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The Fountain of Youth by Lazlong

   Chapter 17

   ------------------------------------------ Tuesday, October 26, 1976
------------------------------------------

   It's a great way to wake up also.  I seem to be waking up earlier and
earlier.  I really don't think I need as much sleep now.  I'm not
complaining.  I kind of like being up first.

   This morning I was up early, but I wasn't the first.  Thelma had already
finished her shower and had made a pot of coffee.  When I came into the
kitchen, dressed in my altogether, she was dressed for work and was
munching on a bagel and sipping a cup of coffee.

   "Well, good morning sexy," she said as I went for a cup.

   "Good morning to you too, Ms.  Richards.  How is my favorite school
counselor this morning?"

   "You'd better stop that Ms.  Richards shit or I'm going to take you back
to bed and fuck your eyeballs out."

   "Yes Ms.  Richards.  Thank you Ms.  Richards.  Any thing you say Ms. 
Richards."

   Thelma laughed in a rich throaty tone.  "After last night I wouldn't
think you'd be trying so hard to get me back in bed."

   "Awh.  You got me.  Thank you so much for last night, Thelma.  That had
to be one of the most awesome experiences I've had in either lifetime."

   "Mike it's so hard to believe that you've had almost sixty years of life
experience.  You look like a buff, very handsome teenager.  You certainly
don't make love like a teenager though."

   "What are you doing up so early, Thelma?"

   "I always go in early Mike.  I like to sit and have a cup of coffee and
listen to the teachers gossip.  Sometimes I hear things that clue me in
that a child is having a problem.  For a long while I just told myself
that's what I was doing.  I'd listen, but I wouldn't do anything about it."

   "Thelma, my love and I do love you by the way, I can remember a time
when I thought I knew more about a customer's problems than they did.  I
got so I totally ignored what they were saying.  On the last occasion I did
this, I asked for my company to send what I thought was needed.  It turned
out I could have fixed the problem with what was on hand.  When I finally
realized what I'd been doing, I managed to cancel the order and fix the
problem.  The customer never realized I had screwed up, so they thought I
was a hero.  My boss realized though and I got a first class ass chewing
for it."

   "Oh, Mike.  I love you too.  I love all of you, and I hope I fit in
okay. Last night was the best love making I've ever experienced, and I want
to keep enjoying that for the rest of my life."

   I heard a noise in the living room and when I looked up, Missy was
coming into the room.  She slapped me on the knee to make me turn around
then parked herself on my lap.  Neither of us were wearing any clothes, so
it made for some interesting skin to skin contact.

   "Good morning Missy.  Would you like some coffee?" I asked.

   Missy smiled and nodded.

   "You'll have to get up so I can get you some," I told her.

   She shook her head.

   I was wondering how I was going to manage this when Thelma said, "I'll
get it.  What do you take in it, Missy?"

   Missy looked at me so I said, "Just a little bit of cream, Thelma."

   Thelma got the coffee and brought it over.  "I'm sorry, Thelma.  Missy
isn't a great conversationalist in the morning.  She usually starts talking
when she's on her second cup of coffee.  Until then she communicates with
grunts and gestures."

   Thelma laughed and Missy elbowed me in the ribs.

   "I'm going to hit the road guys," Thelma told us.  She came over and
first gave me a knee weakening kiss, then proceeded to do the same with
Missy.  "Thank you for the coffee," Missy said.

   "My God, she's only taken one sip!" I said in mock surprise.

   Thelma was laughing as she went out the door.

   -------------

   When the bell rang, signaling the end of my English class, I asked Mrs.
Barnes if I could speak to her for a moment.  She readily agreed, as I was
becoming one of her favorite students.

   "Mrs.  Barnes, I don't know if you are aware of it or not, but I am
testing out of all of my classes so I can graduate at the end of this
semester."

   "I had heard something about that Mike.  Are you thinking of testing out
of this class as well?"

   "No ma'am.  I am enjoying your class.  I enjoy the writing we are doing
here, and even the class discussions.  What I was wondering though is if
you could go ahead and give me the assignments we are going to have for the
rest of the semester.  I'd like to go ahead and do the writing and turn it
in to you soon."

   "I suppose I could do that Mike.  What would you do then?"

   "I am impressed with your knowledge and your feel for writing Mrs. 
Barnes.  I was hoping I could talk you into giving me some additional
assignments so that I can improve my skills.  I know this is additional
work for you and if you don't have the time, I'll understand."

