Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2010 08:58:43 +0000 (GMT)
From: MICHEL <ysfm_yb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marc Math teacher

This is a work of fiction.  That is not to say no facts or real events are
included, only that the people and the Beneficial are fictional.  If you
have a problem with homosexual behavior, sex between men and boys, men and
men, boys and boys and the male and female, you should not read it.  If you
are under some legal age as defined in your home place, you know what to
do.

Marc Math teacher Part 1


     Once upon a time there was this maths teacher.  He was a really great
guy, not built too bad for being 40 years old.  He was pretty good looking
even if he did say so himself.

     Oops!

     Okay, I'm that maths teacher. I've been doing it for years and I love
to teach maths to children. Of course, it's best when the kids are open to
soaking in the skills I bring them, but I've learned that a lot of that is
up to me.


     Sometimes, getting through to a child is just a matter of a little hug
once in a while and telling them how well they're doing.  Sometimes, I have
to go a little further and help them out.  I really enjoy it when they look
up and realize how well they've done; how much they've learned.

     I think I am able to build up a rapport with my classes and it shows
when so many of them come back to say, 'Hi!' I have to admit that at the
age of the kids I'm teaching now, the girls seem to pick it up quickly,
while the guys keep looking out the window, thinking of the next ball game
or bike ride they have to look forward to.  It seemed to happen every year.

     So, when four of my boys started to lag behind, it really didn't
surprise me and it didn't concern me at first.

     The four boys were all between thirteen and fourteen, ready to go into
high school the following year.  That meant that they had to have good
skills honed to be able to keep up with the rigours of a new school and
it's demands. They were Jamie, Francis, Devon and Brandon. I knew something
about Jamie because I had his older brother, George, two years before.
George was a pretty good student and seemed to be very popular.

     One common denominator with these four boys was their looks. Each was
strikingly beautiful, cute and adorable. A little young to be handsome yet,
though. I was sure not to let them hear me say they were adorable, but when
they were by themselves their individual charms seemed to pour out of them.
I will have to say that I noticed that when they got together, there were
all kinds of smirks and pointing that meant that they were truly normal
young teens, ready to venture into some fun once in a while.

     They also spent a lot of time looking out the windows instead of
concentrating on my lessons.

     When something becomes overwhelming, there are times when the learning
stops and the anguish takes over.  I've had kids that couldn't care less
that they were trailing behind the other kids.  That type of child needed
extra special help to get on track.  They took a large amount of time and
would usually do better with a private tutor.

     But these boys had stayed with the program through the first part of
the year.  It was after the Christmas break that it became clear that they
were slipping behind.  The important thing was they showed some concern for
their predicament.  That was encouraging.  It made me want to help them
through their struggles.  It seemed as though they just didn't understand
the maths concepts I was showing the class and I wanted to help them.

     So one day, after class, I asked them to stick around for a minute so
we could talk.  As soon as I said that they looked shocked, until I told
them everything was going to be okay.

     We started talking about some normal things, to kind of break the ice.
I saw them begin to relax then even joke around a bit.  Before they got too
rambunctious I decided to rein them in and get to the point.

     "Boys, I want to talk about maths, I'm afraid."

     Groans.

     "Do we hafta?" asked Devon.

     "Yeah, we hafta," I said, emphasizing the slang.  "I was concerned
when I saw your scores slipping. I also noticed that you all looked a
little lost when I try to explain new material to you."

     "It's cuz its hard stuff, teach.  I haven't got a clue what you're
doin' on that board half the time," said Jamie.

     "Yeah, and the other half of the time we still don't have no clue,
huh, guys?" said Brandon.

     The guys nodded and kind of half-laughed.

     "Okay, guys, I'm not upset.  If you aren't getting the material I
present it's my fault, not yours. I should be presenting it in a way that
everyone can catch on. It seems I'm not."

     I could see the boys relaxing again, like some of the pressure was off
of them.  Still I didn't want them to get out of their responsibility.

