Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2006 07:59:51 +0200
From: frank_ryan@hushmail.com
Subject: The Maxton Boarders 2

Usual disclaimers apply. The author, that's me, retains all rights to the
story, if you wish to use it on a website other than Nifty, please contact me
first.

Now, let the saga continue:

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I heard footsteps. Someone was making their way through the hallway outside my
door. Then they stopped. I held on to Troy and quietly whispered to him to not
say a word. I looked at the door knob and saw it being turned ever so slowly.
But then the person on the other side must have changed their mind, because the
door knob turned back to its usual position and I heard the person move away
from my door.

"Phew... Maybe we shouldn't do this tonight?" Troy asked nervously.

"Yeah, we should probably wait for the weekend. We can stay up real late on
Saturday and nobody will know a thing."

We got dressed for bed and got under the covers. After we said good night, it
was only but a few minutes before I heard the faint snoring of my new best
friend. Sleep didn't come to me so fast though. I wasn't tired at all and I was
rather nervous of the close call from before. I kept seeing the door knob turn
and then... the door opened.

I gasped and quickly sat up in my bed. I checked the door and it was still
closed. Then I realised it was nothing but a dream. Glancing at the clock radio
I found out it was 2:30AM. Troy was still out cold in his bed and the faint
snoring relaxed me. I went to the bathroom for a pee and something to drink.

When 6 AM arrived I got out of bed and looked over at Troy. He had tossed a
little in his sleep so the covers only covered his upper body. I moved over to
his bed, bent down and kissed him on his cheek.

"Time to get up, Troy, it is morning now."

He didn't respond, just turned on his other side and pulled the covers over his
head.

"Not this again." I sighed.

I took hold of the covers on his bed and gently pulled them off him. He mumbled
something and suddenly turned so he was laying on his back looking up at me.

"Oh, it's you. I dreamt I was still at home."

"Unfortunately it isn't home, but it's what we have right now. Come on, gotta
hurry or there'll be no warm water for our shower."

"But, we showered last night. Do we really have to take one today too?"

"We have to... oh come now, no time for this."

We scrambled for the showers and this time we got each our own shower head. A
few other boys came into the room after us and one of them headed for the
shower where Troy was busy soaping his lithe body up. The boy was George, you
remember him I'm sure, the little 9 years old kid who sits next to me in the
dining hall? Well, he was quickly joking around with Troy and I couldn't help
but feel some jealousy rise up.

I quickly finished my shower and dried off as fast as I could. With a towel
around my waist I was back in my room and I quickly put on my school uniform,
leaving the room before Troy got back from his shower. Inside the dining hall I
stood behind my chair and waited. I was one of the first to arrive and had to
wait for a good 10 minutes before everyone arrived. Troy and George were among
the last ones to make it to their chairs.

George stuck his tongue out at me, but I just ignored him and turned my head
towards Troy. He was a little flushed and wouldn't look at me. I sighed the
second time that morning. The headmaster entered and soon we were seated and
fighting for the milk bottle like any other school day at Maxton. When I passed
the bottle to Troy he just took it without a word and started pouring milk over
his oatmeal.

After breakfast, we went to our room for the cleaning procedures. And that's
when I was cornered by Troy.

"Why didn't you wait for me before you went to breakfast?" He demanded of me.

"I thought you were too busy with George to go down and get breakfast."

"Listen hot head, you're really smart but sometimes I get to thinking you're
not all so smart anyway."

"What do you mean? You and him were getting along so well I thought you'd
rather be his friend than mine."

"Never!" Troy spat out and continued, "I'd much rather have both of you as
friends. I know you don't have many friends here, but I want to have more
friends than just you."

"But I'll still be your best friend, right?"

"You're the only one I want to fool around with, so that makes you my best
friend. I just want to be able to talk to the other boys here too."

"Deal. Ok, let's get this place cleaned up now, shall we?"

Troy agreed to this, and that settled the first argument we had. I didn't quite
like that he needed to have other friends than me but I understood that not all
were loners like I was. I could do perfectly fine without the other boys at
school, just as they'd probably rather be without a pest such as myself. But I
guess with the love from Troy and the discipline from the coach, I would be
able to constrain myself.


5. Trouble again?

That first argument took place Friday morning and though we now had a
cease-fire I was still a little cold towards Troy. I didn't know him very well
yet but with him being so friendly towards George who always was so unfriendly
to me, I wasn't sure if we were to ever play with each other in bed again. If
Troy ever was to tell George about what we had done, it would be all over the
school the day after.

During math class my thoughts kept drifting back to the things we did the day
before. At least Mr Tucker didn't notice and when the bell finally rang, I
picked up my books and went back to my room. When I got to my room, Troy was
already there but he wasn't alone. George was in there as well. They were
sitting in front of my computer and giggled but as I entered the giggling
stopped.

"Hi Ed, I hope you don't mind me using your computer to show George something
on the `net?"

"Nah, you can do what you want. I don't really care. Just don't mess it up."

George had looked at me while Troy and I were talking but now he looked back to
the monitor. He hadn't made any faces at me but seemed to be amused. I dropped
my books off next to the computer and briefly noted what they were looking at.
Looked like some comic book site or something. I dug into my closet and found
the books for my next class. English. Mrs Swanson's class.

We were supposed to hand in our essay today. The essay I had not completed! I
grabbed the books and my incomplete essay and told the kids they had better
hurry up or they'd miss their next class.

"Mr Fields."

I looked up and saw Mrs Swanson at the black board looking down at me. I
scurried out of my seat and stood next to it.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Would you be so kind and tell me what this is?" She held up the single sheet
of paper I had handed in when I came to class.

"Uh that is my essay?"

"Do you call this an essay? Do you remember how many pages I asked for when I
gave you this assignment?"

"Well, yeah, uh, 3 pages..."

"Alright Mr Fields. And why is there but one page here, and might I add only
half filled out?"

"Uh, I ran out of time."

"Indeed? The rest of the class had no problems handing in their essays." She
paused for a moment before continuing.

"Didn't this happen with the previous essay and the one before that too? I'm
afraid I see no other option than to discipline you."

I gulped down a breath of air. I had a flash back to lying across Coach Myers'
lap for a second before I could clear my mind and try to magically think of a
way out of the mess. Swanson was looking at me. Another moment passed as I
stood there silently looking at my feet, then at the book on my table as if the
answer was written all over the book and back to my feet.

"Well, Mr Fields. You've just earned yourself 5 lunch time detentions. During
which, you may be able to write the essay as well as another one that explains
why it's so important to do your homework. Sit!"

After that she thankfully was done with me for the duration of the class. When
the bell rang I went to my room and dropped everything into my closet and
slammed the door closed. Troy came in shortly afterwards and put his books on
his table and then turned and looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, everything's fine. I just got detention for 5 days. So I'm as
happy as can be."

"Why did you get detention?"

"Because I didn't do my homework." I let out a sigh.

"When do you have detention?"

"First one is today after lunch, then the 4 others next week."

"Darn, I wanted to see if I had gotten any mail from you-know-who."

"I'm sorry, if I had known I was going to get such a cool room mate like you, I
woulda written that essay before you came here."

"There's nothing you can do about it now... so might as well just get it over
with and try not to get into trouble again."

"But, Sir, my middle name is trouble. To stay out of trouble is like asking me
to stop sleeping or eating."

Troy giggled at me for addressing him as I would have done a teacher. In a way,
he was teaching me some important lesson here. If I did as I was told, I would
have more time to be around him. That was something to think over.

- Oh what the hell, I thought, might as well try and see what I get from doing
that.

"Ok, I'll try to be on my very best behaviour, but I need you to help me then."

"I'll help you as best as I can. Now, isn't it time for lunch?"

And, indeed it was. We went to the dining hall and made it there with no
incidents. Just before we were all excused the list of people who had detention
was announced.

"Keep it down gentlemen," the headmaster bellowed, "today we have two boys for
detention."

He paused briefly before announcing the names.

"Mr Bagley and Mr Fields, please remain seated. The rest of you are excused."

I wondered what Toby had got himself into this time. For that was who Mr Bagley
was. When the other boys and teachers had left, the headmaster told us to come
to him.

"Well, lads, I must say I'm rather disappointed seeing either of you before me
again. Mr Bagley, what is your crime this time?"

"I was, uh, caught smoking a cigarette, Sir."

"Mr Bagley! Your crime was not that you was *caught* smoking. It was that you
were smoking at all. As you are very well aware of, the school policy does not
allow any of the students to smoke. I'm sure your dorm master have already made
this clear to you at least once prior to this, otherwise you wouldn't be here
now. Is this true?"

"Yes Sir. It is."

"And yet, you still do it. For how many days of detention is your punishment to
be this time?"

"6 Sir, today and all of the next week."

"I don't think that's quite enough time for your punishment. You've had a
number of detentions already for smoking, so I think 11 will be more suitable.
Do you agree?"

"Yes Sir."

As he said that he looked at his feet and I felt kind of sorry for him. I
hadn't heard of anyone who got a full 2 weeks of detention before, but then
again, smoking isn't really healthy and it stinks.

"Mr Fields."

I quickly gathered my thoughts and looked straight ahead and more or less stood
at attention.

"Yes Sir."

"What did you do this time, to stand before me?"

"I forgot to do my homework, Sir."

"Forgot you say? How can one forget to do his homework, when one is supposed to
write it down in his notebook?"

"I don't know, Sir. With all the commotion of having a new room mate move in, I
simply forgot to write the assigned essay."