   "Mike, I'll be happy to do that for you.  It isn't often we have a
student who validates that we are the teachers we want to be.  Are you
going to have the time to do the assignments though?  I assume you have a
lot of studying to do for testing out of your other classes."

   "Actually I only have three more tests to take.  That's one a week and
then I'll have from then until the end of the semester with nothing to do
but attend your class."

   "In that case, I'd be happy to.  I'll give you your assignments on
Thursday.  I'll let Ms.  Richards know what we are doing."

   "Thank you Mrs.  Barnes.  I'm sure she'll be fine with it."

   -------------

   I stopped by Thelma's office, but she wasn't at her desk.  The 'Testing
in Progress' light wasn't on so I peeked in to see if she might be there.

   Thelma was seated at the testing desk.  Her back was to me and her head
was in her hands.  I couldn't see her face, but I could tell she was
crying. I flipped on the testing light and went on in and sat beside her.

   I put my arm around Thelma and pulled her close.  "What's the matter,
Sweetheart?" I asked.

   "Oh Mike," she said as she put her arms around me and laid her head on
my shoulder.  "We have problems."

   "We who, Honey?"

   "We, me, you, the family.  Well, at least I know I do."

   "What happened, Sweety?"

   "I went into the teachers' lounge when I got here to get some coffee,"
she told me.  "Coach Daniels was in there along with four or five others."

   "Okay."

   "Daniels was talking about a dumb, rich bitch and her snot nosed kids. I
asked if he was talking about Bonnie and he smirked and said she was the
only rich bitch he knew."

   "Bastard!"

   "Bastard he is.  I told him Bonnie was a personal friend and business
partner of mine, and I didn't appreciate his remarks.  I told him if I
heard any more remarks like that I'd report him to Mr.  Andrews."

   "He just laughed and said I could tell Andrews anything I wanted.  He
said Andrews is his best friend, so I should tell him and see what it got
me."

   "Was he threatening you Thelma?"

   "I felt like he was.  He then asked me if I was a rich bitch too.  Mike,
I'm not good at confrontations.  I didn't know what to say to him.  He
asked if I was business partners with you and Beth too.  I know it wasn't
original, but I just told him to kiss my ass and left the room."

   "Thelma, I think he's just a hot head.  I don't think there's anything
to worry about."

   "I AM worried Mike.  I can't help it.  If he decides to follow up on
this, we could all be in big trouble."

   "We'll just have to make sure nothing comes of it, Honey.  Why don't you
say you're sick and go home and talk to Bonnie about this.  She is a very
wise woman, and I'm sure that between the two of you, you'll be able to
come up with a plan."

   "I think I'll do that Mike.  I'm sure not doing any good here."

   "I'll be home right after lunch, and the three of us can go look at
motor homes.  That'll get our minds off things."

   ----------

   I killed time in study hall until it was time to meet my two lovely
lunch partners.  After we were seated, I told them we needed to get Beth
into the conversation.  <Beth, can you talk with us for a minute?> I asked

   <Sure, big bro, we're reading an article right now.>

   I explained mentally to the three girls what had gone on between Thelma
and Coach Daniels.  <I'm a little worried about what he might be up to,> I
told them.  <Could the three of you take turns monitoring his surface
thoughts this afternoon?  I'd really like to know what's going on in that
poor excuse for a brain.>

   They all agreed and quickly worked out a schedule for monitoring.

   <Mike, he called Mom a bitch.  I'd just as soon give him a heart attack
right now,> Beth told me.

   <I agree,> Sharon piped in.

   <Ladies, I know just how you feel, but violence isn't really the answer.
Maybe he isn't even planning anything.  It's not right to kill a man for
calling someone a name, even if it is our mother.>

   <I know you're right,> Beth said.  <I just want to rip him a new one
though.>

   <I know Sweety.  I told Thelma to go home sick and talk to Bonnie.  When
I get home we're going looking for motor homes.  Give us a yell when you
guys leave school and if we haven't found anything yet, you can join us.>

   They all agreed that sounded like fun.  We spent the rest of lunch
talking with a little under the table groping thrown in.

   -------------

   "So, tell me again.  What is the worst that could happen if Coach
Daniels gets it in for you," Bonnie said to Thelma as we drove toward our
first motor home dealer.

   "Bonnie, I could get fired."

   "And that would be bad because...  ?"

   Thelma thought about it for a couple of minutes then said, "I guess I'm
trying to get out of my job anyway.  It probably wouldn't be all that bad.
It's just that I'll never be able to work as a counselor again, but I'm not
exactly going to starve."

