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 ï>¿Miss-taken Identity by Isabella

   Exceptionally gifted, that's the label they hung on me at the age of
eleven, well, actually it was on my record as 'Exceptionally Gifted and
Talented'.  My parents were told by an educationalist that they should
consider moving to a different area, I was born in a 'Socialist' area,
known far and wide as the Socialist Republic of Leicester, "You only have
to move thirty miles in any direction and your daughter will be educated
properly, stay in Leicester and she'll be stuck in the comprehensive system
until she dies of boredom."

   "Why do they bother to test everyone if they have no intention of using
that information to educate children properly?"

   "The government forces them to run the tests but it's up to each local
authority to use the information in their educational plan.  Sarah's
classification will mark her as a troublemaker to her teacher's in the
future because she will start to play up as soon as she gets bored in
school."

   It took me less than a year to start playing up because I'd actually
finished all four years of work on the school curriculum and had been told
that in year seven I'd be starting from the beginning all over again, I was
bored and started disrupting classes.  I was suspended twice, the first
time was at the end of year six, I was off school for a week and the second
time was just after year seven started and I was given work to do that I'd
done three years earlier, that time my punishment was a fortnight suspended
from school.  My father took me to see our doctor; he was wondering if the
doctor could send me to a child psychologist, I'd just been suspended for
the third time and I'd been at school for just a week after I'd returned
from my second suspension.  There was to be a review of my crime and then
they would set my punishment tariff, probably a month long suspension on
this occasion.  I'd reacted to my latest suspension by cutting all of my
hair off and building a bonfire out of all of my girly clothes, I'd had
long curly hair down to my bottom but when I was dragged into the doctors
surgery I was actually bald in places and the only clothes I had to wear
was a football strip.

   The doctor's advice was: Don't bother with a child psychologist, there's
an eighteen month waiting list to get an appointment, I'll make a few phone
calls for you, It's obvious that your daughter is only playing up because
she's bored, come back and see me tomorrow, what job do you do by the way?"

   "Long distance lorry driver, why?"

   "Well that's a job that you can do wherever you live so there shouldn't
be a problem with moving away from Leicester!"

   I didn't go to the doctor's with my father the next day, my mother was
out of work once again and she had dragged me to her hairdresser to get my
hair sorted out, I was once again playing up and refused to allow the
stylist to touch me, I ordered my mother to take me to a boy's barber and
had a short back and sides haircut with a ton of Brylcreem combed into it.

   I stopped wearing dresses and skirts and took to wearing jeans and a
T-shirt with heavy boots on my feet.  I didn't see any of my old school
friends again.  Our doctor had arranged for my father to have an interview
with the housing officer in the Northampton council area, they had a family
that had a council house in Northampton and the husband had just been
transferred to Leicester with his job, he was having to drive seventy miles
to work and back each day and needed to swap houses with someone in
Leicester.  We'd swapped houses within ten days, our old doctor had even
arranged for me to be interviewed by the headmistress of a grammar school,
just outside of Northampton.

   My father took me to my interview, I was given a very posh looking
booklet, it was the complete SATs test that I'd taken two years earlier but
at my old school the test had been a series of tests printed on photocopier
paper.  I opened the front cover of the booklet, looked at the page for two
seconds and closed the book again.  Mrs Peddly was about to walk away from
me but stopped when I closed the book, "Is there a problem Sarah?"

   "No, I've taken this test before!"

   Mrs Peddly looked a little exasperatedly at me, "Yes, I know, but I'd
like you to take the test again please!"

   I picked up a sheet of rough, working out, paper and wrote:

   A, 75

   B, 2.4

   C, 5%

   D, 2:1

   Mrs Peddly stopped me writing and picked up the booklet and looked at
the first four questions and then at my answers on the rough sheet, she
flicked through the booklet, "What is question seventy?"

   "Well, the answer is Mount Ararat but the question is fundamentally
flawed as there is no real proof one way or the other as to where Noah's
ark landed after the flood, or even if a nine hundred year old man even
built an ark in the first place."

   "Can you remember the whole booklet?"

   "I don't really know, my school just photocopied the booklet, we might
not have got every page!"

   "What did you score two years ago?"

   "Seven hundred and ninety-nine out of..."

   I was stopped saying eight hundred, "We believe that the score is
sufficient, the rest is superfluous and can be seen as showing off!"

   I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't care one way or the other, I would
never dream of telling anyone what I'd scored other than a school teacher.

   "I'd like to offer you a place in my school Sarah..."

   This time it was my turn to stop her mid-sentence, "Can I keep my own
hairstyle?"

