Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2012 21:11:27 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Brief encounters Chap 109

Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!

First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!

This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.

Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!

You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!

Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!

Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm

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Dear boys and girls (yes there is one!) take note..

With the end of the year looming this will probably be the last post untill
the first week of the New Year, as otherwise I will be scheduled to post on
Christmas day when I should be stuffing me turkey

So I wish you all the fun of whatever it is you will be getting up to and
strongly urge you to do anything that I would. And, of course do be ware of
Santa appearing in the middle of the night and trying to do something with
your chimney..

You know, you could always send Nifty a monetary Christmas present ,they
would be very grateful I'm sure.

I will see you all metaphorically in the New year.

Tom


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Chapter 109 – Wonder if somebody's got a safety pin?


"Who was it who wanted him then, I missed it?"

"I dunno, Harry said it so quick then they shot off." Nigel shrugged his
shoulders. "We'll find out soon enough, I hope it wasn't to serious `cause
the poor sods already gonna be in trouble with his mum."

"Why?"

"Because for the first time since he started school she sent him off
looking like new, well sort of," Nigel shook his head in despair, "now look
at him. Few hours and he's back to a right fuckin' mess."

"Both him and me. Oh shit."

Robin looked down at his trousers and then at his wet underpants hanging
from the tap, there was just so much semen to wash out that obviously some
proper form of detergent was going to be needed.

"Me mum'll go nuts, Nige wot can I tell her has happened to me?"

"You'll have to do the bottle trick, same as Art's gonna do."

"Wot?" he looked at Nigel. "The wot?"

"Easy, but you can only do it once or she'll guess if you tries it again."
Nigel smiled. "Before you get's home you gotta pour a bottle of water or
lemonade of something over the front of yer trousers, then you tells yer
mum some kids had bottle fight on the bus and you got it over you by
accident."

"Fuck, that's clever!" Robin managed a smile.

"It worked for me, but remember you can only use it once."

"But wot about me pants?"

"Dunno, you'll have to sneak 'em home in yer bag or something and wash 'em
proper won't you." said Nigel wagging a finger, "And, remember if you
starts playing with yerself through yer trousers this afternoon you won't
be able to stop. You'll be going home with 'em full of spunk and I knows
that ain't so easy to hide with a bottle of water."

"Right."

Hearing the salutary warning soon had Robin removing his hand from his
pocket and changing the subject. "So wot was it you wanted to know about
girls?"

"You sure you wanna tell me, it sounded before like you'd had dad trouble
or something."

"Uumm.. yeah I do." Robin took a deep breath. "I gotta do it, say
something."

"OK, only if you wants to." Nigel leant back against the basin. "Come on
and put yer pants in yer bag, I'll take Art's and we'll fuck off outta
here, you can tell me about this on the way."

Quickly gathering up their clothes they left the toilet and started walking
silently down the corridor towards the exit and smaller of the two
playgrounds.

"See, when I was just thirteen and had found how to wank, well I couldn't
stop could I?" started Robin. Pausing he looked at Nigel and blushed, "I
never been able to say that before... wanking.. I wank... I wank a lot!"

"Yeah I know, don't we all!." Nigel smiled as they reached the outside
door. "Come over here in the corner away from them other kids. We all does
it, but for some it takes a lot of courage to say they do it, don't it?"

"Yes, a fuckin' hell of a lot." Robin nodded. "So anyway, we ain't got much
time so let me tell wot you wants to know. See back then I wanted to see
what a girls bits was like so.. so.. Nige, Nige this is fuckin' hard to
talk about.."

"I ain't saying nothing to nobody if you don't want to, so it's up to you
if you want to carry on. Sometimes it's better to say things, than to keep
'em all fuckin' bottled up." Nigel sniffed. "Like my mum and dad, things
ain't very good there, d'you see wot I mean?"

"Oh I do, really I do." taking a breath Robin continued, "So, I'd seen her
tits before when I was twelve, but it was wot was between her legs I wanted
to know about."

"So do I!" Nigel grinned, his had already moving in his pocket.