   "Thelma, in 1979 we are going to make at least fifty million dollars," I
told her.  "I know what happens to the silver market in that year and we
already have our broker buying large amounts of silver.  I think we'd be
set for life when that happens," I told her.

   "Fifty million dollars?"

   "Yep.  Could be more.  It depends on how much silver our broker can buy
without driving the price up.  If he can buy three million dollars worth,
we'll make fifty."

   "Oh, my God."

   "Yep."

   We pulled into the dealership and got out to look around.  I was a
little disappointed in that there were far more trailers than there were
motor homes.  A friendly salesman (How many of them aren't friendly?) came
out to show us around.

   He seemed to think that Thelma was the mommy and that Bonnie and I were
her kids.  We played along with it.  I thought Bonnie overdid it a little
with how many times she called Thelma "Mommy", but the salesman didn't seem
to catch on.

   He showed us the two different models they had in stock and explained
the options available for each of them.  We went inside and looked them
over.  The master bedroom in each of them was small, and when we tried out
the beds we found they were hard and uncomfortable.

   We thanked the man for his troubles and went to the second dealership on
our list.  Bonnie was having fun, so she decided to play the Mommy game
with this salesman as well.  He had three different models to choose from,
but none of them seemed any better than the ones we had seen at the other
lot.

   "Exactly what are you looking for?" he asked Thelma.

   "We want something that will sleep six as comfortably as we sleep at
home.  We are probably going to be living in it for months at a time, and
we want to feel like we are in a home, rather than wanting to get back
home."

   "You realize something like that is going to be expensive don't you?" he
asked.

   "I won't say money is not an object," Thelma told him.  "I will say it
is of secondary importance."

   "Well, I do have something that might interest you," he told us. 
"Technically it is a used vehicle.  It was custom built.  They only took
one trip in it of less than five hundred miles, then went bankrupt.  It
cost over a million dollars to have it made just the way he wanted it, but
it was repossessed when he went under."

   "Let's take a look at it," Bonnie said.

   The guy was a little shocked, but led us around to the used section of
the lot.  I knew which one it was immediately.  It looked like a slightly
longer Greyhound Bus.  It was gun metal blue and silver.  The body was
obviously custom made because there were house sized windows at intervals
along the side.  It was sleek and it was beautiful from the outside.

   The salesman unlocked the front door and we went inside.  It felt like
walking into a house.  The first area you entered when you went in was a
living area.  There was a sofa, a love seat, and a recliner.  All were
secured to the floor of course.

   The driver's cab was separated from the living area with a wall and a
door like you find separating the cockpit from the passengers on an
airplane.

   The next area back was a combination kitchen, dining area.  There was a
full sized refrigerator and range.  There were a respectable number of
cabinets and plenty of counter space.  Behind the kitchen was another wall
with a door.

   This led to a small bedroom with a double bed and dresser.  A closet was
against the wall.  A door at the back of this compartment led into a short
hallway.  On the right side of this hallway was the bathroom.  It was
almost as nice as Bonnie's bathroom at home.

   The hall led to another door into the master bedroom.  Most of the floor
space in this room was taken up by a queen sized bed.  There was a large
closet and a home sized dresser as well.

   Over the top of the driving cab there was a compartment with a double
bed.  All of the beds had thick mattresses like home bedding.  I flopped on
the queen sized bad.  It felt wonderful.  After Bonnie and Thelma had
stretched out on either side of me, they agreed.

   <This is it,> I said mentally.  <Let's find out what we can get him down
to.>

   Both of my ladies agreed.

   "How old is this?" I asked.

   The salesman looked a little uncomfortable.  "It's three years old, but
it has been setting most of the time.  Like I said, it has less than five
hundred miles on the odometer."

   "What kind of engine does it have?"

   "It's a six hundred horsepower Cummins diesel.  It has a 200 gallon fuel
tank, actually it's two 100 gallon tanks."

   "Has it been started recently?"

   "Yes, we start it at least once a week and let it run for a while."

   "What type of transmission?"

   "It's an automatic."

   "Does it have jacks for leveling it in uneven places?"

   "It has hydraulic jacks.  They're controlled off a pump.  You can
actually level the whole thing from the driver's seat."

   "Does it have its own generator?"

   "Yes, there is a 5000 watt propane generator that operates independently
from the engine.  The range and refrigerator are propane as well.  The
heating is partly electric and partly propane."

   "It sounds interesting," Thelma told him.  "The thing that really
bothers me though is that it is three years old."

