Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 00:19:24 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 3

This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations
and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own
fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm
happy to hear your thoughts about the story.

My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is
helpful in motivating me to write.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com

Naked School Teacher

Chapter 3

On Monday following the Saturday trip to the beach with Macdonald, Carter
and Smith, David was surprised and gratified to see the change in the
boys. Not only were they well-behaved and attentive, but they also kept the
other kids in line. They didn't do this overtly, but would just shoot a
vitriolic glance in the direction of any boy who gave David lip. The other
boys soon got the message that Mr. Jones was `off-limits' to fooling around
and baiting, though from their expressions, David surmised that they didn't
know why.

David found himself gradually relaxing with this class, and he began to
quite enjoy talking with "his" three boys, finding them intelligent,
perceptive and fun. All four of them were careful to avoid giving any hint
of what had gone on that day on the beach, or to appear to be overly
familiar. David still called them by their last names, though they now
called him, "Mr. Jones" whereas before they never called him anything, as
if he were beneath their notice.

If any one of them got a moment alone with him, they would comment on the
weekend, say how much fun it was, and hope they could do something again
with him.

A couple of weeks after the Saturday at Camber, the three arrived late for
class one day, and David seized the opportunity to ask them to stay behind
after. With his back to the rest of the class, David winked at them as he
said it, so they'd know they weren't in trouble but that he was just using
the excuse for the four of them to be together without raising any
suspicions. It also made the class think that they were in trouble, and
that just served to enhance David's reputation as a budding disciplinarian.

When the rest of the boys had left David closed the door on the four of
them, "Okay, guys, I've been thinking how we can get together again without
being too obvious about it."

They looked at him with interest.

"How would you like me to teach you to swim?"

It was about the last thing they expected, "Huh?" said Smith.

"Well think about it," enthused David, "I can request a booking for a
couple of hours in an evening or weekend. The pool is private and no-one is
allowed there without a qualified supervisor -- me -- and we can lock up
from the inside so no-one can get in!" he looked at each in turn, "whaddya
think?"

The wheels turned over and they could see the advantages - plus, "we'll
only be wearing swim trunks!" said Macdonald.

"Now why would we be wearing swimming trunks?" asked David, his eyes
sparkling humorously. The boys collapsed with laughter.

So it was set up for late Friday night at nine o'clock, after all other
groups had finished for the day. The boy's curfew at the weekend was
eleven, so they had almost a couple of hours. The pool was located a little
away from the main building in a separate wooden building. The pool area
was surrounded by windows, the lower half of which was frosted, so although
they let daylight in the inside was not visible from outside at night when
the lights were on. They all arrived wearing shorts, tees and sandals and
they did not bring either trunks or towels. Towels were stored in the pool
area, and they wouldn't need trunks.

They stripped off on the benches beside the pool. There were no change
rooms here, since the school was all boys. They jumped naked into the pool
and began to generally horse around. Before too long, David called them to
order.

"Okay, we'd better do our swimming lesson early on so we can play later."
And with that he began to work with them. Within a month each one could
swim a little. They were overjoyed. Within six months they were all good
swimmers, and by the following year, they all tried out for the school swim
team. It became one of David's enduring legacies in each of their lives.

However, on this first night, they spent just a half hour with some
rudimentary exercises. All four of them were completely naked and they
looked like exotic aquatic creatures, their skin glistening in the bright
lights. It was difficult to focus on the lesson, for David and for the
boys, because they were constantly distracted by one another's bodies, and
they were constantly grabbing at one another. When the lesson was concluded
all four were sporting erections that were not going down without being
attended to.

They were floating around in the shallow end of the pool, so the boys could
keep their feet on the bottom. They were warm from their exertions and were
just holding on to one another talking, sometimes slowly wanking one
another's dicks. David had no clue how to move things further along
sexually, so he didn't suggest anything, he just went with the flow of
conversation and followed the boy's lead. He expected that sooner or later
one of the boys would push things further, after all they were much more
experienced at this than he.

Sure enough, Tom Smith the scrawny little white boy made the first
move. Holding David around the waist, floating with his head on David's
chest and his legs trailing out on the surface of the water, his shiny
buttocks just broke the surface like a pair of miniature basking whales. He
said, "Sir, David?"

"Yes, Tom?"

"Can we ... you know?"

"What Tom?" asked David grinning, relieved that the topic had at last come
up.

"I wanna do it ... to you," the last whispered in David's ear.

The other two boys, also holding on to David were listening to Tom's quiet
plea.

"He ain't never fucked anyone before," commented Carter.

"Shaddap!" said Tom angrily.

"It's okay, okay," said David soothingly, tweaking Delroy's ear causing him
to yelp. "If I'm your first, then I'm honoured," he paused and Tom's eyes
teared up, "I trust all of you, and you can all do whatever you want with
me." As he said it he felt a shiver up his spine. He had a sensation of
complete surrender to these kids, a feeling that he just wanted his body to
be given over in absolute trust and submission. David had never experienced
anything like this before, and he wondered where these feelings were coming
from.

"Right!" said Spencer Macdonald decisively, "let's go."

They all jumped up out of the water and moved to the side of the pool and
sat down one of the long benches.

"I guess," said Macdonald, or `Mac to my friends,' as he had told David
earlier that week, "we can either just do sex here in the bright lights of
the pool, or we can make it more exciting and play The Game first then see
where it gets us?"

The mood of the group instantly lifted. David felt a groin-jolting thrill
as he said those words. So did the others judging by their excited
reactions. Part of David's thrill was one of fear, the fear of getting
caught. But that was what made the whole idea so seductive and fascinating.

The ever-prepared Mac pulled the dice from his shorts laying nearby. One
thing occurred to David -- this time they were all naked to begin with, so
nudity would be a given base for all dares. Clearly they were going to take
this up a notch!

"Tom, run down there and turn the lights off." Tom trotted carefully on the
slippery tiles and flicked the bank of light switches off. Only the red
emergency exit lights and the lights outside that illuminated the walkways
around the school now lighted the pool. They sat in semi-darkness and
waited expectantly to begin.

They each rolled a coloured dice. David was interested to note that the
dots on the dice were fluorescent. Mac never ceased to surprise him with
his foresight and preparation.

Tom as the highest number got to ask the first question, and Delroy got the
lowest so had to be the first victim. David shivered, quietly wondered when
and how Tom was going to get his wish with him.

"Truth or dare?" asked Tom excitedly delivering the age-old formula of kids
the world over.