Robin looked rather obviously at Nigel's trousers and grinned. "So I knew
that sometimes when she went in the bog she'd stay in there for ages and
start to make sorta noises!"

"Wot sorta noises," Nigel was quite excited, "d'you think she was wanking
then.. but, but, how'd she do it? How do they do it?"

"Yer, that's right I'm sure she was. Our bedrooms is next door and I'd hear
her moaning and the bed creaking at nightime." Robin put his hand back in
his pocket. "So I'd wank along with her when I heard her at it."

"Shit! You dirty little fucker!" Nigel's eye's were wide open and surprised
at Robin's admission. "You don't look as though butter would melt in yer
mouth! Last year Art and me were guessing whether some kids ever wanked at
all and we didn't think you did!"

"Well thanks!" Robin blushed. "Fuck! Couldn't say I did though, could I?
Like we just said some can admit and some not."

"Don't matter you have now! So fuckin' go on then, so wot happened next?"

"See, I had this great idea that I'd stand on a chair that was on the
landing and peep in bathroom through the little window thing over the
door. All the bedrooms have got 'em as well, it's how they built all the
houses in the street." Robin looked at Nigel. "But that's where it all went
wrong."

"You sure you want to tell me?"

"Yer, have to, see it's about dad and that as well." Robin looked at the
floor.

"Oh." Nigel could almost guess what was coming next, in which case it was
no wonder Robin was hesitant about revealing the details.

"Well," Robin looked round to see if anybody could overhear, "it was a
Sunday afternoon and she goes in the bathroom. I was bored and already
wanked twice in the morning and was still hard. Anyway I'm thinking she's
gonna do wotever she does and I was really horny!"

"We all wanks a lot on Sundays!" Nigel grinned. "Fuckin' go on then."

"So I gets the chair off the landing and puts it outside the bathroom door
and stands on it."

Nigel had by now developed a full erection and from the look of Robin's
hand so had he. "Rob, fuckin' leave it alone! I've warned you, now just
don't cum in yer trousers or you'll be fucked for the rest of the day!"

"I'll try." he smiled and removed his hand, leaving the head of his cock
outlined through his trousers.

"Dirty boy."

"So," closing his eyes he could almost visualise the scene, "wot I sees is
her with one or two fingers pushed up wot looks like a sorta hole, with a
few hairs around it.."

"Where?" excitedly interrupted Nigel. "Like where our cocks are?"

"Yeah, between her legs, sorta same place as yer willy. Sorts slit thing
about two, three inches long with a sorta uumm... little lumpy bit at the
top." Robin grinned, for once he knew more than Nigel, "It looked like
she's rubbing the lumpy bit while she's also got her fingers up her
hole. After a couple of mins she starts to moan a bit..."

"Yeah, go on!"

"It was hard to see but I thought she was all sorta wet like `cause she
takes he fingers out and licks 'em every now and then!" he looked at Nigel
who's jaw had dropped on hearing it. "D'you think girls cum like, you know
make juicy stuff?"

"Licks 'em?" repeated Nigel. "Wot's on 'em them.. could be a sorta girl cum
or something. Fuck!"

"Dunno, but that's when I see's her fanny thing proper, all the hairs is
sorts stuck together... anyway I'm so excited watching her I'm rubbing
meself and thinking I can hold back."

"But you fuckin' can't hold back can you?" Nigel grinned. "We've all done
that one!"

"I know that now! Anyway she sticks her fingers back in and fuckin' goes
for it! Well I'm rubbing along as well, then she must have cum or wotever
they does `cause she sorta doubles up and really makes a load of grunts and
that!"

"Fuck..." Nigel was hanging on every word and holding the gooey end of his
foreskin through his trousers. "And... and.."

"So I cums in me pants don't I! And in the excitement I sorta shake about
on the chair! Well, somehow the chair knocks against the bathroom door or
something `cause she looks up sees me wobbling about in the window. She
starts screaming and, and.. me dad comes upstairs quick to see wot it's all
about."

The excitement in Robin's voice tailed off, he managed a weak grin and
looked at Nigel, "Then it all went fuckin' wrong.."

