know how it works, but-

But you were too scared.

No, but I did it all wrong.

But it's so easy.

You must wait for the right moment...

and not attack the girl.

You must hold her gently in your arms...

kiss her...

stroke her...

and the rest just falls into place, really.

That's the same theoretical nonsense I see in the magazines.

I guess I'll have to explain it in practical terms.

- But Aunt Erika- - Come on.

- Aunt Erika. - Let's drop the word “aunt.”

Come, if you want to.

You do want to, don't you?

Every movement...

you must experience every movement with your entire body.

Do you feel it?

- Is it good for you? - 1t's marvelous.

Just let yourself go.

Really let yourself go.

This is so beautiful.

See, Peter, it's working.

You do it so beautifully.

I never imagined it was so wonderful.

Aunt Erika.

Aunt Erika.

Wonderful.

Just wait, my child.

You're almost there.

- Isn't it fantastic? - Yes.

It's so wonderful. It's so wonderful.

You see, getting started is hard.

Practice makes perfect.

You were so sweet.

When I think of last week, you're completely different.

You too.

Getting started is hard.

Practice makes perfect.

Where did you hear that?

From our lodger.

That's funny. My Aunt Erika-

- What about her? - She says silly things like that too.

I'm Eva Steiner. I was 17 when this happened.

We had religion classes.

Every year, the same blah-blah.

We were all 17 and fresh...

especially because our teacher was guite young.

Chaplain Steinmann, he was my target.

I wanted to get him worked up, to really heat things up for him.

He's coming.

Keep your cool.

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning, Chaplain.

Please sit.

Where did we leave off last time?

Man was created in the image of God.

Man was created in the image of God.

What's so funny?

Quite talented.

Should I try and finish it?

You wouldn't dare, Chaplain. Any bets?

It seems you underestimate me, Eva.

What's that?

Odd.

Cute.

Agreed, Eva?

I assume that's what you had in mind.

You were the artist, weren't you?

Actually, I had something different on my mind.

Sorry.

You often think about things that are too big for your little head.

Man doesn't live by his head alone.

Correct.

But you shouldn't lose it either.

It could be very unpleasant...

for everyone involved.

Any questions?

No? Then, let's start.

He won that round,

He was an incredible fellow and terribly appealing.

But you're mistaken, my dear, if you think I'll give up so easily.

After all, I'm a woman and I have more effective weapons than you.

After class, [ waited untif everyone else had left...

the girls and other teachers.

Then, I went to the staff room.

Yes?

- Eva, what's is it? - Imust urgently speak with you, Chaplain.

Must it be right now?

I"m in quite a hurry.

I have a problem...

that I can't solve on my own.

Are you sure I can help you with it?

You're the only one who can help me.

Eva.

Before you say more, please consider that I am not only your teacher...

but also a man of the cloth, which is a double barrier-

I don't care.

I don't know what to do.

I love you.

I love you.

Eva!

This is madness.

Why?

Don't you like me?

Forget everything...

- that you're my teacher, my priest. - Eva.

Those are only empty words, nothing more.

No, they are not empty words, but facts by which I am bound.

Now leave, please.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

Not at all.

She was just about to leave.

I have to get home too.

That very night, I had a crazy dream.

I don't know, maybe I was mad because he had rejected me...

but I dreamed I was seducing him.

Not out of fove, no.

But to make him look foolish.

In the dream, my heart wasn't involved at all...

only my senses and body, which I thought was just awesome.

I couldn't get over his rejection...

nor him.

He would avoid me now whenever possible...

which is why I dreamed of him all the more.

Nice and terrible stuff, but mostly weird things.

I was full of glee as [ toyed with him...

and with my body, which I offered to him...

1 made a fool out of him.

Suddenty, there was that bed to which we floated,

But then the others were suddenly there too...

half the class.

They tore me away from him.

They also wanted to have their fun with him.

They were stronger than me.

They laughed at me.

He belongs to me!

To me! To me!

He belongs to me!

He belongs to me!

He belongs to me!

He belongs to me! To me!