"So you're blaming it on Mr Wilson. I see."

I said nothing, but immediately as he said that, I realised I had done a
mistake. He started speaking again.

"Well, Mr Fields, Mr Wilson didn't move in until 2 days ago, is this correct?"

Now I was certain I had done a mistake, but how could I undo it? I tried.

"Sir, that is correct. I had planned to do the last bit of writing in the
afternoon of when he moved in, but I got distracted from my plans due to the
fact that I'd once again have a room mate after not having had one for almost 7
months, Sir."

I hoped that would make him go easier on me. Even an old geezer like him had to
understand what it was like to get distracted. He just had to. Alas, such was
not the case.

"Even with great changes around us, one must never forget his duties, Mr
Fields. My duty is to run this fine school, the teachers' duty is to teach
students just like yourself in the subjects decided upon by the government. And
your duty, Mr Fields, is to do anything in your power to learn just what you
are being taught. Is that clear?!"

The last 3 words came out with such force I nearly trembled. I looked up at him
and I could see he was angry, his face was flushed and his eyes were two small
slits.

"Y-ye-es Sir."

"Good, I see Mrs Swanson has recommended you have 5 detentions so that you can
write the essay you were supposed to, as well as another one on why you should
do that. Do you feel 5 detentions will be enough?"

"Yes Sir," I said more firmly this time.

"Then so be it. Go get your books, lads. Mr Tucker awaits you at the library."

I quickly went for my book and on the way to the library I quickly went to the
bathroom to have a much needed pee. As I came out of the bathroom Toby nearly
bumped into me.

"Watch where you're going twerp."

Same old Toby, I thought. Always quick to degrade those smaller than him. He
gave me a quick shove before he moved on towards the library.

I passed a few other boys who were chatting happily with each other. They were
going home on the weekend, something I wished and craved for, but wasn't
possible. Even most holidays I'd be confined to either the school or boarding
with an elderly couple on the school board. That was nearly worse than school,
as they had, believe it or not, even stricter rules as to what I could do and
not.

Finally arriving at the library, Mr Tucker told me to take a seat, start
writing and not disturb him, unless I ran into something I didn't understand. I
guess he'd rather be at the boring teacher's meeting and was unhappy at being
assigned detention duty.

- Not my fault, I thought but remembered that it was my fault, at least partly.

Seeing as I had about 40 minutes to kill before the lunch break and the
detention would be over, I did as he said, sat down and started writing. In the
silence of the library, only a few groans and muttered words from Toby while he
was trying to do his homework could be heard.

I don't know if the silence helped me relax and focus, or if it was just
because I had nothing better to do at the time, I found out my mind worked and
I had written another page, bringing the total up to 1 and a half of the
required 3 pages. Mr Tucker announced the end of detention sooner than I had
expected, time had just flown by while I had been writing.

Back at Troy's and my room I found the two little boys sitting side by side on
Troy's bed reading each their own book. George looked up at me and he actually
smiled at me! Now, that might not come to anyone's surprise had it not been for
his previous behaviour towards me. So I stopped dead and looked at him. Then
suddenly his smile vanished and he mischievously stuck his tongue out at me and
continued reading.

Troy saw him do that and elbowed him in the side.

"Owie, why did you do that for?"

"Cuz, you should treat other people nicely, and especially Ed, he's cool you
know?"

"You only think that way cuz you don't know him yet. He's only trouble. All
trouble."

"Not true, he's cool. Yeah he told me about what he did and I thought it was
fun. Nobody got hurt and he only did it to liven up this place."

"Hmpf, you just wait and see. And I nearly wet myself when my clock radio went
off in the middle of the night, it scared me so much."

That's where I cut into the conversation.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm, George, and anyway I got my
punishment for doing it, and I won't ever do something like that again."

"What was your punishment anyway? I never heard what happened."

I thought everyone at the school knew what Coach Meyers did to me, but
apparently not.

"Coach beat me up."

"I don't believe that. They don't beat kids here."

"Well, he took down my pants and hit my bum 12 times. My bum was red for 2 days
afterwards."

"Man. Did it hurt a lot?"

"Yes it did... But it was worse having to shower after practise so everyone
could see. I thought everyone heard what happened?"

"No, nobody ever said anything to me, and I'm usually one of the first to hear
anything around school."

"Hmm."

Maybe the coach had told the soccer team to keep quiet. I couldn't understand
why he'd do such a thing though. Maybe he thought that the spanking and the
team knowing that I had been spanked was enough punishment. Then I realised
that it might have been a mistake telling the school's biggest tell-tale.

"Listen, George, please don't tell anyone about that ok?"

"Well, I don't know, it's a good story to tell others I think... Ow, stop
elbowing me Troy!"

"Then say you won't tell anyone. Ed has already taken his punishment for it and
you don't need to be a little tell-tale, you listen?"

"Ok, ok, I won't tell anyone. There happy?"

And then Troy did something that just baffled me. He leaned over and kissed
George on his cheek. And George just grinned and turned his head and kissed
Troy on his mouth. I shook my head and blinked several times, but they were
still kissing so it wasn't just my mind pulling a trick on me. Finally they
pulled away from each other. George saw me staring at them and he blushed.

"Now you have something on me too, Eddie, don't worry."

"Uh, yeah... whatever, listen class will start soon, go grab your books so you
won't be late."

George looked at his wrist watch and got up from the bed and left the room. I
turned and faced Troy again.

"Troy, I want to talk to you, but not now, after supper ok?"

He looked sheepishly at me and nodded. Then he found his books and was off too.

I left the room and locked the door, then walked towards the wood workshop. My
next class was a pretty cool one. The teacher was also one of the better ones
in the school. Mr Burby. He always let the boys in his class use their
imagination and only suggested what we should do. Then he'd have us make a
sketch for it, and if needed, help us choose the right tools for the task. But
he wouldn't ever do the actual work for us. He would help us in demonstrating
how to use a tool the proper way or come up with a good approach.

I had been working on a project for a good number of weeks now and it was
slowly turning into something useful now. I had selected a project involving
making a small coffee table. This was my examination project for the year
grade, and it just had to be perfect. After I had gotten Mr Burby to setup the
turning lathe, I had on my very own carved the legs for the table out of 4
sticks of wood.

The design was truly my own and looked rather cool, it's just too hard to
describe in words, so I won't trouble you with it. I had spent more than one
afternoon and several sheets of paper before I was satisfied and then shown it
to Mr Burby who had shown his approval. We had discussed what kind of wood I
should use and ended up with teak wood. Though it turned out to be really hard
to work with, the result was beyond my imagination.

I was now working on the table top, which was also made by teak, with a carved
pattern on top of which a layer of glass would be put. I had found a very old
crest on the Internet and had with the help of Mr Burby enlarged a part of it.
What we did was simply print out the picture on an overhead then use a
projector to draw the pattern onto the disc of teak wood that was to become the
table top.

So, now I was going to be chiselling away wood for the next hour and a half. I
didn't mind that as it was great to be able to focus on this not so simple
task. Just one wrong hit with the wood hammer and all the hard work would be
ruined. So I'd rather hit two times than just one and make sure that the chisel
wouldn't slip. Of course, I wasn't a skilled carpenter so it did happen a few
times I took out a slightly larger piece of wood than wanted.

But over all, it didn't look half bad; you'd had to know the design from heart
to see it wasn't exactly right. While we worked, there was a cacophony of
voices heard in the room, as most of the boys were talking and joking amongst
each other. I smiled when I heard some of the jokes I had not heard before, but
other than that I concentrated on the work at hand, and not until the bell rang
did I put away my tools.

And so ended the school week. Friday was always a short day, ending at 2:30PM
so those who were going home for the weekend could get home before it got too
late in the evening. But as I've already said, I wouldn't be one of them. I've
on a number of occasions sat in my window looking at the boys waiting to board
the bus taking them to the train station, wishing I was standing there with
them, holding a back pack with comic books for reading on the trip.

But, this day was different from all the previous Fridays of course. Today I
wouldn't be returning to an empty room, only to listen to music and browse the
Internet or whatever I had been doing. All that was forgotten now, no more
sitting in the window feeling sorry for myself. Because today, there would be a
10 year old, full of energy, all boy waiting for me in my room.

I ran down the gently sloped pathway from the house that contained the wood
workshop towards the 5 stories tall dorm building. And on the second floor of
that building, I opened the door and burst into my room a little out of breath.
Finally, another school day was over. And there he was, Troy. He nearly jumped
off his chair as I opened the door so quickly it slammed into the locker behind
it.

After I closed the door he spoke up.

"Oh boy, you nearly gave me a heart attack. What a way to end a week. If you
must give me a heart attack, please do it on a Monday morning."

I grinned at him while I walked to him, then without warning started tickling
him while he still sat in the chair. He laughed so hard I thought he'd really
fall off his chair so I stopped and pulled him off the chair and onto his bed
next to it. There I resumed my tickle attack until the little bugger started
tickling me back! I howled with laughter and tried to protect my body where he
was tickling me.

After a good 5 minutes of trying to tickle each other in various places he
accidentally pulled on my tie nearly choking me. He quickly let go and I sat up
coughing.

"Are you alright?" He asked with fright in his voice.

I nodded while I loosened my tie then removed it completely.

"It's time to get out of the school clothes now anyway. We need to put on our
weekend clothes."

