Chapter 4

After getting off the phone with his Lawyer, Lucky was positively giddy. He had asked that he take care of everything and just ship it to the school once it was all ready to go, so, now Lucky could not wait. He wants to try and create his own cut and polished crystal jewelry. He fell in love with the Swarovsky crystals, and feels that he could create his own version of them, well, hopefully.

“So, where exactly do you plan to put all this stuff, anyway?” Chance asked.

“Shit, never thought of that. It'll be stupidly hot, so we shouldn't do it inside, but it gets real cold sometimes, so outside wouldn't be great either. I have no idea.”

“Why don't I order you one of those retired shipping containers, we can make that into a classroom for that easily enough.”

“Really, would you?”

“Sure, we can put it so that the opening to it's right underneath the cover by the shops, so that it's pretty much all right there. We'll haveta put in extraction fans, lights of course, and power for what all you need. Most of the time you'd probably work with one or both doors fully open anyway, since it'd get bloody hot inside otherwise, but I think that'd work, and they're cheap.”

“I'd really like that, thanks. As soon as I learn how to do it, anyone else who wants to learn can come and learn with me, but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna make lotsa mistakes to start. Basic crystal glass recipes are easy to find, really good crystal glass recipes, not so much, so I'm gonna haveta play lots to figure it out.”

“Excellent. I'm never against learning something new, ever.”

“You're the best.”

“Thanks, you're not so bad yourself, you know, well, when you're not destroying offices and whatnot.”

“Hey, you said that was behind us.”

“Doesn't mean I won't tease you for it occasionally.” Chance grinned and rubbed Lucky's hair affectionately.

“Hmph.” Is all he said, but he did lean into Chance just a little more, so that he would keep playing with his hair, he likes that, a lot.

Almost as soon as Lucky left to go find Carter and tell him the good news, Chance went about calling his contact for the shipping container that he wants, an ex student of his that has a trucking company and buys and sells the containers. He was only too happy to sell Chance a container for cost and deliver it free of charge, and by dinner time, he had the best one he had there, and charged Chance only five hundred for it, even though Chance was certain that the cost would have been much higher than that, but he did not complain, and just gave him a receipt for it. Of course he asked Chance what is being done with it, and was shocked to hear that they are adding even more to the school once again. Chance is forever doing that, adding whatever his kids need to let them be super creative.

When Lucky found Carter, he giddily told his boyfriend all about what they are doing, and he is happy for Lucky as well. They went and had dinner when the time came, and then went and played until bedtime as they often do.

Pretty near as soon as he had gotten off the phone with his guy for the container, Chance had also called another ex student, this time an electrician, one of the largest in the city now, and asked for him to come in a day or two, whenever he has time, to come and wire up the container and put in an exhaust fan, so, he said he would come the following morning.

When Carter and Lucky were ready for bed, they headed to their bedroom, hand in hand, as they usually do.

“I'd really liketa quadruple baby diaper each other again tonight, we haven't done that for a few days, but, before we do that, I really wanna kiss and stroke each other. I think we've waited more than long enough, and what I feel for you, it's just gotta be love, nothing else could possibly make me feel what I feel for you.” Lucky asked.

“Okay, I've already fallen madly in love with you, and I'd like that very much.”

Both baby boys are insanely hard inside their soggy baby diapers, and the rest of the walk to their bedroom felt abnormally long, but, finally they made it, where they stripped each other of all their clothes, leaving them in only their good soggy diapers. They crashed onto the bed, and attached themselves at the lips, and kissed tenderly and lovingly.

For more than ten minutes they only kissed, holding each other, moving nothing but their lips and their tongues, for they are dueling sensually as they kiss deeply. Finally, at almost the exact same time, they start moving their hands down so that they can pet each other. They start on only the outsides of their diapers, but it is too much, they have both simply held off for too long. Neither has jacked off so much as once since they got together, and though they both likely had some erotic dreams to help with the tension, neither has had an orgasm in longer than they had ever held off, well, since they started at any rate.

For another two orgasms, over another ten minutes, they stroked each other only on the outsides of the others soggy baby diapers, and finally they both sighed deeply into the kiss that they are sharing, and then fell apart.

“Wow, that was amazing. Will you let me change your soggy baby bum now please?” Lucky asked.

“Oh yeah.”

So, Lucky got up and gathered all the supplies, while Carter swung around to diaper change position. As soon as Lucky had everything, he went back to the bed and started by releasing the tapes holding his boyfriends' diaper on, and then pulling the front down. He then pulled the diaper out, and spied a good load of teen baby cream inside. Without thinking, without meaning to do so, Lucky pressed Carter's soggy diaper to his face, he sniffed, he sucked, and he savoured it all. This is, officially, the first time that he has ever done anything of the sort. And he loves it. He is enjoying Carter's cum and piss equally, though he feels that he should be revolted at doing such a depraved thing, yet he is most certainly not.

By the time he was done, Lucky felt that he could likely put Carter's used diaper back on him, and so, got a wicked look on his face, and poked a whole bunch more holes in it, and then added it to the mix as well, so, Carter is ending up five diapers thick. Lucky was damn near not able to tape Carter up, because he had went so hard again.

“Wow, you're naughty.” Carter sighed far deeper than he has ever felt from himself before, or from anyone for that matter.

“By the way that sounded, I don't think you think that's a bad thing, do you?”

“Fuck no, that was amongst the most erotic things I've ever seen before. Watching that made me go impossibly hard again.”

“Good.”

They traded places, and Carter repaid the favour back instantly and happily. This is his first time sucking a diaper dry as well, though he has drank piss before, his old boyfriend enjoyed doing so, so they had enjoyed together many times. Tasting Lucky in this way, though, was even better Carter felt. Once sucked as dry as he too could get Lucky's diaper, he poked the holes in it, as well as the other diaper that he needs to do so to, and then proceeded in diapering Lucky up good and proper.

“Fuck, this is beyond amazing, isn't it?” Lucky said.

“Oh yeah. So far beyond, even the best telescopes couldn't see amazing any more from where this is.”

“Mmmhmm. Well, night night, I really do think I love you.”

“Mmmmm, and I really think I love you too.”

And so, night passed, and the baby boys had the best sleep that either has yet to experience. They slept right through the start of breakfast, and Chance had to come wake them up.

“My my, aren't you two gay baby boys wondrously diapered. You're also glowing. Finally got at least a little of what you need last night I take it?” He asked softly once they came awake.

“Mmmhmm. What time is it?”

“Seven thirty. Breakfast started half an hour ago, so, come on Babies, up and at 'em, throw on your robes, your diapers look like they'll last probably the rest of the day anyway.”

“Wow, that was the best sleep I've ever had.” Carter said.

“Same.”

“What exactly are you baby boys wearing, anyway?”

