Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 18:08:22 -0400
From: John Paul Batista <john_paul@comcast.net>
Subject: The Jake Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Teacher's Pet

Jake's life had changed in so many ways since he met John Paul.  For the
first time, he'd met someone who truly understood and accepted him - not in
spite of his many quirks and imperfections, but because of them.  They were
the unlikeliest pair, yet the closest of friends.  Actually, the term friend
didn't do justice to the bond that they shared; their relationship defied
definition and categorization.

In John Paul, Jake had also found a business partner.  With the astonishing
success of "The Alphabet Lovers," the writing duo went on to co-author
several other erotic novels, whose subsequent success afforded them the
opportunity to launch their own publishing company.  The company flourished
to the point where it almost ran itself and started reporting profits in the
millions of dollars.

Now, 38 and 39 respectively, John Paul and Jake had enough money and free
time to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted to.  They'd both quit
their jobs at the magazine many years before and had now turned their
attention to other leisurely and philanthropic activities.  For Jake, the
emphasis was definitely on leisure.  Ever mindful of his money, he still
managed to live large.  He had a small fleet of expensive sports cars; a
50-foot yacht; a beach house in Puerto Rico; and a ranch in his home state
of Texas.

His wife, Melanie, lived on the ranch which meant Jake spent most of his
time somewhere else... anywhere else.  She was Jake's attempt at settling
down; however, in the two years they'd been dating and the three years
they'd been married, he spent very little time with her and cheated on her
whenever the opportunity presented itself.  He couldn't even remember
Melanie's birthday without being reminded by his beautiful and efficient
assistant, Tiffany, whom he jokingly called Moneypenny.  Dear Moneypenny
just happened to be one of his regular mistresses - at least he'd settled
down enough to have regulars.

Now, before you go boo-hooing for poor Melanie, you should know that she was
well aware of Jake's philandering ways and had her own share of boy toys to
help her spend the healthy allowance that Jake gave her.  As long as her
two-timing husband kept her in the lifestyle to which she had grown
accustomed, she didn't care what or who he did in his spare time.

Jake also developed a slight drinking problem.  Okay, maybe slight is an
extreme understatement; Jake drank like a fish on a regular basis and quite
often got in trouble for his excess.  He'd had countless run-ins with the
law that resulted in thousands of dollars worth of fines, numerous revoked
drivers licenses, and MONTHS of community service - not to mention three or
four paternity cases still pending.

"You're out of control, Jake," John Paul admonished.  "I can't keep bailing
you out like this... I WON'T keep bailing you out like this."

"C'mon Paulie... it wasn't even my fault.  How was I supposed to know that
she was married?" he asked, pressing the ice pack against his rapidly
swelling eye.

"She was wearing a 4-carat diamond ring on her left ring finger.  That seems
like a pretty obvious clue.  Now keep still while I clean up this wound."

Jake hissed loudly when the ointment made contact with his busted lip.  Adam
just looked on and chuckled.  He had seen this same scenario play out too
many times to be worried anymore.  "You're lucky the guy didn't press
charges; the last thing you need is more service hours."

"Press charges?!!  He hit ME!!" Jake bemoaned.

Adam and John Paul just looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Speaking of service hours," John Paul began, "when are you actually going
to start serving them?  You know the court-ordered deadline is quickly
approaching."

Jake groaned and rolled his eyes.  "I'll start as soon as I figure out what
I want to do."

"You've been thinking of something to do for two months now," Adam reminded
him.  "Time's up Jake."

"Fine!" he snapped and slapped John Paul's hand away.  "What do you propose
I do?"

"Volunteer at a retirement home," John Paul suggested.  "Or at a hospital."

Jake frowned his face.  "I hate old people and sick people are gross."

"How about teaching at one of the local universities," Adam offered.
"They've all asked you at one time or another to teach a seminar, and you
seemed to show a little interest in trying it out.  If you teach for free,
that could count as community service, right?"

John Paul nodded in agreement to Adam's suggestion.  Jake just stared at the
couple and sighed.  "Okay, I guess that wouldn't be so bad."

Of course, he would have said anything at the time just to escape John Paul
and Adam's disapproving stares.

