Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2018 08:29:15 +0200 (CEST)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: The apennine School for Boys Part 23

The kids.

The school year finished in a flurry of activity. The kids had to be tested
in a number of areas. Certainly they had all passed sex ed with High
Distinctions. In fact Very High Distinctions.

Bran had put his reading and writing theory into practice with the kids and
with Ric. I could not believe the progress Ric made. Within less than a
month Ric was reading. He had two hours every day with Bran and not a
second of those two hours went to waste. Ric was like blotting paper.

On one oaccasion when I did a film of the two hour session, Bran had Ric
read aloud from an old PG Wodehouse book. Ric was laughing at the jokes
even as he was reading. He understood the humour, which demonstrated
excellent comprehension. He learned how to use a computer in one afternoon
and Bran organised for one to be installed in his flat - with internet.

Within 6 months Ric went from Year 1 level to year 7 level in all
subjects. He had an instinct for maths which I seriously envied (I stink at
maths and we shall speak no further on the matter). He could speak, read
and write Italian and English fluently (maybe a few spelling mistakes in
English - but hey?) and his tight arse was just heaven. His cock was steel
wrapped in velvet. However neither of these attributes were strictly
speaking academically examinable. Of course Ric's art was off the scale in
terms of assessment and he had the softest willy bush I had ever felt on
anyone. (That is also irrelevant, but true.)

Adamo was set to go to a technical college and learn hospitality. I thought
he was probably a bit young, but he seemed to be coping. An idea struck me
that when G left to go to Cambridge he could take Adamo with him because I
had bought a house for G to live in while he was there. Adamo could get on
with a more normal education and then branch out into hospitality if he
wanted, or perhaps move on to university. That is ultimately what
happened. That of course left Khalid in the tender care of Leochan. Well it
was only an hour and a half to an hour and fifty drive from London up to
Cambridge so it became ordinary for Khalid to stay there as well.

Thanks to Sean I was able to hire another housemother (just like Chayd) for
the boys, and a little family was born in that house. Sean, who did have
far reaching contacts, organised for the two little ones to have their
surname changed to Fillan and ultimately I was able to adopt them. There
was no difficulty whatsoever in adopting Hassan, and he became a Fillan
too. Having my own kids was something I never dreamed possible. Now I had
three. Interestingly enough, Adamo and Khalid decided to take up residence
in Alexandria. They had both gone to university to study social
welfare. Hassan had done the same, but in Egypt. Every summer the three
boys and I met up and we made whooppee. More often than not Leo, Bran and G
would come with us. Anyway, the three lads, all roughly the same age,
decided they wanted to work for Sayyid in his boys' home and they did. All
in all I was very happy with what was happening around me, with my three
sons, with my wonderful family of lovers and my real home, The School.

The (Real) End. (Maybe - See below...)

PS I have finally learned how to raise one eyebrow.


Thanks Chris... I think. Chris wrote to me with some ideas of what he would
like to know went on at The School - I am seriously thinking about telling
tales out of school. But I promise nothing. Thanks to everyone who wrote. I
think I replied to everyone, if not let me know.


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