   She smiled at me, "Well, it's hardly a style my dear but your hairstyle
is your own business but we will expect you to keep to our strict uniform
code, I promise you that you will never be bored at school while you're
here, just so long as you take part in school life genuinely and
willingly."

   I offered her my hand and we shook on the bargain.

   So there I was, first day of school, standing at the bus stop at six
o'clock in the morning dressed in a white blouse, white bra even though I
was flatter than the Netherlands, white knickers, although I could have
chosen navy if I had wanted a little colour in my life, navy gymslip, white
socks and black Clarkes sandals.  I didn't object to any of that, the
things that I hated most were the straw boater on my head and the white
cotton gloves on my hands.  And why was I at the bus stop in the middle of
the night?  My new school was a girl's Boarding School and I had to take a
full and active role in all school activities.  I had to be in school by
seven thirty for breakfast, after breakfast we had physical exercise, I
could swim, play sports or attend dance classes.  As the sports were all
'girls' sports, netball, softball, lacrosse, that kind of thing...I opted
for ballet class, well all kinds of dance really but ballet in the main and
I chose dance because it was indoors in the warm and dry.

   Our day was totally structured, after exercise; we had prayers, then
four lessons and lunch.  After lunch we did more sports, I opted for cross
country running after lunch, that or gymnastics because dance wasn't an
option after lunch.  We had three lessons during the afternoon and then two
hours of prep between four pm and six.  At six o'clock we ate dinner
together and after dinner I was allowed to go home.

   Because my father was a long distance lorry driver he was away a lot and
now that I was effectively doing a fourteen hour school day including the
travelling to and from school, my mother had taken a job to get over her
boredom and to meet people as well, it started as just three afternoons a
week but after six months of that she was persuaded to go full time.

   I was fortunate that no one saw me going to school or returning home
because of the times of day that I was travelling so I could separate my
home life and my school life totally.  My full name was Sarah Victoria
Clarke, at school I was Miss Clarke to the teachers, Sarah Clarke to my
class mates and at home I was Vic Clarke and because of the way I dressed
and the way I acted people around where I lived thought I was a boy.

   On Friday's we got out of prison early, we didn't do any prep, didn't
have to stop for dinner so I actually got home before the kids from the
local comprehensive school.  My mother had already worked forty hours by
Friday when her boss rang out of the blue, he needed a cleaner for the
local council offices, from eight o'clock in the evening until six am, my
mum was reluctant at first, after all, she'd hardly seen me all week, "Mum,
go to work tonight and ask for time off when dad eventually gets back home
from Sotogrande so you can be with dad all day on your own!"

   I walked her to the bus stop as it was getting dark and on the walk
home, as I was passing the local 'Eight till late' I came across eight boys
milling around outside being raucous.  I was on nodding terms with most of
the boys, one or two had even spoken to me over the months that I'd lived
in their area but eight together, eight teenage boys up to no good!  I
wasn't sure if I should walk past them or cross the road and take the long
route home.  I took a deep breath, took my comb from my back pocket and
dragged it through my hair as I walked towards the boys, it wasn't exactly
a weapon but it was made of steel and apart from my front door key it was
the only metal thing I was carrying.  One of the boys punched another on
the shoulder and shouted, "You said the S word on a weekend so you deserved
that!"

   "It's bloody Friday night, not the weekend!"

   "No!  The weekend officially started at three o'clock today as soon as
we left sch..."

   The boy stopped himself finishing the word school and jumped out of the
way of a punch that was about to come from one of the other boys.

   "...ha!  You can't do it to me, I didn't actually say it!"

   He stopped talking, gave me a serious look, I raked my comb through my
hair again just to keep it ready, his face changed from a frown to a smile
as he recognised me, he nodded his head in my direction, "Hi,,,you Victor
Clarke?"

   "Just Vic."

   "Hi Vic, I'm Frank..." He pointed around the group and called out a
rapid roll call of names, "...How come you don't come to s...Stalag
seventeen with the rest of us!"

   Someone was about to punch Frank on the upper arm again but stopped
short when Frank once again managed to avoid saying school.  "When we moved
over here they said I could keep going to my old school so it didn't break
my studies!"

   Frank shook his head, "I'm sorry Vic mate but you said the six letter
word on a weekend, if I don't do it one of the others will have to, right
or left?"

   "Right or left what?"

   "You right or left handed"

   "Right!"

   Frank punched me on the top of my left arm, hard and aimed for the
muscle to give me a dead arm.  I jumped back rubbing my arm, "I take it
that's one of your quaint local customs!"