“We sucked each others diapers dry, put them back on, after poking holes in them of course, then proceeded to quadruple diaper each other with two diapers and two doublers, each, like we liketa do.”

“Nice. Super naughty, I might add, and so fucking enjoyable. Zayden and I haven't done that for each other in forever.”

“Then I suggest you do so again soon.” Lucky said, fully at peace with the world.

“No shit, just might haveta.”

They headed to the dining hall and found that they were the only ones in the lineup, since everyone else was mostly on time, and therefore have already started eating. They dished up and joined their friends, of course telling them exactly what they did the night before, every last one of them having to adjust themselves in their soggy night diapers, since none of them have changed yet, because why bother until you have to, right.

The electrician arrived mid morning and took care of getting everything all hooked up good and proper, and as soon as he was gone, Chance moved a spare work bench that was in the back storage area into Lucky's workshop. Coincidentally, it is the very same good sturdy steel workbench that Lucky had wormed his way into his first night there. Clearly Chance had had to clean it all off, but he had no problems in doing so, and did so happily.

Lucky was very happy with what he found when class was over, and had went to check out what had been done, because Chance had told him what was happening.

It was Friday afternoon when all the equipment that Lucky had ordered had arrived. It was mid class, so he did not know it until the end of the day, but Chance had received it all, and then moved it all into place for Lucky. Now they need to get a few propane bottles and Lucky will be all set. What Lucky does not know, is that Chance had contacted Lucky's lawyer and told him to come get the cash for all that Lucky had bought, quietly, that he does not want Lucky to know until much later, but this is a school item, and so, the school will pay for it, but Lucky had felt good paying for it all.

“Wow, it's all here, and you've got it set up already, this is amazing.” Lucky said giddily when he skidded to a halt, coming to check to see if anything had come while he was in class. He had been waiting impatiently all week.

“Sure is, and yeah, I got it all set up for you. Because the school doesn't use gas for anything, I was thinking of just getting propane bottles, but, as I was working, I decided on a little better option than going and refilling bottles all the time. The same guy who brought us the container also delivers large propane tanks, and has a division for refilling them, so I think I'm gonna call him again and ask him to come get you all set up for your gas needs that way, since I'm certain that that'd cost way less in the long run.”

“Won't it be expensive though?”

“Maybe, but probably not, and with you buying all this stuff, I think we can afford it easily enough. So, no worries.” Chance smiled warmly, even though it is technically a lie.

“Thanks. You once told me that you guys often take walks into the community to look for donations and free shit, as well to go shop at the thrift stores. Any chance that at least a few of us could go tomorrow, so that I can check all the thrift stores for things that I can use?”

“Sure, we haven't done that for a while. What are you needing to get started?”

“I was thinking that if I started with some decent quality crystal glass ware, that I could at least learn some that way. I've also been reading a few articles on how to add colour to it, so that I can make other colours of crystals, so I need a few things for that, but again, I might be able to find some or all of it that way.”

“Okay, sure, why not. We can let everyone know at dinner time, so that if anyone else wants to go as well, then they can. Most of the time we have at least three quarters of us going.”

“Okay, but I'd really liketa look at all the thrift stores myself, so that I can see what all's there?”

“That might be tricky. Some of them are a fair distance away, and certainly away from each other as well.”

“Ah, shit, never thought of that.”

“Zayden has his drivers license, you, me, he, and Carter could all just go tonight, and then still go out tomorrow too, if you wanted?”

“Okay, can we?”

“Sure, let's go get ready to go now so that we're back before dinner.”

“Thanks.” Lucky said and then tore off to go find Carter and ask him if he wants to go too.

As soon as Lucky found Carter, he explained what is happening, and he said sure, why not, and so, they headed to their bedroom to get changed, and then met Chance and Zayden where their truck is parked. As soon as they were all there and ready to go, they headed out. Early on, they had found what had amounted to an old farm truck, it has a double cab, and a large flat deck on the back, which is perfect for hauling materials, but sometimes they need to haul smaller things, and the deck was far larger than they had needed, so they built a large storage box out of aluminum to go on the deck as well. The truck was fixed up in their shops, painted to look really amazing, and now looks and runs better than it ever did. Since no one had had drivers licenses, Zayden had worked up the courage to go and get one, so he does almost all the driving for the school, though they now have three other teachers and two helpers who can also drive.

They have a little better than three hours until dinner time, time that Lucky plans to spend well. Zayden knows the best route to hit all the best thrift stores around, and so, they head out right away. As soon as they make it, they head in and start looking around. All four of them split up to look at what they want and need, and met back at the front, Zayden and Chance each with full carts, Lucky with two baskets, and Carter even has a cart that is about half full.

As soon as they were paid and loaded, they headed out, and each thrift store after that was much the same, they would get a basket or a buggy full, and every time, Chance happily paid for it all. In the three hours that they had available to them, they managed to hit seven thrift stores, so that is great, and they have lots of supplies again, but they will still go out in the morning and gather more, but they will not hit the thrift stores as much, though some of the kids will surely want to themselves as well.

They left everything in the truck for the time being, since they are all hungry and dinner will be ready by now. In fact, by the time they made it to their dining hall, well over half the others have already sat down to eat, so they joined the queue to get food, and sat down and ate. As soon as they were done and cleaned up, they headed back down to offload everything and put it where it belongs. Lucky was happily putting all his things inside his workspace.

As soon as he was done, Lucky wanted to start up his main melting furnace and start melting some of the crystal down, just so that he could try it. He ended up borrowing the propane tank from the forklift to do so, but they have a few full spare bottles, so it is not a big deal. Even though he cannot be of any help whatsoever in this, Chance stayed behind to help and to watch, since Lucky really is doing something rather dangerous. It took a while for the glass to melt, and then when Lucky felt that it was at the right colour and consistency, he pulled out a scoop and put it into some molds. The molds he found are just good quality stainless steel, and they will make just simple cubes for now, but then this allows Lucky to cut them and shape them to whatever he so desires.

“Cool, that worked really well. This is great, thanks so much Chance.”

“You're very welcome. How long do they haveta cool for?”

“They're good now, now I just haveta put them in the annealing oven to reduce the stress.” And so he did so.

“And how long does that last for?”

“Couple hours at least. That's the problem, it depends on the glass, and it takes experience to get it right. Each blend of glass, and how big you make it can make it different. I'll be able to tell tomorrow, after it cools, by how it reacts to being hit and heated up and then cooled rapidly, things like that. I've been doing lotsa reading, so hopefully I've done this right the first time.”

“Cool, so, just before bed, you'll haveta come out and shut down the oven then.”

“Yep, and then they can just stay in there to cool down nice and slow.”

“Sounds good.”