     "The bottom line is this, I want to help.  I want to come up with a
plan that we can work on to improve your maths skills and so, make you feel
better about your efforts.  So, how can I help?"  I wanted them to feel
like they came up with the idea.  That always seemed to be a good way to
get the kids I helped to be more tuned into their work when they had a say.

     Remember those normal kids I'd been talking about?  Well, they put
their heads together and started to whisper.  It wasn't all whispers
either.  There seemed to be a bit of giggling too.  But soon they
straightened up and turned back toward me.

     It was Devon, the oldest and biggest of the four, that held my
attention.  He was certainly cute but the look on his face was a bit
different than I'd noticed before. In fact, the other boys shared pretty
much the same look.  He was looking right into my eyes and wouldn't stop
looking at me in a strange way that I couldn't understand.

     His look continued to confuse me for what seemed a long time to me.
It was all I could do to not blush.

     "Um, what do you think would help, boys?"

     There were some giggles and some more stares.  It was beginning to
make me feel a little uncomfortable.  But I was determined to let it go and
get them some help.

     "Okay, guys, I realize this new maths can be hard to understand. How
would it be if I found a way to give each of you extra lessons, with one on
one attention so you can feel free to spend the time on the information you
need?"

     Well, it must have been the right thing to say because they all lit up
like I'd given them tickets to the super bowl.

     "If that sounds okay with each of you, I can ask your parents if you
can each be available to come to my house for a few private lessons or
whatever it takes to provide you with the time you need."

     Brandon smiled and said, "That's a good idea if it's you, Teach, who
gives the lessons."

     They wanted me to give them the extra lessons? That really surprised
me because I was thinking they weren't interested in the way I taught the
lesson.

     "Well, okay, I suppose.  So tell your parents and see what they think
about it... "

     They smiled and I turned to walk to my desk.  They started moving out
of the room but I could swear that, when I turned toward them, they were
leering at me a little out of the corners of their eyes.

     They left the classroom.  I was surprised at how out of breath I was.
That hadn't happened before.  After all, I just wanted to help.


     By the end of the day, with ideas rolling around in my head of what I
was about to commit to, I finally drove home, exhausted.

     Why am I telling you all that? Because I think that at that moment my
life changed in a big way.  I just had no idea what that was.

     I don't want to tell you right now how it changed. I want to tell you
more about my life before this change. I had a wife and a child, a boy who
was eleven and a half at the time.

     My wife, Hélène, is French and she's very special to me. Sometimes I
don't understand what she thinks about life. She doesn't understand some
things in America. As an example : She doesn't understand why the
politicians are so close to religion in a great democracy.  Another thing
that makes her laugh is when a man who has had sex with a woman other than
his wife he then needs to apologize in front of the whole world on
television. She always says, "I don't care what he does in bed if it was
with his wife or with anybody else. It's a private thing. If his wife
doesn't care, I don't care and if his wife cares, she needs to leave him
and I still don't care."

     For the religion issue, she thinks the same thing; it's private.

     She hates a big car so we have had small French cars.  So, everyone
calls me the Frenchman, but I don't care; I feel good.

     My son,Vincent, was eleven and a half then and he's a great kid to
this day. I have always been so proud of him. He was always doing his
homework alone and just asks for help when something is too complicated for
him to understand. He's always been a very popular boy in his school and
each class and always had a lot of friends.

     So I parked my car and went into the house as always. My son was in
his bedroom finishing his homework and my wife was in the kitchen preparing
our dinner. I talked to her about the idea of me giving the four boys
private lessons with me as their teacher.

     "Yes," she said.  "It's a great idea. You're the best teacher in this
country and the only one that can make boys love maths. So do it. Vincent
won't be mad at you if you give extra lessons to other boys. He's old
enough to understand it."

     "I'm old enough to what?" asked Vincent as he walked into the kitchen.