   Frank nodded his head, "One of your customs too, you're one of us now!"

   I smiled at Frank, "Here, let me show you one of the customs from my old
area Frank!"

   Because of ballet training every day for six months, gymnastics and long
distance running, I managed to do a standing leap into the air, I landed
square onto Frank, one hand on each of his shoulders to hold him in place
and brought my knee up swiftly between his legs.  One of the boys closest
to Frank groaned, "Right in the happy sacks, you dirty bastard Vic!"

   I'd pulled my punch as it were, stopped a millimetre short of contact,
Frank was shocked and slow to react, jumping backwards but because I was
holding his shoulders tightly only his bum moved away from me.  I think
that the fact that I'd managed to get so close so quickly but had
controlled the blow at such speed so as to ruffle his underpants without
crippling him in the process had impressed Frank a lot as well as all who
had been quick enough to see me do it.

   We all just hung about chatting, I didn't realise that there was
anything going on but Simon and Alan were watching the customers coming and
going from the store, Simon suddenly made a move, he went to the door just
as the last customer was leaving, he stepped through the door at the same
time so that there was only one beep and not two, Simon stepped past the
first rack of shelves and stood still.  Alan made a lot of noise going in
the shop and ran to the counter.  I saw the salesman looking intently at
Alan, 'Classic distraction technique!' jumped into my head as Alan stumbled
fell against the counter sending the stand of lottery scratch cards flying
all over the counter.

   Frank was moving into play now, he walked to the door just as Simon
carne towards it from the other side, Frank stepped into the shop and Simon
used Frank entering the shop to cover him leaving, Frank shouted, "Alan,
the bus is coming, forget it or you'll be late home."

   Alan apologised for knocking the display over and ran back to the door
at the other end of the store.  Simon walked casually past the window and
once out of sight of the storekeeper Alan helped Simon to open his jacket,
Simon had both hands in his pockets and he was holding one two litre bottle
of cider in each hand through his coat.  They all ran towards the park, I
only followed them because my house was in the same direction, I had no
intention of doing more than just going home and start washing my uniform
ready for the following week but as I walked past Frank, who was holding
the fence up to allow his mates to roll under and into the locked park he
called me over, "Aren't you coming to have a drink with us Vic?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, hell, it wasn't the way I'd planned to spend my
Friday evening but I did a cost/benefit analysis quickly in my head, if I
said no then it might cause some suspicion, I was supposed to be a 'Normal'
thirteen year old boy after all and no thirteen year old boy would pass up
the offer of a drink of illicit alcohol.  I ran to the fence and did a
forward tucked roll a foot from the fence and came out of the roll on the
other side.

   We all ended up in the moonlight, sitting on the climbing frame passing
the two bottles of cider around between us.  Every time the bottle reached
me I placed it to my lips over the bottle and lifted it up like everyone
else but I only tasted the cider, I didn't really drink it.  The chatter
was inane, mainly football related or girls, I had to smile when they
bemoaned the fact that no girls ever came out in the street, or rather out
in the park, especially after dark.  "Hey Frank, when are you going to
pinch another wank-mag from your uncle Sid?"

   Even in the half-light I could see that Frank had a pained expression on
his face, "I'm trying not to go back to see my uncle, so there won't be any
wank-mag any time soon!"

   The conversation for the next fifteen minutes revolved around Frank
being selfish and not thinking of the good of the herd rather than his own
comfort.  It turned nine o'clock, that seemed to be the magic hour, most of
the boys seemed to have a nine o'clock curfew and as the church clock
chimed nine there was a line of boys stretching out across the park towards
the stretch of fence that could be lifted up to get into or out of the park
after closing time.

   I sat on the monkey bars with my feet swinging under me.  Frank seemed
to have quieted down a lot after his uncle Sid was mentioned.  I looked at
his face in the soft moonlight, I'd never looked at a boy as a potential
boyfriend but I was thirteen and all the girls of my age at school were
totally focused on boys, at least three girls in my class had left school
this afternoon with the express intention of having sex with a boy before
they went to bed tonight.  'If I HAD to have a boyfriend, Frank would make
a great boy to start out with.'

   I shook my head to try and get that thought out of it, if I started
thinking like a girl now Frank would probably spot something..."What time
do you have to be home Vic?"

   "I don't have any rules like that; I can please myself, how about you?"

   "I just have to be home before my mum and dad get out of the pub."

   "They on a Friday night bender?"

   "No, my mum's working tonight!"

   "Oh!  Which pub, the Royal Oak?" I only said that because the Oak was
just around the corner.

   "No, the Three Feathers!"