"Dare," responded Delroy, his breathing sounding heavy in the darkness.

"Climb out the window and bring back my travel alarm clock," said Tom
without hesitation. It took David a moment to register the implications of
this dare. It meant Delroy had to enter the school building and get
upstairs to their third-floor dormitory, pick up Tom's clock from beside
his bed and then make it back here, all the while quite naked and without
being seen! David shuddered at the thought of what he might be required to
do when his turn came!

Give him credit, Delroy didn't quibble or ask for a default penalty, he
just hopped up on the bench, opened a window, clambered out, and jumped
down onto the well-lit pathway. His body, glistening with some remaining
drops of water from the pool could be seen loping off towards the gigantic
ugly Victorian mansion that was their school.

The rest had nothing to do but wait for him to return ... or not, David
supposed. They passed the time chatting. Tom was gently playing with
David's cock as though it were the most natural comfortable thing in the
world. David wanted to know how Delroy would be able to accomplish the dare
without getting caught.

"He'll take the turret stairs right up and then just wait until the coast
is clear," said Mac. David nodded, he remembered that the boys had taken
the turret stairs when he had dropped them off naked after their beach
outing. The turret was right beside the main school entrance, with a door
to the outside hidden in a dark recess. So long as Delroy could get to the
door unseen, his only real vulnerability to discovery was the lighted
forecourt of the school, and the third floor corridor to their dorm.

"I hope you boys realize that I don't know my way around the building as
well as you do," David said with a certain amount of trepidation.

"Don't worry David," said Tom consolingly, "if you get caught we'll swear
blind we hypnotized you! You won't get into trouble!"

"Oh, well thanks very much, I'm sure the judge will take that into
consideration," said David, his voice heavy with sarcasm. He grabbed Tom
and began to tickle him. Tom started shrieking.

"Shhhh!" exclaimed Mac, "I think he's coming!"

They quieted down and watched out the window.

Looking like a proud naked African warrior, Delroy came loping down the
path in a half-crouch, and climbed back in the window. He held out this
hand and dropped the clock into Tom's.

"Any problems?" asked Tom.

"Nah, piece of cake."

They rolled the dice. Mac lost.

Delroy was prepared, "Okay Mac boy, you go up the turret to the roof, and
you piss off the top onto the front steps."

Mac nearly choked himself laughing, "Jesus, Delroy where do you dream up
these things?"

"The rest of us," he looked at the other two, "will watch from the gate to
make sure you do it."

Unfazed, Mac took off through the window, leaving the other three to climb
out onto the path and creep to the high wall with the gothic doorway that
led from the garden area around the pool into the parking lot outside the
main school entrance. They were just in time to see Mac's dark form
disappear into the shadows beside the well-lit main door. Nothing happened
for a while. Then Tom said, "There he is," pointing up.

Silhouetted against the moonlit sky was a naked figure standing close to
the edge of the fifty-odd foot drop. David's heart was in his mouth. "Is
there any danger of falling?" he asked anxiously.

"Nah," said Delroy, "it's like a castle up there -- you know those up and
down things."

"Crenellations?" offered David.

"Is that what they're called? Well he can just pee between them. He
couldn't really fall, unless he's an idiot!" He and Tom laughed.

"Shh!" Said David, staring in horror as he saw someone coming out of the
school entrance. The three stood stock still, not even daring to move out
of the gateway for fear of their motion attracting the notice of the man
emerging from the building. As the figure walked into the lights above the
great ornamental doorway, David could see that it was Mr. Johnson the
building superintendent, responsible for the maintenance and upkeep of the
building. Janitor, some would have called him.

He stood on the steps and fished in his overall pockets to retrieve a
cigarette, cupping it in his hands as he lit it and inhaling heavily, then
blowing out a cloud of smoke. David could almost hear his sigh of
satisfaction.

At that precise moment, Mr. Johnson the Janitor, felt a few drops of warm
summer rain. He held his head up allowing the drops to run onto his
face. He sighed in contentment and licked the fresh drops off his lips. Odd
taste. He looked up at the moonlit night and wondered how it could rain
from a cloudless sky. He moved away from the building to get a better look
at the sky to see where the rain was coming from to decide if he'd need an
umbrella for the walk home later.

Spencer Macdonald meanwhile was standing on the roof emptying his bladder
with supreme satisfaction. He had made it to the roof without
incident. Sometimes he thought no one else in the school was aware of the
turret stairs, as he'd never seen anyone else using them.

He could see David, Delroy and Tom looking up at him from the
gateway. Suddenly they started to wave at him. He waved back, the flood of
his urine spurting out into the night and scattering into a fine
mist. David started waving both his arms in wide movements as if he were
signaling an aircraft. `What the hell is he doing?' thought Mac. He peered
over the wall further, careful not to let go of his handhold. What he saw
almost caused him to lose his balance. Mr. Johnson was standing right below
him receiving his piss right in his face as he peered up shielding his eyes
from the light!

Mac quickly leaned back out of sight, and his stream of pis splattered on
the wall in front in him wetting his feet. He quickly finished and dashed
to the turret stairs.

Mr. Johnson noticed that the rain stopped, though he couldn't see any
clouds. As he moved away from the building he noticed that there was only a
small patch of wet on the stairs, everywhere else was completely
dry. `Shit!' he thought, `do we got another leak?' and he made his way to
the turret stairs to investigate the roof. A building superintendent's work
is never done.

David and the two boys were both laughing and panicking all at the same
time. "Oh, my god," said David, "how can we let Mac know?"

"We can't," said Tom between gasps of laughter, "did you see him licking
Mac's piss off his face?" he broke down in howls of laughter again.

David looked to Delroy for help. He shook his head, "Nothing we can do," he
confirmed, "just wait here, he'll be okay."

Mac was trotting silently on bare feet down the steep stone circular stairs
in the turret. He had descended to below the second floor when he heard the
heavy footsteps coming up. Cursing under his breath, he backtracked hoping
whoever it was would get out of the stairwell at a lower floor. The
footsteps kept coming. Suddenly Mac realized that it must be old
Johson. `He's coming to find out what's leaking!' the thought. That meant
he'd go all the way up. Mac had to get out of the stairwell. The turret
roof was tiny and high above the other rooftops of this strange building,
there'd be nowhere to hide up there.

He was beside the third floor doorway. Junior dorms. They should all be in
bed hours ago. Cautiously he opened he door. It opened into an alcove off
the main third floor hallway. He slipped out closing the door quietly
behind him. He wondered if he could just wait until the footsteps passed,
then get back into the turret and slip down below Johnson. He put his ear
to the door, but could hear nothing through the thick ancient oak.

