Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2005 08:03:32 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 19

The following story is a work of fiction set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If
sexual scenes involving male to male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real
life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'.

"Nature Walk" 19 (M/t)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee


"Only one problem with you being a bear, Barry."

"More complaints, Steve?"

"I never used so much dental floss in my whole life,
trying to get your hair out from between my teeth!"

"On man, that's totally gross Steve!"

On the morn, Barry stood with a half-white beard,
shaving the gristle off his face. Steve contorted his
mouth every which way, working the floss in between
his brighty-whities.

"I guess my biggest problem is trying not to get a
hard on with your in the towel around your waist,
Barry!"

"Hmm, this make it any harder, Steve?"

Barry's torso towel dismounted his hips, falling to
the floor.

"Oh, now that's playing dirty, Barry."

"Hee heeee... that'll teach ya, teach!"

"Teach me what?"

"To get all dressed before me!"

"Well, some of us are interested in getting to school
on time, especially when a free ride is in store?"

"Oh shit! What time is it, Steve?"

"Let's just say if you hurry now, Barry, you might
have time to guzzle down two sips of coffee!"

He laughs as Barry goes a mile a minute, moving the
disposable razor up and down his chin.

"In the meantime, I'll be downstairs woofing down one
of Jade's delicious breakfasts," Steve calls from the
outer room.

"Wait for me, you bum!"

When Barry exits the jon, he's getting dressed solo.
After pulling on a pair of briefs, he sits to place
the dress socks on each toe grouping and up his leg.
Suddenly, sitting on his ass makes him think of the
wonderful rim job Steve did to him last night. In his
reverie, his hand goes to his crotch, fondling his
cock. He says to himself, regarding the half flaccid
rod, 'Tonight's the night, Steve bud!'

"Hey, dad?"

"Oh, Chad!"

"You better get a move on it. Steve says you've got
thirty seconds. What's taking you so long?"

As if Chad didn't know, after seeing his dad's briefs
tented!

"Tell him I'll be right down, Chad."

"Okay, 'O Horny One'!"

"Get tha fu...."

%

"Jade, can I take another Twinkie for Diego?"

"Why sure, Phlip. I'll drop an extra one in your
lunch, if you're not buying lunch today."

"Jade, how can we buy lunch, when we don't know what's
on the menu?"

"Well, it so happens that I went online last night and
looked it up, guys."

"You know how to use a 'puter, Jade?"

Laughing, she replies, "Oh yes. Would you believe that
I know how to use more than a stove, microwave, food
processor and wooden spoon?"

She and the two boys laughed.

"What's on the menu?"

"Well, let's see, for March 30, they are offering
Tony's cheese pizza or tacos, plus lettuce and tomato
salad and your choice of fruit."

"And what's on your menu, Jade?"

Giggling she replies to Aidan and Philip, "Peanut
butter and jelly, Gatorade and oh, make sure you bring
the bottle home with you. They don't want you leaving
them in the cafeteria."

"How come, Jade?"

"Because if every boy and girl did that, they would
have a mess of bottles on their hands. Same with
cans."

"Well they don't do anything but hand out Tony's
pizza," Aidan says.

Philip adds the light duty as, "Yeah, what kind of
hard work is that?"

"Ahem, well, don't you think it takes a lot of work
keeping pizza for three hundred students all nice and
crispy warm, an easy thing. You know they don't have
it delivered in boxes and for the students whom buy
drinks, it takes a lot of refrigeration."

"Hey, I never thought of that."

"So, do you wish to buy or brown bag it?"

They both choose the brown bag.

"Can I have an extra Twinkie for Diego, too, Jade?"
Aidan asks.

"You too what, Aidan?"

"I want an extra Twinkie, too."

"Oh my. Even though Diego is younger, he seems to be
so much more polite, ahem!"

"Oooooh, Jade put it over on you guys!"

"Shut up, Chad!"  Both Aidan and Philip tell the jock.

Chad, enunciating the perfection of manners, asks,
"May I please have another glass of orange juice,
Jade?"

"Sure, Chad. It's right there on the refrigerator
door!"

The young boys mock him out, "AaahaaahahaaaChaaaaad!"

Chad says to Matty, "I guess Squirt I and Squirt II
don't want to go on the picnic with us."

"Picnic?" Aidan asks.

Philip pries, "What picnic, Chad?"

"The picnic Matty and I were planning this weekend
with Miguel and Juan."

"Ooooh can we come, pleeeeeeeeaaaase?" Aidan pleads.