   "Yes, but it's really like new," the salesman countered.

   "Except for the dry rot the tires have to be suffering from, and the
damage to the engine from being unused for so long.  There's also the rust
that has to be going on in the undercarriage."

   "There isn't any rust.  This is truly a custom made vehicle.  The body
and undercarriage are made from either stainless or galvanized steel.  Even
the exhaust system is stainless steel."

   "That's a plus at least," Thelma said.  "What is the best price you
could make us on it?"

   "Well, the guy that bought it still owed a little over half a million on
it when it was repossessed.  I wouldn't think they'd take much less than
that."

   <Thelma, offer a hundred thousand,> I told her mentally.

   "Why don't you call the bank and make a offer for us.  Offer them a
hundred thousand, cash, delivered to them today.  If they take it, fine. 
If not, we can always look somewhere else."

   The salesman went off grumbling to himself.  "Do both of you like this
thing as much as I do?" I asked.

   "I could live in this 24/7," Bonnie told us.

   "It's really a dream," Thelma said.  There's only a couple of things I'd
like to upgrade, and they are minor."

   "Okay, if they come back with a counter offer of less than two hundred
thousand I think we should take it," I said.

   We wandered through the place, looking into closets and checking out
everything we could think of.  It was nearly half an hour before the
salesman came back.  He was shaking his head.

   "I knew they wouldn't accept your offer, but they did surprise me.  They
said that for cash in hand today, they'd take $150,000."

   We looked at each other and I said mentally to Thelma, <Tell them for
that price we want all new top grade tires and a complete engine tuneup
including flushing the oil and radiator.>

   Thelma passed on the request to the salesman and he took off again. 
This time, when he came back, he was smiling.

   "They went for it," he said.  He gave us a time and place we should meet
with the banker.  He said we should deliver the money at that time, and
they would sign over the title.  The salesman told us the bank wanted him
to take care of the tires and the tuneup.

   Bonnie asked him when we could expect it to be ready, and he told us we
could expect it by Friday morning at the latest.

   ---------------

   The girls were a little disappointed they wouldn't be able to see their
new travel home until Friday, but brightened up when I suggested we take it
out for the weekend.

   Before they could run off to make plans, I told them I'd like to hear
what they had learned today.

   Beth started giggling.  "I learned that Coach Daniels likes to watch the
boys take a shower."

   "You mean he's gay?" I asked incredulously.

   "I have no idea if he's gay or not, all I know is, he can sit in his
office and see almost all of the boys' shower room.  He sat there and
watched until every one of them left the shower room."

   "What were his thoughts while he was watching?"

   "He was thinking things like; Tommy Watson has a cute butt; Mike Smith
sure has a big cock; Those are the best abs I've ever seen, I think he was
looking at Billy Bartels when he thought that."

   "Those sound like sexual thoughts to me," I said.  "Bonnie?  Thelma?"

   "Yes, Mike, they sound like sexual thoughts to me too," Thelma said.

   "I knew he was a prick," Bonnie said.  "I just didn't know he was a
queer prick."

   "Easy Sweety," I told Bonnie.  "Sharon, did you or Missy learn anything
of interest?"

   "He was pretty pissed off at Thelma and Bonnie when I listened to him,"
Sharon said.  "He kept making up scenarios of what he was going to do to
them.  Things like getting Thelma fired for defending Bonnie.  He plans to
report Bonnie to the IRS and see if he can get us audited.  And, get this,
he was thinking he'd seduce Beth as a payback to Bonnie."

   "Oh yuck!" Beth exploded.  "I'd rather fuck a donkey."

   "Well, he is a jackass," I kidded.

   This broke the tension a little and everyone at least had a giggle.

   "Did you learn anything Missy?" I asked.

   "Nothing as interesting as Beth or Sharon," she told me.  "He was pissed
at Thelma and Bonnie while I was listening also.  More at Thelma than at
Bonnie right at that time.  He has this big plan he's making up as he goes
along.  Did you ever see the game 'Mousetrap'?  That's what it reminds me
of.  It's kind of nebulous and changes every other minute or so, but it
goes kind of like this.  He's going to get one of his senior boys to seduce
you, Thelma.  You're going to like it so much you're going to be playing
cowgirl on top of the table in the testing room.  He's going to burst into
the room and take your picture, well about a hundred pictures, because in
his mind you're going to go right on and finish the race.  Then he's going
to take the pictures to Mr.  Andrews and 'get the slut fired'."