They headed out then, and went and joined their boyfriends in playing for the evening, and then when it was bedtime, Lucky did go and shut off the oven, then closed up his shop, and met his baby at their bedroom, where they desperately needed a really good soggy baby bum change. As soon as they were in their bedroom, stripped down to just their soggy baby diapers, they kissed, cuddled, stroked, and exploded in three baby boygasms a piece. Finally they changed each other, both of them enjoying the others diaper a fair bit, but of course Lucky got to enjoy Carter's creamy cum load from it as well. Finally they diapered each other and fell asleep.

The next morning, Lucky headed to his workshop before even going to breakfast, since he and Carter had waken up early enough to do so, they are in just their robes, super soggy night diapers, and slippers even. He wants to pull the pieces out and check how they look.

“Shit.” He said as soon as he looked at the first one.

“What's wrong with it, it looks cool?” Carter asked curiously.

“Air bubbles, that's a fail instantly. Let's see how the rest is though.”

And so, Lucky dropped that one onto the ground, and it shattered.

“Fuck, that's a fail as well. That wasn't that much impact, it should've been able to withstand that easily, so I guess my first go was wrong. Oh well, I suspected that'd happen, but I kinda hoped that I'd fuck up and do it right the first time.” He laughed.

“It kinda just exploded, what's that mean?” Carter asked.

“Definitely wasn't annealed correctly, but was the stress due to that or due to not enough or too much heat during melting, maybe the mix wasn't right, it's so hard to tell. Of course I just used recycled crystal, so the mix shoulda' been good, but there were several different pieces, so who's to say what all those different pieces did to the final mix. Wish I could find someone who's been doing this for a while who could teach me, because by everything I've read so far, I'm pretty sure I did it right. I guess maybe it's just practice too.”

“Ask Chance, you know if he can find someone who'd come and teach you, he will.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. He did that near the end of the year last year for us kids in metal working, we wanted to learn how to enamel metals for our metal art, and the teacher wasn't sure how to, so Chance found a local metal artist and had him come in and teach us all. I bet if he can find someone, he'll do so.”

“Okay.”

Lucky cleaned up all the mess, and then they headed to the dining hall to join the rest of the staff and students in breakfast. Weekend breakfast is still way better than weekdays, and so, Lucky and Carter joined the others in dishing up way more than they needed, but boy do they want it. As they sat down, Chance came and joined them.

“I saw that you headed out to your workshop, so, how was it?”

“Fail, I'm afraid.” Lucky said, and then told of his tests.

“To be expected, really, I mean, everything you've learned so far has been from books, the rest is just practicing and getting more comfortable with it all.”

“Yeah, I thought the same thing too, but then thought that I really need someone who can help me to see and feel the differences, things you can't get from a book, and Carter says that you might be willing to find someone who could come and teach me that?”

“Sure, after our foray out into the wild today, I'll do some research and see if I can find someone for you.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course, I said so, didn't I?”

“Yeah, but remember, I'm a street rat, people say things all the time to make themselves feel better, but mean nothing to the likes of us, so this is still hard for me.”

“Fuck, it took me more years than you've been alive to get used to that myself, so trust me, we all know. Here, though, we say what we mean, and we mean what we say, we don't lie to others or to ourselves, and when we make a promise, we do everything in our power to keep it. That's been this schools motto since Zayden and I first opened the doors.”

“I know, you've told me that, hell, I think every teacher here has too.”

“It's ingrained in everyone here, it's not just a saying, it's a way of life, and what and how we teach. That's why even every teacher here will happily tell even a student that they're so fucking hot that they'd fuck them long and hard, if they were allowed, but that it simply isn't. Not that any or all of them would, but every person here has seen someone that's illegal that they thought are so gorgeous that if it were allowed, that they would happily and willingly do so. By the way, you're that to me, only two other students have had that way about them, and of course Zayden, but though I admit it freely, I'd never do anything about it. Why be ashamed of that here. We don't lie to each other, or ourselves, and when we say something, we mean it. It's simple, it's healthy, and it's right.”

“Yeah, I know, and thanks, you're that to me as well, same as Carter, but still, even though you've all been teaching me that for a while already, it's still hard to erase all the years before.”

“I know, and you'll never truly forget it, I still haven't after all these years, but it does come easier.”

“What about when we leave here though, outside, that's not how they think or act?”

“I know, but you should, and tell people that, happily tell them that you won't lie to them, that when you say something that you mean it, and that you'd appreciate it if they did the same for you. Of course, it doesn't always work. Hell, even my bosses, they think lying to me, saying what they think I wanna hear is okay, but I flat out tell them when they are lying to me and that in this school, that's simply not allowed. I seem to offend people when I tell them that sorta thing, but then I just point out our motto, and tell them I don't care if I offend them, because their lying to me offends me far more than any amount of truth ever could.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, I'd rather people tell me a hundred horrible truths than one nice lie.”

“Exactly.”

As they talked, they had been eating, of course, and most of them headed up to get seconds, since they can, and want to, and once everyone was good and full, and all cleaned up, they headed to get dressed and ready to go out. Well over half the students said that they want to go out and scavenge and tour and shop once again, they enjoy doing so, especially the scavenging, they always find such amazing treasures, things that they will happily make new in any of their shops. Kids and adults alike love doing that, and they do it so well.

Once all gathered, they separated into groups, so that they could all head in different directions. They all have wheeled carts of all sorts with them, almost every person has one, which is perfect. Lucky and Carter asked to go with Chance and Zayden, as well they had six other students with them, and they headed out. They all spent a good solid four hours out, scouring the neighborhood for all sorts of things, and everywhere they went, Lucky was always asking if they had broken crystal glass ware that he could have for melting down to make jewelry from. Most said that they did not have anything, but quite a few people told him that they have pieces at home that they would happily bring to the school because they were either damaged or pieces missing from breakage over the years. Every last one of them filled every cart that they had, and there are all sorts of treasures for them to use in many different ways. Virtually everywhere they stopped, someone would give them at least some small donation, usually money, but lots of supplies as well.

By the time they made it back, it was lunch time, so all their items were just piled in the gym for now, and they went to go eat.

As soon as lunch was done and cleaned up, they headed to the gym to sort through everything and take it to their proper homes. As soon as they were done this, they all headed out to do whatever they wanted for the rest of the day. Carter headed to the metal shop, Lucky went to his work area, but he is by himself, and even though he knows he should probably have someone there with him, he decided to start up his furnace and try again, and see if he can get it better this time.

Chance had went to his office and started researching people in their area that did glass and crystal art, and found only a few. He called all of them and asked them if they would be willing to come and teach one of their students, and two said sure, why not. Chance felt that having two people teach Lucky would be great, this way he could learn things a couple different ways, and then pull from that. Both said that they could easily donate a full day to teach Lucky, and so, Chance arranged times for them to come.

When Chance went to find Lucky to tell him the good news, he found Lucky in his workspace, alone, pouring out some more molten crystal. He waited until Lucky was done pouring and it was safe to do so.