He peered along he hallway in both directions. Dorm doors and washroom
doors were set on both sides all along in both directions. He was quite
close to the main stairs, but of course that would be the most
dangerous. He decided to go the other direction to the back stairs at the
end nearest the swimming pool. That would put him outside the building just
behind where the others had been watching him. Only thing was he'd never
known that door to be unlocked!

Cautiously, heart pounding, he tiptoed along the hall keeping close to the
left wall ready to dart into the nearest doorway at the sound of anyone
approaching.

He'd made it about halfway to his goal, when a door up ahead opened and a
bright light spilled into the darkened hallway. It was the room of one of
the `houseparents' responsible for supervising the kids on this floor
outside of school hours.

Mac instantly slid into the half open door nearest to him, the dorm of one
of the junior classes for kids around the age of twelve.

He stood behind the door peering round to see when it was safe to go.

"Macdonald?" a whispered sleepy voice rasped behind him. Startled he jerked
around to see the kid in the bed nearest the door sitting up rubbing his
eyes.

"Hi Martineaux," he recognized the boy.

"What are you doing?" asked the boy, "why are you naked?" there was a note
of incredulity in his voice.

"Martineaux, are you awake?" boomed a voice from down the hall.

"Shit!" whispered Mac, "I gotta hide," he looked desperately around.

"Get in here," hissed Marineaux, flinging back the covers on his
bed. Without hesitating, since the person in the hall was clearly very near
to entering the room, Mac jumped over Martineaux and snuggled down beside
him trying to lay as flat as possible. Maartineaux flung the covers over
him and lay back on his pillows, arms behind his head. He inched his body
towards Mac so that he was half laying on top of him.

"What's going on here?" hissed an angry voice bursting open the door wide
and spilling a subdued light into the dorm. Other sleepy voices started up
from their beds.

"It's nothing Mr. McCarthy, "I must have had a dream."

"Well just go to sleep, if I hear another peep, it's punishment. Got that?"

"Yes Mr. McCarthy."

McCarthy left, leaving the door wide open. It was now impossible for Mac to
move, since several boys were awake. A couple of them got up to pad down
the hall in their pajamas to the washroom. One asked Martineaux what was
happening. "Nothing," he said.

After what seemed like an age, the dorm settled down. Meanwhile, Mac, one
of the major gang leaders of the school, and feared far and wide amongst
the Juniors, was lying naked halfway underneath Pierre Martineaux, an
insignificant junior. Who, Mac reflected, had just saved his bacon. Pierre
snuggled down under his blanket so his face was inches from Mac's. "What's
up doc?" he giggled.

"I'm on a dare," whispered Mac, "nearly got caught! I owe you one kid!"

"Neat!" said Martineaux, "what was the dare?" his eyes were bugged wide in
the darkness.

"I had to pee off the roof," Mac stated tonelessly.

"No Way!" the kid exclaimed excitedly.

"Trouble is I ended up peeing on top of old Johnson!"

Martineaux giggled and so did Mac. Soon they were both helplessly giggling
and trying to be quiet, holding on to each other. Martineaux found he liked
the feeling of his hands on Mac's body. As they were laughing and wriggling
around, he allowed his hands to roam as far and wide as he dared. They were
facing each other on their sides and Martineaux's upper hand was moving up
and down Mac's flank, and down towards the smooth mounds of his
buttocks. Martineaux drew a breath of excitement when he felt around and
down into Mac's ass crack. He could feel his dick stirring in that funny
way it had started to do lately.

"Mmmm," said Mac, that feel's nice."

"Does it?" said the kid, "what's it feel like?"

"I'll show you, said Mac and he pushed Martineaux's pajamas down below his
knees, then reached around with his hand to caress his buttocks and run his
fingers into the boy's ass crack.

Martineaux was nearly delirious with the sensation. "Oh, wow!" is that ever
great!" In his concentration on this new sensation, his hand dropped from
Mac's buttocks and brushed his cock. It was hard and rigid. "Wow!" said
Martineaux, "that's huge and HARD!"

Mac of course was totally stimulated by the unexpected touch, and when
Martineaux asked if he could touch it again, he could only croak, "okay."

The small gentle exploring fingers were more than Mac could stand, and
after a few minutes during which the curious probing fingers ran over every
inch of his shaft, the head of his cock, tracing all around the edge of the
mushroom, rubbing the sensitive membrane under the tip, and rolling his
balls in the sac, Mac was about ready to explode.

"Touch mine," pleaded Martineaux.

Mac gently stroked the little stiff penis, rolling it around in his
fingers, probing the tiny balls and even running his finger under the kid's
balls and around to tickle at the entrance to his asshole.

"Oh, I like that!" the boy sighed, "but I feel like I gotta pee!"

"It's okay," breathed Mac into his ear, "it feels like that, but you won't
pee. You might cum."

"Come where?" puzzled the boy.

"No, it means your dick shoots some stuff out the end. You'll get the
feeling, though you may not shoot the stuff yet. You will though, when
you're older."

Martineaux was awestruck, "What's the stuff for?"

"Cum," said Mac and he spelled it, "is what makes babies."

"Oh," said Martineaux without really understanding. Suddenly it didn't
matter because his whole body went rigid and his hips jerked forward to
push his little phallus harder into Mac's hand. He pulled his whole body
closer to Mac as he shuddered in his climax. This action caused Mac's
pre-cum slicked cockhead to slide effortlessly between the boys smooth
thighs.

"Oh, god," moaned Mac and he began thrusting automatically. Almost
instantly he came in great squirting gobs. The cum ran all over
Martineaux's legs and squirted behind him into his ass and all over the
sheets. Part of the sheet had lifted up and some of the cum shot clear of
the bed landing in the middle of the doorway.

The two boys lay breathless and shuddering clasping each other tightly
while they recovered.

Unbelievably, the other boys seemed to have slept right through the action
in Martineaux's bed. Mac extricated himself from the boy's arms. "I gotta
go."

"Mac, can we be friends?" the now sleepy boy pleaded.

"Sure buddy," Mac felt oddly affectionate towards the kid. Not really in
keeping with his usual character.

"Mac?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"Call me Marty."

"Okay Marty, what is it?"

"Can we, um, can we do this again?"

"You betcha, what else are friends for?" said Mac hugging him tightly.

Marty giggled and snuggled down seeming almost instantly asleep.

