Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 22:44:21 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: ST: Rich Kid part 5

WARNING:

	This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar
ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please
leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional
and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.
Some parts of the story have been idealised.
	The author has copyrighted this story.  A single copy had been placed in
the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other
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The Rich Kid
Part 5

	Wednesday morning arrived and our lessons started as usual. At about 9:30
Mr Grey, released us for the rest of the day and we headed down to the car.
One of the good things about being wealthy is that on visits like this we
can all travel in the same car. Mike and I sat right in the back whilst our
parents sat nearer the front. It was great, but something was making Mike
nervous. I tried to get him to talk to me about it, but failed miserably.
	We went up a long drive towards what looked like a large country house.
Certainly the buildings looked impressive, but what was the school really
like. We parked up in the visitors car park and almost before we had reached
the imposing front door to the school a man dressed in a long flowing black
robe and mortar board was walking towards us. He introduced himself as the
head master, known as the Master to the students. My father introduced us
all and we were invited into the Masters office. It looked a little like a
Georgian drawing room with lots of polished woodwork and pictures hanging on
the wall.
	After the Master had welcomed us he almost drowned us with facts and
figures about the school and how well it was doing both academically and in
sport. I had to suppress a yawn once or twice. Then we started the guided
tour. He did his best to show us all the good points, but Mike and I managed
to find questions that he found a little harder to answer. We spent ages
looking at the new gymnasium and sports centre and the IT wing of the maths
and science block. As mid-day approached we met up with two boys about the
same age as Mike and I. They were to be our hosts for the afternoon.
	The boys introduced themselves as Davis and Horncastle. I introduced Mike
and I as they led us off to lunch. The meal itself was quite civilised, well
as civilised as it could be with close on 150 boys sitting down at the same
time. After lunch Davis took us up to his dorm. Compared to my old school it
was much better. There were only 4 to a room and the upper years had single
or double rooms, but it would be a while before we could have a room like
that.
	We headed off to the posh Maths and Science block. We had to pick a day to
visit that would leave us tackling maths problems. As it turned out I was
quite good and put a few of the boys in the class to shame, but Mike had a
few problems. Mind you he shone like the sun in the Sahara in physics,
unlike me, I was only a dim star in the night sky. So I guess we were evens
at the end of the day.
	On our way home we faced the third degree. What did we think of the school?
What was the food like? You know the sort of questions parents ask.
Personally I thought it was an 85% school. I didn't like the idea of having
to play sport almost every afternoon though. Mike on the other hand, loved
that idea, but realised he still had a way to go before he was up to their
standard in some subjects, particularly maths. Mike's parents were very
impressed.
	When we got back home, Mr Grey met us and set us prep! Can you believe it?
We both had to write an essay about the damn school we had visited. The
irony is, he was smiling as he set it.
	The rest of the week was pretty routine except for the twice weekly visit
to the local comprehensive for our PE lessons. It rapidly became clear that
I was a target for them. When ever they had the opportunity to have a go
physically or verbally, they grasped it with both hands. Mike's acceptance
by them was also dwindling and he too was becoming a target for them. It was
blatantly clear by the end of the second week that we were the outsiders.
	This was particularly hard for Mike. The boys that kept hurling abuse at us
were mainly his ex-friends and this made him loose his temper more than once
on the rugby pitch. At one point, I had to physically stop him before he got
himself into real trouble.
	I spent our mid-afternoon break packing a small bag that would hold just
enough stuff for two days. It was Mike's fathers weekend off and they were
heading down to the coast and they had very kindly asked me along. Ok, so
September isn't the best month to visit the coast weather wise, but it would
certainly be quieter than in August.
	We left straight after out lessons finished on the Friday afternoon. Mr
Grey hadn't set prep or any thing because he was planning a weekend away
too. After driving to Mike's to pick up his mother we were off. My going on
the trip had been kept very quiet for obvious security reasons, but all I
could think about was the fun Mike and I would have together.
	The journey was not very far, but extremely boring because we got caught in
all the Friday evening traffic. However we made it in one piece and checked
into the hotel. Trust Mr Jones, he had booked a family room. He and his wife
had the main room whilst Mike and I shared a twin room off of theirs. Never
mind though, at least I was going to be with Mike.