Philip adds his own special plead, "Extra pleeeease?"

Both have their hands folded, begging as if for
forgiveness, of the two jocks.

"What do you think, Matty?"

"I couldn't really tell Chad, if the Squirts begged
for mercy or to go on the picnic."

"Both, if it's gonna help, Chad!" Philip offers.

"Me too," Aidan replies, on the double.

"I don't know, Chad, how can we turn down such angelic
faces as those two?"

As Matty says that fact, the Squirts put on over
indulged grins.

"Okay, but you better behave yourselves and do as
Matty and I say!"

"Yeeeees!"  the ten and eleven year olds shout out,
jumping up and down, arms above their heads.

"Geez, Chad, it's like we're taking them to the moon,
or something!"

"Oh, Chad?"

"Yeah, Squirt?"

"Can Diego come too?"

"I don't know. I'll have to see what his dad says, so
let's leave it at a 'maybe'?"

"Okay. You're the best, Chad!"

"I helped, Squirt. Don't I get a hug, too?"

"Alright."

Philip puts his arms around Matty's waist and gives
him a half pint hug.

"Hey, Matty?"

"Yeah, Squirt?"

"You better go to the jon. You're thingy is big!"

Jade laughed, as did Chad and Aidan.  Matty turned on
Philip, fingering him in all the tickly places.

%

Ken hacked away at a letter on his computer, trying to
correct some grammar: 'Will meet you.... no, yeah,
will meet you at the rest stop and need to... no,
backspace... will meet you, period. I need to talk
with you... yeah, that's good... Dear Sean, I know I
seemed really upset with you yesterday. Sorry. Can we
talk things over? Meet me after your last class today
on the old pine road, where we used to meet.... no,
doesn't sound right.... oh hell, who cares... it's
just to get him there by himself...' After printing
the letter, he folded it, put it in an envelope and
left his house, intent on giving him the letter before
his first class. Ken got dressed, jumped in his car
and sped to the university. Bummer, a cop pulled him
over. After the usual, including a $35.00 ticket,
which he claimed Sean would 'pay for', Ken made it to
WRCC. Now, because of his speeding ticket, he missed
Sean. 'Fuck! If I don't connect with Sean, Hiro will
be fuckin' pissed at me!'

His plan 'had' to come together before the weekend.

%

"Forget the bumps in the road, it's nice of Kade to
offer the limo service!" Alonzo said, brightly,
looking across at the driver.

Kade says, "I hope our backseat passengers are
behaving themselves!"

"Oh, we are," Steve replies, "sort of!"

Barry adds, "Don't worry, Kade, I used Steve's briefs
to wipe up the cum!"

What a cheerful ride to work!

"Oh, Kade, we forgot to talk about the play."

"Oh yeah, how about 'Oklahoma'?"

"But that's a musical!"

Steve says, "What problem would that be? Barry knows
music."

"But they've never done a musical at West Richland."

"Never?" Barry asks, "Damn, are they behind the times.
Haven't the music teachers ever pressed for one?"

Kade points out, "You kidding? They're lucky they can
get two tubas and bass drum to come out for marching
band!"

"Oh, now that's just wrong."

"You tell'em, Barry."

Alonzo says, "Well, maybe it would be a good idea at
that. I mean might begin to get some culture moving
here in West Richland."

Barry asks, "Do you know of any citizens that play
instruments?"

"Hey, wait!" A light goes off in Alonzo's head.
"Doesn't that symphony orchestra conductor have a
summer music colony over in Gifford, Kade?"

"I think I heard something about it."

"Oh c'mon Kade."

"Hey, Alonzo, Jade is more into the arts, than me!"

Barry pipes up with, "Jade is into the arts?"

"Yes. Highly supportive I may add."

"Hmm... what has she been involved in?"

Steve hangs back, looking Barry's fine bod up and
down, as he hangs in between the seats, talking with
Kade. It's all he can do to keep his hands from
pinching that hot ass!

"Well, she plays the violin, you know?"

"No, I didn't know that. What a multi-talented women!"

"If I'm not mistaken, it had been last summer that she
organised her group presentation of a madrigal
dinner."

Alonzo says, excitedly, "Madrigal dinner? That's it!"

"Of course," Barry agrees, "perfect for a first
project!"

"But, ooooh," Alonzo then sighs.

"What's the matter, Alonzo? It's like somebody just
blew your pilot out!"

"It's gonna take big bucks and I mean big bucks!"