"Wot, then?" asked Nigel feeling there was clearly more to this than sex,
"It's yer dad innit? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I must." Robin took a very deep breath. "You see, uumm.. dad ain't never
been easy.. uumm.. he's always been sorta short tempered and that.."

"Oh." said Nigel. Was Robin going to confirm Nigel's earlier guess?

"He's big see," he paused, "so he drags me down from the chair and says
he's gonna teach me a lesson `cause I'm a dirty little pervert.."

"You really wanna say this stuff?" asked Nigel, his guess confirmed. Seeing
the change in Robin he was unsure if he should put his arm around him or
not. He decided not.

"Yeah, nobody knows nothing... and I trust you." looking at Nigel he
blinked and took another breath. "So he sits on the chair and pulls me over
his knee, like.. like he's done before.. and, and before.."

"Oh fuck." Nigel was getting stuck for the right words, but he blurted
out. "Oh shit. He do like fuckin' hitting you don't he?"

Robin nodded. It was not the thing that any schoolboy really wanted to
admit about his father.

"I'm sorry.. I.." Nigel swallowed hard. At least his own father wasn't
violent.

"So.. so he says he's gonna do it proper and he rips me jeans down but,
but.. this is so.. so fuckin' embarrassing." Robin paused clearly now
becoming very upset.

"You sure?"

"Yeah I fuckin' am!" Robin wiped his eyes. "Now, d'you see `cause I'd cum
in me pants and he's pulled 'em down, it was all gonna be smeared all over
his trouser leg. He went fuckin' nuts when he realised..."

He paused again, Nigel just looked not sure whether to say anything or not.

"So he calls me every name he can think of... and he hit's me... and hit's
me... even Jilly came out the bathroom and begged him to stop, then mum
came up and had to scream at him to make him stop."

"I dunno wot to say." Nigel blinked. "Wot a cunt!"

"I couldn't sit down proper for ages. Don't `spose you'd remember, but I
had a couple of days off that week." he looked at Nigel and sniffed. "Mum
had to write a note to get me off gym `cause me bum was so bruised and she
was afraid somebody might see it."

"Fuckin' hell."

"We barely talks now. Mum's alright, I don't think things between them is
that great." he wiped his eyes again. "I ain't having nothing to do with
him. Ever. He's a cunt!"

"If it helps, my dad's just fuckin' useless." Nigel tried to smiled, but
ended up rubbing his eyes, "He don't do nothing `cept go fuckin' fishing
with his mates. He leaves Mum to do it all, so she gets pissed off trying
to keep it all together and then she shouts at us."

"Wot a fuckin' pair ain't we?" Robin's voice was sounding as though it were
cracking.

"We'll have to stick together and help each other then won't we." Nigel
blinked. "Not much fun without a sorta real dad is it?"

Robin didn't reply, he merely shook his head, sniffed and looked at the
ground.

"Y'know," Nigel did his best to smile, "Art's dad's fuckin' luvly. He even
talks to Art about wanking, growing up and all that, he's so fuckin'
nice... I wish he was mine.."

"Sounds.. he's.." Robin took a breath, "he's very lucky to me."

Not wishing to get onto the merits of Ted Weldon, knowing he would very
probably dissolve in tears Robin wiped his eyes as he bent down to pick up
his bag, "Come on, let's get on before the bell goes."

"Yeah." Nigel sniffed and wiped the sleeve of his blazer across his
face. "Strange innit, seems we all got something to hide ain't we?"

"Wonder wot happened to Art?" asked Robin in an attempt to change the
subject.



"Come on Gog's you're sitting with me for this one." said Joe, he reached
out and grabbed the sleeve of Charles blazer. "You'll get to know us all
this way, d'you see?"

"I will? I am?" Charles sat down heavily to Joe's left and looked rather
blankly around the classroom. "What lesson is it now?"

For Charles the day had been a whirlwind of new faces, routines and strange
discoveries. One particular discovery was firmly stuck in his mind, but he
didn't know what to do about it.

"Ain't you read yer timetable?"