   "Now, that's an interesting concept," Thelma laughed.  "As if I'd let a
senior boy seduce me," she paused and winked at me.  "I only let junior
boys seduce me."

   I laughed until my sides hurt.  Everyone else did too.  We were having
such a good time we didn't realize what time it was getting to be. 
Finally, my stomach rumbled, and I saw that it was nearly 8:00 PM.  Bonnie
offered to fix something, but I suggested we get Chinese takeout delivered.


   Chapter 18

   ------------------------------------------ Wednesday, October 27, 1976
------------------------------------------

   I know, I didn't even have to go into school today, but I did it anyway.
Mostly, I wanted to monitor Coach Daniels myself.  I wanted to get a feel
for his mind as he thought his thoughts.  I know there have been times when
I felt I had been wronged and I had thoughts that if someone else had heard
them they'd have thought I was an axe murderer.

   I stopped by Thelma's office first.  This time she was at her desk. 
"Oh, I see it's my junior boy," she said with a smirk.

   "You mean as opposed to being a senior boy?" I asked.

   We both laughed, thinking of what she had said last night.  "You know, I
think a plan is afoot," she told me.  "I saw Coach Daniels in the teachers'
lounge again this morning.  He was very businesslike.  He told me he had a
young man who was having trouble in one of his classes and asked me if I
could see him this morning."

   "Are you going to see him?"

   "Yes, but I have no intention of screwing the shit out of him.  He's due
here in about ten minutes."

   "I have an idea.  Could you unlock that walk-in supply cabinet in the
testing room?  Also, when he comes, leave the door between here and the
testing room partially open.  I'll wait in the testing room while he's in
here, and if you decide to go into the testing room with him I'll duck into
the supply cabinet.  Lead him on a little bit and see how far he tries to
take it."

   "You are a bad boy Michael.  Yes.  I'll do it.  I feel safe knowing
you're here and that I have a witness."

   I gave her a quick peck on the lips and slid into the testing room. 
Thelma unlocked the supply cabinet, which was really a room, and left the
door to her office open about six inches.  I could hear and see everything
that went on in there if I positioned myself properly, and with the light
in the testing room turned off there was no way he could see me.

   <Oh my God!  It's Brian Adams!> I thought as the young man came through
the door.

   <Yes, it is.  Now stay out of my head Mike.>

   "Hello Brian.  Coach Daniels said you needed some help."

   "Yes, Ms.  Richards, but I'm afraid I didn't tell the coach the real
reason I wanted to see you."

   <He's lying, Thelma.  Coach knows why he's here.>

   "And why is that, Brian?"

   "Well, Ms.  Richards, it's more of a personal problem than a problem
with the class as such."

   <Thelma, are you aware he claims to have slept with over fifty female
students and at least three teachers?>

   <Oh my.  Mr.  Studly.> <mental giggle>

   "What kind of personal problem Brian?"

   "I'm a little embarrassed to say, Ms.  Richards.  It's so public here.
I'm afraid someone is going to walk in while I'm talking."

   "Well, we could go in the testing room, Brian.  If I turn on the
'Testing in Progress' light no one will come in."

   "Could we do that Ms.  Richards?  I sure would feel more comfortable
talking about this."

   "Sure, come on Brian," Thelma said as she started toward the testing
room.

   I quickly moved back into the supply cabinet and left the door part way
open.  I saw a tape recorder on the shelf beside me, so I slipped in a new
tape and started it recording.

   "Okay Brian," Thelma said as she sat down at the table.  "Now, what is
your problem."

   "Well, like I said, it's kind of embarrassing.  It's that...  okay, one
of the female teachers is hitting on me."

   "What makes you think she's hitting on you?"

   "Well, she smiles at me a lot, and sometimes she...  well, she touches
me in places she shouldn't."

   "Like where does she touch you Brian?"

   "Well, she pinches my butt, and sometimes she rubs it."

   "That's not good, Brian.  That is hitting on you.  Is there anything
else she does?"

   "Yes, yesterday she asked me to stay after class and she squeezed my...
my...  penis.  She squeezed my penis."

   "Oh my.  That is bad, Brian."

   "She's always rubbing my neck and shoulders.  When I asked her about it
she said she was just trying to make me feel good."

   "When she touches you like that does it seem like a sexual touch?"

   "Not really.  It's more like she's just being friendly.  Stand up a
minute and I'll show you what I mean."

