Kurt

 

Life in The Village, through the eyes of a student at the remote school.
(This is a parallel story to "Schoolie", but through different eyes.)
This chapter aligns, partially, with Chapter 40 of "Schoolie".

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)

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

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

 

 

From Chapter 21:

I move my body right onto his lap, so that I am more comfortable, and with my back against his body. He keeps on playing with me. "Ooh, yes," I say. "That feels really good, Mr Grant!"

I know that he's enjoying this, because I can feel the hardness in his pants, under my backside. I decide to be really brave and feel it. I put my hand under myself and take hold of his big penis. It's as hard as mine.

Suddenly he says, "Kurt, we can't do this." Then he adds, as if giving me a reason why not, "Somebody might come and see us."

"No, they won't!" I whisper, smiling up at his face. "Karl and William said that they wouldn't."

 

 

Chapter 22 – Birthday Wish Comes True

"What?" Mr Grant says in a louder voice. "Did William put you up to this to embarrass me? Did the three of you plan this together?"

I look up at his suddenly-angry face and I am instantly gripped by fear. I've done something really bad and now I've made Mr Grant mad. What's he gonna do? Hit me? Or drag me across to Dad and tell him how horrible I am? Dad'll kill me!

I quickly take my hand away from his pants and he totally lets go of me too. Both of his hands.

I get away from him.

I turn and face him. Junior has gone from hard to soft faster than if I'd stepped into a freezing cold shower. I cover my naked, drooping willie with both hands

I feel worse than when I first grabbed him in the weir. That was an accident. What I've just done was all deliberate. "I'm sorry, Mr Grant," I manage to say. My face and mouth muscles and quivering chin are making it difficult to speak. But I manage to squeak out. "I'm sorry," My eyes are full of tears. "I just... I just... I... We... I..."

I want to pull up my shorts and run. But I dare not take my eyes off him. He's looking at me very strangely. Not angrily, but I can't move.

Finally, he moves. He leans forward and raises both hands. He's gonna thump me! I put up both of my arms to protect my face.

I close my eyes in fear and the whole of my body tenses, preparing for the pain. I don't ever remember being so scared.

Suddenly I feel his two arms around me. They pull me close to him and hug me. "Oh, Kurt," he says, sounding upset. "I am so sorry. That came out all wrong! I didn't mean to frighten you like that. You just surprised me, that's all."

I'm not sure what to do. I try to breathe normally and then slowly relax. I can't speak.

I'm standing between Mr Grant's legs. He hugs me tightly to his chest and I shuffle my feet right up to him to keep my balance. I feel him lean his body against mine and he starts to rub my bare back with one hand, under my shirt. He moves it down to my backside and rubs my exposed glutes, both of them with just one hand. They tighten. With one hand down there, under my backside and the other around my shoulders, he just holds me against him.

There is a very awkward silence and he is the one to break it. "You are a very handsome young man, you know," he tells me quietly. "And I like the feel of your body." He pats my backside firmly, and I giggle like I do whenever he swats me on the tail when I leave the classroom.

Mr Grant takes a couple of tissues from the box on his table. I think that he's going to give them to me, but he wipes my eyes himself. Like something that Mum would have done.

I'm still standing naked from the waist down. My hands are back to covering Junior and his two round friends. Mr Grant reaches down, taps my hands and says, "Kurt, how would you like us to start the last ten minutes all over again?"

I have no idea what he has in mind, but if I could live the last ten minutes over again, there is definitely something that I wouldn't say which seemed to make him angry. I nod, "Uh-huh," and slowly remove my hands so that Mr Grant can see all of me again.

He leaves his hand on my `nice glutes', as Ron referred to them, and uses his other one to gently play with my balls. Junior moves, slowly but surely, untouched. When Mr Grant moves his hand to fully enclose it, Junior hurries up to its fully-extended state.

I let Mr Grant manoeuvre me gently back onto his thigh, but still against his body, with my legs between his. He puts one hand against my head and urges it towards his chest. I melt against him and he leaves his hand on the side of my face. Just like my Mum would do when comforting me after I'd had a nightmare.

"Are you OK now?" he asks me, hugging me with his other hand.

I speak, "Uh-huh."

Having been given the time over, I lower my hand onto his pants. He's really hard. I hold it and say, "I like the feel of your body too, Mr Grant. It's just like William's."

Nothing much is said for a while, we just relax and, even without words, agree to play with each other.