-------

Jake strolled into the auditorium.  There were easily 100 young, corruptible
minds present, just waiting to be filled with knowledge.  Jake got a sudden
rush as he realized just how much power he had over them.  The din of gossip
hushed to a sea of murmurs and whispers as he climbed onto the raised
platform in the front of the room.  It may have been some time since he was
in college, but he knew what they were talking about.  "Is HE the
instructor?"  "I wonder if he grades on a curve."  "This guy is a jerk; I
had him in another class last year."  "He's cute!"  "Nice pants."

Jake, like wine, got better with age.  With the exception of his drinking
and any liver damage he may have caused because of it, Jake was in excellent
condition.  He had the body of a man in his early 20's, and if not for the
patches of gray forming on his temples, no one would have guessed he'd be 40
in just a couple of months.  And there was something about him that just
exuded sexuality.  Maybe it was his slow, deliberate swagger; or maybe it
was the playful sparkle in his eyes and the sly grin that never seemed to
disappear from his lips.  Whatever it was, Jake never had any problems
attracting members of either gender.  Apparently, this was the case in the
classroom as well.

As he turned to write his name on the chalkboard, almost every young woman
in the classroom - and quite a few young men - leaned forward in their
chairs to get a better look at his round, firm butt.  They filled the back
of his khakis very well.  He turned quickly and caught a few of them in the
act.

"This is Creative Writing 201.  My name is Julian Jacoby," he said with a
smirk that could melt the panties off of an ice princess.  "You may call me
Mr. Jacoby, Mr. Jake or just plain Jake.  Anyone who calls me Julian
automatically fails my class.  Understood?"

The room answered with a collective "mm hmm."  Jake nodded his head and
continued.  "I am not a teacher; I am simply a muse sent here to inspire you
to be creative.  There will be no examinations but you will be responsible
for writing seven 10-to-15-page works of ORIGINAL literary prose.  Unless
your work is plagiarism or is absolutely crap, it will be impossible to fail
this class... unless, of course, you break the one rule that I have already
laid out for you.  That completes our review of the class syllabus so, if
there are no further questions, let's learn something about creative
writing."

There were no objections so, with that, Jake launched into his first day of
teaching.  He really was a natural.  He was captivating, witty, and
extremely knowledgeable.  Most of all, the students felt comfortable around
him.  He understood them and even behaved like them at times.  By the end of
the class, anyone who wasn't in love with him when he walked in door was
now.

After the first week, he had everyone hooked.  They literally ran into his
classroom, not wanting to miss a single word, and groaned and whined every
time he announced that class was over.  Jake started to get a warm feeling
inside from all the love and devotion his students bestowed upon him.  "This
teaching thing ain't so bad," he commented to himself.

They were a talented group of writers too.  Jake was thoroughly impressed.
There were a few who he thought would be better off not pursuing a career in
writing, but all in all he was impressed with their creativity and attention
to grammar and mechanics.  As he handed back their first assignment, he
could hear each student eagerly rifling to the back page looking for his
comments.  He tried to keep the comments positive considering it was their
first assignment, but as with any class, there were students who questioned
and disagreed with his opinion.

So, at the end of class, "the bitch and moan" line formed.  Jake politely
listened to each student try to explain how he had somehow misunderstood
their literary masterpiece.  He would then remind them that they weren't
being graded on their stories and that he was just giving them guidance as a
professional writer.  So, one-by-one, the students left the room feeling a
little better about their work and still completely enamored with the
handsome, fun-loving Mr. Jacoby.

The last student to approach him was a young Asian dude.  Jake chuckled to
himself at just how young and innocent the guy looked.  He also seemed very
shy as he slowly took the last few steps towards the lectern where Jake was
standing.  His hands were shoved in his pockets.  He took one out and
extended it to Jake, "My name's Kenny... Kenny Wu."

Jake shook his hand and grinned.  "So you're Kenny Wu.  I was wondering if
I'd ever get a chance to meet you."

"Y-you know who I am?" he asked, shoving his hand back into his pocket and
looking down at his feet.

"Well, I know your story... it was... very interesting."

"Thanks."

"So what's the problem?"

"Well... your comments were kind of... well... it seemed as if you didn't
like it."

Jake thought about it for a minute.  "I wouldn't say I didn't like it... I
just think I could have liked it more."

"What do you mean?"  Kenny asked, finally looking up at Jake with a frown of
confusion wrinkling his brow.