	The first thing we did was to push the beds together before going off to
explore the hotel complex. We found the dining room and bar very quickly,
but these didn't interest us much. What we were looking for was the pool and
spa area. We seemed to traipse around a lot of identical corridors before
finding it. Our only problem now was how to get back to our room. A smart
looking man came towards us wearing a well tailored grey flannel suit and a
hotel name badge. I explained our problem and the man very kindly lead us
back to reception and told us at which floor to get out of the lift. We
eventually made it back to the room and met up with Mike's parents.
	We had dinner in the hotel restaurant that night. It was very swish. The
problem came when I asked to settle the bill as father had asked me.
Unfortunately, Mr Jones didn't appreciate it. I eventually relented and just
kept quiet. I never meant to insult him, I was only trying to carry out my
father's wishes. You see Mr Jones wouldn't accept anything from father to
help cover the extra cost of taking me with them and I think what I had just
done tipped the balance. I made myself scarce after that. I didn't want to
cause any more problems and resorted to phoning father. He told me not to
worry, he'd sort something out.
	Mike and I headed off back to the pool and spar. The staff there, were very
friendly. Especially one young man. He was about 18 or 19 and was slim with
well defined muscles. He insisted that because we were under 18 he had to
supervise us. I was glad about that. In many ways, he resembled what I
thought Mike would look like in a few years. Originally we were going for a
swim, but when he asked how long ago we had eaten, well that put an end that
idea, so we went on the fitness bikes instead. He was very attentive toward
me and after I had been cycling for a while knelt down in front of my bike
and adjusted the friction control. He watched my legs as they pumped up and
down. I am sure he was also looking at something else too until another
member of staff came over and distracted him by asked for his help.
	"He fancies you Edward." Mike said in a strange tone.
	"No way!" I replied.
	"Why would he be interested in a kid like me? Besides, I have you." I said
as I slapped his bum cheek playfully. Before I really appreciated what was
happening, Mike had slapped my bum and a game of slap started.
	"Hey! You two! What do you think you are doing?" Came a shout. It was the
guy that had been looking after us. "You're not supposed to be in here
unsupervised you know."
	"Sorry." I said trying to sound remorseful, but failing. Mike came to the
rescue.
	"This is a bit easy to peddle. How do you adjust it?" He asked the young
man.
	"Like this." He replied as he knelt down in front of Mike. A big smile
appeared on the mans face and when I glanced across at Mike, it wasn't the
only think that had appeared. There was a sizeable bulge in the front of
Mike's swimming shorts too!
	"Do you need some help as well?" The young man asked me as he glanced
across at the developing bulge in the front of my bathers.
	"Why? Do you want to help us with these?" I asked playfully as I rubbed my
bulge.
	"You'll have to hang around until after we close for that." He answered
with a grin. "It's my turn to lock up tonight." He replied with an even
bigger smile as he stood up. Well, as you can guess, that was it. Both
Mike's and my bulges almost doubled in size.
	"Try the bench press. A couple of fit young guys like you two should be
able to manage it."
	We left the bikes and followed the young man across to the gym equipment.
As he lay down on his back I caught Mike checking out the front of this guys
shorts before I did the same. We looked at each other and smiled broadly.
	"Ok. It's your turn." The young guy said to Mike. Mike lay down and the
young guy went to great lengths to ensure that Mike's feet were in the right
place before setting the weight up. Mike pumped away at the bar with ease
stopping to adjust the weight himself every so often. Mike and I changed
over after a few minutes and it was my turn to have my feet positioned. I
knew damn well by now that he was looking up the leg of my bathers. I don't
know why exactly, but this gave me a thrill. Judging by Mike's expression he
was getting a good look of the mans backside as he knelt to adjust my feet.
	A bell gave a couple of single dings and the young man left saying "I'll be
back in a couple of minutes." I stated to push the bar up and down. It
wasn't easy, but Mike was a bit stronger than I. Some of the lights started
to go out around the gym equipment and after a few moments the young guy
came back.
	"That's better. Now that we are closed, we can have some fun. By the way,
my name is Roger."
	"I'm Mike and the one with the lump down there is Edward."
	"It's nice to meet you boys." Roger replied. "How about a sauna?"
	"Sure." I replied. My arms were beginning to hurt and I didn't want to
loose face with this good looking guy.
	We went over to the sauna and when we got there Roger opened the door for
us. We went in. Boy was it hot! Roger came in with us and before sitting
down on the bench slipped his shorts and shirt off. This was the cause of
the hardest erection I have ever had. He was huge! And that was when he was
soft!