He belongs to me! To me!

When I awoke from the dream...

/was in a mood 1'd never known before.

I felt humiliated.

My body had been robbed of its natural weapons.

That night I pleasured myself for the first time.

Why?

I couldn't stop thinking about Chaplain Steinmann.

1 didn't know why, but 1 had to get even with him.

I picked up a rocker.

Hello, Chaplain.

Hello, Eva.

Hello, you heavenly clown.

Say hi to the little baby Jesus for me next time you see him.

You don't talk to everyone, you black-robed authority jerk.

Not with scum like you.

Did you hear that, doll?

The guy actually called me “scum.”

- Forget it, Mike. Let's go. - Just a second.

Don't do anything foolish.

No rosary-carrying whiner can talk to me like that.

Wait up a minute.

Ever seen this? That's my rosary.

You're wearing pants, but nothing in them, eh?

No, Mike! Stop!

Get lost.

Better watch out. You'll be missing a pair of ears.

That's it.

I'm sorry. I didn't want that to happen.

It's all right, Eva. But I think you should keep different company.

From this point on, we'll have to look at the case of Fva Steiner..

Through the eyes of a psychiatrist.

We must ask: Why did she want to embarrass Chaplain Steinmann?

1t was her affection for him, which became clear in her dream...

when her classmates expressed their desire for the chaplain.

She was afraid of losing him.

With every defeat, her as yet unknown feelings became stronger..

Which made her come up with weird plans.

Good evening.

How did you get in here?

- Through the window. - And what for?

I love you.

I want you.

Please, leave.

The next refection.

But at this moment, Eva realized her feelings of love.

You're lying. You don't want me to leave.

Yes, I know.

You love me just as much as I love you.

Just admit it.

And if it were true? It can't be.

Yes, it can.

Love me.

Just as I love you. Come.

Chaplain Steinmann fought hard...

but he was no match for the conflict between affection and duty.

He was overpowered by his feelings for Eva.

I love you.

I knew it.

I love you.

“I think it's better if we never see each other again. Good-bye.”

From one day to the next...

Chaplain Steinmann had himself transferred to a different parish.

He cited inner turmoil,

He was torn between his love for Fva and his duty as a priest.

But Fva followed after him, and for good reason.

Rolf! I've finally found you.

Rolf, I can't forget our night. I must talk to you.

Eva, please forget what happened, and above all, forget me.

But we love each other.

It can't be. I'm a priest.

Nonsense. I want to live with you. And you want that too, I know it.

Neither you nor I can ever forget our night. It was too beautiful.

Don't be so heartless, after everything we had.

Eva, please. Don't talk like this.

I became a priest out of conviction. I'm celibate.

You, you, you. What about me?

You'll find another man.

You forget that as a priest, I have a responsibility to God.

I cannot desert and run away at the first difficulty.

- I owe this to God. - Sure, keep your conscience clear.

- Eva. - I have a train to catch.

An abortion clinic in London.

Eva.

You dropped something.

How long have you known?

That I"m pregnant?

For a week.

You really want to go to London to get rid of it?

I won't have the child of a man for whom I'm nothing more than a sin...

and who then confesses about me and regrets everything.

Forgive me, Eva.

If you're saying that only because I"m carrying your child...

then hold your mouth.

I tried to deny my feelings...

thinking it was better for you to forget me.

And you wanted to go on playing priest, unapproachable, as if nothing had happened.

But now that I know you're expecting my child...

and that you wanted to abort it to protect me...

I know where I belong.

So you'll do like the others.

They live with a woman, but no one's the wiser.

No.

You're too good for that.

I'd be a bad priest.

I'd rather try to be a good husband.

There are other ways of serving God.

NO ENTRY DURING CONSTRUCTION! Our next case is the wonderful story of two schoolgirls...

looking for special entertainment during recess.

- Uschi, I hope no one sees us. - So what if they see us?

You're sure your friends are in there?

Yeah, I saw them go in.

The boss can- How do you say that?

- Kiss my ass. - Right. Time for a break.