“What were you told about working alone?” Chance asked softly.

“Ah, shit. I'm sorry.”

“What were you told Lucky?”

“That under no circumstances was I to ever do anything classified as dangerous without having some form of supervision.”

“Exactly. Do you want me to lock the door and disallow you to work in here for a full week, or more?”

“No.” He said, tears already spilling down.

“No, you most certainly do not. Tell me why I shouldn't do so now, even though I know full well you know you're not supposed to do so?”

“No, you should, because I lied to myself and said it'd be okay, because I'm the only one who knows any of this anyway.” He said, tears now freely flowing.

“Exactly, even though you know it's bad and absolutely not allowed. Now, I'm not gonna punish you this once, however, there are no second chances on this, understood. The next time I'll lock you out for a full month.”

“Understood. I'm sorry.” He said, and then burst out crying, he is so ashamed at himself now.

Chance went and hugged the poor little guy, getting down on his knees and pulling him in and hugging him tight. Chance just held him and patted his cute little soggy diapered bum until he settled down.

“I hope you understand why we needta be so strict on this?” Chance asked once Lucky would hear him.

“Yeah, because what I'm doing is stupidly dangerous.”

“Exactly. If no one knew that you were out here, working, and you had an accident, you could easily die before anyone found you. Even if you had've just asked one of the shop teachers to keep checking up on you, they probably just woulda worked in the covered area, or have someone else out here working, so that they could see you. You're alone in wanting and even remotely knowing how to do this, true, but that doesn't mean anything. Now, one more hug, then you can get back to work.”

Lucky hugged Chance tightly, holding on for several more minutes, before letting go. Chance stood up, and then told Lucky the good news, and he was ecstatic about that.

“So, when are they coming then?”

“The first is coming tomorrow morning, the other will be here next Saturday.”

“Wicked. What'll they say about me being diapered?”

“Probably nothing, but they haveta come to my office and talk with me first anyway, so I'll let them both know.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Lucky got the new batch of cubes put into the annealing oven, and then checked to see if the next batch was ready to pour. He had tried holding the molten glass at temperature for longer on his second attempt, and now his third he is holding it even longer, one of the things he had read was the the glass needed to degas, but had to be at a specific temperature for a specific amount of time, but he does not know the temperature or time for the crystal that he is working with, since it varies a considerable amount. He had not been able to see any air bubbles in the molten glass, but that meant nothing. As soon as he poured his next batch, he put them into the oven as well. He wants to keep these ones in the oven even longer.

From there, Lucky cleaned up, and then headed out to go do something else. When it was time to turn off the oven, he went and did so, and enjoyed the rest of the day.

At just after nine the following morning, the man that Chance had found to come teach Lucky had arrived, so, Chance pulled him into his office to talk for a bit first.

“So, before I can allow you to work with a student, we first haveta go over a few things. I or one of my teachers will be nearby at all times so that you're not put into any situations that makes you uncomfortable, or that could put a student at risk. First and foremost is our schools motto.” Chance said, and then told him what it is and what it means.

“Next, you must understand that all my kids here have come from the streets and/or were kicked out by their families, most of them for reasons that really truly are inconsequential. I have every kink and perversion here that you can possibly imagine, as you walk around, you may see boys and girls dressed in all manner of ways, they deserve understanding, not harsh words. The boy that you are working with, Lucky, is not only gay, but needs to wear diapers twenty four seven due to something wrong in his head. He could easily use catheters, he chooses to use diapers, this will not be a problem, will it?”

“No, none at all.” He said, even though Chance could tell that he is a little shocked, but does not appear to be disgusted.

“Good, I understand your shock at this, most usually are shocked, though if you looked sickened by it, you'd now be leaving. Next, a good portion of my kids are gay and or have had to use sex to get what they want, almost every last one of my kids have sold their bodies, and are used to having sex with adults. Boys and girls alike, with men or women, it didn't matter, as long as they were getting food, or sadly for many, drugs, though they're all cleaned of that nonsense before too long here. Most of my kids won't ask any more, they know the rules, but should anyone make any such offer, you are to refuse politely. Whether or not you have partaken that on the streets really doesn't matter, nor would it bother me, hell, I sold myself when I was these kids' age, I was a street rat as well. So, I understand.”

“Oh, um, I'd never.”

“Oh, you say that now, but if you have any sort of kink, and there's a student that catches your eye, and they'd know it, you'd cave if given the right opportunity. Trust me. I know.” Chance grinned.

“Um.”

“It's okay. I'm not gonna ask, it's not my business, but your blush says more than I'm sure you want it to say. Just remember, in this school, all tell the truth at all times, we never lie, to each other or most importantly to ourselves. I strongly suggest you take a page from our book.

“Now, Lucky, who you're gonna be working with, he's a special boy. 'Til quite recently, he'd never been to school, could barely read, counted about as well as a five year old would be expected to, and everything else was pretty much nil. He grew up on the street from the age of five, after witnessing his father tortured and killed, he's shockingly okay, but, if pushed wrong, expect to have him pounce on you and probably beat the shit outta you. Now, why I say he's special, though, like I said, 'til quite recently he'd never been in school, yet he's almost fully caught up to his age group, and I fully expect him to pass them all shortly. He's shockingly bright, he sees far more than you can possibly know, and though he's young, and he looks younger than he is, but then street kids often do, he's exceptionally bright already. Fully expect to be pestered by hundreds of questions, and fully expect that he won't stop 'til you either tell him you know nothing more, or your head explodes. He's incredibly inquisitive, he wants to know absolutely everything, and accepts nothing less.”

“Really, he saw that, and he lived on the street from the time he was five because of it. I can't even imagine such horrors.”

“As horrible as you think that is, that's so far from the worst thing my kids have experienced it's sick.”

“What the hell could be worse than witnessing your father tortured and killed, and then living on the street.”

“Over the years, so far, I've had three kids, two boys, and one girl, who were brutally raped by their parents, drugged to prevent them from complaining, and usually sold to help pay for the addiction as well. And no, they weren't all dads either, one boy and the girl were from their mothers, it's not just men who rape and abuse kids like way too fucking many people think. Trust me, those kids, no, they were hard to help, one of the boys was sold to men strictly, and he's not gay, he hated it, was so suicidal when I got him even I worried I might not be able to help him, but he's doing incredibly well for himself now. Trust me, there are worse horrors than seeing someone die.”

“Really, that happens?”