   "Isn't that the pub that Simon said you got the...erm...books of special
interest from?  Your Uncle Sid's place?"

   "Wank-mag, and yes."

   Frank was looking away now, he'd gone very quiet again, I waited an age
for him to say something at least, he'd even stopped looking in my
direction, I thought I needed to break the silence, "Barmaid or what?"

   One Mississippi...two Mississippi...three Mississippi...

   "Okay, I don't really need to know..."

   I was stopped dead by Frank spinning his head in my direction, his face
was red, red enough to show even under moonlight, "Dancer, my mother works
at Uncle Sid's pub as a dancer!"

   Because I did ballet, jazz, tap, folk, C&W as well as line dancing at
school I stupidly said, "What type of dancing?"

   Frank's face reddened even more, "Men will only pay to watch one kind of
dancing in a pub, in Northampton, on a Friday night!"

   "Ah!, Exotic dancing then." I winced at the words that left my mouth,

   "No, not exotic dancing, fucking striptease, my mother's a fucking
stripper...okay...happy!"

   "Hey, my dad's driving a truck eighteen hundred miles to southern Spain
for the next four or five weeks and my mother's doing her sixth, eight hour
shift this week cleaning up other people's shit and I'll bet your mum will
earn more than both of them put together this week just for flashing her
tits to a few perverts tonight!  In five years time, when we leave...that
institution that cannot be named on a weekend...  We'll be lucky to find a
job sweeping the streets or emptying the bins...people have to do whatever
they can to make ends meet!"

   Frank seemed to relax a little, "To be honest, she doesn't HAVE to do
it, she does it because she loves doing it!"

   "Well, isn't that even better?  You know...  her doing something she
loves and getting paid to do it!"

   Frank smiled and nodded his head, then he looked all around the dark
park, sniffed the shot of sadness out of his nose and said, "What the fuck
are we doing sitting here in this shit-hole of a park freezing our arses
off, you can come and hang out at my place until ten, ten-thirty...just so
long as you go before my mum and dad get home...what do you say?"

   "Sounds aces to me Frank mate."

   Frank and I jumped off the monkey bars and walked across the park in
silence to a few feet from the breach in the park's defences and Frank
suddenly stopped, he grabbed my sleeve and dragged me to a halt, pulled me
up to face him, he looked moody and dark and I half closed my eyes,
expecting him to kiss me, "Please don't tell anyone about my mother, you
know, what she does..."

   I opened my eyes fully again, my heart had done a double summersault
imagining Frank kissing me but I got over my disappointment quickly, "No
idea what you're on about mate, over there on them monkey bars, that was
just all cider induced bullshit, nothing to be retained or remembered,
nothing to disseminate to others!"

   "What the fuck Vic, induced, retained and disseminate...you sure you're
thirteen and not some kind of pigmy adult trying to fuck with my head!"

   I checked myself, shook Frank's hold off of my sleeve, "Don't take the
piss out of the way I speak, I can't help going to a...careful Sarah,
careful words called for...different place of education to you!"

   Frank laughed, "But seriously, I've never taken any of the guys home
before so none of them know my mum or what she does for a living."

   Frank stooped down and lifted the bottom of the fence up, I rolled under
it on my side this time and then I held it up for Frank, he tried to crawl
under on his hands and knees so I had to really pull hard to stop the
bottom of the fence snagging on his jacket.

   We set off in the direction of the shop where I met the guys, "Where do
you live Frank?".

   I was about to say that I might live nearer when Frank said, "In the
flats above the shops."

   "Not above the 'Eight till late'!"

   "Next door."

   "Wow, talk about pissing on your own doorstep."

   "Well, hopefully old Abdul won't know that we had it away with his stock
until long after he's forgotten that I was there."

   We walked down the drive at the side of the shops and around the back,
there was one flight of concrete stairs that fed six maisonettes, Frank
unlocked the door to one of the two middle ones and turned the lights on, I
walked into the kitchen and spotted two open doors, one straight opposite
the outside door and one to the right.  The room opposite the outer door
was small and looked almost like a hospital room, a steel bed frame with a
vinyl covered mattress on it and just a bottom sheet loosely covering it
but six pillows in a mountain at the head of the bed.  The room was painted
with white gloss and was almost perfectly lit by a street light that was
mounted on the front wall of the building.

   While Frank fumbled with the lock on the outer door I walked over to the
door and took a closer look inside the clinical room, a single side table
with a bottle of massage oil, a pile of white towels and an industrial
sized box of condoms, I recognised them instantly as they were exactly the
same ones that the government supplied to schools for free so that every
child could be taught how to use them properly.  My school also gave them
out free of charge to any girl that asked for them, free of charge and also
no questions asked...the school would rather supply free condoms than lose
a student to unwanted pregnancy.