	Mike was the first to dump his shorts. Roger couldn't take his eyes off of
him and when Roger started stroking his own rapidly stiffening, what I can
only describe it as a fire hose, it was that long,  Mike developed his own
scaffold pole. I felt my first pangs of jealousy. Why was he more interested
in Mike than me? I had to do something.
	"Roger, I can't get the knot undone in my shorts. Can you help me?" I
asked. I was desperate to get him away from MY Mike. Sure enough he came
over and not only undid the knot, but slipped my shorts down too gently
running his hands over the curvature of my buttocks. His touch was even more
erotic than Mike's! I had a hard time holding back. Heaven knows how I did,
but thankfully that was the case.
	"I take it you guys are friends?" Roger asked.
	"Friends? We're more than that." I replied as I sat by Mike and started to
massage his thighs and scaffold pole.
	"I see." Roger replied. "More like an item?" He asked.
	"That's right." Mike replied. I don't know why, but Roger put us both at
ease.
	It was after that Roger started asking all sorts of questions about what we
did together. His hand kept sliding slowly up and down his pole as we
talked. It was then that he asked the 64 million dollar question.
	"Have you guys fucked yet?" I was gob smacked. No one had ever been that
blunt with us. Mike blushed. I didn't know whether to laugh of cry.
	"Well, er . . . not yet." I eventually replied.
	"You wanna try it. It's great!" Roger stated with a funny tone in his
voice. I was busy trying to see where this was leading us. I didn't mind the
thought of having Mike in me. Well I loved the idea really, but that bloody
great thing Roger was playing with NO WAY!
	"Let's go into the massage room. It's not so hot and there is a good
couch." I knew straight away what Roger was after. He lead around the
complex avoiding places where we could be seen from outside. He had
obviously done this before.
	"Nah. I've had enough for one night." I replied.
	"Don't panic Eddie." Roger relied. "I'm not going to do any thing with
this." He said waving his dick around. I couldn't help but follow it with my
eyes. "This would split you wide open. All I was going to do was help you
guys get it together." I breathed an audible sigh if relief. Mike burst out
laughing and Roger just stared at me. Mike stood up and walked over to me.
As he sat on my lap he kissed me long and hard on the lips. I knew then that
he wanted to make love to me. He damn near had me in him as he sat on my
lap. I broke the kiss.
	"Sorry Mike." I said softly and nervously. "You know I love you very, very
much, but I am not ready for that yet." I felt sorry for Mike. I could see
the disappointment in his eyes. But I just wasn't ready.
	"Don't worry Edward. I know you love me and you will want to make love when
the time is right."  Mike hugged me and kissed me again.
	"We can do the finger thing though. If you want to that is?" I said to Mike
trying to repair the damage I had done to the developing situation. I was
trying to make him feel better too. Why I didn't know, but I guessed he
really wanted me then and there.
	"No. It's OK." Mike said as he slipped his bathers on and headed towards
the door. Roger glared at me as though I had deprived him of something he
wanted. If it was one of us, then I am glad!
	After Roger let us out of the sports complex, I followed Mike back to our
room. He looked unhappy to me. He showered alone, by choice I might add. I
now knew that it was something I had done that had upset him, but what? I
slipped into my bed after having a shower and turned the lights out. I felt
so alone despite Mike being less than six feet away. I lay there, quieter
than a church mouse, unable to sleep. I thought I heard a noise, there it
was again, a sort of sniffing sound. As I sat up, I realised Mike was
crying.
	I slipped out of my bed and in to Mike's. At first he tried to push me
away, but after a few unsuccessful attempts I was grabbed and wrapped up in
his arms as he squeezed me tight, crying on my shoulder in the process.
Slowly but surely, I discovered that he really did want me, but I had
refused. After calming him down I tried my best to explain that I wanted him
to have me, but down in the gym wasn't how I wanted it to happen. It wasn't
him at all, but the location and the spectator although I wasn't sure for
how long Roger would have remained a spectator.
	Mike eased his hug and allowed me to turn into a more comfortable position
before kissing me good night. I was so happy that we had sorted our
difference of opinion out that I wanted to play, but it was too late. Mike
was already in the land of dreams. Shortly after this, I was to join him.
	We both overslept the next morning and unbeknown to us Mike's mother looked
in on us.
	"Don't the boys look so cute when they are asleep?" Mrs Jones commented to
her husband.
	"They do." Mr Jones said unsure how to tell his wife all that he knew.
	"Why do you think they slept together?" Mrs Jones asked.
	"I don't know." Came the reply. Although Mr Jones could have made a good
guess, on this occasion he wasn't entirely convinced he would have been
right. "It might just be that they have grown together since Mike was caught
in the house grounds."