“More than you can imagine. Some of the stories these kids have would make you sick. Virtually every last one of these kids knows well the pain of having something far larger than they can take shoved into whatever orifice their employer for that hour or night wanted, boys and girls alike, from men and women alike, it matters not. Most of them willingly sold themselves, some, not so much, and you know, the sad thing is, the vast majority of the ones that got hurt were from women, most of them boys, but lotsa girls too. I've also had many a kid over the years that hadta kill, either to defend themselves, or because someone made them do it for whatever reasons, and they're many. No, there's a very good reason I have on staff a full time therapist, he's available to the kids, and our staff, twenty four seven. And yes, almost all us staff lived the same life, many of us were even in prison for one reason or another, most of them because of what some of these kids hadta go through. We are the lowest of the low, the shit on the normal people's shoes, and every last one of these kids deserve love and understanding. Now you understand our motto.”

“Fuck, that's horrible. Should I be worried about the boy I'm working with, you said if pushed wrong, he could pretty much snap?”

“That, sadly, is life on the streets. You do what you gotta do to survive. As for Lucky, I doubt it. He's surprisingly loving and tender, if he crumbles, the best thing to do is to just hug and hold him, but he's not likely to do that, you're here to teach him something that he truly wantsta learn. However, there's also gonna be someone close by at all times, again, for both yours and Lucky's safety.”

“Oh. I'm starting to wonder if this is such a good idea.”

“You know what, it really is. It'll help you to understand a few things, see many things, that most people never get to see, a side of life that most people never wish to accept, even when faced with it directly. Honestly, how many homeless kids have you seen, doing what they needta do to survive?”

“None, at least that I've ever noticed, but, in all fairness, I don't live anywhere near downtown, and I hardly come down here. With that being said, I've also heard how much you've already helped to clean up the streets, taking the kids that no one else can or will take, and helping them out. That's why, when you asked, that I said sure, it really is amazing what you're doing for our stupidly dirty city, the amount of people that you've already helped.”

“Trust me, there's still more out there, and chances are you've seen dozens of them, but they're damn good at hiding. Most of the time they hide in plain sight, yet no one truly ever sees them. I can't even tell you how many kids I personally have taken off the streets, the cops have brought me dozens, including Lucky, and trust me, those poor officers arrived bleeding and madder than hornets, yet they never hit him once. Social services bring me almost none, but most of them don't wanna, they think they're doing great, yeah, right, until a judge sends them here, and they send several. I also pulled quite a few kids from the kiddie pen.”

“Yikes. How many kids do you have here?”

“Right now just a hair over two hundred, my capacity is about two eighty, I could squeeze three hundred if I really hadta, but it wouldn't be nice. I like it right at two hundred though.”

“Fuck, there's that many kids every year here?”

“Oh yeah. In the ten years I've been here, I've helped well over two thousand kids to become far more than they ever dreamed. I've hadta send three to jail, I've had a few die from diseases that they caught out there, many many more that were infected though, but, you know, fully ninety nine plus percent of my kids go on to do great things. I make sure any that wanna go to school can do so, most go to trades schools and whatnot, but every year I get at least ten that go to university to take all sorts of things. And still I wish we could do more. We even have a community outreach program, teaching the homeless adults reading and math, even some basic skills, we try and find out why they're on the street, and help them to find resources and money to get them off the street. Too many though just wanna be out there, they don't care, the drugs have them fully, or something else, but we do what we can.”

“Amazing just what all you've accomplished here.”

“Thanks, but it's not just me, it's all the staff here as well, and even the community support. The kids all truly love that they get to create all sorts of things, and then we sell it and make the money that we need to pay for us all. Did you know that we take almost no money from the government any more for our operations. They still pay for some stuff, but for the most part, we survive almost solely on what we make.”

“Wow, that's amazing. I'm glad I'll be able to help then.”

“Good. Now, let's go meet Lucky, he's super excited to meet you, but, be prepared, if you've ever dealt with a toddler asking you why a thousand times, you're about to feel it from an eleven and a half year old, and he's gonna make it feel like twenty toddlers all asking you questions at the same time. Our teachers here often haveta ask him to stop asking questions, so that they can answer at least some of them. He's never satisfied until he knows everything, and he's maddeningly exact too.”

“Oh, I have twins, and I thought my brain was gonna melt between the ages of two and four.”

“Yeah, prepare for that on steroids.” Chance laughed, the poor man gulped.

Chance got up and led the man down to where Lucky is undoubtedly awaiting them, almost guaranteed impatiently.

“Oh fucking finally, you were taking forever. What'd you do, warn him about me for an hour or something?” Lucky said.

“It was only half an hour, and besides, the poor guy needed to be warned. I hadta give him a tranquilizer to help calm him down after learning all about you.”

“Yeah, well, could you blame him. They wouldn't put me in prison, they'd be afraid I'd take over the joint.”

“True, and you're probably never gonna fucking die either, because Satan's afraid you'll take over there too.”

“Fuckin rights I will.” He grinned brightly.

“You and your kids talk like that around each other?” The man asked in shock.

“Meh, it's just words, and bad words don't hurt, it's lying and name calling that hurt.”

“True enough.”

“So, you're here to teach me. I already have my furnaces up to heat, so, let's go.”

And then for damn near nine hours, Lucky grilled the poor man incessantly. Chance brought them both food, twice, as well he kept them drinking lots of water. Lucky had triple diapered, so that he would not have to worry, but the three times throughout the day that the poor man needed to go pee, Lucky damn near followed him so that he could keep asking more questions, but Chance forced him to stay put. Chance stayed and watched most of the day, but had someone else watch for a while a few times. Finally the poor man said that he is wiped and really needs to go home.

“Ah, do you haveta go, you've taught me so much?” Lucky asked.

“I'm afraid so, I think you've done wrung me right out. I think I've answered more questions today than I've answered in my entire life, and I don't think I've ever experienced mental exhaustion, 'til now.”

“Oh, good.” Lucky said way too cheerfully for the given statement.

“Glad you're happy about it.” He chuckled.

“You're a great teacher, I wish you could come and teach me every day.”

“I doubt there's a lot more that I can teach you.”

“I'm sure I could wring a little more knowledge outta you.”

“I'm sure you'd try. You were a great student, and it's been a pleasure helping you, but, I truly do haveta go home, it's been a long day, and my wife and kids are probably wondering what's taking me so long already.”

“Thanks, and thanks so much.” Lucky said, and then before the man could prevent it, Lucky was hugging him tightly.

“You're welcome.”

“Thanks.” Chance also said as they walked out.

“No problem. You were right though, he was certainly twenty or more times worse than twin toddlers firing questions at me.” He said.

“Yeah. Probably every teacher here's threatened him with sewing his lips together. Most of them weren't joking either.”

“I think I might just understand that.”

“Yeah. Well, have a great night.”

“You too.”

And then he was gone.

“Okay you, time to close up shop as well.”

“I still have another couple hours in me though.”

“Yeah, but I don't. I can't just sit here any more, and you needta go find Carter and do something else. You have lotsa time to play and learn.”

“I suppose you're right, but I don't haveta like it.” He grinned brightly.

“Come on you.” Chance laughed.