Mac rolled quietly out his side of the bed, and prepared to crawl towards
the door.

"Mac?" came the whisper from the bed.

"Yuh?"

"You can get out that window and go down the ivy stuff. We do it all the
time," this was followed by a quiet snore.

Mac saw the open window and crept out onto the ledge. Huge ancient ivy with
thick snarled branches covered this entire section of the building. It was
a matter of moments before he was on the ground. He crept over to the
gateway nearly causing cardiac arrest in his anxious friends waiting behind
the gate looking out to the parking lot, and not expecting him to appear
behind them!

There were several minutes of excited questions and answers as he explained
what happened. They all laughed again at Johnson licking up Mac's piss.

"Time to throw the dice!" said Mac. Miraculously, it seemed, Delroy
produced the four coloured dice in his hand. There behind the wall just
feet from where late duty staff were leaving in their cars, the naked
quartet threw the dice onto the tarmac pathway. David lost.

"Okey-dokey," said Mac gleefully, "you my friend, are going to bring back
the name sign from Fraser Lane."

David goggled at him, "Hey! Wait a minute! I'll have to cross the main road
to do that!" He thought about it a moment, "and then I'd need to have a
screwdriver! Then I'd have to stand at the intersection for about ten
minutes to get it down! It's impossible to do without getting caught!"

"Oh, really," grinned Mac, "you wouldn't know `cos you're too new, but
that's not the original sign. Do you wanna know where it's hidden?" the
other's all grinned at David.

David accepted defeat as gracefully as he could, "What about a
screwdriver?" he asked. But they just grinned back at him. Mac tweaked his
cock. He was on his own.

David would have to get across the grounds in front of the school, running
from bush to bush, then out and along the main road for about a quarter of
a mile to the intersection with Fraser Lane. Then he'd have to clamber up
the signpost standing in the centre of a little traffic island, unscrew the
road sign pointing down the lane and retrace his steps. All at around
ten-o'clock on a Friday night! Even though this was a quiet country road,
it was quite busy enough tonight that there was frequent traffic to-ing an
fro-ing. Then there was the problem of a screwdriver!

The only place he could think of where he could steal a screwdriver was
Johnson's workshop in the basement. To get there he would have to negotiate
his way through much of the school building and down the central stairs.

"Okay, here I go," he patted each of the others on the shoulder, "into the
valley of death!"

"Way to go, Sir!" Mac saluted him, a grin of pride and respect on his
face. This teacher was turning out to be one okay guy!

David entered the school by the same turret entrance that the others had
used. He padded across the parking lot praying that none of his colleagues
would choose this precise moment to walk to their car. He made it into the
shadow of the building and cautiously opened the door to the stairwell. He
had never been in here before, and to his surprise he found that the stairs
led down as well as up. Maybe this would be a safer way to Johnson's
workshop.

At the bottom of the stairs he emerged into a corridor in total
darkness. No low-level lights illuminated this place as on the dormitory
floors. Off in the distance in the direction he wanted to go, was the dim
light signaling the fire route to the up stairs.

Slowly, feeling his way along the wall, he proceeded towards the distant
light. This place was full of sounds, the clanking of machinery, the noise
of running water as toilets were flushed in various places.

When he got to the light and looked up the stairway there, he realized he
was not where he thought he ought to be. "Damn."

Looking around he was completely disoriented. David decided to head up the
stairs to get his bearings. Trouble was this was an open stairwell to the
ground floor, and anyone coming along could easily look down and see
him. He crept slowly up the stairs, straining to see or hear anyone
coming. David made it to the landing and peered down each direction of the
main corridor. He could immediately see where he was. He had overshot the
main staircase by quite a distance and was now at the opposite end of the
building from where he'd started. That meant that the main stairs were
separated off somehow from the basement corridor he had
traveled. Double-damn! Either he could go back and try to find it, or he
could walk along the ground floor just as he'd originally expected to do!

That's what he did, except this time he ran lightly on his bare feet,
trying to keep as quiet as he could. He made it to the main staircase
without incident. The main hall of the building had once been magnificent,
with mouldings, ornate hangings and an extravagance of architectural
features. The latter were still there, but it all looked kind of dusty and
worn now. However, the space was enormous, full of nooks and crannies,
overhanging balconies going up three floors. It would be impossible to tell
if anyone were up there looking down on him. The stairs curved around both
sides of the hall overhead to join up and form a single grand staircase to
the ground, they then split again and descended one level down on either
side of the grand hall.

Nothing for it but to just go. David trotted lightly down the cool marble
stairs. He heard a noise above him and froze. Footsteps descending from
above. He hurried his pace to get around and below the main staircase
before the person could see him. Once sheltered from view above, David
paused. The steps continued down until there were directly above him. Now
which way would the footsteps go? If they went off along a corridor he'd be
okay. Suppose they came down here?  David decided to get out of there. He
went at a full run the last flight to the basement, then backtracked to
hide in the shadows below the stairs. The workshop that was his destination
was just a few yards off to the right hallway. The steps paused above him
at ground level as if the person were listening, then continued on down to
the basement level!

David pushed himself as far back into the shadows as he could, and he felt
something sharp against his naked backside. Feeling with his hand he
touched an ornate doorknob. Perhaps this was the entrance to the other
basement corridor he'd traveled along! The figure coming down the stairs
came into view on the last stretch to the basement. It was Johnson! Good
thing David was not in the workshop already!

David waited until Johnson had gone inside his workshop and then tried the
doorknob. It turned and the door opened! David stepped through and saw
indeed the corridor he had traveled along earlier.

Behind him he heard the footsteps returning and climbing up the
stairs. Waiting until they died away above him, he quickly ran along to the
workshop and slipped inside. There was a bench with a whole range of
screwdrivers neatly hanging above. He quickly selected one and turned to
exit the dimly lit workshop.

A voice said, "Make sure you bring that back!" David stopped dead in his
tracks. He turned. Johnson! What was Johnson still doing here, surely David
had heard him leave?

"Wha .. what .. are you doing here?" David cried almost indignantly.

"Well, I'm supposed to be here!" Johnson replied, "more to the point is,
what are you doing here? Haven't you got a screwdriver at home?"

David had no clue what he was going to say. So far Johnson had not
commented upon the fact that the school's youngest and sexiest teacher was
standing in the Janitor's workshop with a stolen screwdriver in his hand in
the middle of the night stark naked!

