Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2005 16:01:02 +1100
From: Adam Saunders <adamsaunders5@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Rich Life - Part 7

THE RICH LIFE
By: Adam Saunders

DISCLAIMER:  This contains sexually explicit scenes; so if that offends you
don't read it.  The author and/or Nifty are not responsible for those under
eighteen (18) years of age reading this.  This story is completely
fictional, and any similarities to real life are purely coincidental.  THE
RICH LIFE is property of the author and should not be used without the
author's permission.

I sincerely hope you will enjoy this story as much I enjoyed writing it.
Any questions, comments, or feedback should be directed to:
adamsaunders5@hotmail.com

THE RICH LIFE - Part 7

Adam searched frantically through his locker for his mathematics textbook.
He lifted up his change of clothes for soccer practice that afternoon and
looked underneath them, frowning when he saw that his textbook was not under
there either.  He groaned.  "Great," he thought, "I've forgotten my textbook
again.  Mr. Miles is going to kill me!"  He dreaded the upcoming lesson,
knowing that he was probably going to get a lunchtime detention due to his
memory lapse.

Rowan went to the locker next to Adam and opened it.  "Don't forget, we have
soccer practice this afternoon."

Adam turned towards him.  "I won't.  By the way, do you have a spare maths
textbook?"

Rowan laughed and shook his head.  "You forgot yours as well?  It looks like
we'll be spending lunchtime detention together."

Adam rolled his eyes.  "Wonderful," he said sarcastically.  He had felt so
good this morning, but now his mood was rapidly darkening.  He had two
periods to find someone who could lend him a textbook; otherwise he would
face Mr. Miles' "justice".

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He had only one period left to find a textbook, and he was rapidly running
out of ideas.  Suddenly, he thought that the captain might be able to help
him, so he set himself the task of finding him.  It didn't take him long, as
the captain walked in front of him and started to speak.

"Ahh, Adam, there you are," he said.  "I've been looking for..."

Adam interrupted him.  "I need a maths textbook!" he said urgently.

The captain seemed taken aback, obviously not used to being interrupted.  "A
maths textbook?  For what?"

"For my class that I have next period.  If I don't get one by then my
teacher is bound to give me a lunchtime detention.  Please, Simon," he
pleaded.  "I'm sure you know how to get a textbook out of the storeroom."

The captain chuckled.  "Don't worry, you can come with me right now and I'll
get you one."

"Thanks!" said Adam enthusiastically, following Simon towards the textbook
storeroom.  As they walked along, Adam remembered that Simon had wanted to
tell him something before he had interrupted him.  He prompted Simon about
the subject.  "Umm, what was it that you wanted to tell me?"

"What?" Simon said.  "Oh, that.  I was wondering if you'd like to come to
the massage parlour with David and I this afternoon?"

"The school has a massage parlour?" Adam said.  He knew there was a gym at
the school, but he had never heard of a massage parlour.

Simon nodded.  "Right next to the gym.  Of course, most people aren't
allowed to use it, only the teachers and people of importance such as
myself," he said grinning.  "One of the perks of being school captain.  They
haven't enforced the rules as much lately, so any senior can get in and have
a massage, although they have to make an appointment first, otherwise it
might be full when they get there."

"But how can I get in if it's only for seniors?"

"If I say you're with me they'll let you in."

"Who are 'they'?" Adam asked.

"Most of them are people doing work experience from various universities and
colleges around this part of Sydney.  This school is one of the best places
to do their work experience, I hear."  Simon produced a key ring with lots
of keys on it from his pocket, and, finding the right one, opened the door
to the textbook storeroom.  "Here we are," he said.  "Now what textbook was
it that you wanted?"

Adam thought for a moment, trying to remember the name.  "Umm, I think its
Year 7 Mathematics or Year 7 Mathematics Exercises or something."

Simon bent down and picked a book out of a box on the floor before holding
it towards Adam.  "Is this it?"

Adam peered at the cover.  "Yeah, that's it."

"Great.  Give it back to me before the end of the week, okay?  Otherwise
they might notice that it's missing."

"Sure," said Adam, determined to remember.

Simon closed the door, locked it then put the keys back in his pocket.  "So
can you come to the massage parlour this afternoon?"

"What time?" Adam asked.

"After school has finished.  Probably around three thirty?" Simon replied.

"Sure, I'll be there," Adam said.  "Oh, wait, I can't.  I've got soccer
practice this afternoon."

"Oh," said Simon, somewhat disappointed.  "Maybe another time this week?"

"Definitely," said Adam, glad that he wasn't going to miss his massage
permanently.

"Excellent.  Well, you better get back to class," Simon said, looking at his
watch, "and I better get back to mine.  I'll see you around."

"Okay.  See you," said Adam, holding the mathematics textbook in his hands.

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Adam was sitting at his usual desk in his mathematics class.  Stewart was
sitting next to him and searching through his schoolbag for the books that
he needed.  He pulled a textbook out and slammed it on his desk.

"Did you remember your textbook?" Stewart asked as he grinned.

"As a matter of fact, I did," said Adam as he pulled his textbook out of his
schoolbag and slammed it on the desk next to Stewart.  "I got the captain to
get me one out of the storeroom."

Stewart laughed.  "So you did forget your textbook!"

Rowan walked passed the two boys on his way to his seat.  He looked at
Adam's desk and noticed the two textbooks.  "I see you found yours?" he
asked Adam.

Adam nodded.  "Yeah, it was in my locker the whole time."