"I just think you... chickened out."  The boy still seemed confused.
"Okay... you have these two guys who have been harboring feelings for each
for - what was it? - five years.  So, when they finally get the courage to
express their feelings to each other, all they do is kiss and fall asleep on
the sofa?"

"Yeah... what's wrong with that?  I thought it was very sweet and romantic."

"Perhaps, but it's also very unrealistic.  I know if I had a thing for
someone for five years, the last thing I'd want to do is fall asleep with
them.  You know what I mean?"  Jake grinned at the kid and gave him a
knowing wink.

Kenny blushed uncontrollably and dropped his eyes to the ground again.
"Um... yeah, I guess I know what you mean.  I wanted to take it a step
further, but... can I write about stuff like that?"

"You mean sex?"

"Yeah.  I mean, you wouldn't get offended?"

Jake laughed.  "Kid... four of my last six books were erotic fiction, do you
really think I would be offended by something like that?"

Kenny cracked a smile.  "I guess you're right."  He fidgeted for a bit then
said, "If I rewrite it the way I really wanted to write it, will you read it
again and tell me what you think?"

"Sure," Jake answered, giving Kenny a pat on the shoulder.

The young man seemed to jump with excitement.  He said goodbye to Jake and
ran out of the room.  Jake laughed to himself, picked up his briefcase and
went home.

The next day, while Jake was roaming around campus perusing the beautiful
19-year-old coeds that Georgetown had to offer, he heard a voice calling his
name from the distance.

"Mr. Jacoby!  Mr. Jacoby!!"  He turned to see Kenny running across the lawn,
with a document in his hand.  "Mr. Jacoby," he said as he approached.  He
was panting lightly but still had a broad smile across his face.  "I was
going to wait to give this to you after class, but I saw and thought I could
give it to you now if that's okay.  It's my rewrite."

"Oh," Jake said, surprised at how quickly the student had completed the
rewrite.  "Yeah, that's fine.  In fact, if you'd like, I'll read it right
now and tell you what I think."

"Really?  You'd do that?"

"Sure."  Jake walked over to a nearby bench and plopped down.

He started to read the story.  Kenny was on pins and needles the whole time
because Jake never gave any indication of whether he was enjoying the tale
or not.  All he would volunteer was an occasional "hmm" or "mm hmm," which
could have been good or bad.  Finally, he finished the last page and put the
paper down on the bench beside him.  He looked at Kenny and smiled.

"MUCH better.  Now that's what I'm talking about.  After I read that I
really believed that they were in love... I could FEEL their passion.  Great
job!"

Kenny almost pissed his pants; he was so excited.  He didn't know whether to
scream or jump around like a fool, so he did both.  Jake just shook his head
and laughed.  He handed the excited youth his revised story.  Kenny thanked
him and ran off.

Jake sighed and cleared his throat.  In all honesty, Kenny's story was
pretty hot.  The sex was pretty raw and gritty... not quite as filthy as the
stuff he wrote, but pretty darn close.  He stood up, adjusted his crotch,
and then headed to the Student Union in search of a young, nubile sorority
girl to take care of his growing problem.

A few days later, Jake was slouched down in the overstuffed pillows of his
sofa reading the latest round of student writing.  He would read one,
scribble down a few notes, toss it aside, and then grab the next one.  He
sighed at the current level of imagination and creativity. For the most
part, they were rehashes of the stuff they'd turned in the week before.  By
the fifth one, he grew tired of reading the same stories over again and was
about to quit for the evening when he saw Kenny's name.

"Clever Seduction" by Kenny Wu.  The title had promise, Jake thought as he
flipped to the first page.  As he read through it, he was pleasantly
surprised by Kenny's increased boldness.  If he was shy with his sexuality
before, he certainly wasn't anymore.  The sex was vivid and explicit - just
the way Jake liked it.  By the end of the story, he was truly boned.

"Wow," he mumbled to himself and picked up his favorite red pen.  He wrote:
"Kenny - Very well done!  I'm happy to see you come out of your shell.  Your
story was very riveting to say the least.  -Jake."

The next day, Jake handed back the stories to the disgruntled groans of
many.  There was one student, however, who was pleased with his comments.
Jake could feel Kenny's grin even with his back turned to the young man.  He
couldn't help but smile himself.