Then Mr Grant says, "Kurt, may I ask you something?"

What could he possibly want to ask me? I just reply, "Uh-huh."

"You've been hoping to do something like this with me for a long time, haven't you?" he says.

My simple but quiet confession is, "Yes."

He continues, "Can you tell me why, Kurt? I'm a lot older that you are so I don't really understand. Why me?"

I'm not even sure myself, really, so I ask him what's still going through my mind, "Are you angry with me, Mr Grant?"

"Goodness, no, Kurt," he answers. "Why would you even think that?" And he does what lots of people like doing to me; he musses up my hair.

"Well," I say to him, honestly, "you're always trying to avoid me or to get away from me when I stand next to you. Don't you like me, Mr Grant?"

"Me avoiding you has nothing to do with the fact that I like you, Kurt," he replies.

"I don't get it!" I say. "You say that you like me but you don't want to be near me?" Then, after taking a moment to consider my next words carefully, I whisper, "Do you, truly like me, Mr Grant?"

I really need to know!

"Of course I like you, Kurt," he says to me and he hugs me tightly towards his body with one arm "But, I think that I like you much more than I should, because I'm your teacher and you're only thirteen years old. That's why I don't want any of the other children to notice it. I wouldn't want them to make some comment to their parents about me and you."

"Yeah, well, Karl and I wouldn't ever say anything to Dad! I promise." I say quite firmly.

"Thank you," he replies. "But there are others like Jake and Jane and even cheeky young David, all of whom don't seem to miss much!"

"I suppose!" I reply. I think that I can see the problem now that I hadn't realised before. It's not really about me, it's the other kids!

"So, why do you like me so much?" Mr Grant asks me again, and he gives Junior a squeeze as he says it. Really friendly-like. Junior jerks.

"I just do!" I say.

"Come on. I'm sure that there's a little more to it than that... isn't there?" He squeezes Junior again. It jerks again and I can't help but giggle at what he's doing and what Junior's doing.

"Hmm! I think that there must be some reason. So, why don't you just tell me?" he asks.

"You'll laugh at me," I reply, squeezing his cock. Hey! If he can do it, then so can I!

"No, I won't laugh," he tells me, squeezing Junior again.

"You will so," I say, squeezing him back.

He squeezes. "Will not."

I squeeze. "Will too!"

I love that we are being playful with each other and I begin to giggle with each squeeze. Almost chuckling.

"OK," I finally say, "but you've got to absolutely promise that you won't laugh!" I squeeze him hard, and hold on.

He does the same to me. Hard squeeze. Holding on. "I promise."

"Well," I begin. "You know that Karl is William's favourite, don't you?"

"Sorry?" he says, as though he didn't hear what I said. "What do you mean?"

"Out of my brother and me," I say it quite clearly, "William has a favourite, and it's definitely Karl."

I'm tempted to tell Mr Grant to close his mouth or he'll catch flies, as Pa used to say to us. No words come out so I continue, "He's always been William's favourite. Whenever we do anything, like wrestling, William takes his side and they both gang up on me. And, even when we are playing cards, they both seem to be against me. When we pick teams here at school, William and Karl always pick each other first, before me. If my brother and I are doing different things, William always goes to see him first, or help him first. Sometimes when William comes to our place and we `muck around', the two of them just disappear and hide from me. William never does that with me. Ever."

Oh, no! Should I have told him, just now, that William actually mucks around with us? Then I remember that he's already seen us doing it in the weir, the day that I mistakenly grabbed him. And he told us all to have fun.

"Are you sure, Kurt?" he asks me, with a concerned expression in his voice and on his face. "I've never heard William mention Karl by himself. He always says `Karl and Kurt' together."

"See!" I reply, raising my voice. "He even says my brother's name first!"

"I think that might be just an alphabetical thing, Kurt," He tells me. "Besides, you and Karl always seem so happy together, from what I've observed!"

"We are happy, Mr Grant, "I reply. "Very happy. But when William comes along, my brother changes, like he wishes that I wasn't there."

I can see the wheels turning in Mr Grant's head, but then he focuses back on me. "But why do you like me, Kurt?" he asks again, smiling.

"Hey! You promised that you wouldn't laugh!" I remind him, using that as an excuse to squeeze him again.

"Hey, yourself! I'm not laughing at you," he tells me.

Our game of feeling and squeezing each other resumes.

"OK," I start, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly. "Last year, when my Dad asked us both what we wanted for Christmas, I couldn't think of anything really to tell him, but I did make a secret Christmas wish..."