The weekend clothing regulations were much more relaxed. We could wear what we
wanted, as long as the colours were what the school had allowed. I removed my
jumper, unbuttoned my shirt and put the items into the hamper, then took off my
shoes and trousers. Troy was quickly following suit and before I could walk the
short distance to my cupboard with my clothes he jumped on to me from behind.

I staggered a little under his weight but managed to walk to my bed and fell
onto it, still with him on my back. His hands went to my undies and before I
knew what happened he had pulled them off me. I turned around and made a grab
for his undies and started lowering them while he tried to prevent that. We
were giggling as well as grunting when I heard an exaggerated cough coming from
the door.

We both looked at the door in surprise and there stood no other than little
George with one of his hands covering his mouth and I could see on his eyes he
was smiling behind the hand.

"You really ought to lock your door if you're going to be all sexy with each
other, what if it had been Mr Tucker who had opened the door and found you butt
naked like that?"

"George! Darn it, close the door before someone else sees us like this!" I said
this while trying to find my underwear. He closed the door, but he stayed in
the room, instead of what I had expected him to do, close it from outside.
After locking the door he went and sat on Troy's chair. He was still wearing
his school clothing. But I suspected it wouldn't be for long, since he hadn't
left the room.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"What does it look like? We're getting changed for the weekend."

"Oh and that's why you're not wearing your unders and you were trying to rip
off Troy's unders when I walked in?"

"Well we were just playing around. Darn Troy, what did you do with my undies?"

He giggled and pointed to where the bed met the wall.

"I think they fell down behind the bed."

I tried to reach my hand down there but the bed was too close to the wall so I
stood up and tried to move it with Troy still on it. It wouldn't budge. I
looked behind me at George and I saw him staring at my very bare behind. I
straightened up and put a hand on my bum covering the cleft between my cheeks.

"Hey, have you never seen a bum before?" I asked him.

"Sure I have, but never seen the bum hole before. Now I have," he said in awe.

"So, it's just a hole. Help me move this bed a little so I can get to my
undies. Please."

"If you'll let me see your hole again. It's neat."

"Yeah, after I get my undies out from back there, I'll let you see it again. If
you must."

With our combined strength we managed to move the bed out from the wall so
there was a 10 cm gap.

"You know, it would have been so much easier if you had gotten off it first," I
complained to Troy.

"Yep, but not nearly as much fun for me."

I got up on the bed and looked down the gap searching for my underwear but they
were nowhere to be seen. I wondered how underwear could vanish like that, if
they were in any way related to socks. You probably know this, at least one of
your socks are bound to vanish after laundry.

"Fuck, where are they? They were my favourite pair too."

"I'm sure you'll find them soon. Now don't move." George said while he climbed
onto the bed scooting in between my legs, forcing them open in the process.

"What are you doing?" I asked alarmed.

"You promised I could have another look. So now I'm going to look."

The things little boys get their minds fixed on. Anyway, I just lay there with
my head propped up supported by my hands and arms. Then I felt two cold hands
on my butt, one on each cheek. And slowly my bum cheeks were spread from each
other. George leaned in, surely as to not miss one thing that was on display. I
looked back at him, and he had cocked his head to one side as he looked at the
mystery that lay before him.

Then he quickly blew directly at my hole before letting go of my bum. I
shuddered and he laughed and slumped down on me knocking the wind out of my
lungs. Then he rolled around so he was on his back, his head resting between my
scapulas, and my bum was under his lower back.

"This is so comfortable," he said and moved about a little to find an even more
comfortable position to lie in.

"Sure, for you perhaps. Shouldn't you rather go in and change out of your
uniform?" I asked him.

"Yeah, go get changed, then we can play some more," Troy chimed in.

George got up from the bed and me. Troy followed him to the door and made sure
to both close and lock it behind him. I looked around for my underwear again
and finally I found them under the covers next to where Troy had been lying on
the bed. I quickly put them on, not that I mind being naked all that much, but
I don't like it when I'm the only one naked in a room.

Troy came back to my bed and pushed me back on it, and then he gently lay on
top of me and started kissing me all over my face. My forehead, eye brows,
eyelids, the tip of my nose, cheeks, chin, small Adams apple and then on my
lips. I opened up and his tongue entered my mouth. Then there was a knock on
the door. Not the quick rap of a teacher, but like a spy would knock on a door,
at least according to what a kid thinks.

First 2 knocks then 1 and finally 3 knocks. I knew instantly it was George
knocking. I contemplated telling Troy not to open but before I could break our
kiss and tell him, he broke it and got up to answer the door. In came George
now dressed in the weekend clothes, same black shoes, grey socks, black shorts,
and a white polo shirt with the school's crest. He hadn't put on a jumper but
that wasn't really necessary as we were indoors.

Troy closed and locked the door behind George, then went to the stereo and put
on a CD. He turned the sound up a notch and then music filled the room, a song
from the Lion King movie. He must have skipped a few songs because it wasn't
the first song on the CD that started.

"Can you feel the love today," Troy sang along, changing the tonight to today,
"It is where we are."

He had a nice voice for singing. But he didn't know all the words to the song
so he trailed off after just singing the line I wrote before. We all lay on my
bed, me in the middle, Troy on the left towards the window, George on my right,
towards the door. I put my arms out and both boys put their heads on my upper
arms. We just lay there listening to the music, until Elton John started
singing The Circle of Life.

That's when Troy started singing again, and this time we all joined in.

"Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they join the stampede
You should never take more than you give."

As the song went on, I stopped singing and pulled my arm out from under
George's head. I turned towards the still singing Troy and put my now freed
hand on his chest. I spotted one of his nipples and traced a circle around it
using just the tip of my finger nail. Slowly it grew firm and just as the last
word in the song was sung, I squeezed it between my thumb and index finger. Not
hard enough to make it hurt, but he could clearly feel it.

"The circle of Ohhh," he went.

George didn't see anything that had happened but snickered at the sudden
outburst from Troy.

"What is he doing?" he asked.

Troy told him and got up to change the CD. Seeing as I couldn't play with him
for a time I turned to George and pried his polo shirt from under his shorts
and then let my hand sneak under the shirt until I reached his left nipple. I
did the same to him, making it firm then squeeze it ever so lightly. He purred
like a cat and then opened his eyes to look up at me. I was leaned over his
body and now moved my head closer to his.

He lifted his head from the bed and met my mouth with his. We spent a while
kissing with closed lips and then Troy rejoined us on the bed. I felt my
underwear being tugged at and I lifted my butt off the bed so he could pull
them down to my thighs, I plopped back on the bed and lifted my legs just a
bit. My underwear was now gone yet again, leaving me as naked as a newborn
baby.

My dick was suddenly inside Troy's mouth. He sucked his cheeks in so my dick
was surrounded by his flesh. It felt so good and at the same time I could feel
George open his mouth a fraction and poke his tongue out past his lips. I
relaxed my lips and his tongue pushed past them and reached my teeth. He licked
a little then withdrew. Opening my mouth I quickly pursued his tongue with my
own.

I caught up with his tongue and pushed it back into his mouth where they
duelled like a couple of swordsmen fighting to the bitter end. George lay
passively on the bed. While I was ravishing his mouth I pulled my hand out from
under his shirt and stuck it inside his shorts instead. I felt the heat from
his privates before my hand grabbed hold of his dick. It was firm like a nail
and had a slight curve to the left. I slowly pried his foreskin back and
touched his now unprotected small head.

I was now panting into George's mouth as Troy circled my dick head with his
tongue. It felt so good, no amazing, that it was almost unbearable. I don't
know if you've ever tried this yourself, but I can tell you that it's about the
greatest feeling ever. At least of what I've felt in my life. As I started
panting George opened his eyes and looked at me. And then it happened. I got
the feeling.

From deep inside my body, it started like a knot, getting untangled then it
surged through my loins and out my dick. I don't think anything actually shot
out my dick but it sure felt like it. My small scrotum repeatedly retracted and
then relaxed for a moment hugging my balls closely. Reluctantly I felt Troy
pull away from me and then felt his hand on my wrist. He tucked at it and I let
go of George's dick and let him pull my hand out of his shorts.

I turned my head a little so I could glance down George's body. Troy had undone
his belt and was now unzipping his shorts. Then he unbuttoned and pulled them
down along with his cute undies with batman on the front, just where George's
private parts were hidden underneath. Soon Troy had him in only his shoes,
socks and polo shirt. He spread his legs wide then he dove in, surely to give
him the same treatment as I had just received.

I was growing tired from kissing George so long so I pulled back and moved
around on the bed so I had my head near George's groin. As Troy was working
miracles on his dick I gently touched George's balls. Not a single strand of
hair could be seen anywhere on his body, only a very light dusting of tiny
little hairs on his legs and that was it. His private parts were completely
hairless and felt so soft.

Suddenly some of Big Boy's words came to me. And I let go of George's balls and
moved behind Troy who was laying with his upper body supported by the bed and
had his knees on the floor. I pulled down his underwear and made him lift a
knee at a time so I could remove them completely. I pushed down on his lower
back so he would spread his knees. I took a moment to gather up my courage and
before I could change my mind I made my move.

I spread Troy's cheeks and had a look at his most private part. Then I moved my
head closer and quickly ran my tongue from the boy's scrotum all the way up to
his lower back making sure not to break contact with the skin on the way. When
I reached the lower back I sat back and let the taste of my room mate sink in.
It wasn't bad at all. He tasted a bit sweaty, but then it had been like 9 hours
since his last shower.