"No," he looked at Joe, the glasses reflected Joe's grinning face, "I've
lost it."

"You twit how d'you do that? Never mind, you can copy mine out."

"So what lesson is it now?"

"Geography innit?"

"I don't know, is it?"

"That's wot I just said innit?"

Before Charles could reply Mr Weaver swept into the room carrying the
ubiquitous pile of exercise books. "Quiet lads."

Joe glanced down at Charles' grey shorts, they showed little sign of
activity, not even so much as a hand in the pocket. The secretive
discussion during the midday break after the abortive trip to the toilet
had been centred on Charles and the fact he was obviously a total innocent
as far as masturbation was concerned. Since they were taking it in turns to
sit by him throughout the day there had been several jokes about who would
be the lucky one to actually get inside his shorts.

"We might have to go back to cliff formations," Mr Weaver looked around the
room, "it seems from your homework not all of you are entirely with me on
this."

"I'm sick of bloody cliffs!" muttered Joe to Charles.

"Charles, it is Charles isn't it?" Mr Weaver looked over. Joe's murmuring
having attracted his attention and jolted his memory having forgotten that
Charles was joining the class. The oversize NHS glasses looked back.

"Yes Sir." mumbled Charles, clearly tired of being made the centre of
attraction and once again looking suitably embarrassed to confirm it.

"Have you done cliff formations before?"

"Yes, I did them at my last school." replied Charles adding very
firmly. "Twice."

"Good Lord!" exclaimed Mr Weaver. "You could probably tell us then."

"Probably!" replied Charles frostily in a rather adult style put
down. Despite his typically new boy image and outward appearance there was
one thing he was not doing again and that was boring cliff formations!

"Go for it!" whispered Joe nudging him under the desk. "Tell him we're all
sick of bleeding cliff formations!"

"Interesting, you're obviously quite an expert then." Mr Weaver turned away
leaving Charles wondering if his moment of bravado had alienated him.

"Wish he'd fuckin' jump off his rotten cliffs into the river!" hissed Alex
to Tom. "Cliffs is boring."

Tom started to giggle, naturally Alex soon followed and before long Joe had
turned round to see what the joke was. Mr Weaver suddenly swung round from
the blackboard and pointed directly at Tom and Alex, looking shocked they
sat bolt upright.

"Listen you two clever little things, I bumped into Mr James on the way
here and he told me you've already earned extra homework for messing about
and disrupting Charles' first day at school."

Pausing theatrically, it allowed the gravity of the situation to be fully
absorbed by their second year mindsets. Under the desk Alex, never the
strongest of personalities when being told off felt around and held Tom's
hand.

"So if I have to tell you off as well, then you'll be doing that extra work
in detention, have you got that?"

"Yes Sir.." the joint replied sounded a cross between a croak and mumble.

The other boys in the class fell silent, Mr Weaver was normally very easy
going so something must have upset him. However, some twenty minutes into
the lesson and he appeared to have regained his normal placid self. The
class relaxed although Tom and Alex were particularly careful not to do
anything silly and decided for a change just to get on with their allotted
work.

Conversely, Joe was hoping to win the bet of being the first to invade
Charles shorts and hadn't really been following the lesson at all. Instead
he had devoted his entire cerebral output to the very serious question of
how he could raise the subject of masturbation with Charles.

"Charlie," he whispered as Mr Weaver set about drawing another one of his
famously incomprehensible diagrams annotating the formations of cliffs.

"What?" Charles turned, then looked again making sure he wasn't
mistaken. Out the corner of his eye he could see that a hand was actively
doing something extremely obvious in Joe's pocket.

"Oh.. sorry," Joe replied quickly, but nevertheless very slowly withdrawing
his hand, "didn't mean you saw that..."

"Oh..." Charles furtively glanced down, was there a definite bulge in Joe's
shorts?

"Uumm..."

"See, see what?" whispered Charles excitedly. The fuse lit, it was now even
beginning to smoke a little.

"Uumm.." Joe did his best to look embarrassed, "uumm.. just that me willies
gone all hard and its got caught in me pants!"