I stop.

"Yes?" he says, obviously wanting me to keep going.

"I wished that there could be another `Little Willie', just for me: somebody who would pick me first, somebody who would take my side, somebody to play with me, somebody just like William, only better."

Again, he encourages me to continue. With a squeeze as well.

"Then a month later," I say, "we kids were all playing in the weir when Jane called out to us that the new Schoolie was here and we all rushed over to see. I couldn't believe it when I saw you! You were a copy of William - only better! And when Jane told you all of our names and we went to the weir, you kept watching me instead of my brother, even before I got to know you. I knew that God or Saint Nicholas had granted my wish. He sent you here for me!"

Mr Grant smiles an amazing smile. A funny smile. Almost an unbelieving smile. A cheesy, thinking smile.

I take another opportunity. "Hey!" I say. "You promised!" And I give him a really hard squeeze. His cock jerks.

"I'm not laughing!" He says, squeezing me back, making me laugh. He asks, "Anything else?"

"Yes!" I tell him. "I also made a birthday wish, you know, when I blew out the candles on my cake that day. I don't know who grants those ones! But, I'm sure that me mistaking your legs for William's behind the waterfall over at the weir wasn't just a coincidence. And you weren't angry with me, or anything! And when the four of us played together, you were happy to be my horse versus William and Karl, and you even let me feel your willie and you played with mine. My second wish was answered. Karl has William, and I have you.

Then he asks me, "Does Karl know of your Christmas wish and your birthday wish?"

"Oh, no!" I say to him, surprised that he doesn't know. "Wishes won't come true if you tell them to other people!"

"And, do Karl and William actually know why you came over here, or what you hoped to do with me?" he smirks, switching from squeezing Junior to playing with my balls.

"Don't be silly, Mr Grant. I wouldn't tell them that! I just said that it would be good to talk to you and to see if you needed any help, without Karl butting in, or finishing my sentences, like he always does."

That's not exactly how it happened, but I don't want Mr Grant to know that me coming over here was something that they actually thought up. That would be totally embarrassing and too hard to explain. I say, "When I mentioned it, my Dad thought that it was a good idea too, to come and be helpful. So, William and Karl said that they wouldn't come over here with me, but would stay and help my Dad. Oh, and Dad said that I should invite you back for a cup of tea when I hear him give three toots on the horn of his ute."

"Are you going to say anything to Karl, about any of this?" Mr Grant asks me.

"No way!" I tell him. "He's already got William so I'm not sharing you with him! I'm telling him nothing! William can have Karl and you can have me!" Then I add, "I won't tell Karl, so do you promise that you won't say anything to William either?"

"Deal!" he replies. Instead of signing in blood, like pirates, we just squeeze and hold each other's hard cock. It's almost like another staring competition. Who's going to let go first?

He does.

Now that we know that the other one is not going to say anything, there is something that I really want to do. So, I swallow and summon the courage to say to him, seriously, "I've never seen yours, close up, Mr Grant." I run my fingers up and down his erection. "Is it really like William's, up close?"

"Yes, just like William's!" he tells me, but I'm surprised when he says, "But I think that his is a bit bigger than mine."

That makes me giggle, "That doesn't matter, Mr Grant. He is heaps bigger than Karl and me. He's just like my Dad, but I think that my Dad's is thicker than William's. I've only seen my Dad's hard a couple of times. Once when he got up in the morning, naked, and once, accidentally, when I went to wash my hands while he was in the shower."

I look down and watch him playing with Junior, then I purposely look at the bulge in his pants. I look up at his face. Does he get it, or will he make me say the words?

"OK. You can have a look at it if you like," he says. That makes Junior jump!

When he makes no move to take his pants down, I slowly reach for his zipper. I look at his eyes to make sure that he's really OK with me doing this. Then back at his pants. Then his face.

He's smiling. He wraps his fingers around Junior and starts to rub it up and down more deliberately.

"Ooh!" I let out. "That feels so good. William is really good at doing that but sometimes he goes really fast."

Mr Grant takes my hint, but first puts some spittle on his hand and then rubs Junior up and down with his whole fist, slowly at first and then he gets faster. "Ooh, Yeah!" I moan again, and remember how Ron played with me. Except he used baby oil. He didn't tell me about spit!

"You like it that way?" he asks me.

"Oh, yes," I tell him. "William is good and he can make me shoot way faster than Karl does. That feels terrific, Mr Grant."