	"It's funny. Most people in their position would have called the police,
but they didn't. I wonder why?" Mrs Jones asked.
	"From what I have been told, it was Edward that spoke up for him and made
good after the guard dog scared Mike half to death."
	"Mike never has liked dogs much. Wasn't it kind of Edward to make sure he
was alright?"
	"Yes love. He's not a bad lad as rich kids go. I think he did it more for
the want of company than anything else. Apparently, he spent most of the
summer stuck in that big house with no one to play with and then Mike came
along. Since then they have been very close, may be even too close." My
Jones responded.
	"You don't think Edward is . . . using our son do you?"
	"How do you mean using love?" Mr Jones asked.
	"You know, all that boarding school education. You know what boys are like
when they are in large groups. All those stories you hear about them doing
things together."
	"I think Mike is old enough to know what is right and what is wrong. Don't
you?"
	"Well yes, but " She was cut short by a bump in the other room. A head
poked around the door.
	"Morning mum, dad." Called Mike before walking across the room dressed only
in coloured y-fronts.
	"Morning sleepy head. You look like it was a hard night last night." Mrs
Jones said finishing off with a grin.
	"Nah. We slept all night." Mike stopped suddenly realising that his mother
was discretely sounding him out.
	"That's good son." She replied. After hugging both of his parents, Mike
returned to our room with the distinct impression he had put his foot in it
so to speak.
	Very gently Mike woke me and I greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the
cheek. Mike returned the kiss and soon I was emerging from under the covers.
We showered together before heading down to breakfast with Mike's parents.
This was followed by a walk along the sea front to the amusement park. Mike
and I spent most of the morning going on the rides and trying out some of
the other amusements that were there. After a simple fish and chip lunch we
explored the town centre together. Unfortunately, Mr and Mrs Jones wouldn't
let us boys out of their sight which cramped our style a bit, but in light
of the recent threats I don't blame Mr Jones for not risking it.
	We all went to the theatre that evening and saw a review. It wasn't one of
the great West End plays, more of a review by local talent with the
occasional well known name thrown in for good measure. When we returned to
the hotel later that evening a fax was waiting for Mr Jones. It was from my
father. A small incendiary device had been intercepted in the post addressed
to him and rather than have them return home straight away, he had booked
them into another hotel and they were to move there as soon as they could.
By way of compensation, our stay had been extended by two nights.
	The hotel manager was lurking close to Mr Jones as he sent his wife and us
boys up to pack. Quickly the manager gave Mr Jones a run down on what
arrangements had been made and that our bags had already been sent over to
the new hotel. It was part of the same chain of hotels, but in the next
class up. Mrs Jones, Mike and I returned empty handed and Mr Jones explained
that our bags had already been sent on. Soon afterwards Mr Jones explained
most of what was going on as we drove to the new hotel. Naturally he left
out the part about the small bomb.
	When we arrived at the new hotel, the Jones's felt a little out of place.
Although they were reasonably smartly dressed, this hotel was considerably
more classy than they were used to. After freshening up and changing, we all
met up in the bar for a late snack and a talk.
	We talked late into the night, Mr Jones did his best to answer all of our
questions without causing  alarm. We boys continued talking when we got back
to our room. It was then we discovered the mini-bar. This was something new
to Mike and temptation proved too much for him. Although he didn't get
carried away he did help himself to a couple of beers too many. Something
Mike was to regret the next morning.
	I had a hard time that night trying to keep a very giggly Mike quiet, but
succeeded some how. My major disappointment was that Mike was in no state to
have any fun with now that we had a twin room of our own, even if it was
next door to Mike's parents.
	Bright and early the next morning I slipped down to reception and cleared
the mini-bar bill so that it wouldn't show up on the main bill. I had a good
idea that Mr Jones would go mad when he saw the prices of the drinks! When I
got back t the room Mike was up, but well and truly hung over, so I set
about making Mike look better by plying him with coffee and a couple of
headache pills I had picked up whilst out. The only thing I couldn't cover
up was his bloodshot eyes. Unfortunately neither of us had brought any
shades with us.
	We, Mike and I that is, spent part of the morning looking at what little
talent was on the beach before heading back to the amusement arcade again.
But after everything that had happened, we weren't left alone for a moment!
It was as though we were a couple of prize-winning show dogs being taken out
for a walk on our leads! We had a simple sea food lunch and looked around
town for the rest of the day.