   Thelma stood up and glanced at the closet.  <I'm here Sweetheart.  I'm
recording this, so if he does something wrong, say so immediately.  If you
want me to step in tell me mentally.>

   <Okay Mike.  I don't know why but I'm kind of scared.>

   <I'm here Sweety.>

   "Okay, Ms.  Richards, she just kind of rubs my shoulders like this. 
then runs her hands down my back like this"

   Adams stroked and squeezed Thelma's shoulders and then started gently
running his hands up and down her back.  He continued doing that as he
talked.

   "You see?  It's not like anything sexual, but then yesterday she did
this."

   He let his hand continue downward and squeezed the cheek of her ass.

   "Brian!  Stop that immediately!"

   "But Ms.  Richards, that's what she did, then she did this."

   He ran his hand around her hip and cupped her pussy through her skirt.

   "Brian.  This is sexual harassment on your part.  Take your hands off me
now or I will start screaming."

   "You don't want to do that, Ms.  Richards," Brian said as he turned her
around.  By now, Thelma was fighting him and he was trying to put his lips
on hers.

   "Please let me go Brian.  I don't want to have sex with you!"

   "It doesn't much matter what you want Ms.  Richards.  I want some of
your pussy and I'm going to have it."

   I thought now would be a good time to come out of the cabinet.  I
stepped out and said, "Let her go, Brian.  If you want to live, let her
go."

   I think it was the fact that someone was there rather than what I said
that made him release Thelma as quickly as he did.  "You're in big trouble
now, Brian," I told him.

   "She was coming on to me man.  I was trying to get away from her."

   "I was in the supply cabinet the whole time punk.  I heard everything
and I even tape recorded it.  You are in serious trouble."

   Brian blustered and threatened for a couple of minutes but finally gave
in when we told him we wouldn't prosecute if he told us who put him up to
it.

   "It was Coach Daniels," he said.  "He wanted me to fuck Ms.  Richards
and when I was porking her I was supposed to kick the table and he'd come
running in and take pictures."

   "Why did he pick you, Brian?" Thelma asked.

   "Because I've fucked a lot of girls here."

   "Don't you have any feeling for these girls, Brian?"

   "God put girls here for us to fuck.  That's their only purpose.  If it
wasn't for tits and cunts females wouldn't be worth a shit."

   "Okay, Brian.  You are now going to kick the table like you're supposed
to.  I want to see the look on Daniels' face when we're all just standing
here looking at him."

   Reluctantly, Adams kicked the table three times.  Within seconds, Coach
Daniels came bursting through the door, camera at the ready.  "Going bird
watching coach?" Thelma asked.  "Or are you more into action photos?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about, Ms.  Richards.  I was just
walking by and I heard a suspicious noise."

   "So you came bursting in, camera ready to shoot, right?" I asked.

   "Keep your mouth shut you snot nosed little rich bastard," he shouted.
"Get your ass to class now!"

   "I'm sorry Coach, but I don't have any classes today.  By the way, Brian
has told us all about your little drama you have set up.  It was a stupid
plan to begin with and you picked a stupid kid to execute it."

   "I told you to shut up cocksucker.  If you give me any more lip I'm
going to personally cut your cock off and shove it down your throat."

   "Now, coach.  You should really be careful of what you're saying.  There
are witnesses here you know."

   "Yeah, two of you against two of us.  Our word against yours.  The
principal is going to believe me, because we're good friends."

   "In that case you probably wouldn't mind answering a question I have. 
Do you get off watching all the boys in the shower or is it just a few
special ones?"

   "You don't know what you're talking about fuck head."

   "Well, a friend of mine heard you commenting on some of the boys in the
shower yesterday.  You said one had a big cock, another one you said had a
cute butt, and still another had great abs according to you.  I wasn't told
the names of the kids you were commenting on, but I'm sure they remember."

   "You little fuck head!  I'm going to kill you for this.  Come on Brian,
we're getting out of here."

   Brian started moving toward the door so I said, "One more thing Coach.
If you'll look at the bottom of that door there, you'll see a microphone
sticking out a little way.  I've taped everything from the time this little
turd came into the room.  I'm sure the authorities will be interested in
this, including your threats."

   Daniels made a lunge for me and I stepped aside at the last instant.  I
was turning to meet his next attack I saw that Thelma had picked up a metal
letter tray.  When Daniels was close enough, Thelma swung for the cheap
seats.  Babe Ruth would have been proud.  Daniels went down and never even
attempted to get up.