   Frank was at my side pulling the door closed just as I spotted the bin
and started to check out the content, several pink latex sausage skins and
a hand full of tissues.  Frank pulled the door closed to stop me going in
the room,.  "Most of the flats use this room as a dining room.  My mum uses
it as her..."

   "Office!".  I interjected helpfully.

   "Yes, office." Frank repeated with a wry smile.

   "Would you like a cola?"

   "I'd love one please Frank."

   Frank opened the large fridge and we both looked in, there wasn't a
scrap of food to be seen, no cola either, just tins and bottles of all
kinds, beer, wine and lager.  "Looks like it's beer or beer!  But I can
only take one or my dad might spot it if two were missing and he'd kill
me."

   "You don't have to bother on my account, a glass of water would be fine
with me."

   Frank gave me a strange look, 'Shit!  My first slip up, "Or...or we
could split a can of lager if you have any lime to put in it!"

   Frank took a pint can from the fridge and took a swallow from it, then
he poured some lime cordial into the hole in the top of the can and swilled
the can around in his hand while looking intently in the hole, when he
stopped he looked at my face, "Do you need a glass?"

   I shook my head, "Just makes more washing up mate, we can share the
can." Actually, that suited me as I didn't intend on drinking much, if any
of the alcohol.

   Frank took me through the door on the right.  There was a corridor, one
door on the left, one on the right and further along on the right a set of
stairs going off to the right.  Frank opened the door on the left, "This is
the lounge, we could sit in here but if I turn the lights on we'll attract
flies all evening, we'd be better off chatting up in my bedroom, that's on
the back...no one will see my lights are on at the back!"

   Frank pointed out the door on the right, "That's the bog if you need it
or there's one up in the bathroom."

   I followed Frank to his bedroom and we sat on the bed together drinking,
well I say drinking, I just pressed the can to my lips and let a tiny
amount of lager and lime 'colour' my mouth, just in case Frank smelled my
breath as we were sitting so close.  Frank had drunk quite a lot of the
cider and now he was drinking all of the pint of lager as well so he was
way merry when he draped his arm over my shoulder, his hand resting
somewhere close to where my breast would eventually grow, Frank was
obviously a 'Sloppy' drunk, a lover rather than a fighter when inebriated.
His mouth was about an inch from my ear and I thought he was about to kiss
me on my cheek, I steadied myself, how should I react if he did?  Would it
be a gay thing?  I got the feeling from what he said that there might just
be something going on between him and his Uncle Sid from the Feathers Pub,
during the evening he had warned every one of us not to go near his uncle.

   He leaned in even closer and pulled me against his side, I felt his
breath on my neck and my heart skipped a beat, "I like you Vic, you didn't
go silly when you found out that my mother was a..."

   "Dancer!" I butted in.

   "Dancer...dancer, right!"

   "So, you going to announce our engagement Frank?"

   I looked at his hand and then back at his face, he jerked his arm away
from my shoulder like I'd just burned him, "Fuck man, sorry, I think I'm
pissed, I get a little...you know...cuddly when I'm pissed, that's how Sid
got..." Frank stopped himself he looked away.  I saw a blush on his face.

   "Sid that you used to get the 'Gentleman's special interest' books from
for the guys to look at?"

   "You do talk funny sometimes Vic but yes, Sid has a mountain of porn in
his play room in the flat above the Three Feathers."

   "I should look in on him, I've never seen one before!"

   Frank jerked back in my direction, "No, never go near my uncle or the
Three Father's pub...ever, if you want to see one my dad has a few!"

   I had been kidding with him, just trying to lighten the mood, looking at
pictures of naked women just wasn't my scene, even at my most rebellious
phase, I never really lost sight of my basic sexuality, strictly hetro! 
"If you want to see some my dad has a few of Sid's books, not the really
good stuff though, they'd be too tame to take for the guys!"

   He didn't give me the chance to say that I was only joking, he launched
himself on unsteady feet towards the bedroom door, I followed behind him,
half expecting to have to pick him up off the floor at any moment.  He
crossed the hall, opened the door opposite his and I followed him into his
parent's bedroom, he didn't turned the lights on, I reached for the switch,
he spat out, "Don't...switch the light on...the vultures are already
gathering outside!"