Kade seconds it, based on Jades' experience, "Oh yeah.
Ask Jade. She says it costs thousands for the first
one."

"First one?"

"Yes. They decided to make this the first of a
traditional, yearly production."

Barry gets a great one, "Then they already have the
wardrobe, right?"

"What they could afford."

"Hmm... if they have some of the wardrobe, even half
of what we could borrow."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Jade had been very
adamant about sharing such expensive costumes," Kade
reported.

"Yes," Alonzo continued, "but they might be willing to
share, if we shared back."

"What are you driving at Alonzo?"

"Well, what if they lent us what they had? This would
mean that we could raise some money for additional
costumes and props. Then when they had their second
performance, they could borrow back the additions we
made from our production!"

"Hot damn!" Barry picked up from Washakie's vocal
wardrobe, "I think you've got something there,
Alonzo."

Steve asks, "But... do you think the kids will go for
something like this?"

"Well of course," Barry spits out, "it'll be totally
rectang-u-laire!"

The four men burst out in laughter.

Alonzo replies, "Y'know, Barry, I think you have an in
for our drama club."

"In?"

"Yeah, like a catchy cliche. Today you and I are going
to take an extended lunch."

"Um, do you think Washakie will like that?" Barry
asks.

"Hee heeee... if we don't go to the source, he will."

"Huh? How does that go, Alonzo?"

"Hee heeee... I forgot to fill you in on one little
detail. Marsha Burke is Washakie's niece!"

"Her? Him? Oh nooooo!"

"Yeah, I know, Barry. They don't seem like it. He's
like so laid back and she's as tough as nails."

"Hard to believe they're from the same tree," Steve
remarks.

Kade asks, "Um, I know this sounds sort of in the
gossipy venue, but I have heard rumors that Marsha
Burke is a lesbian."

Barry and Steve could see Alonzo take a wide turn from
the previous, upbeat conversation.

"So, what the fuck would that have to do with
anything, Kade?"

"Oops!" Barry says, leaning to the back seat, giving
up all rights to be in the conversation, to the two
differing opinions.

"Hey, I'm not saying anything against her."

"Then what the hell did you bring it up for, Kade?"

"For no reason. It's only because Steve brought up how
different they were!"

Kade showed the anger back, slapping his hand on the
horn, which made the person in front of him look back
in his rearview.

Steve leaned forwards, added, "Hey, don't drag me into
this," then leaned back against the seat.

"I don't see why a person has to bring something like
that up!" Alonzo, still annoyed at Kade's statement.

"Hey, I fuckin' didn't mean anything by it, okay?" His
voice became louder.

So, for all of the remaining ten minute trip to West
Richland High School, the journey remained silent.

As soon as the car parked, ignition still engaged,
Alonzo said coldly, "Thanks for the ride," slammed the
car door shut and marched off towards the school
entrance, attache in hand.

"Whew! I don't get it."

"Kade," Barry comforts, with his arm to his shoulder,
"don't let it get to you. Yesterday I said something
anti-gay to Alonzo, by mistake and he blew up at me
too."

Steve says, "You didn't mention anything about that to
me, Barry."

"I know Steve. I forgot, but remind me because I want
to tell you."

"Sure. I think we better get a move on it."

The three walked into the main office. Forthwith, the
secretary acted sweet as pie, even though Barry had
been late in reviewing the morning announcements.
Alonzo's teacher's box had been vacated and he had
disappeared.

"I guess you and Alonzo better have a talk. What do
you think Kade?"

"You're right Steve. He's a real nice guy. I'd hate to
lose his friendship."

"Not to mention have Jade on you for not making up?"

"Damn, I didn't think of that, Steve. Thanks."

Steve smiled, then waved to Barry, getting his
attention to tell him he would see him later.

"Good morning all you dudes and duddettes for some
important announcements, which aren't many, but first
let's turn our hearts towards our freedom of democracy
and rise for the salute to the flag!"

Barry had the office staff eating out of his hand. He
could see from here on in, there would be no problem
in having anything typed up, photocopied, anything
that required clerical services, to be carried out. He
would also find that from the wall of teacher's
mailboxes, his would be number one on the count of
being the morning announcer. Also, his teacher's box
would be the most neatly kept, the papers being
shuffled for appearance sake, not tossed in and left.
Everyday he would go home with some sort of token of
appreciation from one of the office secretaries. And
of course, one couldn't get ahead of the other, so the
Barr-Clark freezer would begin to fill up with
pineapple upside down cake, cheesecake, apple pie,
etc. All those delicious foods to keep the spare tire
filled. Jade didn't mind though. It helped her out
with variety, at the after school snacks for her
'honeys'!