While he is doing that, I concentrate on his zipper and pull it down slowly. I push my fingers inside and find his cock, which jumps at my touch, more than once. It feels amazing, even through his underpants. Will he let me do more? I look at him and he nods. He knows what I want to do, and he's OK with it.

I use both hands to undo first the button and then the clip at the top of the zipper. The two sides of his pants seem to jump apart. I fold each one of them down and I can see the big bulge in his undies now. It looks like there is a wet spot where the end of his penis is. Getting ready for wanking, as Ron told me.

The waistband of his undies is slightly lifted away from his body because of his erection. I slip my thumb under it and look at his face again. He nods, giving me permission to go on. I slide my hand down his stomach and inside and feel his hair and the soft skin on his hard erection. I put my hand around it and Mr Grant shudders.

He likes this!

I start to rub him like he's doing to me. Except that I don't need saliva. LOL. He has a lot of precum, just like Ron.

I giggle, "I know what this stuff is," I tell him. "William makes lots of it when we're playing together."

I spread his precum all up and down his cock and continue to carefully masturbate him off. I'm excited and I feel my own release of precum happen. Mr Grant feels it too and grins at me.

"Hey! Didn't you just want to see it?" he says to me.

I know that he's joking! Especially since he raises his hips so that I can take his pants and undies down. I grip them and pull them down to near his knees. He sits back down. I stare at his balls and cock. When he starts rubbing Junior again, I do the same to him.

I never thought, when I woke up this morning, that Mr Grant and I would be here together, jacking each other off! The thought of it causes tingly things to start in my balls. I can't speak. My body freezes. I lean back and gasp. Do I tell him what's going to happen? He must know because he quickly reaches for the tissues.

Too late!

One long blob squirts up and lands on the floor. Mr Grant manages to catch the others with the tissues. My hips jerk and I moan, "Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh," in sync with the ejaculations. I relax onto Mr Grant's body. There is one final shudder as he `milks the cow', one last time.

Mr Grant leaves the tissues around my cock, wraps both of his arms around me, and holds my fully-spent body tightly against his own.

He begins to rock me gently, like a mother would her baby.

After a short while I am able to speak again. "Oh, Mr Grant, thank you," I tell him. "That was the best ever. When I felt yours, I couldn't help it. It just... sort of, happened really quickly. I'll bet that Karl has never shot that fast!"

He asks me, "Kurt, do you think it's good to do it really fast?"

I reply, "Oh, yes, Mr Grant." Then, thinking about his question, I ask, "Why? Isn't it?"

He tells me, "If you enjoy it like that, Kurt, then `yes'." Then he asks another question, "When you and Karl play with William and he makes you both `shoot your stuff' like that, who goes first?"

How did he know that William jerks us off? Did I tell him that? Or did William say something? He wasn't supposed to!

Anyway, he knows! So, I answer him, "William always does me first because I shoot really quickly, and he has to spend a lot more time on Karl to get him to do it."

He's thinking, but not speaking. Hmm.

I'd better ask him now, before he tells me again that we shouldn't be doing this!

"Would you like me to do it to you, Mr Grant?" I put to him as calmly as I can. "William says that I'm really good at doing it to him."

"Would you like to do it, Kurt?" he asks. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh, but I do," I reply quickly. It's only fair. You made me happy so I should make you happy too."

He lets me do it.

I remember some of the things that Ron taught me, like varying the speed and changing grips. Mr Grant also gives me a few extra tips along the way.

He's enjoying it, and he tells me that I really am good at doing it.

He lets me know when he is really close to `shooting his stuff' and suggests that I slow down. He grabs a bunch of tissues and hands some to me. Then he gives me the `OK' to `go for it'!

And I do. As fast as I can. He moans, and I hold him tightly while he shoots. I can't help cackling for joy at making Mr Grant cum. Between the two of us, we get it all. I hold the end of his penis while it keeps spurting out, but some runs down his cock onto his pubic hair and his balls.

"Wow, Mr Grant," I say. "That is a lot of stuff! Does it feel good shooting so much?"

"Yes, it does, Kurt, and you did a great job. Thank you," he says.

I feel my face being stretched in a grin. He looks at me, smiles, and ruffles my hair.

We let each other go and use more tissues to make sure that our bodies are clean. We do our own. Then, without saying anything we both pull our undies and pants back up.