   There was plenty of light anyway, it came from the same streetlight that
illuminated his mother's 'Office' on the floor below.  Frank walked to a
chest of drawers.  He bent to the bottom drawer and pulled it open.  On the
top of a pile of magazines in the drawer there was a posh, leather bound,
photo album, he pulled that out and placed it carefully on top of the chest
of drawers and went back down to fumble through the pile of magazines.  I
reached over him and opened the album, "What's in here?  Naked pictures of
you as a baby in the bath!"

   He jumped up and slammed the album shut but he was too late, I'd seen
the first page, an eight by ten glossy picture, in full colour, of a naked
woman on a bed.

   "So, who was that?"

   "My mother!"

   "She looked very pretty...from the little I saw of her!"

   I got another strange look from Frank, "What, no comments about her rack
or her bald pussy?"

   "Not from me mate, I have nothing but admiration for anyone willing to
pose like that for a photograph, I don't think I could have done anything
like that..." I cupped under where my breasts would be one day, "...and I
don't have anything like that to show off either."

   Frank gave me a crooked grin and opened the album again before slamming
it once again.  "If anyone of my other mates asks to see this album I'll
know you blabbed and I will kill you stone dead!"

   "I'm not going to say anything Frank, cross my heart!"

   Frank flipped slowly through the album, all pictures of his mum totally
naked, about ten pictures in his mum was on all fours on the bed, arse to
the camera and looking back over her shoulder, Frank flipped to the next
page, suddenly there was a man with his mother, she was still on all fours
and the man was pressing a very healthy looking cock into her buttocks, the
other side of the page he was definitely engaged in giving her a pork roll
injection.  Frank closed the book again, "That's enough of her!"

   "Was he your father?"

   "No, my dad was holding the camera."

   Frank went back to his search through the pile of books and magazines,
"This has the best pictures but there is more text and not so many
pictures."

   "You know that you could try reading the text bits as well as look at
the photographs don't you?"

   Frank smiled at me as he returned the photo album to the drawer and
carried the magazine through to his own room.  ` I sat back on the bed and
readied myself for the pictures of nude models.

   "Okay smart-arse...you try reading the text!"

   I took the magazine and opened it at page one, "This is Helmut and his
wife Inger, they are very keen wife swappers, Helmut has dressed his wife
to show off her considerable charms in the hope that Inger will attract
lots of new men to join them at home for an evening of fun..."

   Frank pulled the magazine from my hands and looked to see if there was
any English text on the page, "I don't believe that you can really read
this story, it's in a foreign language!"

   "It's only German, nothing complicated really."

   "You can really read this stuff?"

   It was another critical point, I had to be careful what I said, if I had
mentioned that I'd learned German in just six months for something to do to
stretch my mind, "German grandmother, I had to learn to read and speak
German for when I went to visit her...".  A little white lie was better
than trying to show off or score points.

   Frank flicked through a few pages in the book, "I love these pictures
the most, read what it says about them for me please!"

   I read the first few paragraphs in my head, it was a work of fiction,
the photographs had been staged to pick out points in the story, I doubted
that I could read it without blushing if Frank was looking at me.  "This
story is just a work of fiction, the pictures have been staged and aren't
like the first story at all where Ingar really was Helmut's wife."

   "Read it for me please!"

   I started out reading aloud to him and within seconds his jeans were
bulging out with his erection trying to reach freedoms, I stopped reading
and turned the magazine towards him, "And that is the picture that goes
with the first part of the story."

   Frank was looking decidedly uncomfortable, his right hand was pressing
down on his cock through his jeans and underpants "Fucking hell Vic, I
can't believe just how turned on I am right now...erm, wouldn't freak you
out if I...you know...took care of this while you read the next page for
me?"

   "I wouldn't mind at all just so long as you don't ask me to help with
more than just reading the story!" I looked around the room, there was an
angle poise lamp on the desk at the side of the bed, "Does that lamp work?"

   "Should do but you have to turn it on at the plug, the switch on the
back is buggered."

   "The socket..."

   "What?"

   "...the plug is on the power cord, it has no switch, the switch is on
the socket..." Frank looked confused, "...oh never mind."

   I leaned over and turned the lamp on at the wall, then I turned the main
lights off and slipped to the head of the bed, padded Frank's pillows
against the wall to support my back and aimed the lamp at the page I was
reading, "There, you can do whatever you like now!"

   My mouth went dry as I read half the page to myself while Frank pulled
his trousers off in the half-light cast by the lamp.  I translated the text
from German into English and then switched the grammar around the way it
would be written if it had been an English story.  I edited the story from
memory as I watched Frank rub his cock.  He'd climaxed before the point
that I would have to read the next passage from the magazine.