"Thank you sooooo much, Mr. Barr."

"No problem, ladies. Now, I think I should get to my
first class."

Of course, everyday Barry had a good excuse not to
linger for chat. When he arrived at the team-taught
learning experience, Alonzo had the class already in
progress.

"Good morning, Mr. Barr!"

Alonzo had to suspend some thoughts, waiting for the
jocularity to die down.

"Since we have a speaker in our midsts, Mr. Barr,
would you mind reading the gist of today's lesson?"

Barry noticed that, like night and day, Alonzo's
attitude had turned back into Mr. Nice.

"Certainly... let's see now... 'Biomes' There are many
different kinds of plants and animals on the Earth,
but only certain kinds are naturally found at any
particular place. (We are not counting zoos here!)"

Barry looks around 'the zoo', to make sure everybody's
paying attention.

"Um, you there!" He points to a guy sitting, pushing a
pencil around the handout.

"The name's Jared, what do you want?"

"Well, 'Jared-what-do-you-want', how about flipping
that pencil over to the eraser end and doing some
eraser magic on that handout in front of you?"

"Oh, Jared's busted!" One of the other guys replies.

"And we don't need any extra comments, unless you
would like to take over the class, um?"

"Glenn."

"Read, Glenn."

"Oh. Do I gotta?"

"Yes, you gotta, unless you like detention?"

"Okaaay... For example, cacti are found in the desert,
polar bears are found in the Arctic, and elephants are
found in central Africa and India. So, why don't
people living in south Texas have to be on the lookout
for snow leopards, or why don't kids in Minnesota have
to worry about finding giant boa constrictors in their
back yards? It is because these animals are not
adapted to live in the average weather conditions
found in Texas or Minnesota."

Alonzo folded his hands across his chest. He figured
out then and there how relaxed Barry could be at
times, then turn right around and take control,
commanding the respect and discipline required to
promote a quality learning environment.

"Jared?"

"Yes, Mr. Barr, sir?"

"Read."

Jared clears his throat and stutters as he reads on,
"These average weather conditions, such as the range
of temperature and rainfall that typically occur in a
particular location like Minnesota, are called the
climate of that location. Some climates are hot, some
are cold, some are wet and some are dry."

"Glen?"

"But I just read, Mr. Barr. Pick on somebody else!"

"Um, would you rather I pick on you at 3:30, Glen?"

"Okaaaay... "Adapted" means that a plant or animal has
inherited certain characteristics that enable it to
live in one type of climate or another. For example,
polar bears have a layer of fat under their skin and a
heavy fur coat to help them withstand arctic cold.
They would have a difficult time trying to survive in
a hot climate."

"OKay, uh, Claudia?" Barry questions, recalling her in
Steve's class yesterday.

"Hi Mr. Barr."

"Claudia, I thought you were in Mr. Clark's sciene
class?"

"I found out there was an opening, so changed. I
needed to, in order to take English honors."

"I see, okay, well continue reading, please."

"Sure, Mr. Barr. No problem! Plants and animals don't
live in isolation, but they live together with other
plants and animals in an interdependent group called
an ecological community. If you think about it for a
moment, you will realize that all of the plants and
animals in a particular ecological community must be
adapted to the same climate so that they can all live
in the same location."

Well, there's one crush Barry new he had on him. Too
bad it wasn't Jared or Glenn!

Alonzo took on the rest of the class times, explaining
in detail, using pictures and other examples Biones.
Barry thought how professional he could be, getting a
grip after he and Kade had their heated conversation.
One thing that bothered him is how come Kade would get
so explosive over anything that went against gay
pride. In time he figured it would come out.

Alonzo continues, "Okay, so as you can see, it's a
distinct ecological community of plants and animals
living together in a particular climate is called a
"biome." Scientists have divided the broad spectrum of
climates and ecological communities found on Earth
into biomes in different ways - some with many
divisions, some with only a few. Is that the bell
already?" Alonzo asked. "Okay, before you all leave,
on the bottom of this page, there's a list of commonly
found groupings of Biomes: Arctic Tundra, Mid-Latitude
Deciduous Forest, Desert, Tropical Rainforest,
Tropical Savannah, Taiga.
Your homework is to research two groupings and be
prepared to report on them tomorrow. Have a good
afternoon!"