- How do you know them? - Imet Luigi in Baden last summer.

- He's areal Italian? - Yes, and he's good.

You'll see. The other one's good too.

Shit. No water.

- Are you crazy? - Don't complain. It's a miracle.

That's odd. Turn on here, water comes out there.

Now I can't wash my hands.

Why do you want to wash your hands?

Why?

Where are your manners?

Two beautiful girls are coming.

You want to touch them with your greasy hands?

Girls?

Did you forget?

They're on recess now.

Uschi is so beautiful.

Uschi promised she'd bring a top girl for you.

Luigi...

I don't want this.

I'm not ready.

What do you mean, ready? Once you see girls...

pants come off by themselves.

Besides, you'll see. The girls are hot like Vesuvius.

No need for blah, blah, blah.

Just touch them a bit, and the fire is on.

I hope it's worth skipping biology for.

Sure, you'll get a practical education.

Luigi, I'd rather have a snack.

Just fuck off.

Beautiful girls, and you're thinking of food?

But...

if-

if they don't like me-

Stupid. They only come here to get fucked.

See for yourself.

Come on.

- Hello. - Hi, my gorgeous ladies.

Yes, here we are. We have a whole hour.

An hour. Know what that means?

Yes.

Let's get to work then.

Come, let's get started with amore.

Hey, I'm over here. This is Inge. I brought her along for your friend.

Is she good?

She's green, but she'll play along.

Okay, fine.

She's not for Franz. That would give him drama.

- What do you mean? - You said she's green.

So is Franz.

Green and green? That would be a catastrophe.

Say, are you crazy?

I came for you, not to teach some bloody beginner.

Good Lord, do you want to talk or fuck? Don't let the hour go to waste.

I'm on fire, burning like Vesuvius.

Luigi! Come out here, you filthy devil!

- Are you good? - I'm a world champion.

That's outrageous.

All right, come here.

- Me? - Who else? Come here.

- What s it? - I'll show that macaroni.

Is that it?

It's small.

Like a milk factory.

I'll take care of you.

Just watch me closely. See?

Now that's an ass.

I've got a big horn. Big like no other.

There you go. It's coming along.

Shit. The shirt is stuck.

Now hold me nice and tight. I'll take care of the rest.

Now turn around.

Problem?

It's becoming a giant.

Attention. Step back. Here comes.

It's a giant. I've never had such a big one.

I had no idea I was an artist. I"m a real acrobat.

Why so cold? Wait.

Turn around.

Compared to you, Luigi is an impotent failure.

Impotent. Did you hear that?

Now we'll fuck until the ceiling caves in.

Luigi, Franz, where are you?

Luigi, Franz. Where the hell are those fucking bastards?

He's our boss.

Be quiet, idiot.

I can't help it. When I'm afraid, I get the hiccups.

Nice try.

Fucking girls and then expecting to get paid.

We're almost done, boss.

With the work, that is.

You bastards.

Come out, or I'll go in.

Out.

I"m a guest worker.

If I hadn't been young once myself, then Id really-

- Mr. Kiernbaum! - Good God, it's the director.

Quick, hide.

Come on, quick.

Hide.

Mr. Kiernbaum, you know my eyes are not so good.

Oh, Mr. Kiernbaum, are you talking to yourself?

Me, that's right.

No, not really, Mrs. Director.

I"m only testing.

What are you testing?

I"m trying the pipes out.

It looks all right.

Help! Help!

Help!

What pipe is this?

And it's dripping.

Mr. Kiernbaum, come.

- Did you get wet, Mrs. Director? - Have you found my glasses?

Oh, my God! I'm so sorry.

I see red. I see red.

We'll fix that. Just come with me.

We'll just turn on the shower, and it'll be all right.

We'll just turn it on a little bit.

There it goes. Come, Mrs. Director.

We"ll be done in a jiffy. works like a charm.

Don't touch my breast.

I'm not touching your breast. I'm cleaning your blouse.

I'm looking out for you.

Help. That's too much. Turn it off.

Mrs. Director, what's wrong? Can we help you?

You look terrible.