     "You're father is going to give extra, private lessons to four boys
who need his help."

     "Great! Who are they? Do I know them?"

     "I don't know if I can tell you who they are. It's a private lesson
and I don't know if they want everybody to know this."

     "Oh! Come on, Dad. You can trust me; I won't tell anyone, and if they
come to the house to take the lessons I'll see them so..."

     "Yes, you've got a point as always... They are : Jamie, Devon, Brandon
and Francis. But you know it's only an idea, so far. Before we start, I
need to see and talk to their parents."

     "Wow cool. I know Jamie, so if he works here, he can become my
friend," says Vincent.

     "Hey, Son, if it works, they will come here to have a maths lesson,
not to play with you!"

     My son looked at me like a pouting puppy.

     "You're a devil. Don't look at me like that and have a seat. We have
to eat."

     After dinner the phone rang. Vincent answered and called to me.

     "Dad, it's for you."

     "Hello?"

     "Sorry to disturb you this evening. I'm the mother of Devon. He just
told how he and his friends Jamie, Brandon and Francis need maths tutoring
and asked me if I could call you and ask you if you can give them private
lessons. I called the other mothers and they all agreed that I should ask
you if you can do it. We all know how concerned you always are about our
boys. Your price will be OK to us whatever it is."

     "Thank you very much," I replied, quite flattered by her kind
remarks. "I will be very happy to help them in any way I can."

     I heard Devon say "YES! " behind his mother.

     "Honey, could you stop screaming in my ear, please. Sorry, you see how
happy he is already. I'll call the other mothers to tell them the good
news."

     "Thank you. So when do you want me to start?"

     "As soon as possible. So, after classes tomorrow, you can drive the
boys back to my house and we'll chat about the price and other
things. Bye. See you tomorrow."

     "Bye. See you tomorrow," I tried to say before she hung up.

     I stood there with the phone in my hand. I was once again surprised
that things seemed to be going so quickly. There was something I still
didn't understand.

     My son laughed at me just standing like that.

     "Hey, Dad, you're funny. You seem confused. Is there something about
all this that's so difficult to understand?"

     "No. Tomorrow I will meet their mums and make arrangements for the
boys to come here for their individual lessons."

     "So, my darling, why do you look as though there is something wrong?"
asked my wife.

     "No, not at all. I was just thinking it's going so quick. I'm sorry,
but I have to work tonight. I have to work on their first lesson."

     "Vincent, time to go to bed," says my wife.

     "Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad. and don't be afraid. You're a good
teacher. You can do it even if you haven't had enough time to prepare it as
you usually would."

     I went into my office and prepared a lesson for the four boys. They
were always in my mind during this work and, for some reason my mind was
very confused. I didn't understand why I felt so scared about these
lessons. I couldn't put my finger on it.

     After I finished preparing the lesson, I stayed there thinking about
the boys and how I had noticed when they were having a little talk together
and how Devon looked me straight in my eyes. I didn't understand why ...

     I entered our bedroom with my cock hard and wanted to enjoy some sex
with my wife. She was reading a book when she saw me enter. She set the
book on the table and stripped naked and opened her legs.

     "Come, Darling. You need some release. You work so hard. The boys are
very lucky to have you as their teacher."

     The sex with my wife that night was very hot and very good. I fell
asleep soon after our lovemaking.

     During that night I had a very hot dream - As I went to my bedroom my
wife was under the sheets, so I sat on the bed and felt her under the
sheet. Her head started to go to my crotch and she began to suck my dick
and give the very best blowjob I have ever had. So, I started to feel her
back and feel her ass. Then I started to caress her thigh and move to her
clit. She turned around slowly. As I grabbed a small dick, I looked at her
in her eyes. She wasn't my wife but Devon!

     I woke up at that moment, very confused and I felt wet in the front of
my pyjama pants. I felt the sheet under me but, thankfully, it wasn't
wet. I sat up, very upset, thinking I had pee'd in the bed but that wasn't
pee. I had a wet dream and had cum as I was dreaming...