As soon as he had everything closed up for the night, they headed inside to find their boyfriends, and then had a good evening.

Over the course of the next week, Lucky worked hard in all his classes and learned lots, as well he worked in his shop and played lots, as well he and Carter played lots as well, and not just in their bedroom, where they are still keeping each other well drained and satisfied, at pretty near every soggy baby bum change.

When the other glass worker came in, he and Chance had near on the same conversation, and he too was shocked, and then went and worked with Lucky for just under nine hours, and he too felt like a wrung out sponge by the end. Even though both men had said a lot of the same things, they both taught in vastly different ways, and told Lucky many of the same things, but in different ways, which is making him think about it and understand it even more.

Over the next week, Lucky worked long and hard, and is now making many pieces that are turning out flawlessly, they are perfectly clear, and as hard as crystal can be. Now he wants to start cutting and shaping all the pieces that he has cast, so that he can make jewelry from them. Here too he knows much, but needs plenty of practice to get it right. After a few failed attempts, he started getting it just right, and many of the small crystal pieces that he is making are beautiful. He had made dozens of crystal cubes in various colours, some as deep ruby red as the finest of rubies, some beautiful cobalt blue, and every other colour, and they are so perfect that you can hardly tell that they are not precious stones.

Once he started cutting them properly, and faceting them perfectly, Lucky started making some simple jewelry from them. Finally he made a piece that he is truly pleased with, and showed it to Chance, who had been sitting there on his computer, doing some work.

“Oh my, Lucky, this is stunning.” Chance said, for he was handed a broach.

The centre is a three centimeter wide, by five centimeter long, and one centimeter thick crystal that looks like a perfect ruby, then surrounding it are thirty much smaller three to four millimeter crystals in various colours, each one as perfect as Lucky could make. To attach them all, he had taken the gold plated brass wire for jewelry making that they have, and pretty much wove it around all the various crystals to hold them all in place. Everything was then polished to perfection.

“You think so?”

“I wouldn't have said it otherwise. I know you've been working for days on this one piece, but, do you have any idea what something like this is worth?”

“No, probably just a couple hundred dollars.”

“Yeah, not happening. Couple thousand, maybe, but more than likely probably a lot higher.”

“Yeah, right.” He said in amazement.

“I'm not kidding Lucky, and I think you should call your pieces Lucky Crystals. Trust me, people will pay lots for this. They may not be truly precious gems, but they're perfect in nearly every way. Let me put it to you this way, if this were made with real precious gems, this piece would likely be twenty to thirty thousand, and I honestly think we should be putting it on for five thousand to start.”

“Yeah, right, now you're just joking.”

“Definitely not joking.”

Lucky had nothing to say, he can feel that Chance really is telling him the truth, even though he does not feel it himself.

“Tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna email the pictures of this to the two men who taught you, and ask them what they think.”

“Why?”

“Because they're both masters, their opinion should mean far more than mine. I see impeccable quality, I think it's truly perfect, but they'll likely see any flaws or faults in it.”

Before Lucky could react, Chance is already taking pictures of the piece at many different angles, to get the best possible photos. He then quickly wrote an email to the two men who had taught Lucky, telling them that this is his first completed piece, and that he would like for them to critique it for Lucky, and give an estimated value of something like it.

“Why'd you do that though?” Lucky asked.

“Because it's important to know.”

“I don't think it is.”

“Ah, but I do, and in this case, I'm ignoring your opinion.” Chance grinned, sticking his tongue out to show that he was not being mean.

Lucky went in to start cleaning up, and about half way through, Chance's phone pinged him, saying he has a message, so he checked it, found that he has a reply from the second guy to come already, and so, he read it.

Chance, are you kidding me, Lucky made that, already?????? There's no way a kid should be making something like that. That's simply too perfect, it shouldn't be possible. I'd liketa come by tomorrow and see it for myself.

So chance replied and told him to come on by at any time throughout the day. Just as he hit send, the first guy replied, and though what he said was different, it amounts to the same thing, and he too asked to come view it in person, so Chance told him the same thing.

The hardest part, though, was making Lucky believe that Chance is not lying to him, so, Chance ended up telling him that he would be called for both viewings.

The next morning, the first guy showed up, and then before Lucky even made it to the office, the second guy also did so, and Chance introduced them to each other, telling them they they had both taught Lucky a lot. When Lucky made it, Chance handed them the piece, and they looked it over, even with magnifying glasses and everything.

“Minimum five thousand, that's what I'd be asking, but, to the right person, this could easily sell for double that.”

“My thoughts exactly. Like I said in my email, it's just too perfect, something like this shouldn't be possible. Even machine made stuff isn't this perfect. Lucky, you have serious talent.”

And Lucky sat down. He looks absolutely green, and for possibly the first time ever, he is truly speechless.

“Thanks Gentlemen, I tried telling him, but of course I'm not an expert, hence my asking your opinion. Do either of you happen to know a professional jewel appraiser?”

“Sure.” They both said, and then gave the name, the same person.

“Excellent, thanks. I'm calling him.”

“I would too. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear these were rubies and diamonds, and everything else.”

“Same.”

“Me too, but, like I said, I'm not the expert.” Chance said, and still Lucky has not been able to speak.

“Well, I haveta be going, so, thanks for letting me come and see the piece in person. Lucky, I expect great things from you, don't let me down.” The one man said, and then the other reiterated the same sentiments before also leaving.

Chance let Lucky stew for several minutes after the men left, and when finally he looked up, Lucky has tears in his eyes, so, Chance went and gave him a hug.

“All my life I was just a useless whore, now this.”

“You were never useless, whore, maybe yes, but certainly not useless. However, who and what you may've been before coming here matters none at all. I promised to help you shine, to become more than you ever thought you would or could be, I think I've held up my end of the bargain, though I'm not stopping yet. What was one of the things you agreed to?”

“To never talk bad about myself.”

“Exactly.”

“I know I'm not a useless whore any more, I feel so much more, well, everything, than I ever did then, and it's all in thanks to you. I know I can't love you the way I wanna, but I think I do love you more than anyone, maybe even Carter.”

“That means more to me than you can know, even though I know you love Carter a great deal. I know you love me more than just the father figure that I am, and I appreciate that, though you know as well as I that nothing will ever come of it. Just so you know, I love you probably the exact same amount, though not as much as I love Zayden.”

“Thanks, that means a lot to me as well.” He said with tears in his eyes, and then flung himself at his savior and hugged him with all the love and strength he has in his still so small body, even if he has already started to grow and fill in lots.

Once Lucky was more presentable again, Chance kicked him out to go to class, since that is really where he is supposed to be, and then called the jewelry appraiser to come see a piece that one of his kids created, to get his professional feedback. He was curious though, because Chance told him everything, so, he decided to come now.

“Thanks for coming, I didn't expect you to drop everything and come right away.” Chance greeted the man.