Claudia passed by Barry, saying, "See you after school
at drama club, Mr. Barr."

"Oh, are you coming out, Claudia?"

"Yes and so are all my friends!"

Barry wondered how many friends she had!

%

"Well that lesson plan stunk!" Kade reported to his
team teacher, Gail Fitch.

"Well, I can't say it's been your smoothest, Kade.
Something bothering you?"

"No, Gail."

"Everything okay at home?"

"I'm okay. I just feel bad because the kids are
getting gipped when I mess up."

"Oh, Kade you can't go and blame yourself. Listen, why
don't I handle the next class."

"But it's not your turn, Gail."

"Kade, do you think I keep track? Besides, you know
that traditional and contemporary beliefs of
aboriginal cultures are a favorite of mine!"

Kade giggled, "Gail, I must be the luckiest team
teacher, to have you."

"No, I'd say I'm the luckiest!"

Kade knew that to be a professional quip from Gail.
Afterall, he knew that Marsha Burke wasn't the only
lesbian in the WR school system. The only thing that
kept drumming over and over in his mind is the
confrontation with Alonzo this morning. He started
getting a migraine over it.

%

"Sorry I kept you from your class, Sean."

"It's okay if I miss now and then, Jacq. Besides, for
today it's an extra special reason."

"That's real sweet of you to say, Sean, but I do have
a patient schedule to follow."

"I figured, but I felt compelled to make our morning
last as long as I could keep you in bed, Jacq."

"You know, Sean, I really, really enjoyed that nice
long fuck last night."

"Wow! I figured you would say once is enough."

"On the contrary, Sean," Jacq fell into a more serious
state, looking into his eyes, lying a few inches from
his face, then continued, "I want to enjoy your tool
inside me some more."

"Cool!"

"That is if you enjoyed it, Sean."

"Well, tell you the truth. At first I didn't think I
would like fucking you, Jacq, but the more and more I
sunk my cock into you, the more erotic it seemed.
Shit, when I started riding your ass, it got so hot!"

"Heee hee heeee....you know I sensed the same Sean?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. All I could think of is your thick meat
filling the insides of me and forget it each time you
passed over my prostrate!"

"I did notice the mess from your neck to navel and
beyond."

"Yeah, well, even though I had a lot of precum, I
can't believe the big load I shot!"

"Hah! You shot? I thought I shot enough wads to fill
you up to your neck!"

Neither one could top the other, so both took each
other into their arms and drew their lips together,
doing some silent talking.

%

"So, are you with me, Mike?"

"I don't know Wade."

"Oh c'mon Mike. The whole school's getting overrun
with these faggots. We've gotta do something about
it."

"Like what do you have in mind, Wade?"

"Nothing too serious. Connor usually walks through the
back forest area to get from school to the road.
Perfect cover for us."

"Yeah, but do you want to do to him?"

"Work his over a little. See if we can get him to
change his mind about being a faggot. Show them other
faggots that they don't belong here at school."

"Do you think that's going to change things if we hurt
Connor?"

"Sure it will Mike. When those faggots see what
happens to Connor, they'll think twice about being
what they are. You see, Mike, after we take care of
him, those other faggots will want to change."

"Hmm. I never thought about things happening like
that."

"Sure, so what do you say?"

"I guess so."

"So, you'll meet me in the woods after school?"

"Not right after school, Wade."

"Why not?"

"Well, you see there's this drama club starting up
and..."

"Drama? That's for sissies!"

"No it's not, Wade."

"Look, Mike. Just forget it. I'll handle the faggot
problem at our school by myself."

Mike watched Wade walk away. He wasn't going to rat on
his friend of many years, but neither was he sure that
this would be a solution to the gay issue. With lunch
over, he gathered his garbage and tossed it. On his
way out he looked across the lunchroom, seeing Connor
Matthews and Jim Faulkner, whom he thought for sure
were a couple. He didn't really see much wrong with
how they acted, nor the problem with them being gay.
They didn't like, preach that being gay is a good
thing. But he was in a quandary, when he thought about
Wade's thinking whether being gay is something a guy
had a choice in the matter of becoming. Maybe Wade was
right about them being dangerous too. He wasn't sure.
If a token was chosen, maybe the guys at school would
think twice about being gay.

%

"As Chad would say, that pizza looks nasty!"

"Gee, Philip, isn't good that we have Jade to make us
good lunches."

"Yup."

"Hey, there's Diego."