Then I notice where the blob from my first spurt landed on the floor. "I'll get that," I tell him.

And I make sure that the boards are clean.

Something is a bit smelly. It's the tissues. Mr Grant sees me smell them and says, "I'll take them up to the toilet. Besides, I need to pee."

"Me too!" I say, smiling at him, happy that we can go and do that together, too.

 

After dropping the tissues down the hole, we stand side by side at the urinal, hips touching, and let fly two streams of yellow, man-sized and me-sized. He smiles at me and I smile at him.

When I'm finished, I smell my hands and screw up my nose. We both wash our hands with the scented hand wash. I smell them again, smile and exclaim, "That's better!"

Mr Grant and I walk back together, and I have to stride so that I can keep alongside him. I think, `we jerked off together, we peed together and now we are in step together.' I'm feeling grown up. I'm really happy! Birthday wishes do come true!

As soon as we are inside the door, I face him, wrap my arms around him and say, "Thank you, Mr Grant, and I promise that I won't tell anyone. This is just our secret, isn't it?"

"Yes, Kurt. Thank you. And I promise, too! We wouldn't want your Christmas wish to disappear if somebody found out, would we?"

I look at him, seriously. Could he really disappear if I told anyone? I won't. I don't want to lose him, especially now that Ron won't be coming back.

He looks at me, just as seriously. "So, there is no need to be upset if I appear to be avoiding you, Kurt. You understand why, now, don't you?"

"Nope!" I smirk. "I won't. I mean, yes, I do, now."

We ensure that everything is tidy for tomorrow morning, back-to-school day, and we lock the windows.

Dad's truck horn sounds. Perfect timing!

 

"Race you back to my place!" I laugh, and take off. I feel great! My birthday wish has come true. With William's twin. My real #2! Ron must have been my #1.9 or something! I half run and half skip across the short cut. With an occasional leap into the air, like Peter Pan. Except, I can't fly.

I hear Mr Grant call, "Hey! That's cheating!" I don't bother to look back. He couldn't catch me now, even if he drove his car across the short cut!

"Mr Grant's coming," I announce, running in through the door. They're all inside. Dad's got the jug on. William and Karl emerge from our bedroom. "He gave me a head start," I say. "Actually, no he didn't. I just took off across the short cut."

We all go and wait on the verandah for Mr Grant's car to pull up. "What kept you?" I call out, being cheeky. William and Karl laugh. Dad gives me a gentle clip around the ear for being disrespectful to our teacher.

I think that Dad and Mr Grant have never actually spoken to each other before. Dad steps down towards Mr Grant and shakes hands with him.

I hear Dad say, "Mr Grant, how wonderful to finally meet you. I hope the boys haven't been too much trouble." I see Mr Grant look at us, especially me, smirk, then he turns his eyes back to Dad and smiles. "Please call me `Tom'," he says as they shake hands. "And, no, the boys have been no trouble whatsoever; just the opposite in fact. They've been very polite and extremely helpful." What a fib! I roll my eyes. I think that Mr Grant notices because he's looking at me over Dad's shoulder.

Dad introduces himself as `Jan' (pronounced `yarn', as in like a story that pirates might tell their shipmates, or a variety of the truth that a thirteen-year old might tell his father! LOL)

We go inside. The place is clean. And tidy. Dad, Karl and William have done a perfect job.

"I can offer you tea or coffee," Dad says to Mr Grant. Then he adds, "I don't keep any beer here. It seems stupid with the pub such a short distance away."

"What do you drink, yourself?" Mr Grant replies.

"I'm often a tea drinker," Dad says, "but coffee is no problem."

"I haven't had a good cup of tea for ages," Mr Grant says. "Black with one sugar, please."

Dad makes Mr Grant a mug of tea and I hear him ask Mr Grant how he has settled in, and he tells him how much Karl and I have enjoyed going to school this year.

Dad turns to the three of us and tells us, "You guys may help yourselves to whatever is cold in the fridge."

We each take a can and then disappear into our bedroom.

William and Karl sit on his bed, backs to the wall. I sit on mine, facing them. I put my finger to my lips, and nod in the direction of the living area, so that we can eavesdrop on their conversation.

I hear Mr Grant telling Dad what a delight we are, and how Dad should be proud of us. He wouldn't be proud of me if he knew how much I like Mr Grant, and what I just did with him.

I hear Mr Grant mention to Dad that he's heard `Whispering Gums' is going to be sold.