	Dinner that evening was a little more entertaining. If I said Mr & Mrs
Jones were a little out of their depth in the hotel restaurant, it would be
an understatement! For the first time they looked to me for guidance when it
came to using the correct cutlery and glasses. It was an ideal opportunity
for Mike to show off his new knowledge. I casually suggested that they ask
Mike. Sure enough, he shone. Not only did he get the cutlery right, he also
helped them out with the wine glasses and tipping at the end of the meal.
After the meal both Mike and I were feeling quite tipsy. I hoped that all
that wine wouldn't impair Mike's performance later.
	We returned to the bar and although Mike and I were now only allowed soft,
non-alcoholic drinks, we had a great time. Both Mr and Mrs Jones relaxed a
great deal as the evening progressed. When Mr Jones announced that Mike had
been put forward for the school we visited a real celebration started. I
used the excuse of needing the toilet to get a waiter to bring over a bottle
of the hotels best champagne. It wasn't until I gave him the money in
advance and a hefty tip that he took me seriously and agreed to bring it to
our table. Needless to say, both of the adults went to bed extremely happy,
if you know what I mean leaving, Mike and I some time off the lead.
Something be both took great advantage of.
	We were both laying in bed when Mike asked me how he could thank me for
letting him help his parents earlier. He said he would do anything I wanted.
You should have seen his face when I produced a tube of K-Y. At first he
thought I wanted to do him, but I really felt bad about the other night and
wanted to make it up to him so I suggested that he do me first. He was
absolutely stunned!
	We hit our first snag. We knew what we wanted to happen and we both knew
too that if we did it wrong it would hurt like hell. It was now I really
regretted not allowing Roger to advise us the other night. We slid back the
covers on the bed and I knelt doggy style while Mike knelt behind me. His
first attempt at making love to me was a down right failure. It felt as
though he was parking a bus in a garage built for a car. God it hurt. I
decided to get him to try his finger first. Well, this wasn't as painful, in
fact it didn't even feel uncomfortable. Slowly Mike worked on me with his
finger, then two.
	It was a strange feeling having something go in where stuff usually comes
out, but it felt good too. Especially when Mike found a spot that really set
my head reeling with a very intense feeling of pleasure. Unfortunately, it
caused me to make a mess of the sheets with most of what I was saving for
Mike later.
	Eventually the moment of truth came and Mike made love to me for the first
time. He was a tight fit to start with, but as he worked his way in and out,
the tightness eased and we both began to experience, for the first time,
what love making was really like. With his arms curving under my shoulders
and teasing my chest with that sensational touch of his he gently brought
himself to a mind blowing climax. God it felt good as the pressure deep
inside me suddenly grew and Mike pumped away like a piston. All to soon it
was over. Mike slumped onto my back, exhausted. He lay there like a rag doll
for several minutes before looking over my shoulder and whispering "Thanks
Eddie" in my ear. I simply turned my face towards his and hissed him on the
lips letting my tongue explore as much as it wanted.
	Mike fell off to one side and lay there looking at me with expectant eyes.
I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. The question was, could I? Mike
started to turn over onto his front. I stopped him. On his back seemed
better to me. That way I could kiss him whilst making love at the same time.
He caught on quickly and brought his knees up revealing my target in all its
glory. I squeezed some of the K-Y on to the centre and nervously spread it
around making sure I got plenty on my finger too.
	Carefully I pushed the tip of my finger in. Mike groaned. I wasn't sure if
it was pleasure or pain and pulled it back. Mike grabbed my hand and pushed
my finger all the way in. I was really inside him! He let go of my hand and
I started to work my finger in and out exploring all the while. It was then
that I found the "magic spot". Mike released a groan loud enough to wake the
devil himself. I eased off and pushed a second finger in. He was getting
easier and easier to enter and finally decided to take the plunge. My nerves
were at a peak by now, but I was really excited too! Pulling both fingers
out, I squirted more K-Y onto him and prepared to make my final act as a
virgin. I eased my weight forward and it started to slip in. There was a bit
of resistance until suddenly my foreskin slid back making me yelp and I was
in. Inch by inch I worked more of me in until his taught buttocks were
pressing hard against my thighs. I leant forward and slipped my hands behind
his shoulders before sealing my lips on his. Our tongues started to dance as
I started to pump in and out of him. I started slowly, the speed built up
until I reached a mind blowing, body shaking orgasm! The next thing I knew
was waking up with Mike holding me tight. His arms wrapped around me just
below my shoulder blades.