It's lucky we heard your cries for help.

And you hurried over here, eh?

Good girls.

There are still some decent girls after all.

My name is Steffi Bornemann. I'm about to graduate.

Leaving high school. How ridicufous.

I'm already prepared for life.

But let me tell you my story.

It's not a nice story...

but young girls should listen and think about it.

It was about half a year ago.

I was having a cup of coffee.

My parents still treated me like 3 little child.

Going out at night was forbidden.

That afternoon, I met my first man.

It would forever change my life.

Allow me.

You're not much of a smoker.

No, I just smoke now and then.

You probably can't give me a light.

Sure, I can. I just don't have any matches.

What's so funny?

Some big man once said that young men and women...

should never talk directly about certain things.

What kind of things?

You really don't know?

Oh, that.

But I didn't say anything.

Still.

That line about having a light is one of the silliest, yet most effective tricks...

but I didn't mind.

Finally, I'd met someone...

who I could talk to about something besides school,

1 have to admit liked him.

His name was Edgar Santen, and he was at least 10 years older than me.

He paid me one compliment after the other..

He was an experienced man...

and 1 felt comfortable around him from the very first moment.

[ Trusted him so much that I went to his place.

- Here's to you. - To you.

Don't tell me you're a virgin.

But I am.

Sit down.

Quite something, at 18.

You're not drinking.

Have another sip, but a real one.

Sweetie, don't be afraid.

I won't hurt you.

So it was about to happen.

He was determined to make me a woman.

1 was actually very happy.

Before that moment, 1'd always been scared of it.

My classmates told me that the first time can be horrible.

But with him, I was in good hands, wasn't 17

Your breasts are gorgeous.

You think?

Try to relax and enjoy.

Come.

Sweetie, I just want to make you happy.

That afternoon, Fdgar made me the happiest woman on earth.

I couldn't get enough, and became his lover.

1 skipped school, lied to my parents...

and I would have betrayed my best friends just to be with him.

Day after day...

and each time I needed more love.

It was like a high, a drug that creates utmost happiness.

This experience changed my entire life.

Then came the sobering facts: Fdgar had left.

In a letter, he told me he was married and had kids.

A terrible time began for Steffi.

She tried to find Edgar in other men.

She took everyone, hoping she'd find a partner...

who would make her as happy as the man...

who had unleashed her sexual passion.

1 erjoyed them all, did whatever they wanted,

But I never reached the same high as I had with Edgar.

Hey, that's Steffi...

from our school.

She'll get it.

1/ had no idea that two boys from school had seen me...

otherwise I would have never returned to school.

That morning, our biology teacher sent me to the materials room...

to get the model of the human body.

- I'll do you. - Are you crazy? You pig!

Are you nuts? You do it all the time.

What you do with those grandpas you could do with me too.

That's right. You only like old cocks.

Your classmates aren't good enough for you.

That's right.

I don't deal with silly boys.

Now get lost, or I'll report you.

Calm down.

I saw you last night fucking that guy in a car.

If anyone has something to report, it's me.

I don't think you'd want to report me.

But go ahead, if you like.

But I'm not like that. Bye.

Until then, the boys in my class had ignored me.

To them, I was a girl who studied and studied.

I was just a chick to them.

But all of a sudden, they were openly interested in me.

Imagine, they even invited me to a party.

A fancy costume party.

Hello?

Where are you? Where are you hiding?

What's going on?

- I thought this was a costume party. - Itis.

Arno? Where are the others?

What is this strange place?

This is a warehouse. My father deals in scrap-metal.

When we're done with you, you'll be nothing but scrap.

Id better go.

Not yet.

- You still owe me something. - I don't know what.

Think of how you slapped me.

- You're crazy. - Not at all.

Let me go, or I'll scream.

Fine, no one will hear you.

What will you do with me?

We know that you'll let anyone fuck you.

Since we're classmates...

we should get a chance too.

You're all crazy.

Get her.

No.

No!

No! You pigs!

Steffi Bornemann, 18 years old.

She discovered love at 18.