"Oh! What its hard?" replied Charles incredulously. Looking very flushed
his mind was racing, now the subject had been raised dare he ask if Joe
masturbated? Would or could he tell him more about it? But first, was he
brave enough to even ask?

"D'you mind if I free it, me pants has got twisted!" Joe smiled. "Thought
I'd ask, in case you thought I was being funny or something putting me hand
down me shorts."

"No.. do it.." Charles' rapidly nodded to reinforce his approval and stared
down.

"Didn't mean to embarrass you or nothing," Joe leant over and whispered
very quietly, "y'know some boys won't even admit they does it or even try
to."

"Does, do what?" Charles' mouth was already going dry.

"Y'know.. wank."

"Uumm.." Charles' mouth was now so dry he was barely audible,
"do.. so.. do... do you?"

Smiling, Joe purposely pretended he hadn't quite heard. Quickly glancing
around the room he looked down and casually unzipped his shorts, opening
the fly exposed the distinctive cotton mesh of his Aertex underpants. With
Charles' eyes now enormous behind his glasses and staring into the open
fly, Joe pushed his hand inside and fiddled around to supposedly rearrange
his erection. It was all over in less than ten seconds, nevertheless
Charles had been shown some unusual pee stained underpants and even a tiny
glimpse of the much abused, red mushroom head of Joe's erection.

"Sorry about that," Joe grinned, "it must be sitting to next you, you've
made me go all hard!"

"Me!" Charles flushed.

"We all gets hard don't we?" Joe winked. "Especially when we wakes up."

"What.. what.. done what? I've never seen.. uumm.." his mouth now so dry
Charles was having difficulty in talking at all and knew for sure he was
always erect when he woke up. "Joe, what, what underpants are those?"

"Aertex, I don't like 'em. They shows all the pee stains for one thing."
Joe, looked towards the front to check that Mr Weaver was still
occupied. "Course, me mum buys 'em don't she. Wot's your's then?"

"Why?"

"I just likes to know. Hey, did I see you wears a vest as well?"

"Oh yes. St Michael, mummy buys me matching sets of vest and briefs, just
like daddy!" replied Charles excitedly. Excitedly, not only because Joe had
virtually admitted he masturbated, but also because there was something
about Joe's Aertex underwear that intrigued him. In fact as it would turn
out, anybody's underwear!

"Really, you and yer dad wear the same undies then!"

Joe just couldn't believe how naive Charles was for a second year. To top
it all it appeared he didn't even know how to masturbate, but was rapidly
becoming very keen to learn! It was a fact that in the course of a few
hours the very pure and innocent Charles would start down the slippery
slope of self-abuse and all but abandoned his mothers dire warnings en
route.

"D'you wanna do something a bit naughty?" Joe grinned.

"Oh, uumm.." Charles' heart was rapidly speeding up, maybe Joe would help
him in his quest for help on the mystery of masturbation, "what?"

"Put yer hand up the leg of me shorts and see how far up you gets!"

Never having touched another boy other than through sport or an accident,
Charles excitedly put his fingers over his lips and stared down, Joe
certainly now appeared to have an erection.

"Come on Gog's!" Joe looked up to be sure Mr Weaver was still busy. "Me
willies still hard, is yours?"

Charles just blushed and didn't answer.

With that Joe reached under the desk and took Charles' right arm. Pulling
it towards himself he made sure it rubbed across the top of his erection
before directing the very hot little fingers to the open leg of his shorts.

Naive or not, Charles took to his task with gusto and began to really force
his fingers up the leg of the shorts. Joe was absolutely ecstatic, since
this was his favourite game that he would play with David on the bus going
home, on occasion he had even ejaculated into his briefs in
excitement. Part of the game was to wait till fingers had wormed their way
high enough to almost touch his briefs at which point he would quickly put
his hand in his pocket and grab at the fingers.

"Oh!" squeaked Charles in surprise, his hand suddenly gripped by Joe's
through the material of the pocket.

"Bloody hell, keep it quiet," hissed Joe, "yer nearly up to me pants, d'you
wanna go on?"