     I got up and went to the toilet. I took my pants off and felt it. It
was definitely cum.

     I was sitting on the toilet very confused. I had just had a wet dream,
and what a dream...  I couldn't remember when I had a wet dream before. It
must have been when I was 12 or 13 years old.  At that time I was dreaming
about my English teacher, a cute young woman with big breasts. Now, all of
a sudden, I'm having a wet dream about a young boy who was giving me a
blowjob!

     What's going on?

     I'm not gay, I had never dreamt about any guys or certainly not a
boy. It's crazy to even think about it, to say nothing of being wrong to
think about letting a young, attractive, eager boy . . .  No, it's just
wrong! I love my wife and my son and don't want to have problems with the
law.'

     So I decided to go back to sleep and the next day I would phone the
parents of the children and say I can't teach them any extra lessons. I
changed my pyjamas and went back to bed.

     The next morning, I woke up and I was alone in the bed. My wife was in
the kitchen making our breakfast. I could hear my son and my wife
chatting. I dressed and when I walked into the kitchen my wife looked up
from her cooking when she heard me come into the room.

     "Sleep well?"

     "Yes. Of course"

     "Are you sure? You moved all the time and were moaning like you do
when..."  Of course, she had to giggle at the last part. I could only hope
that she thought the dreams were about her and I . . .

     "Well, I don't remember."

     "Dad was afraid because he hasn't had enough time to prepare his
private lesson... hahaha! But you'll do well, Dad, I know it. You're the
best!"  God, I loved that boy.  He always had a positive attitude and
delivered encouragement to me more often than the daily paper got to our
house.

     "As our son says, you're the best, I know you more than you think, we
have been together a long time. You can trust us, when we say you're the
best. Don't be afraid, and if I can help you in anyway just ask me. I'll be
there for you."

     "Mom, are you a maths teacher? I was thinking that you're a French
teacher."

     "Hey! Son, it's not because I teach French that I don't understand
Maths. I can help you in Maths when your father isn't there and he knows
more than me that's the truth. But, I can help him in some way you can't
understand son!"

     "Like what Mom?"

     "It's not your business... Only me and your father can understand. And
don't expect me to explain it. And it's time for you to take your bus to
school, so hurry up and don't be late, my dear."

     Our son left the kitchen and goes to his room and collects his school
bag.

     "Hey Vincent, come here and give us a kiss before you leave." Says
Hélène.

     "I love you Dad."

     "Me too. Have a great day."

     "Same for you Mom, Love you Mom."

     "Love you dear, see you this afternoon."

     He left. I still remained in the kitchen confused about what my wife
was saying about knowing me more than I think..

     "Hey darling sit down and eat your breakfast or you'll be late for
your big day at school. Still dreaming? The night isn't enough, you need to
do it during the day now ?"

     I sat down, and started to concentrate on my breakfast, I was very
afraid about what my wife had said. Did she know my feelings which had
caused my wet dream ?... Perhaps I had said something in my sleep. I can't
remember what I really said last night if anything at all, but what if she
heard something? I was too afraid to ask her.

     She sat in front of me and took my hand :

     "Darling, I mean it when I say you can trust me and tell me what makes
you feel confused this morning. You can take your time if you need more
time. But just one thing, don't lie to me, OK. And by the way take all the
time you need with the boys, they really need your help, don't let them
down when they are relying on you. You can help them to understand their
Maths. Tonight Vincent will go to his friend's house after school, and I'll
give a French lesson to the paper delivery boy. He called me this morning
and I said "yes". So perhaps he'll be here when you get back for your
lesson with one of the four boys."

     I take this opportunity to ask her more questions and because I need
more time to understand what she tells me and to understand my feelings but
I feel that she can read my mind perhaps more than I can....

     " Who is this boy who wants the French lessons ?"