I decided I rather liked the taste so I dove in for more. This time I
concentrated on the little rose looking back at me. I licked around it, then
flattened my tongue right on top of it and lapped like a dog. Troy had problems
keeping still now, he moved about and I just kept moving my head along with his
butt. I simply loved pleasing my best friend like this so I wasn't about to let
up even if he moved around as much as he was.

George was clearly reaching climax, I could hear it on his panting. Suddenly he
sat up straight and grabbed Troy by his ears and pressed himself harder into
his mouth. He held on to Troy like that for a moment before he let go and went
limp on my bed. Troy pulled himself up so only his belly was on the bed, and
then he reached back and put his hand on my head.

"As much as I like what you're doing Ed, I have to get off the floor, my knees
are hurting."

I could feel my knees aching a little too, and I hadn't been on the floor as
long as Troy. The floor was tiled, not carpeted so it wasn't ideal for what we
were doing. I moved away and then got back up on my feet, before I helped Troy
get up from the floor.

"Oh shit, we forgot the time," George exclaimed, "we only have 5 minutes until
we have to be at the assembly."

"Assembly?" Troy didn't know anything about this yet.

"Yeah," I explained, "when you're staying the weekend there's an assembly with
the on-duty teachers and all the boys that are going to be here."
"Oh."

We all scrambled to put on proper clothing, George of course having the
advantage of only needing to put his batman undies and shorts on. After he did
that, he helped Troy find the clothes he should be wearing. I put on the same
outfit as George but since I was a bit chilled from being on the floor I put on
a jumper too. Actually I put that on as we walking down the corridor towards
the staircase.


6. Friday afternoon.

We entered the dining hall, and saw we were quite many boys staying this
weekend, even some that would usually go home for the weekend. This was only
good, as we would each have fewer chores. During the weekends most of the staff
was off, leaving only one cook to fend for us at breakfast and lunch. So the
boys staying the weekend would have to help in the kitchen preparing meals for
the other boys and help with the washing-up afterwards.

We also had to clean other areas than during the week, such as the gymnasium,
including the showers there, hallways and toilets not in the dorm building. But
usually the food was better on weekends as we boys had a range of things we
could vote on. And then it would be decided on the number of votes, what kind
of food we'd be fed. If the on-duty teachers were nice we could also watch a
movie in the small theatre the school had.

Usually I'd keep to myself as much as possible during the weekends, only
leaving my room when I absolutely had to, like for showering, eating and
bathroom visits. I'd mostly lie on my bed listening to music and reading books
(Yeah, REAL books, not the stupid school books). Or I'd spend time on the
Internet chatting with other kids from all over the world, some like me,
trapped in boarding school.

But, now I guess, all that had changed, simply because I had gotten a room
mate, or perhaps I should say a soul mate. I don't know if I was ever going to
be happy at this school, but at least Troy was a welcomed change to the old
boring routine. And as a bonus, I suppose, George had soften up towards me and
not hating me like he used to. But it was probably too soon to think of him as
a friend just yet.

The on-duty teachers for this weekend would be Mr Burby and Mrs Swanson. Burby
as you know, I was quite fond of, and I guess he tolerated me better than any
of the other teachers. Maybe he could see that I was just an under-stimulated
boy who had too much time to spend on stupid things. The only thing he ever
said about my last scam was that it was rather foolish. So he was like a hero
to me.

Mrs Swanson of course, was not one of my favourites. Especially not since she
had sent me to detention, but as I thought of it, maybe she had a point. And
the book wasn't all that bad either.

All the boys sat down in no particular order around the tables. Then the
teachers told us what would happen, all the usual stuff, but this weekend was a
little more special than others. No, I don't mean because of Troy coming to
stay with me, but Mr Burby told us that he'd take one of the school's
mini-busses and take a group to see a show in the nearest city. If anyone was
interested in going, we should just come see him.

Then they continued on with assigning chores to all of us, I ended up with
kitchen duty Sunday at lunchtime, but that was better than having to clean the
gymnasium floor that George had to do Saturday evening. Troy had to clean a
hallway at the main entrance to the school. Not a bad job either. He had to do
that the same evening. I thought I'd go and help him so he'd get it over with
sooner.

Then the weekend's menu was decided upon, Saturday lunch would be pork chops,
evening as usual leftovers from the lunch, and Sunday would be meat loaf. I
know what you're thinking, why would a gang of boys select meat loaf? Well if
you could choose between meat loaf and veterinarian lasagne, wouldn't you make
the same choice we did? The other choice for Saturday was worse, liver with
mashed potatoes. Yuck!

After that we were free to do as we pleased, until dinner time. After dinner,
it was expected that we boys would spend at least an hour on our home work. And
then it was free time until bed time. Bed times on Fridays were more relaxed
than Sundays through Thursdays. Usually the little ones (7 - 8 years olds)
would have to be in bed by 9PM, then my dorm which was the next step up (9-11 +
me), 9:30PM. The 12-14 years olds bed time was 10PM and the oldest (15-17)
didn't have a bed time at all, only a curfew that was 10:30PM, meaning they'd
had to be in their own rooms by that time.

But during the weekend, all there was, was a curfew of 10PM for all but the
oldest who could be up and about their dorm from 10PM to midnight. From that
time on to 6AM you were confined to your room, only exception was for bathroom
visits. Under no circumstances was one to leave the floor on which his room was
located.

Of course the dorm masters would be there to keep order, but they only really
checked on you near bed time or the curfew to make sure you either were in your
bed or in your room. If there was too much noise the dorm master would
sometimes come dashing out of his apartment to see what was going on and to put
an end to it.

Anyway, as I was hinting earlier I really wanted to go the show, not for the
show itself, but just to get out of the hell hole called Maxton Boarding
School, so I asked Troy if he'd like to go with me on a date. Fortunately the
show was on the Saturday evening where George had to clean the gymnasium so he
couldn't be the third wheel on this trip. That's pretty much all I thought of
George still, a nuisance.

Troy readily agreed and without even knowing what kind of show it was we went
to see Mr Burby. He had gone to the teacher's lounge but as it was now
officially weekend the students could enter the lounge, of course after
knocking and waiting for permission to enter. I knocked on the door to the
lounge and waited.

"Enter," came faintly through the door.

I opened the door and pushed Troy in front of me into the lounge. Mr Burby was
busy making tea or something at the small kitchenette in there and he turned to
see who had come to disturb him.

"Oh, it's you Ed. What can I do for you? Do you want to borrow the key for the
wood workshop again?"

Yes, that was another feat of being a weekend boy. You could borrow the keys
for the various workshops, the music room and the photography room complete
with dark room. The last of those you could only borrow the key for, if you had
been in the class and got training in the equipment, which I had not.

"Uh, no, Mr Burby, it's not a key this time. You mentioned a show that you're
going to, tomorrow evening?"

"Yes indeed, are you interested in shows?"

"No, um, I mean yes, Mr Burby, we both are. Is there room for us on the bus?"

"Well, you're the first ones to ask, so that would make ample room for two boys
like yourselves. The show isn't much really, it's a three hour performance by a
local group of actors, but I suppose you're really only interested in the fact
that you'd be off school grounds for 4 and a half hours?"

I grinned at him, and nodded in the affirmative. As I said, Mr Burby was one of
my favourite teachers, if not the one.

"Right, I must say I understand you. This place gets rather boring after a
while. I should know."

He had told me that he had been working at this school for almost 8 years
before I came around. That would make this his 10th year on the school. I
couldn't in my wildest dreams imagine what that would be like. To me, probably
a nightmare.

"And you, young Mr Wilson right? Are you also interested in going?"

"Yes, and yes again, Mr Burby. I am most interested in going to see the show."

"Ah, so it shall be, now lads, we're leaving right after supper tomorrow
evening so, you should wear your blazer and bring your coats to the dining hall
so we won't be late. If you forget your coats, I'm afraid you will be left
behind. Understood?"

We both replied affirmatively almost simultaneously.

"Right, now run along and have some fun before supper."

"Bye Sir," I said and left the lounge with Troy following.

As we walked towards the room, we talked excitedly about the trip the next
evening. When we got to the room, we spent some time on the computer, found a
game that we could play, taking turns at the keyboard. Soon it was time for
supper and we went and got that over. Back at the room, we read a little for
ourselves.

"Oh, Ed, I have cleaning duty today, what do I do?"

"Don't worry, I'm going to come along and help you do it, so you'll know what
to do and where to get the things you need for it."

"You're too cool, that's so great."
He dropped his book and came over to me. He leaned down and kissed me briefly
on my lips.

"There, you earned that," he said and smiled.

I smiled back at him and then looked at my watch.

"Well we might as well go and get it done. Then the rest of the evening we
won't have to worry about anything."

We left the room and went to the cleaning staff's room, where they kept all the
buckets, brooms and other remedies for cleaning. I asked Troy to take a bucket
and fill it with warm water, then add some soap flakes to it. While he did
that, I took a broom, scrubbing brush and a floor cloth. Then we went to the
hallway.

"If you start sweeping the floor, I'll scrub it afterwards." I told him.

And so we went from one end of the hall way to the other, him sweeping the
floor and I scrubbing it, leaving the tiles nice and clean. When we were done,
we got rid of the dirty water and put everything back where it belonged.

"Now, no more duties to worry about tonight," I declared after we had washed
our hands.

"I have one more thing to do before I'm through."

"Oh, and what is that?" I tried to think of what it might be but couldn't think
of anything.

"You'll find out when we're back in our room."

I was still puzzled but accepted it for now and we went back to our room.


7. Friday evening.

Inside the room, he closed and locked the door.