At 18 her passion was aroused..

Which she tried to satisfy with growing fervor.

At 18 she was raped by her own classmates...

who saw in her a willing sex object.

ls she the victim of a chain of tragic circumstances...

or was she inevitably bound to go down that road?

She'll never forget these life-changing events.

Hopefully, she'll meet a man who'll make her really happy.

I'm Ruth Schreiter. I'm almost 18.

1t's difficult at school for me.

Your'll see why.

Faust reflects all of the substantial human emotions...

which is one of the reasons why this work will last forever.

Take Faust, for example.

Faust, the emotional, wandering, searching one...

who is so bound to worldly things that he sells his soul to the Devil.

Take Marthe Schwertlein, the madam.

In her, Goethe manifests all the envy of the guilty towards the innocent.

Or take Gretchen, who seeks to satisfy an unknown desire.

She doesn't know yet that she's after sexual satisfaction like Faust...

but she may have a suspicion.

Like our sensitive one.

Ladies, control yourselves.

I"m sorry. That was aimed at me. I apologize.

Are you the sensitive one? Don't be ashamed of that.

The rest of you lack moral maturity.

We'll come back to this next time.

If it's worth it, I don't care about moral maturity...

- physical maturity is more important. - You're swine.

Just because we're more natural than you, we're pigs? You're not normal.

I'm just as normal as you, but no one wants to hear your filth.

Don't sweat it.

Surely, she pleasures herself at night until her finger falls off.

- You're mean. - So you don't? Be honest.

No.

Sure.

You're too scared to let a man take you.

That's part of moral maturity, you Know?

- I'm not scared. - Can't you change the topic?

God made a mistake with you.

He should have given you an altar, instead of a pussy.

You say you're not scared. Then prove it to us.

- How? - Sleep with one.

I could tell you anything.

No, we'll need details.

We need to be sure you really do it.

All right, I'll do it.

But how can I prove it?

There aren't brothels for women, are there?

Listen to her.

We'll set it up for you.

You want to watch?

Don't worry, leave that to us.

I know how.

I'm so stupid. So terribly stupid.

They tricked me, but I can't back down.

/f1do, I'm finished.

Three days later they took me to a club.

They said there was a guy ! had to do.

One who had already done half the class.

I danced with him, but honestly...

in the magazines, the Casanovas always look different.

How do you like him?

He's the best around.

They call him “Henry the Ladykiller.”

Every girl wants him, but he's choosy.

He did me once too. Simply superb.

He's got a huge gun.

What else does he do?

He's studying architecture.

Second or third semester.

Do you want to dance or go straight to bed?

Let's dance.

You think it'll work?

Ruth has held up well. Henry won't reject her.

He's the biggest fucker around.

Silly situation.

What do / do? Take off my slip?

Silly situation.

! like her. She's too good for a fling.

He's so nice.

He'll understand me.

Look, they seem to be doing it.

I think we misjudged her.

- She was waiting for Mr. Right. - No, we didn't misjudge her.

She'll piss off Henry, and he won't enjoy her.

So [ take off my clothes.

Everyone is bashful,

[ take off my clothes anyway.

Why is she doing that?

She's not like the other ones I fucked.

Why did I listen to them?

Do you really want it, Ruth?

- Don't you like me? -ldo.

But I don't understand.

You're such a great girl, and you don't love me.

When I think about it, I could slap myself.

It's something like a bet.

Did you know that your friends gave me money?

- What for? - To sleep with you.

Do you have sex for money?

I didn't know you and I thought-

What?

I feel so nasty.

He's sweet. 1 could fall for him.

- I'll return the money. - No, you won't.

You'll tell them that you slept with me.

Promise me, or I"m done for at school.

Promise.

You have my word.

They call me the sensitive one.

They make fun of me because I'm still a virgin.

They don't understand that I'm waiting for the right one.

Thus this story, which began with so much sadness...

ends with true love.

I"m in love with Henry, and tonight we'll do it.

You understand, right?

Yes, we do, because schoolgirls are like all women...

they want to be with the beloved physically one day...

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