A few days later, Jake was once again slouched in his sofa, facing the
latest batch of student stories.  He stared at the pile and wondered what
possessed him to go through with this - picking up trash on the side of the
highway would probably have been more entertaining.  He flipped through the
stack, subconsciously looking for that one story that he knew would make it
all worthwhile.

"Head of the Class," by Kenny Wu.  Jake anxiously flipped to the first page
and started reading.  He was shocked at what he read.  One thing was for
sure; Kenny no longer had any problems expressing himself sexually.  In
fact, his latest submission was pure, unadulterated, unapologetic, raunchy
sex from beginning to end.  The action and language were quite graphic.  If
Jake weren't who he was, he may have actually been offended.  Instead, he
was incredibly turned on - to the point where he actually had his dick in
his hand, stroking it to a creamy, mind-blowing conclusion.  Jake lay
slumped on the couch, panting heavily and trying to compose himself.  Wiping
his cum-soaked hand on his t-shirt, he then picked up his red pen and wrote
his comments on "Head of the Class".

The next day, Jake handed back the stories.  There were significantly fewer
groans this time as the majority of the class had surprised him with
completely original streams of consciousness, and pretty well written ones
at that.  He liked to hand them out at the end of class so that he could
make a quick escape while they tried to decipher his often-illegible
handwriting.  He had made it safely back to the office that he shared with
all of the guest lecturers and professors.

Jake sat down at the weathered wooden desk, loosened his tie and kick up his
feet.  He had another class in a couple of hours.  It was a higher-level
comparative literature course and he liked to unwind a little before he had
to listen to a bunch of pretentious upperclassmen overanalyze a 10-page
story.  He was five minutes into his midday siesta when he heard a knock on
the door.  He sighed heavily and sat up.

"Come in!"

Kenny's familiar face poked out from behind the door.  "Hi, Mr. Jacoby.
Your note said you wanted to see me."

"Yeah, Kenny.  Come on in and have a seat."

The bright-eyed boy bounced into the office and took a seat in front of the
desk.  He had a look of concern on his face that bordered on panic.  "What's
this about, Mr. Jacoby?  Was there something wrong with my story?  It wasn't
too... dirty, was it?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with your story, per se; I just had a couple of
questions."

Kenny seemed to relax in his chair a little bit, but still seemed a little
on edge.  Jake stood up and came around to the front of his desk.  He leaned
against it and looked at his star pupil.

"The main characters in your story - Lenny Lui and Jack Jacobson - they seem
a bit... familiar.  I could be way off base here, but it seems like that
story was about you and me.  Am I right?"

Kenny gulped and started fidgeting in his seat again.  "I guess... sorta,"
he mumbled.

"So this Lenny and Jack did some pretty interesting things in this story...
some very wild and sexually explicit things."

"Yeah... but nothing wilder than the stuff I wrote about in my last story."

"No, maybe not, but the problem here is that... if someone were to read this
story, they might get the wrong idea about Kenny and Jake.  You follow?"

"Yeah, I guess... but it's just a story.  And no one else is going to read
it, I swear.  I just wrote it for this class... for you."

It was Jake's turn to squirm.  Kenny didn't seem so shy anymore as he sat in
the chair looking into Jake's eyes with confidence... and lust.

"It can be our dirty little secret," he said, standing up and taking the two
short steps that separated him from the befuddled Jake.  The eager student
pressed his lithe, young body against his teacher's taller, bulkier
physique.  "No one has to know about any of the things that happen between
us."

Jake's breath grew shallow, and then got caught in his throat when he felt
Kenny's hand on his thigh.  It slowly crept upward until it came to rest on
Jake's slowly awakening bulge.  He could have stopped him - he should have
stopped him - but he didn't want to.  There was something very captivating
about Kenny's naughty, aggressive behavior.  And then there were the sexual
acts detailed in Kenny's story - so raw and nasty.  Jake wanted to know if
the adage about life imitating art was really true.

The 39-year-old writer turned teacher was used to being the one in control
when it came to sex but, on that day, in the tiny little guest faculty
office, Kenny was the one taking control.  Jake felt like the student and,
oddly enough, he liked that feeling.

Kenny soon had his hand inside Jake's jeans, snaked inside the fly of his
boxer briefs, and wrapped around his fat, six-and-a-half-inch cock.  The
young dude measured up the piece of meat with his fingers and smiled.