"This time, nobody enters, not even George," he said as he turned from the door
and walked towards me.

"Take your shorts and underwear off and lay on your bed on your back," he
beckoned me.

I did as he requested, but removed my shoes first. Then I lay down the bed.

"Scoot back so your head is on your pillow."

I complied and then he got down on my bed as well.

"Lift up your legs and hold onto them at your knees."

I smirked at him and then went ahead doing what he told me to. As soon as my
hands held on to my knees he bent down and lapped at my hole.

"Oh," I exclaimed, "so *this* was your duty?"

He stopped licking and looked up at me, "yes, now be quiet and let me do my
thing."

"Aye, aye Sir."

And do his thing, he sure did. Everything I had done to him, he did to me,
including some other things, like making his tongue firm and press it at my
butt hole. That was a strange feeling for sure. Before long, my butt hole
relaxed and he got just the tip of his tongue inside. That felt cool, like...
well I don't know for sure as it was different from anything else I'd ever done
with my backside before.

Suffice to say, he didn't stop there. After all, we had a list of things to do,
the list we made from Brian's (Big Boy's) suggestions. So, after he got me all
wet from spit and saliva he moved off me.

"Don't move a muscle," he told me, as he stood and removed his own clothes.

When he was all naked, he climbed back on the bed and got up close so his dick
touched my bum. He had to point it downwards a bit but then he had the right
angle of attack, so to speak, and he speared me. He went in slowly but in one
fluid motion, never stopping or pausing until his pubis was pushed up against
my cheeks.

"Oh man, this is great!" he said before pulling back out a bit.

"It doesn't feel all that bad on this end either," I said, truthfully. His
penis wasn't all that long and it wasn't very fat either. If I should estimate
it's length I'd say 3 inches at very most, but more likely 2 and a half inch.
And probably the same around. I'm not good with sizes though, and we never did
measure each other, but I think it is close enough anyway. Anyway it wasn't fat
enough to cause me pain.

But, it was a strange feeling, kind of like pooping in reverse. But when he
started the instinctively act of making love, you know, the in and out motion
you get from moving your hips back and forth, it was a feeling from outer
space. It was like he hit a magic button inside my butt each time he went in to
the hilt. And from the expression on his face, it wasn't so bad on his end
either. My thighs were however starting to smart a little from the unusual
position they were locked in.

I let go of my legs and put my hands on his shoulders dragging him down on top
of me. Once he understood what I wanted him to do, he wrapped his arms around
me and put his head next to mine. I put my legs around his body and locked them
there by putting one foot on top of the other. That way his dick also reached
deeper into my hole. After a few stabs at my hole he went into overdrive.

I would have loved to say we made love like this for the rest of the evening,
but we were both kids and didn't know much, if hardly anything, about the act
of making love, so Troy rushed to get the feeling and that happened after only
5 minutes of the in and out motion. It wasn't nearly enough time for me to
reach satisfaction, but it was a small price to pay for him to get the feeling.
And I knew that my time would come too.

Alas, it didn't happen that evening. Troy was tired after the work out in my
bum and I didn't feel up to much anyway, so we ended up side by side slowly
kissing each other. We kept kissing and caressing each other for quite some
time, until we both decided it was time for bed. We wanted to play it safe, and
it wouldn't do any good if Mr Tucker should unlock the door and see us naked in
the same bed.

However, we did sleep naked that night. I didn't notice when or if Mr Tucker
checked in on us, but I'm sure he must have, as not an evening passes by
without him poking his head in the door quietly saying good night. And I
usually wake up when his key rattles at the key hole, so the loving Troy had
given me that evening really wore both of us out.


8. Saturday Morning.

As it was, I woke up when the light from the sun outside lit up the room. We
hadn't pulled the curtain so it was bright and shiny in the room when I woke up
just after 7AM. On the weekends, we weren't expected to go eat breakfast, so
you could sleep in if you wanted to. And I always wanted to. Troy was still
out, on his side of the room. He had kicked off the covers during the night, so
his butt was facing me.

He was lying in the foetal position so I could see everything he had from where
I lay. I yawned and stretched out on my bed. I was drifting back to sleep just
as I heard a very faint knock on the door, it was the same kind of knock as the
one the day before, so I knew it was George on the other side of the door. I
was about to tell him to leave, but then thought better and quietly got out of
bed and went to the door.

I opened it with as little noise as I could muster, and quickly shushed George
before letting him in, locking the door behind him. He looked at me as I stood
there before him in all my naked glory. Then he saw how Troy was positioned on
his bed and put his hands to his mouth as to stop a laugh. I took George's hand
and lead him to my bed. I whispered to him to take off his clothes and get into
bed with me.

He undressed to his undies, this time it was a ninja turtle hugging his penis.
I lifted my covers and he quickly got in with me, and I draped my arm and the
covers over him.

"Let's get some more sleep," I whispered to him.

He nodded and snuggled up close to me, then put his head on my pillow and
closed his eyes. I moved my head a little to get into a more comfortable
position and ended up with my forehead touching his. I could smell the
toothpaste on his breath, and that's about the last thing I remember before I
fell asleep, with a naked boy showing me his goodies from across the room and
another hot boy in my bed.

When I woke up again, it was because I felt the covers being lifted from my
body, then I felt a cold boy worm himself in between me and George. He put his
cold butt right up against my middle and then he relaxed. I didn't bother
opening my eyes as I knew it was Troy. I guess he finally woke up and found out
he was cold from not having his covers over him. I put my arm over his side and
rested my hand on his belly.

We lay there for a while and Troy slowly warmed up. George stirred in his sleep
and then woke up.

"Yum, this feels so nice," he said.

I looked at my clock radio and it told me the time was now 9AM.

"Time to get up, sleepy heads," I announced.

I got out of bed and dragged the covers with me so the two boys were now laying
on the bed, one nude and one in his underwear. They didn't really want to get
up, but it was a little chilly to lie there with nothing on. George reached for
his pile of clothes next to my bed and put them on, while he was still on the
bed. Troy got up and kissed me on the cheek before he put on the clothes he had
worn the day before.

I opted for a shower before getting dressed, so I went and had one. When I
returned and got dressed we sat and talked until it was time for lunch. We
talked about our lives until we were put into this school. Troy's life had been
the most interesting as he had been living in several countries; yes he had
even been born abroad.

"Well, I was born in Tanzania, Africa where my dad was with the diplomatic
services. I don't remember anything from that country as we left before I was
2. We moved to South Africa and lived there until I was 7, from there we moved
to Egypt, where my parents still live now. They wanted me to learn about my
home country, that's why they stowed me away here."

"Wow, that's really cool," George said, "I've only ever been to a few countries
and that was only on holidays."

George had in fact been at the school ever since he was 7, only had a year in a
normal school before his parents enrolled him here. He rather enjoy life at
Maxton though he would have liked staying with his parents more. His parents
had him at a stage in their lives where he was more trouble than pleasure,
interfering with their plans. So he was shipped off to boarding school where
he'd more than likely get his entire schooling.

As for myself, well. I was shipped to boarding school for a mistake. I guess I
just met the wrong people at the wrong time and I was looking up to them for
the things they did. They were all older than me by at least a couple of years,
and the oldest was a 19 years old guy. I ran across them one day going to
school (my old school) where two of them were running from a police officer.

As they passed me just around a corner they dumped something into my open
school bag and told me not to say anything, just keep on walking. So, that's
what I did. As I turned the corner, the police man, who was chasing them,
didn't take more than one look at me before he was gone. After a few minutes
they came to me and took whatever it was from my bag. They thanked me for
helping them and asked if I wanted to come with them.

I told them I had to go to school but they would have none of that, they
quickly pursued me into following them and we went to an area of the city I had
never been in. It was a little rundown but I didn't notice that, I was busy
listening to what the two older boys were talking about. They were 14 and 15
years old and I had only just turned 10 back then.

Well, to make a long story short, they were part of a gang where 3 or 4 people
was the inner circle, and then there were up to 20 or so boys who from time to
time joined them doing what ever was decided by the leaders. Soon I was doing
odd jobs for them like transporting small packages from one person to another,
getting a wad of cash and returning that to them. Then off to another one with
another package.

At first, I only did this after school, but soon they asked me if I could
deliveries at the time where I was supposed to be in school. I told them no,
they offered me a little money I was tempted but still said no. Then they asked
me if I knew what was in the small packages I had been carrying about. When I
said I didn't, they told me. And then they told me they'd go to the police and
tell them I had been selling it.

I didn't have any choice as I saw it. I couldn't think of a way to get out,
telling my parents was not an option and apparently the police would put me
away for a long time if they found out. So I agreed. And that made it all a lot
worse for me. Now I knew what I was carrying around, I was getting money for
it, and I had to cut school for it. And to make the school think I had
legitimate reasons to stay away, I turned in false notes to my teachers.

Those notes had been written by the leader of the gang. But, then the shit hit
the fan. There was a parent-teacher meeting where the teachers told my parents
they were worried about my absence from the school. Of course my parents knew
nothing about that and when they returned home the questions begun. Foolishly I
tried to defend my `friends' by lying but my parents would have none of that.

So I had to break down and tell them what I had done. My mom was shocked that
her little darling boy could have done such a thing and my dad was just mad.
They told me I wasn't going to leave the house until they had thought of
something. And a couple of days later, my dad told me that I was going to live
at a boarding school. They weren't going to involve the police as they didn't
want to draw any attention.