Johnson walked over to David and inspected the screwdriver, "Ah, heavy
slot," he commented, then looked David up and down. "Warm night!" he
smiled, patting David gently on the bum. He ran his hands over David's
chest and down towards his pelvic area.

David jumped back a little, "What are you doing?"

Johnson said nothing, but moved forward as David backed up until his ass
was shoved up against the bench. "Well, I figure there's a little matter of
screwdriver rental," he breathed into David's ear, "A screwing for a
screwdriver, eh?" he laughed.

"Wait, no, I can't," protested David.

"Come now, I'm sure you can," cooed Johnson, then with an edge to his
voice, "and you will!" With that he whirled David around and pushed him
forward over the bench. David grunted in surprise and the pain of the rough
wooden surface grinding into this crotch. Johnson held David forcefully
with a hand pressing on his neck, keeping his head down to the bench
surface. With his free hand he fiddled with the snap buttons down the front
of his overall. Underneath he was naked. He let the overall slip from his
shoulders, and changing hands on David's neck let it slip all the way to
the floor. He stepped out of it and kicked it away. He was a plump and very
hairy man. David glanced over his shoulder as far as he could. Johnson was
stronger than David expected.  "Keep still, Mr. Jones sir, don't want to
have to hurt you."

David had seen enough to know that for one thing he was not the least
attracted to Johnson, but also to see that his dick was not very big and
therefore should not be too much of a problem for his ass to handle. He
could endure what was to come. Fair exchange as Johnson said.

The agonizing pain, that drew a piercing scream from David's unprepared
body, was provoked by Johnson shoving his unlubricated short stiff cock all
the way up David's ass in a single violent thrust.

"You like that, eh, pretty boy?" and he proceeded to pound away in quick
strong motions on David's sore ass. It took half a dozen strokes for the
pain to pass, at which time David's hole was twitching to be satisfied by
something mightier than old hairy Johnson could provide. Nevertheless David
pushed back in a vain effort to scratch his deeply seated itch.

"Like a bitch in heat you are," commented Johnson in some
amazement. Johnson came in just over thirty seconds, gasping and panting
loudly. "Oh yeah," he sighed, whipping his cock suddenly out of David's
ass. David yelped.

"That's my good bitch boy," said Johnson slapping David hard on his
buttocks. David winced, but actually quite liked that.

"So, where are you off to with my screwdriver?"

"I'm er, well I have to go and ... um," David ground to a halt still
panting from his fucking.

"Waaiitt a minit!" said Johnson, realization dawning, "you are going to get
the Fraser Lane sign!"

"How did you know that?" asked David in absolute amazement.

"Happens every year, local council keeps a stock of `em! Come on, jump in
my van, I'll take yer." And he marched off towing David by his wrist to the
loading dock. Johnson parked his van right up beside the signpost and told
David to climb on the roof. From there he could easily get the sign
down. Several cars passed by in the ten minutes this operation took, and
one or two yelled out at him, comments like, "Nice Ass," or "Hey Fairy!"

When David got back to the boys and relayed his adventure, they snorted and
rolled around on the grass beside their lookout gate. "Oh my god! Getting
fucked by horrible hairy Johnson!" gasped Mac, "it's a fate worse than
death!"

David grinned ruefully, shifting on his sore ass.

The dice were rolled, "last time, boys, it's nearly curfew," said David.

Tom lost. He looked a little disappointed, and David knew why. Tom had
wanted things to work out so he could have commanded David to be fucked --
by him. He was looking down at the ground trying not to show how upset he
was.

"Okay, Tom young fella m'lad," said David jovially in conspiratorial
piratic voice, "I dare you ... I Double Dare you ... to ..." he paused.

They all stared expectantly at David, especially Tom, whose eyes were as
big as saucers.

"I dare you," said David suddenly dropping his voice to a seductive
whisper, "I dare you to take me away and do absolutely anything you want to
me." He sat looking directly into the boy's eyes, and was rewarded with a
growing smile and brightening eyes. `This kid is so darned cute!' he
thought.

Tom exhaled carefully as if he might blow this moment away by breathing too
hard. He looked into David's eyes, while the wheels of his mind spun in the
night air. David could see him come to his decision.

"Okay, David," I want you to sleep with me tonight in the dorm!"

David was taken so completely off guard that his mind was a total blank for
several seconds. Jesus! These kids were a constant source of amazement to
him. Always pushing the boundaries, so full of life that it spilled over
regardless of consequences. Of course the potential consequences were much
more dire for David than for them. They would be portrayed as the innocent
victims, he as the evil child molester! However, he'd already made up his
mind that whatever Tom asked, David would do, so he really had no decision
to make.

"Okay," he said simply. He didn't even consider what his wife would think
when he failed to come home after the swim lesson.

The group of them, one by one, slipped across the school forecourt at about
a quarter of an hour before eleven o'clock, and entered the turret
stairs. On the fourth floor they crept down the hall to the dormitory
occupied by the three boys. It contained four beds, but one was currently
unoccupied. In fact it had been unoccupied all year, since there were no
other kids who could survive living with Mac's little gang.

They all visited the washroom on the way in, so they all just jumped naked
into bed as soon as they got in. David climbed in next to Tom, and scooted
down as low as he could so Tom could hide him beneath his blankets.

At precisely eleven o'clock, the dorm door opened and Reginald Bennett, an
elderly gentleman who acted as houseparent for this floor, poked his head
in to check that the boys were all in bed. "Goodnight boys," he intoned.

"Goodnight Mr. Bennett," they chorused. He left, closing the door tightly
behind him.

Tom slid up in the bed until his face was level with Tom's. They had been
lying together with bodies touching for several minutes during Bennett's
inspection, and now their erections had already begun. Tom rolled David
over on his back and crept on top of him. He was light as a feather. He
nuzzled David's neck for a moment, then tentatively kissed his teacher on
the lips. David kissed back and in seconds, they were in a passionate
tongue-duelling match.

David wrapped his arms around Tom's skinny body and ran them down the whole
length of his slender torso, cupping his buttocks and probing he depths of
his ass with his fingers, touching his little button pucker. Tom writhed in
his grasp, their stiff and leaking cocks grinding together between them.

Tom worked his way between David's legs and slithered down so he could
nuzzle Davids' cock. He grasped his ball sac and squeezed and pulled it
gently. David gasped and squirmed in pleasure. Tom licked his tongue along
David's pulsating shaft and circled around the head, exploring the
mushroom's ledge before trying to push into the piss-slit. He then took the
whole thing into his mouth, rolling it around, covering every millimeter
with his tongue. David's feelings rose to a crescendo ... "I'm gonna cum
soon!"