"Yeah, I'll go get him."

Phlip walks over to where he sees Diego coming into
the cafeteria. The West Richland schools went through
a major overhauling this school year. Gearing more
towards community studies, they now allowed mixed
grades of students fourth grade and older to mix at
lunch time, instead of staying together as a class.
They also restructured lunches so that students of all
levels could make a choice of hot lunch. Of course the
high school benefitted with a menu of burritos, pizza,
egg rolls and about six other main courses, whereas
the selection dwindled in the middle school and for
elementary students they had a choice of pizza, salad
and fruit or brown bagging it.

"What's in your bag, Diego?"

"Um, one of these cheese things with crackers."

"That's it?" Philip comments."

"Yes. My dad doesn't know what to give me, so he buys
these little things they call combos."

"Well, here I brought you a Twinkie."

"Me, too," Offers Aidan.

"Thanks guys!" the nine year show his appreciation.

"But you should have more than that, Diego."

"Yeah," agrees Aidan.

Following Philip, Aidan breaks off a chunk of his
prepared sandwich and gives it to Diego.

"Wow, this is like I have a real lunch now!"

"Cool!" Philip and Aidan share in Diego's joy of
eating.

"What do you guys do after school?"

"We first go home and Jade gives us a snack."

"Right after school?"

"Sure. Doean't your dad give you a snack?"

"Yes. He has a box of these gummi worms."

"Diego, that's not nutrishish enough."

"It's not, Philip?"

"Nope," Aidan agrees. "Jade says we need to eat good
or we're going to wind up with a belly like Philip's
dad."

"But my dad looks good with a belly doesn't, he
Aidan?"

"Yeah, he does Philip. I think your dad looks good,
period!"

Philip observes, "I wonder if when I get older if I'll
have all that hair like he has on his body?"

"Your adopted, Philip."

"Then I guess I wouldn't."

"You're adopted, Philip?"

"Yup. So is Aidan."

"You are?"

"Yup, Diego."

"Wow! I never knew any kids that were adopted before."

"It's no bid deal, Diego. I don't feel adopted or
anything."

"But what did Aidan mean about being adopted and being
hairy?"

"I'm not sure, but if I'm adopted, chances are that I
wouldn't look like my dad. I mean Chad doesn't have
all that hair on his chest and stomach, like my dad
does."

"You know what Philip?"

"What Aidan?"

"I wonder if you and Chad are really related."

"How's that go, Aidan?"

"Well, you and Chad are both blondes and you both
don't have any hair on your chest."

"Chad's got a little stripe, here," Philip moved his
thumb down and up his stomach.

"Maybe you will get a stripe too, Philip."

"I'd like that. I think those stripes that guys have
on their tummies are cool!"

Diego pipes up, "Then I think you will like 'my' dad's
tummy. He's got one of those stripes, too!"

"Cool!" Philip calls out.

"Cool!" Aidan seconds it, now hooked on trails, seeing
that Philip likes them.

"I just thought of something Philip."

"What's that Aidan?"

"I wonder how it will feel with my tummy pushing
against your's with that trail."

"I don't know Aidan. I guess we'll have to find out
when it happens."

The two completely became oblivious of the subject
matter they chatted about, with Diego in their
presence. On the other hand, Diego wondered about what
Aidan said about his belly matching up with Philip's.

"Um, why would you have your bellies matched up,
Aidan?"

"Oops!" Aidan, eyes as wide as saucers, looks over at
Philip, who appears to be in the same fix of mind.

"Um, 'scuse us for a minute, Diego. C'mon Aidan, I
gotta talk with you."

The two go off to the side, where they are alone.

"We gotta tell Diego, Aidan."

"Yeah, I think he's getting suckspitsshush, Philip."

"Do you want me to tell him or you?"

"Ooooh noooo... you tell him Philip, but maybe we
should tell him when we get home."

"But he will prolly be going home with his dad."

"Oh yeah."

"Well, let's at least wait til the end of the day."

"Yeah, okay."

Reporting back to the table, they notice that Diego
has tidied up the table surface.

"Um, we got something important to tell you Diego, but
we gotta wait til after school."

"Okay. Look, I cleaned up!"

"We noticed," Aidan told him.

Like Chad, Philip saw that Diego needed more, so
offered, "Boy that sure saved Aidan and I some time.
Thanks pal!"

Diego grinned. Not only did he like the compliment,
but also the use of the word, pal!