So, because my parents didn't want a scandal involving the family name I was
punished for a crime I had not done. I told him it wasn't fair and he said that
life isn't always fair; everyone learns that sooner or later. I was one of
those who learned too soon. So, I was shipped off like a package, put on a
train that would take me almost across the country before I arrived at Maxton
Boarding School many hours later.

I arrived mid term and that was unusual but not unheard of, so the teachers and
boys welcomed me, but I was devastated. I spent the first month without
speaking unless spoken to. I was both mad and sad and desperately tried to
think of something so I could go back home to live with my parents again. I
don't know how many times I got detention for not handing in homework, not
cleaning my room or not doing any of the other things I was expected to do.

Until that day the headmaster had a conversation with me. He made it very clear
that it was my parents' wishes that I was at this school, that nothing I could
do would change that decision. That I should to comply with the regulations and
it would make life easier on all of us if I started cheering up a bit. That was
the first conversation I had with him, but it wasn't to be the last.

On the contrary, I took his words as a go ahead to see what I could get away
with. So that was when I started to see what I could do to get sent home. None
of the things I did get me sent home, but I got a record of detentions and was
soon the clown of the school. My room mate tried to talk to me but I didn't
listen and he finally went to the dorm master and asked to be moved to another
room.

All my scams ever did was making me more isolated and soon the only one who was
nice to me was Mr Burly. He tried many times to sit down with me in my room
during the evenings and listen to me. And finally I told him why I was sent to
the school. A few days passed by and he came back to me with a solution. Not so
I would be expelled but so I wouldn't get into trouble so often. I listened to
him.

I even tried to follow his advice but some times it just got too much so I had
to try something. However I did start turning in most of my homework and
followed the routines at the school. And my grades improved somewhat. I wasn't
putting enough effort into my school work to get top grades and most of my
teachers were annoyed with me for that reason but they couldn't do anything as
my grades weren't bad.

Life went on, everybody a little more relaxed towards me, but still not openly
friendly. Christmas came and I went home for the first time since I had been
sent off to Maxton. My mom nearly choked me when she gave me a welcome home
hug. My dad gave me a firm handshake and told me I looked sharp in the school
uniform. They sat down with me and talked for an hour before they sent me to
bed. It was late.

The next morning I got out of bed before any of them woke up and snuck out. I
wanted to see one of the boys in the gang I had been good friends with. I
didn't really know where he lived so I went to the abandoned office building
the gang used for meetings. When I got there only the 19 year old guy was
present and he told me the police had shut them down and most had been taken to
juvenile detention centres.

I ran out of there and didn't stop until I reached a park where I sat on a
bench. It was a bit cold and snowing and the seat of the bench was wet, but I
didn't notice. I don't know how long I just sat there feeling empty, but
finally I got up and walked home.

My parents had gotten out of bed and my mom was worried when she couldn't find
me in the house. My dad gave me a long lecture of why I should leave a note
when leaving the house and told me I wasn't to leave it again without getting
his permission. That was the day before Christmas.

Everything from then on was rather uneventful, we did the same things any
family would do at Christmas, had too much to eat, too many sweets and then
there were the presents. There were presents from my grandparents, uncle and
aunts and of course one from my parents. Only one but it was better than any of
all the other presents combined. It was a computer. And not just a computer, it
was a laptop.

My eyes nearly left the sockets when I saw what was underneath the gift
wrapping. I couldn't believe and I looked up at my dad and he just smiled at
me. I wondered if they had just gotten hold of the box and put something else
in there, like a sweater or something. I tried to tear through the tape holding
the box together, but had to wait for mom getting a knife from the kitchen
before I finally got the box open.

And there it was, suspended inside the box by foam protecting it from bumps.
Underneath the laptop was another box with the power supply and an extra
battery. That's when I literally got up and danced around the living room
repeatedly shouting "oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!"

My mom caught me in her arms and tried to hold me still, but was only
successful when my dad came up behind me and hugged the two of us at the same
time. I had stopped shouting but still from time to time I said "oh boy". I
just couldn't believe it. I had wanted a laptop ever since I knew what it was.
And now I finally had one.

Yes, I did have a regular computer, but it was old and slow and I couldn't
bring that to the school. I didn't mind that was old or even that it was slow,
as I could still use it. Not being able to bring it to the school had been my
biggest concern. The laptop wasn't the newest and hottest version, but it was
something I could bring to the school and I'd be one of the few students my age
that would have one.

I had finally come down from my rush of pure joy and happiness, so my parents
let go of me. I immediately asked for permission to take it to my room and
start setting it up. My dad smiled and said I should go ahead.

As you may remember, I said it was Linux I had installed on the laptop. The
reason for that was simple: my old computer was given to me with Linux
installed, so I had learned it as my first operating system. I didn't really
know how to install it, but I sat down and patiently tried to install it
following the installation guide and guides I found on the Internet.

And finally after several hours, and more than one time where my mom had stood
in the doorway to my room looking worriedly at me, I got it installed. The last
time my mom had checked on me, my dad had come up and hugged her, telling her
not to worry, that I was just happy playing with my new toy. I didn't come down
for lunch that day. After all, I had eaten a lot at the Christmas dinner.

But when it came closer to supper time, I could no longer ignore the now
constant rumbling from my belly. My dad was setting the table as my mom was
busy in the kitchen. I helped him set the table and then went and asked if I
could help with something in the kitchen. My mom laughed and sent me off. She
said something about me being more trouble than help in a kitchen.

A little while after we were seated at the table and my dad said they had
gotten the laptop for me to use for my school work. He said that he was aware a
computer could be used for a lot of other things but primarily I should think
of it as a tool to improve my grades. Then he said that he was aware I didn't
much like it at the school, but that it was for my own good.

They didn't have a lot of money, but they wanted to make sure my schooling was
of the best they could afford and so they had decided to send me to Maxton
which had a very good reputation throughout the country. He hoped I would
someday understand their reasons. I told him I didn't like being away from them
but that I'd try and make them proud of me. That was it.

After New Years Eve I was once again on the train heading to the town where
Maxton was located. This time, I had my laptop on the table in front of me
making the time pass by so much faster. I had spent a long time with it
already, getting to know more of the programs and even wrote a small program.
Well, I guess I just typed it in from a book, but I had then tinkered with it a
little, trying to understand what the different commands did.


9. Saturday lunch time.

George looked at me when I had finished my long tale.

"So, that's why you've been an idiot all this time."

I glared at him.

Troy didn't just glare; he jumped on top of him.

"Ugh, get off!" George protested.

The two boys were of equal size but Troy had probably 5 to 10 pounds more
weight on him so he had the upper hand. Without any problems he had George in a
stranglehold.

"Don't choke him," I asked of Troy, "I'm sure he didn't mean it like that."

Troy looked at me like he couldn't believe what I was saying, but then he let
go.

George coughed a little, I'm sure he only did it for effect as Troy's hold on
him hadn't been that tight.

"We better get ready for lunch," Troy said after checking the time.

After lunch, we ended up in the gymnasium. We played badminton with me on one
side of the net and Troy and George on the other side. We weren't really good
at it but at least it was fun. Especially when Troy and George decided to go
for the shuttlecock at the same time ending up clashing the rackets and the
shuttlecock dropped between them onto the floor.

About an hour in to the game I called it quits and went to my room. I put on
the radio and flopped down on the bed and took a book and started reading. 15
minutes later I was asleep.

I woke up a little groggy and noticed I was alone in the room. Looking at the
watch I saw it was 5:30PM, only half an hour before supper. I quickly got up
and got a pair of trousers, shirt and blazer from my closet. I shucked the
clothes I was wearing and put on the clothes I had laid out. Then I looked at
myself in the mirror. My hair was ruffled and stood out in all directions.

I left for the bathroom and with the aid of water and a comb I managed to sort
out my hair. At least now it didn't look like I had just gotten out of bed.
Then I went searching for Troy. I found him in the dorm lounge, engaged in a
card game with Troy and some other kids. He looked up as I entered and he saw
me in the uniform. Then he remembered and quickly excused himself. I followed
him to our room.

"You need any help with the tie?" I asked him.

"Screw the tie; I don't think I have a blazer yet."

"I have a spare if you don't have one."

He opened his closet and I looked over his shoulder at what clothes he had. And
yes, he indeed did have a blazer. It was still hanging from the rail in a
plastic cover, fresh from the store it looked. I told him to get out of his
clothes and I'd find the necessary parts for him. He was ready to go in less
than 2 minutes, except for the tie, which he still hadn't learned how to do
himself.

I put it on myself, then pulled it over my head and handed it to him.

"You know, we really need to teach you how to do this yourself."

"Yeah, I know. Maybe you can teach me tomorrow eh?"

"Sure. Grab your coat and let's go," I urged.

After the supper we went to the main entrance of the school and waited. A few
other boys, mostly seniors were going on the trip too. I didn't really know
them and they mostly ignored us, standing a little ways from us.

"This is going to be so cool," Troy stated while he went down and adjusted one
of his shoelaces.

"Yeah, I don't care what the show is going to be like, just getting out of this
place will be great."

And then a mini-bus, with the school crest on the sides, came up to the
entrance. It was a VW van with seats for 7 passengers. The seniors went to the
side door and got in, while we opted for the front seats. Troy got in first and
I followed, shut the door and we were off!

Mr Burby carefully turned the van and then set off for the road outside the
school. It felt so good driving through the gate and seeing the school in the
mirror on the side of the van.