"Good new travels fast around here!" Dad tells Mr Grant, and he says, "I didn't know about it myself until just two days ago, and it was only confirmed yesterday. I haven't contacted the boys' mother yet to see when she can take them - the sooner the better. I'm afraid that means you maybe two students short in a couple of weeks. I've just been attending to some things around the outside of the house so that I can lock it up and hope that I can return to it at some time. There has been tell of a cattle drive from up in the territory [Northern Territory] back into the gulf country [Gulf of Carpentaria] where there is plenty of feed. Two of the casual hands out at the property who will be going there have said that they could always use an extra horseman."

That's information that Dad didn't share with Karl and me. He's planning to go on a cattle drive to the Northern Territory in a couple of weeks? My bet is that he won't go! Mr Cameron will keep paying him until the property is sold, and that could take a long time. Please God!

I hear Mr Grant say, "Jan, can we talk outside?" and that's the last I hear until they come back.

 

In the, meantime, William and Karl are eager to ask me what I did at the school with Mr Grant.

I draw it out as much as I can. "Well, I asked him if he needed any help. He said that he would appreciate it if I was able to sweep all of the dust and leaves off the verandah. So, I got the broom from the craft room and carefully..."

"Yeah, yeah!" William cuts me off. "We know how to sweep the verandah. What else? `Cause that didn't take an hour."

"Well," I go on, slowly, "I did check out the craft room and the store room to make sure that everything was tidy and in its right place."

"What else?" Karl asks impatiently hoping that I tell them whether Mr Grant and I did any `mucking around', like they had suggested earlier.

I say, "We talked for a LONG time about Dad's job and that we might have to move. Mr Grant seemed pretty concerned about that."

I'm teasing. They are fidgeting. It's working.

"That'd be right!" William says. I don't know if he's agreeing with me or, for some reason, being sarcastic.

"But..." I say, with my voice becoming chirpy, my eyes widening and with a grin on my face. Their expressions are priceless! Anticipating a revelation. "...when I had to go to the toilet, Mr Grant came too. The same snake that I saw the other day was back!" They're leaning forward, eyes more open – like their mouths. LOL.

"And what did this snake look like, exactly?" William asks.

"Well, today," I say, "I did get a really close look at it! Kind of handsome... for a snake."

"Did you touch it?" Kurt wants to know.

"Don't be stupid!" I snap back. "Dad always told us to treat snakes with respect, didn't he? And then, to back away."

"So, nothing happened?" William asks.

"Mr Grant and I both saw a snake," I say matter-of-factly. "You can ask him if you don't believe me!"

There is so much double meaning in what I'm saying. They know I'm talking about penises, but there is enough in how I'm saying it, to cast just a gum-nut's amount of doubt.

They both pounce on me and a wrestling match ensues. Rolling. Grabbing. Carefully. It's fun. We stop when we hear adult voices again, and rush out, happily, to see if they repeat anything about what they've been discussing.

Mr Grant says to William, "Are you ready to get into those emails?"

"Sure," William replies, and Mr Grant tosses him the car keys, which he catches, with a huge grin. William bumps fists with both Karl and me. Dad shakes Mr Grant's hand and then gathers my brother and me with his strong arms, one on each side of him, while Mr Grant hops into the passenger's seat of his car.

Dad says, "I understand, now, why you two like him."

William drives off, tooting the car horn.

Dad adds, "He's an amazing guy."

I'm tempted to agree, but my promise to Mr Grant helps to keep my mouth shut! Not so much as a hint! I don't want him to disappear!

I look at Dad's face. It's unexpectedly happy. "What's with you?" I ask him. "Why are you smiling?"

He touches the side of his nose and simply says, "Secret! I'll tell you Friday. Don't ask."

"Well, it must be good!" Karl adds.

"Friday!" Dad says, then makes a zipping motion across his lips.

The rest of Sunday is spent relaxing, eating and reading.

Huckleberry Finn finishes off our night. Hearing about how Huck's violent father treated him so badly makes me feel really sad for William.

William had no father and a drunken mother. Sort of the other way `round to Huck, who had no mother and a drunken father.

I would really love it for him, if William had a Dad like ours! I think that my next Christmas wish has just been sorted out; that he could have someone to love him and hug him and tuck him into bed at night and kiss him and look after him.

My dreams are all about Mr Grant, and I wake up wet.

 

(to be continued)

 

The parallel version to this story, is told through the eyes of Tom Grant, the `Schoolie'.
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