	"Was it so good that you fell asleep on me?" He joked.
	"I didn't fall asleep on you. I blacked out!" I said indignantly.
	"That good eh?" Mike responded with a big beaming smile.
	"Yea!"
	"Ok then, do it again!" Mike teased. It wasn't until then that I realised I
was still rock hard. But a rerun so soon after the main event wasn't as
pleasant for me, but I did as he asked taking it much slower this time. I
also decided to work on the "Magic Spot" too. Before long Mike had made a
mess of both of us and I was completely exhausted having completed his
challenge.
	We showered together and Mike made love to me again. It was as good as the
first time, if not better! Needless to say, we both slept heavily that night
in my bed instead of his.
	An unforeseen change in circumstances saw us travelling home the next
morning. Father needed to see Mr Jones and there was some important business
that required both Mike's and my attention, but father didn't elaborate on
it. A car picked me up when we returned to Mike's house and Mike followed on
a little later with his father.
	As soon as Mike arrived, Mr Grey took us both up to the study room. The
first thing we noticed was that the desks had been cleared, no screens,
nothing except two pens, two pencils an eraser and a rule each.
	"What's going on sir?" I asked.
	"Entrance papers!" Was all that Mr Grey said. There was a note of
disappointment in his voice.
	"Entrance papers!" Mike exclaimed. "We haven't had a chance to swat or
anything!"
	"You don't need it. You both know enough to pass the paper to get into
Eton! Now sit down please." Mr Grey sounded really serious. He read through
the instructions on the front cover and asked us if we had any questions
about them. Neither of us answered. I guess we were both in shock at the
time.
	"You have one hour to complete the first paper. You may start writing now."
Mr Grey said as he sat down at his desk. The next hour seemed to pass as
though it was only a minute or two long.
	"Put your pens down gentlemen and pass your papers to me." We did so
without a word. "I'll see you at two for the next paper. Enjoy your lunch
lads."
	We stood up and left. All the way down to the dining room we discussed the
questions and the answers we had given. As general science papers go it was
an easy one although I did realise I had made a couple of stupid mistakes.
Mike was really confident though. Lunch passed and as we sat in my study
watching TV we both knew the next paper wouldn't be so easy. From
experience, I knew there would be a total of three papers. We had taken the
science paper so that only left mathematics, a real stinker, but I didn't
tell Mike that and English. The English paper wasn't usually too bad and
normally took the form of an essay that had to include quotes and of course
good grammar. Two O'clock came all too soon and Mike and I sat down at our
desks.
	For the next three and a half hours, including a 30 minute break, we
calculated and wrote and concentrated as hard as we could. In all honesty
the maths paper was the hardest I had ever seen and I knew without asking
that Mike had trouble with it, but I felt neither of us would have too much
trouble with the English paper. I was right. Mike was depressed, but all we
could do was wait. I guessed Mr Grey would unofficially mark them before
sending them off to the school.
	It wasn't until the following morning that Mike and I was asked to go and
see father in his office. As we arrived at the door we both stood there like
two jellies. We were nervous as hell. Neither of us wanted to be parted from
the other. I knocked and we went in. Father told us to sit in the easy
chairs with him and Mr Grey. For me the news was good. I had surpassed the
required pass mark comfortably. Mike on the other hand, well, he had failed
the maths paper, his English was marginal and his general science result was
higher than mine. So taking all things into account there weren't any real
surprises apart from Mike's English result.
	It was clear to us both now that we would be separating. Me going to school
whilst he remained here with Mr Grey until he could get in. I had no doubt
that he would make it, the question was when?
	We returned to class. Both Mike and I were severely depressed at the
thought of being separated and having to go to that damned comprehensive
school for our sports lesson didn't help either. Only this time it wasn't
Mike that had to be restrained. It was me!
	During the lesson the teacher got called away and left us on trust to
continue the game. When one of the other boys started picking on Mike
something snapped inside me. Before I realised what was going on I had
punched the other boy. He hit the ground hard and before we knew what was
going on Mike and I were being torn apart. Not literally you understand, but
the ensuing fight effectively put pay to our twice weekly visits to that
dump. At the time, I hadn't realised what effect this would have on Mike,
but now I know it cut any ties he had with his old school, his old friends,
everything.

If you have any comments please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as
usual flames will be ignored. I would like to thank Lord Vader for his help
proof reading the story and Trey and Lord Vader for stirring my grey matter
when it needed it. Thanks both of you.