     "You don't remember the cute delivery boy we have, you're kidding me
hahaha."

     "No, Sorry I'm not..."

     "Oh darling, your mind is too busy because of the other four boys. His
name is Peter you have seen him a few times when you come back from
school... Oh speaking of school, we have chatted so much you'll be late. Go
on my darling, and remember I love you and trust you."

     So I left the house to go to school. It was a hard school day because
I had classes all the day and because of my lack of sound sleep the night
before, to say nothing of . . . the dream. It was difficult during the
classes to not think about it.  Every time a class ended and a new one
began, I looked to see if one of the boys would appear, even though I knew
that my last lesson was with all of the four boys.

     As the kids entered the classroom, I felt very uncomfortable and the
lesson wasn't going too good because I wasn't feeling too good.  The thing
was, those kids weren't idiots, especially when it came to reading people.
They could feel that I wasn't up to par; hell, I wasn't even close. After
half an hour I stopped the lesson and gave them some exercises to practice
because I needed to get control of myself. I sat at my desk and looked at
the children doing their exercises. Then my eyes stopped on Devon. He
wasn't working at all. He was looking out of the window, having a daydream.

     "Devon, since you're looking outside, it means you've finished your
exer..."

     He turned from the window and looked right at me. He wouldn't stop
staring at me. It seemed like it took forever for me to come back to
reality; I don't remember.  I just hoped it wasn't so long that the other
kids noticed.


     Then he answered me. "No sir. I don't understand the work..."

     "So," I stammered. "So," I stuttered. "So . . ."

     All the children were looking at me by then.  Like I said, they were
not idiots and could read people like a book.  I could only hope my book
was closed up tight to them. I was scared. I needed to recover and get my
head out of my ass.

     "So, who can explain to Devon the exercise that's on the board?" Lucky
for me; I found the right way to have time to recover.

     A girl waved her hand so I asked her to explain the exercise to the
whole class. I used the time to try to explain to myself why I couldn't
speak more. I was very scared that every one understood why I hadn't spoken
more during the class. Devon wasn't looking at the girl but at me with a
concerned look.

     The class finally finished and my heart was pounding very fast in my
chest. The four boys were waiting for me outside the school, near my car.

     "Oh, you know my car?"

     "Of course, Sir. Everyone in the school knows your ..." Jamie started
to say.  But before he was finished he was stopped by Francis.

     I laughed, "It's okay, boys. I know that it doesn't matter so jump in
and we'll drive to Devon's house."

     I was very nervous and tried to not look at Devon. I knew if I looked
at him, we'd all die in a car crash or at least I'd have a heart attack.  I
tried to think how I needed to say no to the mothers. I couldn't clear my
mind to think.  As hard as I tried to think of other things, all my senses
insisted on taking in what was going on in the car.  The smell of four boys
after a day of classes assaulted my nose like an army, filling me with an
aphrodisiac that went right to my head.  Yes, the little one, down below.
The sounds of their bantering back and forth, though I couldn't concentrate
on their words, sent my heart fluttering like a little girl in love.  And
when Devon, in the front seat, turned to talk to the others and, oh my god,
brushed his bare arm against mine, I almost hit the car in front of us.

     By the time we got to Devon's house, I was a sweaty, shaking mess.  I
didn't even know if I had the strength to get out of the car.

     I parked the car in the driveway and all the boys jumped out of the
car and ran into the house where all the parents were waiting for me at the
door. I got out the car much more slowly and was terrified for my first
time. I couldn't understand why this was so terrible for me. Okay, in
truth, I knew why I was terrified.  It was because of the strange feelings
I'd been having, but I couldn't tell them that. That was why I needed to
cancel the whole extra lessons idea.

     The parents let me in and we went into the living room.  The boys all
went to Devon's room whilst I talked to their parents.

     As we all sat I started to tell the parents, "I don't know if I'm the
best teacher to do this because I am their teacher at school and if some
other teacher, parent or student finds out, I might have some problems."