"Perfect size for my first time," he said demurely.

"Y-you're a v-virgin?" Jake stammered.

"Technically, yes.  I've fooled around with a couple of guys before, given
some head, but that's about it.  I wanted someone with experience to be the
first one to pop my cherry, though.  Rumor around campus is that you have a
LOT of experience."

"Mmmmmaybe," Jake moaned.  Kenny had a death-grip on his cock that felt so
good.  It was hard to concentrate with him stroking his pole like that.
"But they were all chicks; how'd you know I'd fool around with another guy?"

"Just a hunch.  That's why I wrote the story - to see if you'd take the
bait," Kenny admitted.  "It looks - and feels - like you're game," he
commented, alluding to the fact that Jake was rock hard and leaking like a
fucking fountain all over Kenny's hand.

Jake grinned at the innocent-looking student.  "Yeah, I'm game.  So why
don't you stop playing with that thing and start using it like it's supposed
to be used."

The young seducer enthusiastically yanked out his teacher's dribbling dick
and licked his lips.  Before Jake could blink, the kid was on his knees and
had the prick in his mouth.  It was very obvious that he'd given head before
- he was damn good at it.  His talented tongue and mouth brought Jake to the
edge of orgasm at least six times in the course of fifteen minutes but, like
the talented cocksucker he was, he made sure Jake didn't blow too soon.
Instead, he tortured him with his tonsils.  Jake's bulbous knob bumped the
back of Kenny's wet throat over and over, feeding the greedy kid at least a
half-gallon of pre-cum.

"Stand up," Jake commanded, finally unable to hold back the urge to tap
Kenny's unused anus.

Kenny obediently complied and shimmied his way back up his instructor's
body.  Jake grabbed him by the waist and swapped places with him so that the
pupil was now leaning against the dilapidated, awaiting further
instructions.  "Take those pants off and let's see what you're working
with."

Again, he was all too pleased to oblige.  He quickly unfastened his khaki
cargo shorts and slipped then down over his slender hips.  The pouch of
Kenny's white briefs were stretched to capacity by whatever they struggled
to contain.  Jake hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband and yanked
them down too.  A nice slab of uncut boy meat sprung free.  It was about as
long and thick as Jake's, but on Kenny's smaller frame, it looked fucking
enormous.

Jake looked at it with fascination.  In the few experiences he'd had with
other guys, he'd have very few encounters with uncircumcised cocks.  He
stroked it a few times and watched the foreskin slide back and forth over
the fat knob.  Each time he pulled it back, more precum spilled out and
dripped onto the floor below.

Kenny looked down at the spectacle with lust and adoration.  He wanted so
badly for his sexy, older lover to suckle his virgin cock.  Jake, however,
had other plans for the boy.  He spun Kenny around so that he was facing the
desk, and then gently pushed his shoulders forward so that he was leaning
over it.  Kenny's smooth, round ass pushed out into Jake's face.  Jake
grabbed the two fleshy mounds and pulled them apart to reveal Kenny's virgin
hole.  It was pristine in its wrinkled pink tightness.  The talented Mr.
Jacoby could just imagine plunging into that... and he would, soon enough.

With those beautiful globes of flesh still parted, Jake dived into the
sophomore's crack - tongue first.  Kenny squealed in delight as he felt the
slimy muscle penetrate his arse.  It was the first thing other than his
meandering finger that had ever gone in there and he LOVED it.  He
immediately started backing his ass up to get more of Jake's expert tongue.
The older man had eaten plenty of pussy in his life - he ate ass with the
same zest and vigor.  In seconds, Kenny's hole was opened slightly and
dripping with spit; Kenny was moaning in sheer delight and ready for more.

Because the ass he was about to poke had never been poked before, Jake
decided to give it a little more prep work by easing a couple of fingers
inside.  He whistled at the way the tight ring of muscle gripped at his
slender fingers.  Just for good measure, he slipped in a third one and
worked his digits in, out, and all round Kenny's tight anus.

Kenny started whimpering when he felt his ass being stretched by Jake's
fingers.  It hurt a little, until he felt Jake brush against something
inside of him.  It sent a tingle through his body.  Jake's finger tapped it
again and Kenny simply melted into the desk.  He'd never felt anything so
incredible in all his life.  He started wiggling his hips so that Jake's
fingers never left that electric spot.  Jake grinned and kept his digits
buried in Kenny's butt.  Then he started slapping the boy's prostate with
his fingertips, sending Kenny into a series of high-pitched squeals.