Tom let the cock slip from his mouth. David sighed. Tom scooted up until
his own cock could start to poke around David's cock and balls, and then he
slipped it below the ball sac to stroke towards David's ass. David raised
his knees up high as Tom rose to a kneeling position, allowing David's legs
to rest on his shoulders.

Tom's cock seemed to know exactly where to go, needing no guidance from
either of them, but found it's way to David's already stretched hole. Tom
tried not to think of horrible hairy Johnson!

Tom was the absolute opposite of Johnson. His cock gently probed David's
hole, and slowly began it's penetration. David opened up for him and sighed
deeply as Tom slowly entered to the fullest extent he could.

As Tom's cock slowly brushed his prostate, David had the most exquisite
sensation. It was not so much a physical as a spiritual thing. Objectively
the physical sensation was the same, but it was the knowledge that it was
Tom. This little kid-like boy-man. This boy who just a few weeks ago David
had thought of as a feared member of the Mac Gang, David's nemesis. David
remembered the feelings almost of hate that he'd had for these three with
their insolent ways, and bullying attitude. Now Tom was making love with
him -- not sex -- really making love, in the most tender and the most
passionate way that David could have imagined. And this affected David
deeply somehow in his soul rather than just in his body.

Tom was now kneeling high above David's submissive body and pumping slowly
in and out, both savouring these moments. His movements became more
energetic and faster until his body was pumping like a locomotive. The
passion and the erotic energy built between the two of them and the aura
was perceptible throughout the room. Mac and Delroy were standing near
Tom's bed, ignored by the other two, watching while they each slowly played
with the other's cock. They were fascinated and awed.

The energy of the pair in the bed built to the inevitable crescendo at the
same time, and just as the cum was about to explode from both of them, Tom
collapsed onto David's chest, his pelvis thrusting spasmodically into
David's bowels, his stomach grinding David's incredibly hard cock, and
David's legs wrapped around Tom's buttocks forcing him even deeper in. They
exploded and writhed in the bed grunting, gasping, groaning in the ultimate
ecstasy.

The two in the bed lay exhausted still joined together, Tom still on
top. Two lovers satiated and spent. The bedcovers had long since fallen to
the ground, so they lay there looking the epitomy of male sexuality.

Mac and Delroy were left gasping at the spectacle they had just
witnessed. They'd both had sex many times, with each other, with Tom -
sometimes all three together -- and with other people. But never had they
experienced anything like they had just seen. They were jerking off each
other violently by the end, and when the two lovers had erupted and then
collapsed, they both shot their loads all over each other and the floor.

The were standing now regarding each other and the mess and looking towards
Tom and David, when the door opened once again.

Light from the hall spilled into the darkened dormitory. Mr. Bennett was
regarding them. "Now boys," he said mildly, "it is time to go to sleep,
it's almost midnight." He walked further into the room to shoo back to bed
the two boys who were standing stupefied in the middle of the dorm. As he
got close to them in the dim light, he could see streaks of white viscous
liquid running down their torsos, their legs and dripping from the ends of
their still-hard cocks. He could also see puddles of the stuff all over the
floor.

"Dear me," he said. Mr. Bennett was a mild man. He was retired from some
kind of business that he'd done all his life. His job here was to give him
some sort of purpose in life after his wife died and he no longer wanted
the business rat race. He liked the boys -- all of them. And because he
genuinely liked them without favour, they all loved him. He never had to
raise his voice to them. He knew boys, and nothing -- nothing -- could
shock him. "We seem to need a bit of a clean up here. Run along the
cupboard and get the mop, there's good boys, and while you're there just
maybe stop by the washroom for a second?" He smiled benignly at them, "and
where is your other ... oh." He turned and saw Tom lying face down on his
bed, naked body totally exposed. From here he could not see David laying
beneath.

Mac and Delroy scampered out to get cleaned up and fetch the mop.

Mr. Bennett, unshockable old Reginald Bennett, walked over to Tom's bed
intending to cover the boy up so he didn't catch pneumonia. As he got close
he could see in spite of the semi-darkness of the room, that there was
something odd about the boy. He stood beside the bed and peered down
closely. "Oh my."

As Tom and David slowly recovered from their lovemaking they'd fallen into
a light doze. They began to wake, warm and comfortable with each other's
bodies. David began to stroke Tom's back and behind. Tom was still inside
David and his cock miraculously was still quite hard. Tom stirred,
thrusting his groin in to David just a little, smiling. David opened his
eyes and found Reginald Bennett peering curiously into them!

It was David's sudden tensing movement as he gripped Tom's body tight, that
alerted Tom to trouble. He opened his eyes and looked up at David's
face. Seeing David focused at something above them, he twisted around to
see Mr. Bennett regarding them with something less than his usual
detachment. Mr. Bennett was shifting from foot to foot, which for him was
close to going ballistic!

"Ohhhh, shit!" exclaimed Tom breathily.

David pushed Tom up and off him. Tom's cock took a moment to disengage as
Tom came up to his knees, it stretched between the two of them momentarily,
and three pairs of eyes looked down at the joining when it suddenly pulled
free with a loud `plop' and bounced against Tom's stomach, where it sat
pointing up toward the ceiling. Oddly, Mr. Bennett looked up at the
ceiling.

As Tom rolled back to the bottom of the bed, David jumped out of the other
side of the bed from where Reginald stood, and regarded his colleague
speechlessly.

There are no words to describe David's thoughts or feelings at this
moment. This is the precise moment he had been dreading for the last few
weeks since the escapade on the beach with the three boys. This is the
moment my career ends and I go to gaol, was his overriding coherent
thought. The intensity of the lovemaking was still with him, and so a part
of him was thinking that the experience was worth the consequences. But
then one of the consequences was that he'd never see these boys
again. Including Tom. Especially Tom!

"Good evening Reginald," said David just as if he were meeting the elderly
gentlemen out for an evening stroll.

The words seemed to snap Mr. Bennett out of his daze, "Oh, er, good evening
Mr. Jones." Somehow the normal etiquette of life at an English boarding
school asserted itself. Teacher's were `Mr.' Not to be addressed by first
names. Houseparents were in a lower category.

The sheer banality of the conversation seemed to put a gloss of normality
over the scene. The two naked boys returned sans cum, and with a mop which
they proceeded to wipe all over the cum-soaked floor, making it wetter and
in more of a mess than before. They gazed at the little tableaux around
Tom's bed.