     All the parents looked very upset by what I just told them.  Then
Devon's mother looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Listen, I don't
understand why you're saying this.  You set the boys up, letting them
expect these classes. It's the first time I've seen my son very happy to
have a maths lesson. He will be very disappointed to hear that you don't
want to teach him now.

     "I agree said Francis' father. "And, by the way, I called your
headmaster and he didn't see any objection about you giving our children
private lessons. I wouldn't want to call him back and complain that now you
are refusing. Francis is very excited about having private lessons,"

     "Brandon has the same feeling. I think all the boys trust you, even
if, for now, they don't show you. They try to make you proud of them, but
unfortunately they seem to have lost for now. Please don't take this chance
away from them."

     "Yes, Marc, I know what a good teacher you are. All the kids in the
school want you as their teacher. You had my oldest son, George, two years
ago. I would have liked you to see how George jumped for joy in the kitchen
when Jamie came home from his first day at school and said that you were
his maths teacher."

     Devon's father added, "You know better than we do how much our sons
don't like maths but they do like you. I understand it's a hard challenge
for you. So we have all agreed to just pay you the price you mention for
these lessons.  Whatever it is, we'll agree to it. But be aware that the
four boys in the other room need your help and they have grown to trust
you. And I must say that my son seems to trust you more than he trusts
me. I'm okay with that. I'm not jealous, ha ha ha. But I beg you to see
your obligation to these boys all the way through."

     After that they all waited for my response. I was very surprised about
this turn of events.  I wasn't prepared for their request to come on as
strongly as it did.  They'd all, evidently, talked about the lessons a
great deal and seemed almost more enthusiastic about them than their
children. I certainly wasn't aware of all that had been going on.

     So, there was no way that I could let these boys down.  I couldn't
bear to know that they felt bad about something I'd caused. I didn't want
them to feel bad about me, ever.

     "Okay, I can give it a try. But I prefer to keep this class a bit
secret.  If it gets around the school, I may have a pile of students lined
up wanting extra lessons."

     "Okay," they all said.

     "And I need the boy's to try their very best and..."

     "Okay," said Devon's mother. "You organize your classes the way that
suits you and the boys, and you have to tell the boys, not us. It's not our
problem." She laughed as though she was enjoying some relief, as though a
huge burden was lifted from her shoulders.

     "And if they need punishment or reward it's up to you. We will never
come to you to interfere between you and the boys. You have to find a good
way to make the boys love maths," said Francis' mother. She, too, looked
relieved that I had changed my mind and decided to take on the boys'
lessons.  In fact, when I looked at the other two parents, they too looked
as relieved, expressing it with smiles on their happy faces.

     Then the boys ran into the living room and asked when the first class
would start.

     Four beautiful boys, smiles taking over their cute faces, expressing
their bubbling enthusiasm for what was about to come. As I gazed on their
excited faces I felt a stirring in my loins, as though I was also about to
cum.  Even so, I pulled myself together, and with all the strength I had
left I said with great confidence,

     "Tomorrow! But first we must draw lots to see which order you come to
me for your first private lesson."

     What I have in front of me 4 Slim boys :
     Devon the eldest is 14 years, a boy with small dark hair and brown
eyes which are very intense. Sometimes when he thinks and concentrated his
eyes become more black... Brandon is 13 short brown hair and chestnut
eyes. Francis is 13,5 short brown hair with green eyes the smallest of the
boys. And Jamie the youngest at almost 13 with blond hair a bit long and
always going in anyway it wants... He has blue eyes. He was very different
than his older brother if I remember his brother, he's a bit chubby green
eyes and short brown hair. How long I take to look at them and describe
them. I forgot the time, I look at my watch mmmm.. Just few minutes so they
don't see I was day dreaming about them...

