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Schoolie

Life in The Village, through the eyes of Tom Grant, the only teacher at the remote school.

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
(re-written from my 2013 version)

The resemblance of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person is purely coincidental.

If it is illegal, or offensive, for you to read stories involving interactions of a sexual nature between adults and youths, then what are ordu escort you doing here?

 

 

From Chapter 34

It”s mid-afternoon when the landscape becomes familiar. The tree line, indicating the river. Jake and Jane”s place. The Village. The school. The church. Karl something like, `Aha! I thought so!” in anticipation of finding us in the act of doing something together. However, he stumbles to find replacement words. “Umm, I, umm, I forgot to ask … Are you planning on sleeping late after osmaniye escort your long trip, or would you like breakfast early?”

Not a bad comeback!

I am anticipating a smart-arse response from Will, along the lines of, `Well, you may as well poison us earlier rather than later!” but I beat him to a reply. “Early would be great. Thanks, Marty. I”m looking forward to whatever it is. Good night.”

“Good night,” he replies, knowing that he has been dismissed. Then he adds, “I knew that fat boy wouldn”t ostim escort want to wait for longer than necessary!”

“Fuck off Marty!” Will firstly hurls the words, and then Marty ducks a flung pillow, closes the door and escapes to his double bed.

 

(to be continued)

 

There is a parallel version to this story, told through the eyes of Kurt.
Find it at https://www.//gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/

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