   Frank looked up at me, saw that I was looking at him and he grinned at
me.  He had to roll off of the bed carefully and rush to the bathroom to
clean himself before his spunk went everywhere and while he was gone I read
the rest of the story and committed it to memory before Frank came back.

   "That story is so fucking hot, how come you don't have a boner?"

   'Think fast Sarah', "It's hard work reading in German, if I just read it
as it's written it wouldn't make any sense at all because they join the
words in a different order to us so I have to read the whole paragraph to
myself in German, then reorder the words to make sense and tell you while
I'm reading the next paragraph so the story flows properly.  I can't do all
that and get a hard-on as well."

   Frank checked his clock, "I have no idea what time my mum and dad will
be home, they will have just called time at the pub so they could be home
in five minutes or two hours!"

   I could tell that Frank didn't want to tell me to go home but he didn't
want to get caught with a friend in the house at eleven o'clock either. 
"I'd better get off anyway; probably finish the story the next time."

   "Don't mark the page though, I don't want my dad to find out that I've
been reading his magazine!"

   "No problem, I'll be able to remember where we got to for the next
time!"

   Frank's cock looked quite sweet hanging down flaccidly looking at my
feet, I threw his dressing gown at him, "Put that on or the owls will think
you have a worm for them to peck at when you let me out!"

   "Cheeky bastard!"

   Frank didn't put any of the downstairs lights on, just guided me to the
kitchen and then unlocked the door...



   *** ...I stepped out onto the patio and across to the stairs down to the
loading area behind the shops.  I had good light from the moon as I crossed
the patio but the stairs were in shade.  I dropped the first step, watching
Frank wank himself had turned me on, reading my first hard core sex story
had too and now I was dripping wet, I pushed my hand down the front of my
jeans and I was rubbing myself off by the third step down.

   There was a faint orange glow below me, it danced upwards by two feet
and it suddenly flared to ten times as bright and the face of a middle-aged
man resolved from the total darkness.  A man was smoking a cigarette at the
foot of the stairs.

   "You just been with Jenny?"

   I looked over my shoulder at Frank's house as the man exhaled and a
cloud of grey mist enveloped me, it wasn't tobacco smoke, it smelled sickly
sweet, a little like old cat sick.  I realised that he meant Frank's mum,
"No, she's dancing at the Three Feathers tonight.  She could be home in ten
minutes or an hour."

   "So, who are you going to try next?  Seems like there is some kind of
convention in town, all my usual contacts are down at the Hilton or the
Radisson, working the businessmen!"

   That went above my head but I grasped the comment out of the air and
analysed his words for two steps..."God no, I don't..." Another of those
careful moments, "...wish I had the money to pay for fun!"

   "How old are you sonny?"

   He took another draw on his joint and the bright orange glow flashed
blue twice, he groaned, "Bad time to hit a sparkler if there's no one about
to use it on...ever try a sparkler kid?"

   "Never even heard of it!"

   "That Polish dealer on the Croft has started selling them, basically
cannabis but with some new synthetic Crystal that they haven't banned yet,
it flashes blue like a sparkler, hence the name but we also call it a
Viagra fag, the effect is like Viagra but ten times stronger!  Want to try
a drag?"

   This was another of those crucial decision points, no thirteen year old
boy would ever turn down the chance of trying a new, illegal, experience
but no thirteen year old girl would take drugs from a stranger unless she
was easy, desperate or drunk!  "Sure mate, love to!"

   He offered the cigarette, I went to take it but he pushed my hand away,
he brought it up to my face, his palm was caressing my cheek as he held the
soggy end of the fag to my lips.  Unlike the alcohol earlier I couldn't
fake smoking a joint, I had to inhale deeply or the lighting effect at the
tip would be all wrong.  As I filled my lungs an instant buzzing started in
my head just like a heard of bees were stampeding from one ear to the other
and back again, just before I'd fully filled my lungs there was three
little blue sparks and flashes from the end of the joint.  The buzzing in
my head doubled in volume but the thing that surprised me most was that the
buzz in my head had moved down to my pussy as a red hot tingling feeling
between my legs.

   "You lucky bastard, first drag and you hit the jackpot, three sparklers
in one go...that will put hairs on your chest and lead in your pencil."

   I'd noticed that when he was holding the joint against my mouth his palm
was stroking my cheek, "So you don't know where any other whores live
around here then?"

   "No, I'm a new boy around here, I only know Jenny!"

   "So, you've been let down as well...I only need a blow job really, what
about you?"

   "I looked after myself up there so I'm okay!"