   <Thelma my love, go call 911 and tell them we were attacked.  I love you
Sweetheart, and thanks for helping.>

   <I'm on my way, Lover.  I love you too.>

   Brian saw his chance and was out the door before I could even try to
stop him.  Thelma stuck her head back in the door and said the police were
on their way.  <Sweety, when the police ask, I'm the one hit him,> I told
her.

   <Why, Mike?  Wanting to look macho?> She asked with a grin.

   <No Lover.  I'm a minor.  If he files charges it would be better if they
were against me.>

   <That's not going to happen, Mike.  I did it and I'll take the blame. 
Besides I've already signed everything I have over to the corporation.  Let
him sue me for damages.  He can't get a thing.  I haven't taken any shares
of stock from the corporation so I'm clear on that.>

   <But Sweety...>

   <No buts Mike.  We're up front about it all.  Now, get in the cabinet
there and make a copy of that tape.  Give the police the copy but tell them
it's the original.>

   <Yes Ms.  Richards,> I said jokingly.

   <Don't give me any of that Ms.  Richards shit.  If you can fuck me
blind, you can surely call me Thelma.>

   I looked around and didn't see anyone coming.  Daniels was still out, so
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her soundly.

   <Beth, Sharon, Missy, Bonnie.  Family emergency people!>

   <What's up?> Beth asked.  I could feel the other family members, but
they kept quiet so we could talk.

   <Coach Daniels tried to get Thelma raped.  He then came after me but
Thelma took him out.  I need someone here now to take a tape away and hide
it so it can't be found.>

   <On my way,> Beth said.

   <What can we do?> Bonnie asked.

   <Get hold of Phil and see if one of his partners can represent Thelma on
an assault charge.  Daniels lunged at me and I sidestepped him.  He came
back, this time at Thelma and she laid him out with a metal paper tray.>

   <Way to go Thelma!> four mental voices yelled.

   Beth came in and I handed her the original tape.  I'd copied it while
she was on the way down.  I put the copy into the recorder and put it back
on the shelf.  Daniels was starting to stir, and I was getting a little
worried when the same two officers who had been here for Sharon showed up.

   Thelma gave them our version of what had happened.  They questioned
Thelma for about half an hour, then began on me.  They had kept us
separated, but I had listened in mentally, so I knew exactly what Thelma
had said.

   They spent a while trying to punch holes in my story, then Bonnie showed
up.  She came in like an avenging angel.  "What the hell are you doing
questioning my minor son without a parent or an attorney present?" she
asked.

   "Ma'am, your son isn't suspected of any crime.  We're just trying to get
corroboration for the school counselor's story."

   "Then do it the right way," Bonnie told them.  "I want your names and
badge numbers," she demanded, taking out a small notebook and pen.  After
she had written down the information requested, she told them our attorney
would be here shortly and they could resume questioning when he was
present.

   The larger of the two detectives told her they thought they had all they
needed and got up to leave.  "Just a moment, officers," I said.  "Would you
like a tape recording of what lead up to Coach Daniels attack?"

   "You have a tape recording?"

   "Yes, sir.  I was trying out a tape recorder in the supply cabinet when
Ms.  Richards and Brian Adams came into the room.  I have every thing on
tape from Brian trying to seduce Ms.  Richards through his attempted rape
right up to the point Daniels attacked us."

   "Of course we want it son."

   I handed him the tape and said.  "I didn't know if it would be legal or
not since they didn't know they were being recorded."

   "If you were doing something else and just happened to pick them up then
it is perfectly legal.  What were you doing with the recorder?"

   "I was singing into it," I said sheepishly.  I had thought of this while
I was making the copy, so I had put about a minute of me singing "Moon
River", very badly, on the tape before I started the copying.

   The officers took the tape and left with a complaining Daniels in tow.

   "Thelma, why don't you type up your resignation?  You've been attacked
by a student and a teacher today.  We have it on tape where Daniels said
the principal is on his side, so I'm sure there are grounds here for you to
resign,"

   "I agree," Bonnie told her.  "I'll call Phil when we get home and have
him look into your contract.  Call Andrews and tell him you're so shook up
you are taking the rest of the day off."

   "Taking the rest of the day off is fine guys," Thelma agreed.  "I want
to hear what Phil has to say about the contract before I turn in a
resignation though."

   "Speaking of Andrews, with all this shit going on, the police here and
all.  Isn't it amazing we haven't seen his pudgy little face down here?" I
asked.

   "It is kind of strange," Thelma frowned.  "The school grapevine would
have let him know about this a long time ago.  He really should have showed
up."