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"I just talked with Jade on the phone, Alonzo and she
says she's thinking about it."

"Well, at least she didn't say no."

"Yeah, well, I've got to go check to see if there's
any afternoon annoucements, Alonzo."

"Hey, put in a good word for the drama club."

"Sounds so ordinary."

"What does?"

"The 'drama club'."

"You're right Barry. We've gotta pizzazz it up."

"How about since we're going to be doing something
that involves more than drama, incorporating music and
hell, lots of art work, that we call it something like
fine and performing arts."

"Hey, you know that sounds more, um.... 'high
schoolish', Barry."

"High schoolish? Is that in the dictionary?"

"Yeah, Barry. Right under rectangulaire!"

"Okay, so you got me. Alright, I'll come up with
something."

"You always do.... oh, and Barry?"

"Yeah, Alonzo?"

"Break a leg!"

Barry grinned, leaving the teacher's cafe, heading
back to the office. As he rounded the corner, in deep
thought, mulling around the words, 'fine and
performing arts', he didn't see the student headed
from the opposite direction. He got knocked right on
his ass.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry, mister... um..."

"Barr... oh man... do you play football or something?"

"Here, give me your hand Mr. Barr."

"Yeah, thanks."

"God, I'm real sorry about that Mr. Barr."

"That's okay, um..."

"Mike, Mike Finnegan."

"Well, I can't say that I was paying much attention to
where I was going, so I guess it's more my fault."

"Yeah, well it's not like I don't have anything on my
mind, either."

"Like school."

"Um, yeah."

Mike left Barry's thought as stated. He didn't want to
go into the real reason of his deep thought, though he
did wish he had a third party to chat with about
Wade's plan to ambush Connor Matthews after school.

"Mr. Barr?"

"Yes, Mike?"

"Aren't you the faculty advisor in charge of the drama
club?"

"I'm co-advisor. Mr. Romano is really the head honcho.
Why? Are you interested, Mike?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Time's not good for you?"

"No, it's not that Mr. Barr. Y'see, my buddy says that
drama club is for sissies."

"Oh? And what's your views, Mike?"

The two walked and talked, heading in the direction of
the office.

"Well, I'd like to get involved, but I don't want to
hear rumors behind my back about being a sissy and
all."

"Let me ask you something, Mike."

"Sure, Mr. Barr."

"Is that the philosophy you intend on following for
the rest of your life?"

"Philosophy?"

"Yes. Build your principles for living that if what
people think about you, commands your actions for
living your life to their objectives and not your
own?"

"Wow! I didn't think of it at all like that."

"It's like you are your own person, Mike. Are you
going to let your fellow students tell you how to
think and do, just because of hearsay?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean."

"Another thing, Mike. You only get to live life once
through. Once, which means the time is now to take
that chance to be what you want and do what you want.
I'm not talking about doing something that's obviously
wrong, but for your career and the bearing that
experiencing the joy or the fine and performing arts,
starts now. My opinion is.." Barry bends his ear close
to Mike's, "fuck what your friends say and do the
right thing!"

Mike laughs out loud, getting Barry's meeting, with
the four letter word mentioned incognito.

"Thanks, Mr. Barr. I appreciate you talking with me."

"Your welcome, Mike. Don't forget."

"Don't forget what, Mr. Barr?"

"Be there or be rectang-u-laire!"

Mike giggles and departs when they hit the office
entrance. Unlike most of his day, this had developed
into a 'high' moment. But, the thing with Wade still
hung over his head. He didn't want to go against Wade,
but then again, he didn't exactly approve of his
actions. Still, there was that friction of interests.

"Attention for afternoon announcements, students...
the second announcement for this afternoon..."

Agnes, the secretary, tried to tell Barry that he
omitted the first, but he kept right on going.

"The West Richland High School football team will be
at an away game this Friday. Meet at the gym at
2:45pm, sharp, if you want a ride to the game. Next,
the Spinach... oh sorry, that was Spanish Club will
meet tomorrow afternoon in the library, instead of the
cafeteria. I guess that's because of the Spinach club
meeting there, instead!"

Barry again had the school in hysterics, improvising
on his little goof.

"And finally, announcement number one... the West
Richland High, Society for the Fine and Performing
Arts, formerly known as the 'drama club', dah, will
meet this afternoon in the front of the office at 2:45
sharp. Be there or be rectang-u-laire!"

A few classrooms away, when Alonzo heard Barry make
mention of 'the West Richland High Society for the
Fine and Performing Arts', he blurted out, "Brilliant!
Just brilliant!"