“You piqued my interest when you said that two of the guys I consider to be better than nearly anyone, were in awe of what your student made. Those two create more stunning fake jewels than almost anyone I know, and they're amongst the very best at it.”

“Good to know, neither ever told me that. Here's the piece that Lucky created though, and just so you know, he's only eleven and a half years old, and has never done anything of the sort 'til he came here just a couple short months ago now.”

“Holy shit, a child made this?” He said in awe, and he had not even started truly inspecting it yet.

“A child he is in age, but only. He is far more than just a mere child though, I promise you that.”

“I believe you.” He said, and then grabbed his jewelers loupe.

For more than half an hour, he inspected the piece, he looked at every facet and detail, he tried to find even so much as one flaw, but could find none.

“No, no way a child made this. I've been appraising jewelry for thirty years, I can tell they're not real jewels, but it's so damned hard that anyone with no real experience would be able to truly tell by eye. The colour, the texture, the detail, it's simply too perfect.”

“I watched him make this piece with my own eyes, he melted down broken old crystal glass ware, added whatever minerals or metals he needed to make it into what they are, and casted them himself. I have only one student here that's even doing this at the moment, and it was he and he alone that made this. Every aspect, including the gold wire framework is all Lucky. Which is why I told him he needsta call his pieces Lucky Crystals.”

“I'm not saying that your boy didn't make this, I'm saying that there's no way he's just a child. No, most masters can't even do this, this shouldn't even be possible from just a child. Some of the very best crystal makers in the world can barely do this, and I personally only know of four others with the talent to make something like this. Then there's how he has it put together, the size, the shape, the proportions, he has an amazing eye for detail. May I take it, I believe that I might just have a buyer who'd happily pay ten to twenty thousand for it.”

“Oh. Wasn't expecting that.” Chance said.

“Nor I. I was curious, I thought I'd get to see stunning, but this surpasses stunning by such a wide margin I'm not sure there's a measurement for it.”

“I'd really rather that you just take pictures and have whomever it is that wants it to come directly to us.”

“Um, yeah, well, that might be difficult. She's kinda not the sorta person you'd bring to a normal school, let alone a place such as this. No insult intended to your incredible school of course, I know and understand just what it is you do here, and it truly is amazing, but, well, she's kinda in line for a throne.”

“Ah, I see, and no insult detected. What would a princess want of what amounts to costume jewelry though?”

“I doubt that she'll care about that. Not to mention, just think about what that'd do for the reputation of the young man who made this, that one of his pieces is being worn by royalty.”

“He'll likely shit his diaper, to tell you the truth.”

“Diapered or not, most masters would shit themselves with that knowledge.”

“No kidding. Okay, let's say I did give it to you, what can you give that'd prove that you're not gonna steal it, or the money?”

“Honestly, I can offer nothing but my word. I know your schools motto, I know you like and understand that, but still, dealing with something like this, one would usually want at least a little more. There's simply nothing I can give that'd prove anything. I'd offer to pay, but what I could pay is but a stipend of what this truly is worth. I'm not a rich man, but I know rich people, and I know quality when I see it, and this is all that, and more.”

“That's good enough for me. I trust you'll keep at least ten percent for selling it.”

“No, I know what you do here, and I know what that money can mean to you, and I couldn't possibly accept any payment.”

“Nonsense, you still haveta be paid.”

“Okay, fine, but no more than five percent.”

“Do you haveta travel to go to her?”

“No, as it just so happens, she's already here, having me appraise a few of her pieces.”

“Really, you're that sought after.”

“There's only about ten others who have the same experience as I have, and I'm one of only three who can detect fakes without a computer. Almost no matter what you give me, I can tell you exactly what it is, and in many cases which mine it came from even.”

“Oh. And you live here?”

“Well, this is where I was born and raised, so it's home.” He shrugged.

“So, it's perfect that she's here now. When will you know?”

“I'm meeting with her tonight, so I'll likely know then, so I'll come and talk to you tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Would you tell me about the young man who created this, so that I can tell her?”

“Of course.” Chance said, and then told the poor man, who almost looks like he is about to puke, all about who Lucky is and what he has lived through already.

“The poor boy, how is he even still alive with his sanity intact?”

“The same way every other kid here is, sheer power of determination, and the unwillingness to just lay down and die.”

“I couldn't have done it, I wouldn't have had the strength, no wonder the poor boy can do this, if he can survive that.”

“And sadly, he's not even the worst case I've got right now, nor have had in the past.”

“And I ask that you not tell me, just hearing his tale has sickened me more than I care to admit.”

“I know. Well, just because I felt that this piece needed something to display it properly, I worked on this 'til four this morning, so, if you'd pass it back, I'll put it in its box.” Chance said, and then pulled out a truly stunning box that he had custom made to fit the broach.

“Whoa, no wonder the kids do amazing things if you can make this in one night. This box is damn near as perfect and stunning as the broach is.”

“Thank you, woodworking is my passion, right behind helping all these kids become more than they could ever dream.”

“And it shows, in so many ways.”

“Thanks.”

“And now, I must leave. Thank you so much for inviting me today, and I hope that you call me to appraise many more for Lucky in the future.”

Chance decided not to tell Lucky until he knew anything. The following morning, Chance received the call he was waiting for, and asked if he and someone else could come and meet Lucky, so, curious, Chance said certainly. Half an hour later, Chance and Lucky were there in the main entrance and seating area to greet the appraiser and the lady that he had brought. Chance had never met royalty before, but he suspects that he is about to, just from her looks and how regal her every motion is.

“Chance, good to see you again, and I'm guessing this young man is Lucky?”

“Good to see you as well, and yes, this is Lucky.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you Lucky, and to both, I'd like to introduce Princess Jessica, when I showed her your piece Lucky, and told her who you were, she insisted that I set this meeting up, even though her flight was supposed to leave an hour ago.”

“P...p...p...princess!” Lucky stuttered in shock.

“I'm just like any other person, not like you, no, you are truly special. You truly created this wonderful piece?” She said, opening up the box that Chance had made, to reveal his broach.

“Yes Ma'am.” He stuttered even more.

“I have many pieces that are made with perfectly flawless and exceedingly expensive jewels that do not please the eye near as much as this does. Not only are the crystals that you made perfect in virtually every way possible, but the design of the piece is second to none. You Sir are a true artist, and I would very much like to purchase this piece from you. What would you like for it.”

“Um....um....um....um.”

“You'll haveta forgive him, we're barely usedta seeing normal people around here, the most important person we've ever had here was the head of the local school board, so, someone of your, well, caliber I suppose would be the best way to say it, is totally unheard of. Lucky's also barely used to talking to anyone, since he's been here such a short time still.” Chance said.