"Ok, lads, listen up," that was Mr Burby speaking, "when we get to the city I
want you all to be on your best behaviour. That also means you, Jones."

"But, Sir, I'm always behaving," one of the seniors objected.

The other two laughed and pushed him playfully.

"I also want you to stay together, we move as a group."

"Aw, Sir, do we have to stay with the babies?"

They were only 4 years older than me, but I guess in their eyes we were nothing
but babies. I wasn't pleased with having to stay together either; I wanted to
be alone in the city with Troy. But, that was not to be. I wasn't about to do
something on the trip that would prevent me from going on another trip at a
later time.

The seniors chatted loudly with each other while Troy and I kept our silence.

"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" Mr Burby asked us, and when none of us
objected he turned it on and tuned into a station with music from the 60s. He
immediately started tapping the beat with his fingers on the steering wheel.
Troy looked at me with an amused look on his face. I grinned back at him and
whispered to him that Mr Burby was a cool teacher. Even with his choice of
music.

We drove through a number of smaller towns until we saw the sign marking the
city limits of the city we were headed for. It wasn't a very large city, I
reckon about 50,000 inhabitants, but it beat the town where Maxton was located
by probably 45,000 people. Traffic picked up a little as we got closer to the
centre of the city and finally Mr Burby asked us to look for an open parking
bay.

"There's one on the other side of the street, right there," Troy pointed at it,
but as soon as he did, another car pulled into it.

"Darn."

"Don't worry, Mr Wilson, there's always another parking bay."

And there was. Not too far from the theatre either. As he pulled into the bay,
Mr Burby warned us to look for cyclists before opening the doors. As all was
clear I opened the door, hopped out and crossed the cycle path to the pavement
(that's the sidewalk for you Americans). Troy slammed the door and stood next
to me as we waited for Mr Burby to lock the doors. The seniors came up behind
us.

Mr Burby pointed out the theatre and we walked towards it with him bringing up
the rear. As we came up to the entrance, he told us to go wait in one of the
corners while he got the tickets for us.

"Mr Burby, would it be alright to buy some sweets while you get the tickets?" I
asked him.

"Uh, well, yes, but don't spend all your money and make sure to go and wait in
the corner right after you've bought what you want."

As it turned out, all of us boys made it for the kiosk. I bought a small bag of
sweets as that was all I could afford. When we had all gotten what we wanted
(or could afford to buy) we went to the corner. I looked around at the crowd of
people waiting to enter the theatre hall, not particularly interested in
anyone, but noticed it was mostly older people. You know, my parents age or so.

The musical itself, as that is what it was, wasn't very spectacular. It didn't
matter though, it was just for turning off the mind, holding hands with Troy
and not thinking of the school. Mr Burby sat next to me and on the other side
of him were the seniors. Still we had put our coats over our laps and they hid
our hands holding onto each other underneath. The sweets were all gone before
one hour into the show.

After the show we piled into the van, and headed towards the school again. The
seniors were noisily chatting, Troy and Mr Burby were engaged in a conversation
about the show and I was just tired. Some time during the trip I fell asleep
and didn't wake until Troy poked me in the side. I looked out the window and
saw the entrance to the school. Sighing, I opened the door and got out.

The school was dark except for the top floor of the dorm building. It was
nearly midnight so most of the students were already asleep, and Mr Burby
rushed us inside after unlocking the entrance door. He told us to go get ready
for bed and he'd check in with us in about 15 minutes to make sure we were in
bed. As we students went for the staircase he drove the van back to wherever he
found it in the first place.

Troy and I headed for the bathroom where we first peed and then brushed our
teeth followed by washing our hands and face, and we were ready for bed. Inside
our room we got out of our blazers which were put in the closets so they didn't
get more wrinkled than they had gotten on the trip. Just as I was removing my
trousers there was a short rap on the door. Right after, I heard a key turn and
the door opened.

"Ah, both of you are here and almost ready for bed. Good lads. Sweet dreams to
both of you," Mr Burby said, left the room and closed the door behind him and
then locked it.

I got into my pyjamas and nearly crashed on my bed. I hugged my pillow and
asked Troy to shut off the light when he was done. I was very tired. And a bit
thirsty, but too tired to get up and get a glass of water. I was asleep before
Troy turned off the lights. A few hours later I awoke with two immediate
concerns. My mouth was dry as the Sahara and my bladder felt like it would
burst any second.

I got out of bed, and without putting on shoes or robe I made a bee line for
the toilet. Barely making it in time I whipped out my penis and let go. My pee
was dark and had a certain smell to it. Like acid or something. I didn't think
too much of it at the time. As I finished peeing I went to the sink and gulped
down a glass of water. That was great, but not enough, only after another two
glasses did my thirst quench.

I went back to bed and slept until morning. Then, it was the same deal, bladder
full, mouth dry. I later asked Troy if he had ever felt this way. He thought
for a second or two then said he hadn't. I left it at that for the time being.
But as time went by, the problem only got worse. The rest of the weekend was
fairly eventless. I didn't feel up to any sex play, just wanted to sleep and
while Troy couldn't really understand it, he let me be.

When Monday morning arrived we went to the dining hall, I had to drag myself
out of bed. I had a head ache, and now I was constantly thirsty. Instead of
eating my oatmeal I had quickly drunk the milk and now I just sat and looked at
the bowl in front of me. Mr Tucker sensed something was out of the ordinary and
asked if I was alright. The other boys at the table fell silent as I looked
meekly at him.

"I don't feel too well," I said quietly.

Mr Tucker got out of his seat and went to me. He pushed my seat to the side a
little ways and kneeled down in front of me. He put his hand on my forehead and
looked concerned at me.

"Do you have a fever? You look a little flushed to me."

"What is wrong?"

I looked up and saw the headmaster standing behind Mr Tucker.

Mr Tucker stood up and turned to the headmaster.

"I think Mr Fields is sick. He didn't touch his breakfast, only did away with
two glasses of milk."

"Right, Mr Fields, you're off to see the nurse. If this is another of your
tricks, you will be sorry," With that, he turned and went back to his table.

I tried to stand up, but wasn't very successful at it. And now most of the eyes
in the hall were on me and Mr Tucker. He helped me to my feet and supported me
as we left the dining hall.

Before we reached the door, Troy came running and opened it for us, then he
went in front of us and opened the doors until we reached the little office
where the school's nurse resided. I hadn't seen her more than a few times. Only
for the yearly check ups and the initial check up the first time I came to the
school. She looked up from some papers on her desk as the door was quickly
opened and we entered.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked Mr Tucker.

He quickly explained what had happened and she told him to help me sit in a
chair. She found a thermometer, one of the kinds that you force into the ear
and it'll read the temperature from there. Much faster than in your mouth or
the other end. Only problem is that you have to hold onto the ear and literally
squeeze it into the ear. Which she tried to do, but I would have none of that.

Mr Tucker quickly asked if she needed him for anything else, and if not he
would take Troy back to the dining hall with him. When he said that Troy tried
to object but was quickly shushed and was told the nurse knew what to do. The
nurse smiled at Troy and told him not to worry. And she sent both of them on
their way. As the door closed behind them she turned to face me again.

"Right, let's start anew shall we? What's a handsome young man like you
called?"

"Edward."

"Alright Edward, I really must take your temperature. I know it isn't very
pleasant but it's better than have it taken rectally, don't you agree?"

I sighed and she smiled at me.

"I promise I'll be quick about it."

She tried to do it quickly, but I still didn't like it. My head was aching, I
was thirsty and I was tired.

"Your temperature isn't so high, 37.6 (99.7F). Do you hurt anywhere?"

I told her about my head ache and my being thirsty and having to pee all the
time. She went to a cupboard and took a pill bottle from it, then filled a big
glass with water. She handed me two pills from the bottle and told me to
swallow them and drink the glass of water. Then she went to sit behind her desk
where she picked up the telephone. As she was punching in a number, she told me
she was calling a doctor to get his opinion.

I heard her introduce herself and that she had a case with a boy aged 10, at
that I quickly told her I in fact was 12 years old. She put a hand over the
receiver, apologised and told whomever on the other end of the phone I was 12.
Then she used a lot of medical expressions I didn't quite understand. Then she
listened and made small approving sounds a whole lot. Finally she ended the
conversation with a "Thank you doctor".

She looked at me with a little concern in her eyes. Then she asked if I was
feeling any better. And, I was. My headache hadn't gone away, but just the fact
that she was now working on getting me better, made me feel a lot better. I
told her I had to use the toilet and she got up from her chair and pointed to
another door in the office.

"It's in there. But I need you to pee in a little cup for me."

With that she went for another cupboard and brought me a tiny glass with a
screw cap on it. She removed the cap and showed me how to put it back on so it
was sealed tight. Then she told me to make sure to wash it after I had put the
cap back on. I blushed fiercely as she said that and took the glass and went
into the small bathroom. Once inside I took a closer look at the glass.

It was very small and could probably hold about 25cl fluid. I put the cap on
the sink and fished out my tool. Pulling back the foreskin I pointed my head at
the opening of the glass, it nearly fit into it. Relaxing my bladder I saw the
glass fill at an alarming rate. I had to squeeze my dick to stop the flow of my
pee so it wouldn't overflow.

Quickly placing the glass next to the cap on the sink I let go and finished
peeing into the toilet. I flushed and the noise from the toilet bothered my
aching head. I put the cap on the glass and dutifully washed it under the
running water from the faucet. Then I washed my hands and went back into the
office, where the nurse once again was on the phone. She pointed at the chair
and I sat down.

