Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2016 16:09:13 +0200
From: Charley Reed <alongweekend@gmail.com>
Subject: Reed em and weep - Ch 6; 13 March 2008

Thurs 13 March 2008

Things which irritate me: Trevor, and that almighty bitch Kim. `nuff said.

Praise be – I think Maths is going to be okay. We did Class Test 1 last
night – yes, that's right; it was from 6pm. A night exam from 6pm,
following a no-prac afternoon of mooching around from lunchtime? This is
another reason why Going Away to College would have been a good idea – I
could have headed off to my room for 5 hours instead of loitering around up
here doing sweet fuck-all. It sucks not having a car. Anyway, I think I did
okay at the test and that's what counts; my level of entertainment will
have to hang back in a fairly distant second at this point. So Maths might
be fine – yay! Friday's in-class Chem test is going to be another story,
though... just as well that's happening during the period and not Friday
night, because a.) it's Friday night, and b.) I have crappy Bio pracs on a
Friday afternoon. Not sure why the Maths test wasn't in class – probably
because it was two fucking hours long – and the Chem and Physics ones
are shorter and fit in during lecture times. Anyway, I am feeling better
about the Maths.

As we were waiting to go into the exam room, just to put my precarious
pre-maths mental balance off a little further like the gigantic rump steak
of a cow she is, Kim rather gleefully pointed out that someone who can't
hold his liquor is often colloquially called a lightweight, and that in
boxing the lightweights are divided into Bantamweight, Featherweight and
– of course – Flyweight, hence my new nickname. I am thus trying to
find proof that in at least one of the four thousand languages scattered
all over this shitty planet, Kim actually means "obnoxious fat slut." I
have not had much luck as yet. I have also decided to find someone at one
of these Wicca/RPG/Fantasy/likewise deranged hippie societies on campus who
can put a pregnancy spell on her, and wipe that smirk off her Revlon Whore
Red perfect-for-cocksucking lips once and for all. I shouldn't be this
bitchy, but she makes it hard not to be.

Speaking of red, the other plus is that thanks to the randomness of the
seating for the exam – you draw a number from a box and that's the seat
you're in; to ensure that nobody can have planned to pass notes to each
other during the test, apparently, since you can't choose your spot – MM
was two seats ahead of me and one row off to the right, a Knight's move in
Chess (and a horse I would not mind a ride on, let me tell you!), and I got
to stare at his back and imagine rude things every time I looked up. His
shirt rode up a little as he stood to hand in his paper and jackpot!  I got
a glimpse of some undies – white waistband, fairly boxerbrief-esque and
probably a disappointing, generic, cheap store brand, I would guess
(surprising, given the cost of the rest of his kit. Diesel jeans? Hello!),
but the rest of them were distinctly and unexpectedly bright, vibrant
red. I believe you can tell a lot about a guy by his choice of
unmentionables and so this is indeed a turn-up for the books. Most local
boys are so dull with their bland monochrome underwear.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy this replay several times later on
during some Quiet Time in my bed and I will report the occurrence of one
(1) 4-star money shot during these proceedings. I managed to talk myself
out of a second taste, however; much as I think I would like to have
another crack at it, it was not entirely pleasant last time.

On that note, Quiet Time is amazingly smooth and sensual thanks to the good
folks at Schick and their wonderful disposable Extreme 3 series of
razors. I'm not sure I did the cleanest, neatest tidy-up job of my tangled
and untamed man-garden, but it wasn't terrible for a first try and I do
love touching it now. Haha I've just touched it again before typing this
very sentence! Mmmm silky.

And on that note, we have another kick-around at lunchtime today – 2
hours' time – and if like last week I get shower company afterwards it
will be the first time any other humans have seen my bits all shaved. I'd
be lying if I said the thought was not a little worrying.

-C <------ note

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