     I left and went back home. During my drive back, I was dreaming a lot
about these boys and my dick was very hard... I parked the car and tried to
hide my hard dick. I didn't want my wife see me like that. I walked to the
front door and when I went to open it, it opened suddenly and the paper boy
just walked out saying goodbye to my wife and thanked her very much for her
help. She answered : "You're always welcome, see you tomorrow." I saw she
had the biggest smile I ever knew on her face. But Peter didn't see me and
walked straight into me as I walked towards him. I couldn't do anything to
avoid him. He was on me I had just the time to hold him in my arms to stop
us both falling down. My wife was laughing loud. Peter felt very surprised
like me so we stayed as we were for a bit to recover our balance. I held
him close to me. And the only thing I was thinking is "Holy shit, he can
feel my hard dick and will say something" But nothing came from his
mouth. After a few seconds to help him past the surprise he was smiling ear
to ear and didn't try to stop me holding him close. We looked at each
other. I had time to see him properly and Peter was a strong looking, young
man of just 16. He had thick brown hair on a handsome head with a chiselled
jaw and grey steely eyes that ignite one's imagination as they look right
through you. He wasn't overly tall, about my height, an inch or two above
Hélène.  I had time to feel his body, his arms and chest were naturally
muscled and his abs tapered to a narrow waist which accented his hips and
his legs looked like he rode a bicycle hard, all the time. My wife still
laughing came to us and said. "Enough guys, you can disconnect each other,
no-one will fall down now, I guess." I started to become red and Peter did
also so we pulled away from each other and I saw him look very quickly at
my crotch and then look straight in my eyes with a big smile say : "Sorry
Marc I didn't see you come in when I left. I'm glad to see you even if I
haven't more time now for a chat. I hope next time we can do more." And I
saw him make a wink. Holy shit his smile made him look all the more
illusive and attractive to me. Did my wife see him like I saw him?  And
then he left. I still stayed like that and looked at him as he was going
away. It was my wife who asked me if I wanted to enter or prefer to stay
out of the house all night. I entered the house and I shut the door but
before it was closed I had time to look at Peter leaving and see how he was
walking and his ass moved in a way which said to my mind. You can have it
if you want it... Then I noticed I couldn't see any indication of any
underwear through the material as though he was wearing nothing under his
jeans!!....

     "You want some ?" asked my wife.  I jumped and looked very scared. Did
she read my mind?  No, she was holding a glass of wine and smiling, "Sorry
to scare you darling."

     "Oh, yes please, I think I need one."

     "I will be pleased to give it to you, I don't mind."

     What are we talking about, my mind was so confused but she came right
in front of me and gave me the glass... I really needed to calm myself down
and stop thinking of this boy or the other four boys. I had a beautiful
wife and a son. I had all I want in this life. I need to stop it right
now. We sat on the couch.  "Peter is so funny, I like to give him lessons
and I think you could appreciate him as I like him. You need to know him
like I do. You have the same taste."

     She continued, "Yes darling, we had a hard time to begin with but as I
always say : Work hard and Play hard. When you work you need to have fun at
the same time...."

     "Yes, you're right." I answer, trying to not think, because if I start
to think I will see that what she says I can understand another meaning and
I need to stop thinking.

     "I need to do a bit more work on my lesson for the boy tomorrow, does
that bother you? It is my first private lesson with a boy tomorrow. "Take
your time. You have to do the right thing with the boys and find a good way
to make them love maths. But don't forget work hard play hard too. And the
boy will love it."

     Ding again in my mind. I walked to my desk and worked on my lesson for
tomorrow. We ate together because our son was away, he had a sleepover
until Sunday night. After dinner I took my shower and after it I walked in
the bedroom.  My wife was on the bed sleeping or pretending to. "Are you
awake Hélène ?" "Yes, but I need some rest, as I say we did a hard lesson
today I need to sleep. I'm sorry darling good night."

     I stayed like that with my need to fuck. But I was tired so I was soon
asleep.

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