Rowan shook his head.  "No fair, now I'll have to go to detention by
myself," he said as he walked towards his seat.

A few seconds after Rowan sat down, Mr. Miles walked into the classroom.
"Okay class," he said in a commanding voice.  "I trust that you all have
your textbooks?  Well, we better check the roll just to make sure, hmm?"
Mr. Miles walked to his desk and retrieved a clipboard with a roll of the
class on it.  "May I remind you, that those students who did not deem it
important enough to remember to bring a textbook today will be having
lunchtime detention with me."

Adam looked over towards Rowan and could see him fidgeting with his pen.
"That could have been me," Adam thought.  "Maybe I've found a use for this
power I have over the captain."

Mr. Miles continued his speech.  "Now then, when I call out your name, I
want you to answer yes or no as to whether you have a textbook with you.
Now then, just a purely random choice, why don't we start with, oh, I don't
know, Adam!" he said, turning a full ninety degrees to face Adam.  A few of
the boys in the class sniggered.  "Master Saunders, considering your track
record, I would say that you didn't bring your textbook.  Would I be correct
in that assumption?"

Adam picked up his textbook off his desk and held it in the air.  "I
remembered my textbook today, sir," he said confidently.

Mr. Miles seemed surprised.  "Very good," he said as he put a mark on the
roll.  "Now for my next random choice, Rowan."  He swiveled around to face
Rowan.

Stewart leant over towards Adam and whispered in his ear.  "He looks so cute
when he's nervous."

Adam let out a slight laugh before he was able to control himself.  Luckily,
his teacher did not notice his indiscretion.

"Rowan, have you brought a textbook to class today?" Mr. Miles asked.

"No, sir," Rowan mumbled.

"Ahh, I have my first lunchtime detention guest," he said while writing on
the roll.  He continued to call out the other boys' names in the class.

As he called out the names, Stewart thought about his IOU hand job that Adam
owed him.  "I think I'll get him to give me one this afternoon," he thought.
  "Oh, wait, he has soccer practice.  Damn!  Maybe I can get Jake to give me
one."

The rest of the class had their textbooks.  Mr. Miles placed the clipboard
on his desk.  "Well, it looks like Rowan will be the only boy attending
lunchtime detention today.  Now, please open your textbooks and turn to page
three hundred and forty two..."

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Later that afternoon, Adam was sitting in the change room with most of the
soccer team.  He found his thoughts drifting to the massage that he was
missing out on because of soccer practice.  "I've been at this school for
almost half a year and never knew that it had a massage parlour," he
thought.

Adam's thoughts were interrupted when Rowan stormed into the change room and
threw his bag on the seat next to Adam.  "How was detention?" Adam asked,
ducking when Rowan swung playfully at his head.

"Don't ask," said Rowan, as he undid his tie and took his school shirt off.

"I'll assume that it didn't go to well, then," Adam said.  He stood up from
his seat and started to fiddle with his own tie.  "I suppose my day could
have been worse," he thought.  He remembered what his mother was always
saying to him when he complained about things: "Remember, Adam, there's
always someone that's worse off than you are."

"I suppose my day got better after I found a maths textbook," he thought,
throwing his tie on top of his bag and starting to undo his shirt.
"Although I was really nervous for the first half of the day.  Then I miss
out on a massage because I have soccer practice."  He threw his shirt on top
of the tie on his bag and kicked his shoes off.  "At least I didn't get a
lunchtime detention," he thought, smiling.

"What are you smiling about?" Rowan asked, now stripped to his briefs and
pulling on his soccer shorts.

"What?" Adam asked.  He pulled his school pants down and took them off a leg
at a time.  "Oh, nothing," he said, straightening up.

Rowan suddenly adopted a serious look on his face.  "Adam," he said, "I have
a really important favour to ask you."

"What?" Adam asked, wondering what Rowan could want.

"I need you, after soccer practice, to remind me to bring a textbook to
school tomorrow," said Rowan as he pulled his soccer shirt on.

Adam laughed.  "That's it?  Sure, I'll do that for you."

"Good," said Rowan, reaching into his bag and pulling out his shin guards.
"I'll be able to have my lunch without Mr. Miles staring at me tomorrow."

"That's if you remember to put the textbook in your bag when you get home."

Rowan quickly put a finger in front of his lips.  "Shh!  Don't jinx it!"

"Hey, why don't you give me your number and I can ring you up tomorrow
morning and remind you about the textbook," Adam said as he pulled his
soccer shorts on.

"You know what?" Rowan said.  "That's actually a good idea!  Get your phone,
I'll send it to you."

Adam reached into his bag and pulled his mobile phone out while Rowan
prepared to send his number.  Rowan held his phone next to Adam's and
pressed a button.

After a few seconds, Rowan spoke: "I think it worked."

Adam looked at his phone and saw Rowan's number flashing on the screen.
"Yeah, it worked.  Now you definitely won't forget your textbook."

"Cool," said Rowan, tying his shoes and heading towards the change room
door.  "See you out on the field."

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What happens next?  Stay tuned for part eight of THE RICH LIFE.

I'm interested to hear your response to the story and what you think I can
do to make it better.  It doesn't have to be a page long critique, it could
just be an email saying "Great story".  It's always good to get
encouragement.  To the people who have already emailed me, thank you.  It's
nice to get feedback.

There's nothing better for an author than encouragement.  So any questions,
comments or feedback should be directed to: adamsaunders5@hotmail.com