She looked at me for a while after she had put down the receiver.

"So, did everything go ok in there?" She asked me.

I nodded and reluctantly handed her the glass, now mostly full of my pee.

"Right, I've talked to the doctor and to the physician at the casualty
department at the hospital. And we're not quite sure just what is wrong with
you, though we have an idea. I need to take a small blood sample from you."

I quickly looked at the door trying to figure out if I could make it out of
there before the nurse could catch me. She must have had a feeling of what I
was thinking as she said it would hardly hurt at all.

I was still valuating my options when she stood up and reached into a drawer in
her desk. She came to me and I knew all options of escape were now gone.

"Right, this is not like a normal blood sample, I just need one drop of blood,
which I will draw from the lobe of your ear. Just tilt your head to the side a
little."

I did as she asked and she took a firm grip of my poor ear lobe. She put a
little pressure on it and rubbed it between her thumb and index finger.

"Now, you'll feel a little prick."

And she punctured my ear! Well, I exaggerate a bit, I could however feel the
prick and it was more than a little prick. She reached for a small device on
the table and put it close to my ear. After a second or so I heard a loud beep
and she put the device back on the table before she wiped my ear and put a
small bandage on it.

"What this device will tell me, is if the glucose level in your blood is what
it is supposed to be. If it is too high, it can make people feel the way you do
now. We will know in a short while."

She patted my knee and sat on the edge of the table. 30 seconds later the
device let out a longer beep and she picked it up and looked at it.

"Oh my." She exclaimed then looked at me. Realising her outburst had frightened
me, she quickly continued.

"Well, your glucose level is a little higher than usual. But, at least now I
know what is wrong with you. And you don't need to worry it is something that
we can help. So you'll soon feel a lot better."

I looked up at her.

"I don't understand. What does the glucose do and why is there too much of it
in me?"

"Edward, as much as I'd like to explain everything to you, now is not the time.
You need to go the hospital and there they have experts in this condition who
can explain everything a lot better than I can."

Now I was really frightened. Hospital? I had never been to a hospital before.
She picked up the phone and called the hospital and spoke to the physician she
had talked to just then. She told him my glucose level was 27.6 what ever that
meant. And then she said she knew and that she'd have someone drive me to the
hospital right there and then. She fell silent for a while then said she didn't
believe an ambulance would be necessary.

Ambulance? What the heck was wrong with me? Where were my parents? Or Mr Burby?
Someone who cared at least.

She got off the phone and looked at me.

"Oh Edward, this is confusing I know, but you don't have to cry."

She got down on her knees in front of me and pulled my head into her breasts
and gently rocked me while telling me not to worry and everything would be
fine. After some time, I don't know exactly how long, I calmed down a little.
She moved my head away from me and held me by the shoulders, looking into my
eyes. I saw two wet spots on her breast where my tears had moistened her
blouse.

I had stopped sobbing but tears were still slowly running down my cheeks onto
my jumper.

"Edward?"

I nodded slowly.

"We need to have someone take you to the hospital. Is there someone you'd
prefer take you? Normally it's the dorm master that takes their students but if
you'd rather someone else..." she trailed off and waited for my response.

"Mr Burby," I blurted out.

"I'll see what I can do, sweetie."

Again she got on the phone. She asked for Mr Burby to come to her office as
soon as possible. Then said he was to take me to the hospital.

Only a few minutes later Mr Burby entered the nurse's office. He was breathing
heavily as he stood there looking at me. Then his face lit up.

"I thought I was supposed to take you to the hospital, lad. But you look
alright to me? What is wrong?"

The nurse quickly explained and I could see his face change from relief to
sadness. My tears had dried out but now the wells opened up again.

Mr Burby saw and he quickly picked me out of the chair and left the office
carrying me like I weighed nothing more than a baby. He quickly carried me
through the main building and outside he walked to his private car which he
unlocked before he put me into the passenger seat. He made sure I had the seat
belt on before he ran to the other door and got in behind the wheel. And off we
were for the hospital.

I don't think I've ever been in a car driving so fast before. In any other
circumstances I would have been enjoying the ride, but I was deep in thought. I
was looking out the windshield, but saw nothing. Mr Burby was a good driver and
he overtook the few other cars out on the streets on the way to the hospital. A
good 20 miles later he pulled into the parking lot reserved for the casualties.

We went into the casualty department where he went to the registration and told
the nurse on the other side of the window who he was and why he was there. She
told him to take a seat and a nurse would be with us soon. There were quite a
few people waiting already, but we found a couch where we could sit next to
each other. 10 minutes passed while we waited, Mr Burby held my hand gently
stroking his thumb on the outside of my hand.

A nurse came into the room and said my name. Mr Burby stood and helped me up
then we walked to the nurse still holding hands. She asked us to follow her.
She led us into an examination room where she asked me to take off my jumper,
tie and shirt. Mr Burby helped me with that and I was told to lie in the single
bed in there. I sat on the bed while Mr Burby took off my shoes then swung my
feet up on the cool bed.

The nurse told me she had to start an IV and that she'd have to stick a needle
into my hand for that. I was petrified from that thought. I'd never liked
needles and the one she took out was huge. Thank God for Mr Burby. He told me
to look at him, hold his hand and just squeeze it as tight as I wanted but to
relax my other arm. The nurse put on a small belt on my upper arm and tightened
it so much it smarted.

I started squeezing Mr Burby's hand and he nodded to the nurse. She gently
slapped my hand and then took a firm grip on my wrist.

"Edward, I'm afraid this will hurt. But whatever you do, don't try to pull your
arm away. I'll do this as fast as I can and it will be over before you know
it."

I bit my teeth and with a pained expression on my face I nodded. As I felt the
needle make its way through my skin I let go of all dignity and tears streamed
down my nose and cheeks. I held on to Mr Burby as if my life depended on it.
And then the nurse put the plastic tube from the IV onto the needle, taped the
needle to my skin and told me what a big boy I had been.

Almost immediately I felt the cold liquid making its way into my vein and
gradually spread so my arm got colder. The nurse adjusted the IV so it was set
to maximum flow and the salt water dilution would enter as fast as possible.

"Now, once this IV is empty we'll come and do a thorough examination of you.
You should also try to drink as much water as you possible can. There's a
bathroom through that door over there," she pointed at a door.

"If you need anything, anything at all, just pull this string once. Don't yank
it too hard or it'll break. Try it once now."

I reached for the string with my right hand, but it was the hand where the IV
was so it didn't work out very well. I let go of Mr Burby's hand and used my
left hand to pull the string. Immediately a light turned on above the door to
the corridor outside.

"If you pull it by mistake, just pull it again and the light will go out," and
she demonstrated this by pulling the string one more time. As she had said, the
light did turn off.

She put her hand on my cheek and then left the room with the pee sample that Mr
Burby had gotten from the nurse at the school.

"Mr Burby..." I said in a low voice.

"Yes Ed?"

"Do you think they'll find out what is wrong with me?"

"I think they already know, but want to take some more tests before they will
start the treatment."

"Do you know what they think it is?"

"Didn't the nurse tell you that already?"

"No, only that something was wrong with my glucose."

"That's right. They think you may have diabetes my friend."

"Diabetes?"

"Yes. Now if it had been 100 years ago it might have been a big problem, but
today they have come up with a lot of things, so even if you have diabetes you
can do pretty much everything you used to."

"But not everything I used to?"

"No, I'm afraid not, but we should rather wait and hear what the doctors say."

"Did anyone call my parents?"

"I think the school nurse did so when we left. But you don't need to worry I'll
stay with you until you're taken to a ward."

"And then?"

"Then you will have a lot of pretty nurses looking after you," he smirked at
me, "and I'll come visit you tonight during visiting hours."

"Oh."

I wasn't sure about the pretty nurses. That sounded kind of yucky to me, but
that he would be back at visiting hours was nice.

"I'll even see if Troy will come, if you want him to."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

With that said, we waited in silence. Nothing was needed to be said. And I fell
asleep. When I woke, another person was talking to Mr Burby. She was going to
run some blood samples on me. She also said that they had analysed the urine
sample and was definitely certain that it was diabetes I was suffering from.

As soon as she had performed her painful task, she withdrew and the nurse from
before came in and checked on my IV. Seeing it was mostly empty by now, she
informed me an orderly would come and take me to the ward. Then she unplugged
the IV and put a cap on the needle which she left in my hand. She left the room
and I went to relieve myself. I got back into the bed and the orderly entered
the room.

Mr Burby took my jumper, tie and shirt and followed the orderly as he pushed my
bed through some long corridors until we reached a lift. In there he pushed the
button for the third floor and we were soon at the children's ward. I was still
rather uncertain of what was to happen, but I was more at ease than when we
rushed to the hospital. I figured nothing they could do would be worse than the
IV needle still in my hand.

Was I ever wrong!


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Author's comments:

I hadn't really planned to have Edward suffer from diabetes, but as I have
first hand experience on this disorder I thought, why not. A lot of the things
that Edward has done in the story I've done myself. I used to live on a
boarding school, but only from age 14 to 16.

I wasn't diagnosed with diabetes until I was 19, so some of the routines at the
hospital may be different from what a boy aged 12 would experience. Just think
of it as the liberties an author have while writing fiction :-).


I'd like to thank those who encouraged me to continue, I do hope the story is
still to your liking!

If you have any comments, please send me a mail at frank_ryan@hushmail.com.

Thanks for reading! More will surely follow.

Until next time
Frank Ryan.