“I understand. I was told of your story Lucky, it is truly sickening that you have had to go through anything close to what you have lived through, but please, do not be nervous around me, I am just another person. Now, please, how much would you like for this?”

“I don't know Ma'am, I don't think it's worth more than just a couple hundred dollars, but Chance and the others said it was worth way more than that.”

“Oh dear, a couple hundred dollars. That would not even pay for one of the small crystals in this piece. No, my opening offer for this piece, if you are open to accepting offers, of course, is twenty thousand dollars.”

And that is when Lucky passed out. Chance was thankfully fast enough to catch him before he hit the ground.

“It seems you've shocked him.” Chance laughed.

“Was it too low?” She giggled.

“Yeah, that's the problem.” Chance laughed as well.

Chance took Lucky to the nearest couch and laid him down, and left him there until he came back around.

“Will he be okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, but I suspect that his diaper will be rather full when he wakes.”

“Oh, he is forced to wear diapers, at his age?”

“Not forced, it's his choice, as it is mine as well. He and I both have similar issues, we could use catheters to resolve the issue, but we both chose diapers for the same reasons, they are far more comfortable.”

“Oh, I see, I apologize if I have offended you.”

“My Lady, there is little that you could possibly say that would offend me. My school's motto, as well as my own personal one at that, is,” he said, and then quoted it, “which, simply put, means that about the only way you could possibly offend me is if you were to lie to me. We have an issue that's easily resolved in this manner, yet, I have and have had several diaper lovers here, boys and girls alike that did not need them, yet they too chose to wear every day. Every other kink, perversion, fetish, or what have you, we see them all here. More than half these kids are here because of whatever perversion they have made them undesirable to their parents, who then promptly threw out the garbage. I take all the garbage that society throws away, and turn them into better people than their parents ever would or could be.”

“It is no small wonder that you have children as astounding as young Lucky here, when I feel that you are truly just as wonderful. I wish there were people like you in my country, we too suffer from many the same issues, it is a blight upon our existence to know that such atrocities befall our youngest and most vulnerable, and that so little is done for them. I would be honored if you would tell me how you do all this, so that maybe, just maybe, we can also do so, to help our young to not be what yours most assuredly would have become without your guidance.”

“Thank you My Lady, your compliment is very appreciated. I do only what I do because of my savior before me, for this truly is all his doing and model. I too was once in these kids' shoes, I walked the very same gutters and sewers that these children did, I too was dragged into my Last Chance School, told that there were only two options for me, school or jail. Trust me, school was the last place I thought I'd end up, and it was, bar none, the very best thing to have ever happened to me. When my boyfriend and I graduated university, we moved here, to another garbage dump, and started cleaning up the trash. There is much I could tell you, however, both Peter, my savior, and I, have already written a full report on all that we do, what and why we do it, what's needed to be done for us to do so, so if you'd like, I'd happily offer a copy of that to you. To see our good work spread to other countries even would be more than we could ever hope for.”

“I would very much love a copy of that report, and now I wish I could meet this Peter.”

“Sadly we don't get to see each other all that often, but we've visited when we can. He's getting older now, but he still has many years of saving children in him, and when he goes, he will have a heroes funeral, for he has saved more than twenty thousand children now.”

“Sounds like a truly great man, one that I can tell that you love a great deal.”

“Always have, always will. As so many of my children love me, and I them, I think of every one of the children that I have had through my doors as my own, since, let's face it, most of these kids has never had a proper parental unit.”

“I can tell. Your children are truly blessed to have you, even though many have had what amounts to a horrific start.”

“Again, I thank you.”

“And I thank you. Now, sadly I really must leave, I had to postpone my flight to meet Lucky, and I would happily do so a hundred times more, however, my flight leaves in just about two hours, and we are still half an hour from the airport. Would you be willing to accept the offer in Lucky's absence?”

“It truly is more than we need?”

“Nonsense. It will be money very well spent, for I have been told how you pay for this school, so I feel that this will be a most excellent donation, though I do so hope that Lucky will get at least some of it as well.”

“Of course, all my students get a percentage of all monies that they earn, I put it into trust for them. It helps them after school, of course, but then, on top of all that, I also ensure that they get whatever schooling that they want free as well. The school pays for a lot, but I make sure that they get every scholarship, grant, bursary, and or penny that I can get for them as well. We all help each other, we all work together to make us all better, so, have no fears whatever, my children get all that they give, and hopefully more.”

“From talking to you, I have no fears there, whatsoever.”

“Good. If you'd give me just a few moments, I can go grab the report.”

“I would very much appreciate that.”

Chance ran off and was back only a minute or so later. She was shocked at the size of the report.

“Good grief, how many pages are here?”

“Seven hundred and ninety three. However, several hundred pages are dedicated solely on how to detect and fix almost all forms of dyslexia that I've found, since we've found that a very good portion of the homeless people, children and adults alike, are illiterate due to dyslexia. Believe me, that is our single largest area of difficulty, and so therefore improvement, and why that much in this report is dedicated strictly to it.”

“Impressive. While you were gone, I took the liberty of setting up an electronic money transfer, all I will need is your email address.”

“Oh, okay, thanks, that makes it easy.”

“Yes, I do so love that feature. Now, just so you know, you will not need to pay any commissions on this sale, I took care of that already, your price is what your wonderful school gets.”

“Oh, that is overly generous of you.”

“No, it is about right. Of course, my father will likely have strong words for me for buying more, when I already have so much, and he often complains that I will single handedly cause our country to go bankrupt. Ah, he will come around when he sees this, as well as hears the tale. However, this piece is not for me, it is for my mother, she will adore it, I assure you.”

“Oh, I'll have to tell Lucky that. Please tell your mother that she is getting the very first Lucky Crystal jewelry piece, and that we hope that she enjoys it for years to come.”

“Thank you, and I am certain that she will.”

“Well, you have a flight to catch, and I should probably try and wake Lucky up before too long.”

“Oh, yes, you are correct, I truly must leave. Please thank Lucky for me, and I hope to purchase more from him in the future.”

“I'll do so. Check our website, that is where all pieces will be displayed.”

They were gone only a minute later.

“I know you're awake, and I don't blame you for staying where and how you were, that was a huge amount to take in, and even I filled my diaper damn near to capacity.”

“How'd you know?”

“I know a fake sleep when I see it, I've been teaching for way too long to not be able to tell. I know you did truly pass out, and you were out of it for quite a while, which no one blames you for, but I know you woke up several minutes ago.”

“Oh.”

“How you holding up?”

“Good, I guess. She really liked it, she wasn't lying, was she?”

“Even if you could afford to do so, would you ever pay twenty thousand dollars for something and not like it?”

“No, but then, I doubt I'd ever pay that much for anything.”

“Fair enough, but one day soon, you will.”

Lucky said nothing further to this, and headed back to class after going and changing himself in the nurses room, because he is rather full now.