"Tom, my boy," said Mr. Bennettt, you had better get cleaned up and go to
sleep, it's getting very late." Tom vanished to the washroom, with a glance
at David. Volumes flashed between them.

"Mr. Jones? Perhaps a nightcap?" He walked out the door.

The two boys creating an ever-widening puddle in the middle of the dorm
floor looked at David as he turned to follow Reginald. David signaled them
for quite, and whispered, "don't worry!"

However he felt very worried as he enter old Reginald Bennett's cosy little
sitting room. He had a bedroom next door with the entrance also off the
main corridor. Not David's idea of an ideal living situation. He looked
around curiously. It was a fussy, old-fashioned kind of room, with chintzy
over-stuffed furniture, lots of knick-knacks, and family photos: of a young
Reginald with his young wife, later pictures of his children, his
grandchildren, and then a gold-framed picture of he and his wife in their
later years -- the last photo ever taken of her.

Reginald was standing at a small drinks cabinet. He poured two large
scotches, neat. Turning, he handed one to David, "Down the hatch," he said.

"Cheers!" said David. `What an incredibly odd situation!' thought David as
he drank the burning liquid with a slight grimace. He hated Scotch.

"Do sit down," Reginald indicated the sofa.

David, conscious of Tom's cum starting to run out of his ass and down his
legs said, "No, really, I'm fine!"

"Mr. Jones! Sit!" It was the closest to a strong voice that David had ever
heard uttered by the mild old man.

"I'm sorry, I'd love to sit, but, er ... well, I mean ..." David looked
helplessly down at his naked, dripping body and his tumescent cock that was
only now beginning to show signs of wilting.

Reginald followed his gaze downwards, regarding David's cock with
considerable interest. "Oh! I see, well let me see here," he put his drink
down to rummage in a chest behind him, emerging with a large beach towel,
which he draped on the sofa. David sat.

The sat regarding each other over their drinks. David thought of several
opening gambits, but in the end decided to let Mr. Bennett start things
off. After all the old guy could have immediately sent for the Headmaster
-- that was actually the proper course of action - David suddenly wondered
why he hadn't.

"Mr. Jones," said Reginald after what seemed like an age, but was probably
only a couple of minutes, "If I had found you fucking young Tom, I would
have immediately called the Headmaster and the police. I have actually done
it before." David was suddenly interested in what had happened, but of
course this was not quite the moment to ask. "I cannot abide," he
continued, "those who take jobs in residential schools for the purpose of
exploiting these children."

David opened his mouth to protest, but Reginald raised his hand to
continue.

"However, he said," sounding a bit like the judge in Pickwick Papers, "what
I clearly witnessed was that it was young Tom -- young Tom," he repeated
musingly as if trying to come to grips with it, "it was Tom who was fucking
you!"

David blinked. That made a difference?

"I have to ask you David," he leaned forward, "are you being terrorized by
these boys?"

David sputtered and choked at the completely unexpected question. Then he
thought about it, and realized that of course it made sense. These three
kids were the worst in the school, and the idea of them terrorizing someone
like David made complete sense. Everyone knew what a difficult time David
had at first had in controlling them. Talk on the grapevine was that he'd
not last the year. So with the sudden change in the boys' attitude to him,
and in spite of all their care to conceal the actual nature of the
relationship that was growning between them, it was obvious to all that
something was going on. The question on everyone's lips in small gossipy
corners of the rambling Victorian monstrosity was: What? Reginald's sudden
insight on the matter could make perfect sense.

David struggled to find something to say. He could not say that the boys
were terrorizing him. That might get him off the hook, but only at the cost
of their being split up and moved to other schools. Not only would he never
see them again, but they would then lose all trust in him -- and possibly
any other adult or authority figure. It could cripple them in their future
lives. No, not an option.

On the other hand, he could not admit his true feelings for them, because
although it would get the boys off the hook, his life and career would be
down the tubes, and he'd never get to see them again anyway. He could smash
old Reg on the head with one of his grotesque bronze statuettes he mused,
then giggled at himself.

Reginald looked at him questioningly.

"Reginald," began David, with the sensation once again that he had no idea
what was about to come out of his mouth. `Just don't babble,' he reminded
himself. He took another swig of the scotch. Maybe he did like this stuff
after all.

"Reginald," Reginald Bennett waited patiently for what was to come,
"Reginald, I will try to explain. As you know I have had a great deal of
trouble with these particular boys." Reginald nodded, and David continued,
"A few weeks ago I tried and experiment, and it achieved remarkable
success."

"What was the nature of this, `experiment," queried a doubtful Reginald.

"I simply took them out for the day to the beach," said David.

"I see," said Reginald Bennett, not seeing at all.

"Well, during that outing, we -- that is, the three boys and I -- we
established some kind of rapport. This has resulted in us becoming quite
close ...." He tailed off looking at Reginald.

"And is the Headmaster aware of this, ah, `experiment?'"

"Oh, yes he is. As a matter of fact we discussed it at my house when I
returned from the trip to the beach," David gushed, relieved that he'd
found some line of a story however improbable.

"That would be the day you drove back from the beach with the boys and
yourself totally naked, I suppose?" his eyes sparkled, "yes, I could see
how that would lead to a certain feeling of camaraderie."

David goggled at him! He'd no idea that his escapade was common
knowledge. If Reginald knew then everyone in the school must know, but how?

Julia! The name came to him unbidden. Of course, that cow Julia, the
Headmaster's wife had been at his house when he returned from the beach
naked. He had no reason to suspect that his Headmaster with wife in tow
would be there. Julia had forced him to sit naked on the couch right next
to her while she played with his erect cock right in front of his boss and
his wife! And now she'd told everyone! Shit!

"Right," said David lamely, "um, well we seem to have become closer, and
well one thing led ... to ... another." He stopped.

"So they are not terrorizing you?" Reginald confirmed, "but are you leading
them or are you being led?"

"I ... I guess I'm following their lead," David confessed.

"Very good." Reginald seemed to come to a decision. "David," David almost
expected him to say, `David, it is the sentence of this court ...,' but he
didn't', "David, I am not going to report this to anyone. If I did, I am
sure you are fully aware of what would happen." David nodded, dropping his
eyes. "I could clearly see that there was no coercion used against the
boys, which is why I suspected there to be coercion against you --
especially knowing those particular boys as I do. I cannot help but notice
the incredible improvement in behaviour and also in their school work that
has occurred since they became involved with you. It has made my life much
easier, and I know I can say the same for every single member of staff at
whatever level in this school." He regarded David soberly, "That is why
there have been no consequences from your beach trip." It was as if the
tumblers in a combination lock suddenly started to fall into place in
David's mind, a few things started to become clear.