Meanwhile, back at the office...

"Barry, what's this 'high society' stuff?"

"Well, Mr. Washakie, Alonzo Romano and I got to
thinking that the drama club sounded a little too
vague, not to mention dull and old-fashioned, so we
decided to give it some pizzazz."

"You do realize that you're supposed to be running
things like this by me before going ahead and just
doing it?"

"Okay. So how do you like it now that I've run it by
you, Alex?"

Agnes began giggling, then followed by the other
secretaries. They knew the principal's footsies got
stepped on!

"Well, from now on, run an idea by me before
presenting it to the students."

"Now that you mention it, we've decided to nix the
tradition play and present a Madrigal Dinner and
show."

"Oh no."

"What's wrong with our idea."

"Listen Barry, no offense, but we've got traditions
and ideals to follow here and..."

"And what's wrong with integrating them with something
new and innovative."

Agnes broke in, "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Agnes, don't you have some pencils to sharpen or
something?"

Of course. She picked up the cup of pens and pencils
and took them right over to the pencil sharpener, but
also sharpened her hearing skills!

"Listen, Alex, this is going to be something that will
draw together not just a wider range of drama
enthusiasts, but the music department, art department
and various members of the community. We're not
talking about kids getting on stage and reciting 'Mary
Had A Little Lamb'."

"Lennon did more than that."

"And as I recollect from what teachers have told me,
putting on a play of Shakespear, narrowed down to a
half hour because of editing, due to the roles of
three students, doesn't exactly sound like success to
me."

"You know you're driving a fuckin' hard bargain here,
Barr."

"Well, if you have to get vulgar over it, Mr.
Washakie, then I'll tell you where you can take your
drama coadvisor job and stick it!"

"What tha?"

Barry make his exit.

"If he quit, the other one's gonna too!"

"Agneeeeeessss!"

"Don't you Agnes me, Washakie. Fess up. You just lost
the best new shot of adrenaline West Richland has had
in the past few years. Damn, you know as well as I do
that Lennon's drama club could be equated with the
sinking of the Titanic!"

Alex Washakie, principal of West Richland High School,
stood there, arms across his chest, taking a
browbeating by his head secretary. Not only that, he
noticed her cronies beginning to assemble, to back her
up.

"Alright...alright, so you're right. What do you want
me to do?"

"As soon as I page Barry back to the office, you can
apologize and give him carte blanche, along with Mr.
Romano."

"I'll apologize, but I'm not so sure about the carte
blanche!"

"Then maybe I should give your niece a little buzz."

"Don't you go dragging Marsha into this, Agnes!"

"Well?"

"Alright, you win. Carte blanche it is!"

As Washakie goes to his office, Agnes revs up the PA
system. Her coworkers congratulate her on how well she
runs the high school!

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"Fuck! Where in the hell is he?"

Ken gets strung out over the fact that he hasn't
crossed Sean's path for the third time today, entering
or leaving his classes at West Richland Community
College.

"Damn it, that scumbag! I'll get him the fuck good for
this!"

"Hey, Ken, what's up?"

"Oh, Matty... Chad, man."

"You look stung out, Ken."

"Yeah, well. You heard about Sean and I breaking up?"

"Yeah, sorry to hear that man," Chad consoles.

"I had this note I wanted to give him. Maybe talk some
stuff over with him," Ken says.

"Want us to give it to him?"

"If you could. I'd appreciate it."

Oh how Ken would appreciate Sean receiving the
contents of the letter. Opening it and agreeing to
meet him out on the old pine road turnabout. Meeting
not him, but his cousin Hiro, to be snatched out of
life, subdued, put in bondage, a pawn to draw his
lover, Jacq della Croix, as well into the snare.
Together those two will spend eternal pain in the
clutches of his cousin, Hiro, as he and his friends
enjoy causing the two torturous misery.

"No problem, Ken."

Matty adds, "Sorry about the breakup, Ken."

"Yeah, I've live."

Ken will live alright. In a week or so, he'll be
laying in his bed at home, watching video over and
over of Sean getting tortured by his cousin. He'll
jerk off over and over, watching Sean, the guy who
ditched him for an older man, get what's coming to
him. As Matty and Chad walked away, the thoughts came
back to him what he said to his cousin, Hiro, about
maybe coming up with a couple more slaveboys. Wouldn't
Matty and Chad, two hefty, well built college jocks
fit the bill perfectly!

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