Charles nodded so frantically his glasses almost fell off!

"Well then," Joe grinned, "I want to feel the front of yer shorts in
exchange."

"Oh uumm..." Charles bit his lip, the moment of truth. Without further
hesitation he nodded again and then actually smiled.

By no stretch of the imagination could Joe's cock be called anything other
than average for his age, but by comparison it was a monster to what he
could feel through Charles' new grey shorts. As the hand burrowed ever
higher in the hope of getting inside the Aertex briefs, Joe found it very
awkward using his left hand to get a proper grip on Charles zip so he could
so desperately claim the prize he sought.

Ultimately after putting considerable strain on Joe's shorts, Charles
managed to get his hand up past the weak elastic of the Aertex briefs and
just managed to touch the wrinkled, hairless scrotum. Squirming on the
chair Joe rammed his hand ever deeper into his pocket to assuage the
slippery end of his cock whilst continuing to feel the front of Charles'
shorts with his other. Charles was unable to stop himself even if he wanted
to, never before had he known himself attain such a hard erection even if
helped by Joe's rhythmical kneading through his shorts. Charles though,
knew deep down that he really wanted Joe's hand inside and not merely
outside his shorts. Realising the problem was of access, with his free hand
he aided Joe and unzipped his own shorts.

Pushing his hand into the open fly confirmed what Joe already knew, that St
Michael underwear had a much softer feel than the usual ribbed cotton of
Y-fronts, rolling Charles' erection between his fingers also quickly
confirmed that he hadn't been circumcised. With Charles now excitedly
shuffling around on his chair, Joe fully explored the inside of his shorts
and also ascertained that he tucked his vest into his underpants, all the
more to report to his friends! Tracing the outline of the briefs Joe fully
intended to enter through the fly and pull Charles' erection out so that he
could begin to play with the foreskin to start him on the magical journey
to his first ever orgasm.

Having pushed his hand inside and begun excitedly to stroke the length of
Charles' cock was as far as he got before the sound of another zip being
slowly undone stopped him in his tracks.

It wasn't a zip. It was the sound of the stitching as the inside seam of
his shorts started to pull itself apart! The strain caused by Charles' arm
invading the limited opening of the short's leg that had played such a
vital part in the excitement had taken it's toll and the seam had
parted. Charles was looking in disbelief at the full length of Joe's leg
from his scuffed black shoes, grey socks and up through the exposed white
cotton lining to the pee stained folds of the Aertex briefs.

"Shit!" hissed Joe in horror. "I knew they was me old shorts, but...oh.. oh
shit.. I didn't think they'd rip like that!"

"Sorry." Charles looked lost. As indeed were the shorts!

To be fair, the inside seam had taken considerable punishment with David's
frequent forays on the bus service and the shorts, far from new had just
given up the battle. Ripped from the bottom of the leg all the way up to
virtually the underside of the fly something needed to be done and quickly.

In panic Joe struggled to pull the two sides back together and looked at
Charles, who in turn looked rather longingly at the exposed part of the
briefs. Silently he wished it hadn't happened since it had totally stopped
play just when he had been on the verge of handling Joe's cock and in turn
had been about to be given a hands-on lesson in the art of masturbation.

"Wonder if somebody's got a safety pin?" whispered Joe sounding more than
just a little worried. "Thank fuck it weren't the outside seam!"

"Daniels, if you don't shut up and start paying attention you're going to
be doing that extra homework alongside your two friends."

Hearing his name Joe immediately sat up. Looking startled, he knew the rest
of the class were now looking at him and he imagined they all could see his
torn shorts.

"Isn't there nobody in this class who can sit by Charles and let him have
his first day here to concentrate without distractions?"

The class was quiet.

Mr Weaver looked straight at Joe. "I'm tempted to get you out here to give
the rest of the lesson since you plainly know all about cliff formations
and have no need to listen."

"Sir.. wot.." he stuttered, red in the face at being singled out. Under the
desk he found all his fingers had turned to thumbs as he fumbled about very
nervously trying to hold the two halves of the leg together should he have
to stand up.

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Chap 110 to follow