"Not so loud, dude!  Do you want the whole building to know what's going
on?"

"Sorry," Kenny whined.  "B-but it just feels... unh... so good!!"

"Yeah, I noticed.  So, d'ya think you're ready to get fucked?"

Kenny looked over his shoulder and shot Jake a glance that could make many
grown men cream their pants.  There was nothing but lust in his eyes as he
said, "Fuck me like you fucked Crystal Witherspoon under the bleachers
during the football game Saturday."

Jake was too turned on to be shocked.  I guess his exploits on campus
weren't as discreet as he'd hoped and planned.  Oh well!  He enjoyed fucking
the shit out of the perky blonde cheerleader last weekend and he was pretty
sure he was about to enjoy doing the same to his perky young writing student
right now.

He stood up and aimed his proud member at Kenny's hole.  With a careful but
forceful thrust of his hips, he pushed past the unyielding anal ring and
broke the virginal seal once and for all.  Kenny thanked him with a savage
growl that sent chills up Jake's back.

"That's it, Tiger; take this cock like a man."

The feeling of Jake's cock stretching his tight, young hole hurt like hell,
but hearing the older man talk to him like that really turned Kenny and made
him want that fat cock inside of him now more than ever.  Jake was taking it
slow - out of consideration - but Kenny wanted it all and he wanted it now!
He pushed his hips back and Jake's cock slipped all the way into Kenny's
guts.

The boy gritted his teeth and just took it.  Jake felt his body shaking in
his hands and asked, "Are you okay?  Do you want me to take it out?"

"No!  I want you to fuck me!  I want you to open me up with that fat dick,
Mr. Jacoby, and then I want you to fill me up with your sticky cum!"

"Well, okay then," Jake replied and started reaming Kenny's ass properly.

He made the young dude's ass ripple every time he pushed into him.  All
Kenny could do was hold on and enjoy.  Frequently a tortured whimper or moan
would escape his pretty little lips in response to one of Jake's grunts or
groans.  Such a primal form of communication, but it was appropriate for the
savage way they fucked.  Both of their sweaty bodies were lurched over the
desk, locked in a sticky, lustful embrace.  Jake's hips thrusting brutally
back and forth, driving his cock into Kenny over and over again.

Finally, the young lover couldn't take it anymore.  "Ooooooh, Mr. Jacoby,
I'm cumming!! Oh yeah, fuck the cum out of my little virgin ass!!  Oh shit!
Oh fuck!! Uuuuuugggghhhhh!!!"

Jake felt that tight ass get even tighter as Kenny squeezed out a sizable
nut all over the desk.  With such a powerful grip on his cock, it wasn't
long before Jake chimed in with his own orgasmic announcement, "Gonna fill
this fucking ass!!"

With a final, bone-crushing thrust, Jake buried his bone deep inside of
Kenny and filled his guts with a hot, fresh, creamy load of jizz.  Kenny had
never felt anything like that before and the sensation sent him into a
second orgasmic frenzy.  There was no way he could possibly pump any more
juice out of his nuts, but the tingling, shivering sensation was just as
powerful during the second release as it was during the first.

Satisfied, both men fell forward on the desk.  Jake's larger, heavier frame
felt comforting against Kenny's back.  They were both panting heavily and
reveling in their post-orgasmic glow when they heard the doorknob turn.
Neither one of them could pull their pants up in time to prevent being
caught by Dr. Livingston, the chair of the English Department.

-------

"So he fired me!!  Can you believe that?!"  Jake complained into a
half-empty glass of vodka.

"Yeah, I can believe it; you were fucking a student," John Paul reminded
him.

"But I didn't even work there... officially.  And to top it all off, he's
not going to give me any community service credit for the work that I did!!"

"You're lucky that's all he did, Jake," John Paul snapped.  "Jesus Christ!
After all these years, you'd think you'd know to lock the door."

"You're no help at all; you know that?  Now what am I going to do?"

They both sat in silence for a moment, nursing their drinks.  Jake polished
off his vodka and licked his lips.  He turned to his best friend and said,
"I wonder if they have any openings at the new Catholic school... you
know... the all-girls one."

"Jake..."