"Reginald ... Mr. Bennett," David began, "I don't know what to say. You
cannot imagine how grateful I am to you ..."

"Now, now," interrupted the unflappable Reginald Bennett, "I sense you are
about to become sentimental. Be assured that my interest is in the well
being of the boys under my care. I sense you are very good for them. I want
you to know that I do not approve of school teachers have sexual
relationships with their pupils ..."

"No! Of course not!" blustered David, "I promise ..."

"Stop!" commanded Bennett with an edge of authority in his voice. David
promptly shut up. "You will not promise the break off your relationship
with them, as I believe you were about to do?" David could only nod. "Yes,
well, you will NOT do that. First because you would be unable to keep your
promise so you would just add guilt for breaking it and lying to me to the
mix, if that matters to you; second you would continue but be more careful
not to get caught, and that ultimately could be dangerous; finally I am not
so sure that your relationship with them is such a bad thing. No, I don't
approve, but I am willing to see what happens at least for a while. I shall
talk to the boys in a few days to hear their take on the situation."

David was almost goggling at the mild-mannered elderly man that he had
written off as an unimportant non-entity.

"It is the end of term next week. That will give you a break for a couple
of months from the boys, and they from you. Sometime over the holiday, you
and I will chat. Again."

David nodded meekly.

"Now then, I suggest you use my shower, it's two doors down on the
right. Then go home. Goodnight to you." With that he left the room!

David stared after him, empty glass in hand. Slowly he stood up and walked
up the hall to the shower. He was becoming so accustomed to being naked
that he never even checked the hallway to see if was clear. It did not
occur to him until Reginald had left, that he had nothing to wear! After a
welcome shower, using the old man's soap and shampoo, David left the
building. Again he never bothered to check the corridor, but just walked
quite openly down the main stairs and out of the building by the main
door. He walked calmly across the parking lot to the swimming pool to
retrieve his clothes, but found that the window from which they had exited
over an hour ago was now firmly closed!

David was now stranded naked near the school, with a half-mile walk to get
home. He shrugged and began the walk through the overgrown gardens of the
once stately home. He took the winding pathway down through layered rockery
gardens known to all the kids as the "jungle", and proceeded towards his
cottage. He emerged on the lower road near John's house, and walked along
the road. The lights of a car flickered behind him coming closer. A few
hours ago David would have jumped off the roadway to hide in the
bushes. Tonight after all that had happened, he no longer cared, so he just
kept walking.

The car drew level with him, and Julia Anderson, the Headmaster's wife
leaned out the driver's window. "Good evening, David," she said, "out for a
stroll?"

"Hi Julia," said David, "just my evening constitutional," and kept walking.

Julia maintained speed to pace him, something she was an expert at
doing. She was famed for `walking' her little dog on a long leash whilst
driving in this manner. The staff all called her, `The Duchess," largely
because of this.

David just kept going, he was damned if Julia Anderson was going to get to
him after all that had happened to him tonight!

"My dear, do slow down, I want to speak to you!"

David stopped, what else could he do?

"That's better! Now. I have a proposition for you." She beamed at him from
her Rover.

David looked at her and raised his eyebrows, saying nothing.

"David, I'm having a party in a couple of weeks, after school is finished
for the summer. It will be very exclusive of course, only the best people
from the area will be coming, just a small intimate affair." She smiled
proudly.

David had absolutely no desire to go to one of Julia's parties. He'd heard
about them, but she had never before invited a teacher on her husband's
staff. No, they were restricted to local politicians, lawyers, even judges,
top medical people. Anyone who was anyone in the Tonbridge or Tunbridge
Wells area, but not lowly teachers at this school -- even the deputy
headmaster had never been invited.

David was desperately trying to think of reasons why he and Alice would be
unable to go -- a difficult task, since he didn't yet know the date! They'd
also have to get a baby sitter. "Oh, Mrs. Anderson -- Julia! We have a busy
summer coming up, but when is it?"

"Not to worry, darling! The proposition only involves you -- not your wife!
I want you to come and help out -- we'll even pay you if you like!"

David blinked at her, not really registering what she'd
said. "Oh. Um. Er... Mrs. ...  Julia. What exactly... " he stopped in
confusion.

Julia Anderson popped the lock on the passenger door of her Rover. "Jump in
and I'll tell you all about it." David jumped in.

"We are having a very sophisticated wine party with hors d'oeurves, and I
want something... special," she arched her eyebrows in David's direction.

"Yes?" David had not a clue what she was getting at.

"We want someone young and beautiful to help to serve drinks and food to
our guests," she gushed.

"You want me to be a waiter?" David exclaimed in horror.

"No, no, not a waiter," she beamed at him, " a Butler!" as if that were a
compliment beyond anything someone like him could ever have imagined
deserving.

"You want me to be your Butler?" David repeated with incredulity.

"We, Robert and I, are offering you the chance to be our Butler at the
social event of the year!"

"I see."

"David," her voice rose in triumph, "we want you to be the very first Naked
Butler at any English social event in the Kingdom!"

David's jaw literally dropped! "Naked? Naked Butler? I never heard of such
a thing!"

"Exactly! Darling, that's the whole point! No-one will be expecting it! You
will be an absolute sensation -- don't you see? We will be the talk of
society everywhere. We might get noticed in London! We could come to the
notice of Them!"

David could only surmise that `Them' was probably the Palace. "But Julia, I
couldn't possibly ..."

"Absolute nonsense, of course you could. I'll drop you a note with the
details. We'll keep you the whole night just in case, I'll have someone to
attend to grooming, perhaps you should arrange for Alice to visit her
mother in ...."

"Bexhill," provided David.

"Yes, Boxhill. This will be SUCH fun! Must fly."

And with that, she was off. David stood dazed once again. He was beginning
to think that he'd never need clothes again! However, he had no hope that
Julia Anderson would forget about this, he'd better prepare his wife.

When he got home, let himself in the unlocked back door, kissed his
sleeping son, and climbed into bed beside his gently snoring wife, he lay
back in the warmth of her body and closed his eyes, trying to forget his
life.

"How was the swimming lesson?" asked a sleepy Alice.

"Oh, it was er, ... good. Great in fact."

"Thaaa's good," Alice replied barely awake, "so he was good was he?"