   Thelma picked up the phone and dialed the office.  "Hi Mavis.  This is
Thelma.  Is the big man in?"

   "He what?  Strange.  Okay Mavis, put me down for being out the rest of
the day."

   "No, I'm okay honey.  I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

   She hung up the phone and said, "Principal Andrews left school about ten
minutes ago.  He told his secretary he wasn't feeling well."

   "Strange," I said.

   -------------

   Bonnie, Thelma and I left together.  We took the Suburban and left
Bonnie's car at the school.  "Mike, could you take me by the Jaguar
dealership?" Bonnie asked.  "They called this morning and said I could pick
up my new toy."

   What a beautiful car!  We all got out to look it over.  The salesman was
beaming when Bonnie told him she liked the interior better than what she
had originally picked.  She asked Thelma if she'd like to ride home with
her.  I was a little disappointed, but I figured that after this morning
Thelma deserved a little pleasure.

   Bonnie said she was going to stop at the grocery store, so I should go
on ahead.  I should have expected it, but the girls were home from school
before the two women got there.  It seems like they just had to take a
little ride before coming home.  They went over on the coast highway and
took the Jaguar through the curves.

   "What a trip!" Bonnie said.  "I've never felt a car handle on the curves
the way this one does.  It's like the tires dig into the pavement as it
goes around corners.  I know I took some of those curves twenty miles an
hour faster than I ever have before."

   I told her I understood her feelings of power and control, but no matter
how good a car is, there is a point where it breaks loose.  "I don't want
to lose you, Mom," I told her.

   I think it was my calling her Mom after all this time that got through
to her.  She gave me a big hug and promised to be more careful.

   -------------

   I worked on my English compositions that evening.  I spent nearly three
hours writing then proof reading.  Damn, it sure is a lot easier if you
have a good computer with a word processor.  Oh well, Sharon said she'd
type them for me when I had them the way I wanted them.

   I was still writing away when Bonnie came into my room and hugged me
from behind.  "It's after ten, Sweety.  Are you going to work all night?"
she asked.

   "No, Bonnie.  I was just thinking of quitting and seeing what all of you
were doing."

   "I don't know about the rest of them, but I'm standing here hoping I can
get my handsome son to come to the bedroom and fuck me silly."

   "Hmmm.  That sounds like fun," I smiled.

   Bonnie was already naked and I was just wearing a pair of boxers so I
didn't stick to the chair.  I got up and turned, taking Bonnie into my
arms. We kissed.  God was she hot!  "Did driving that new car get you all
hot and bothered?" I asked.

   "Did it ever.  I've been wet since I pulled out of the dealership.  I've
had to carry a box of tissues around with me all evening to wipe up the
juice."

   "Then we'd better do something about that," I told her as I took her
hand and led her toward her bedroom.

   We met Sharon in the hall, and she asked where we were going.  "I'm
going to take Bonnie into the bedroom and fuck her until she passes out," I
told her.  "Would you like to come along?"

   "Yes!  Please do, Sharon.  I want to eat your pussy while he fucks me
from behind." Bonnie told her.

   We were in the bedroom within seconds.  I kissed Bonnie again as she was
climbing into bed and she said, "I don't need foreplay.  I need fucked."

   I was only too happy to oblige.  Sharon lay on her back with her legs
spread.  Bonnie already had her tongue in Sharon's pussy when I positioned
myself behind Bonnie and slid into her hot, very wet pussy.  I was all the
way in in one stroke.  I started a slow gently motion, but Bonnie raised
her head and said, "Faster damnit."

   I picked up speed and she seemed satisfied.  Half a dozen long hard
strokes later and Bonnie was screaming into Sharon's pussy.  I started to
slow down, but Bonnie's hip motions urged me on to greater speed.

   About a dozen more strokes and Bonnie was screaming again.  As she was
coming down I could hear Sharon moaning her climax.  I continued pumping
and Bonnie started building toward another climax.  She went through four
more and Sharon came twice before Bonnie finally collapsed on the bed.

   Sharon moved from under Bonnie and held her arms out to me.  I quickly
moved between her legs and slipped inside her.  Sharon has a glorious
pussy. It is so tight and so wet and so hot.  I knew I couldn't last long,
so I told her so.  "It's okay Sweety.  Cum in me love.  I love you Mike. 
Cum in me."

   I took her advice and did.  As I was cuming, Sharon started a moaning
deep in her chest.  By the time I released my second spurt, the moan had
become a scream.  I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her through her
orgasm.
   To be continued

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