   He had the joint in his own mouth again and was sucking hard, there were
two flashes of blue and he groaned, "Fucking hell, that was harsh, my balls
will explode if I don't get help soon."

   The effect of the strong cannabis was actually turning me on even more
than I had been before I left Franks bedroom, probably for the first time
in my life I was desperate for sex and the tingling in my pussy was making
me feel a little reckless too, I needed to get home as fast as I could
before desperation made me do something silly like run up and rape Frank.

   The guy held the joint between his own lips and he stroked my cheek
again, this time without the joint.  He took another massive draw from his
joint as I pushed his hand away from my face and as he held his breath he
took the joint from his mouth and put it between my lips...I knew that I
should have turned him down but I filled my lungs and got another blue
flash.  As I held the smoke in my lungs he said, "Okay then, I'll pay you a
tenner to suck my cock for me!"

   I started to walk away with my lungs still full of smoke but he caught
me up in the driveway back out to the road, "Come on, help a fellow
traveller out...okay, fifteen quid for a quick suck off, nothing fancy!"

   He finished the joint off and flicked the stub end over the wall... 
"Come on, fifteen quid for a blowjob, that's a good offer."

   He pulled me to a stop again, there was just enough light now to see his
face, the pleading look he was giving me and, for the first time the
massive bulge in the front of his jeans jumped out at me under the street
lights.  If I were less turned on, if I hadn't just watched a friend whack
himself off, if I hadn't just read a very strong porn story...well, the
outcome might have been very different.

   "Fifteen pounds?"

   "Yes, fifteen pounds."

   "And all I have to do is a quick blow job on you?"

   "Yes."

   I held out my hand for the money, "No, not out here, I'll pay you as
soon as we get in the public toilet at the car park!"

   "Show me the money first!"

   He took his wallet out and withdrew fifteen pounds from inside, I looked
at it and then said, "Okay but you can't touch me for fifteen quid, I'll
just give you a simple blow job and I'm done...okay?"

   "Sure but you have to get me off in your mouth and swallow it down."

   The agreement struck, the contract signed, we walked to the public
toilet in the car park, I went in first and stood against the wall with my
hand out, he popped the three, five pound notes into my hand before pulling
his joggers and underpants down to his ankles and I reached out to take a
hold.  He leaned in and kissed me on the lips, I let him kiss me for two
minutes before I came to my senses, as he kissed me he was trying to get my
jeans open so I pushed him away, "Just a blow job, no touching me!"

   I had my back against the wall and slid down into a squat, because of
the drugs he was huge, I had to almost dislocate my jaw to get him in my
mouth.  I'd never sucked a cock before but for six months I'd listened to
girls bragging about giving their boyfriends oral sex and I was a quick
study.  As I sucked him I used my right hand on his cock shaft to speed him
up a little and my left hand slipped down the front of my jeans and inside
my unisex knickers.  I went to rub my magic button but got a bit of a
shock, the usual little bump under a fold of skin forming the hood as
missing, what I found felt more like a small cock, I could actually pinch
it between my thumb and forefinger, not quite long enough to rub like a
cock but as I squeezed it my lights definitely went to 'Tilt'.

   "Hi, not much about tonight, who's your friend?"

   The voice of a much older man standing behind the guy I was sucking
brought me down from my orgasmic high faster than if it had been my father
walking in on me doing it, the voice cooled me down but had the opposite
effect on my oral lover, he blasted off in my mouth, I swallowed as fast as
I could but I still wasn't able to swallow it all down, some escaped down
my chin and as soon as he finished pumping spunk in my mouth he said, "Just
a young boy I picked up outside Jenny's house, I'm paying him fifteen quid
to make me happy."

   Every story I'd heard about men said that they went flaccid and lost
interest in sex as soon as they fired off but my guy didn't, obviously the
drug he'd taken to get hard blocked that response, as soon as I finished
swallowing, he started fucking my mouth all over again.  I caught sight of
the older man out of the corner of my eye as he came in for a closer look
he bent over so that his nose almost touched my cheek, "He's Victor, lives
just past the park, the road on the right someplace, his mum's a cleaner
and his dad's a lorry driver, trans-continental I think!"

   The old guy must have known my parents somehow and now he was stroking
the back of my neck, he looked up into the face of the guy I was sucking
while still bent over, his face next to mine and said, "Ease him away from
the wall so I can get in behind him."

   My 'Customer' started to shuffle backwards, away from the wall, I tried
to remain with my back pressing against the glazed tile wall but the old
man still had his hand on my neck and was forcing me to follow the cock in
my mouth until I was well clear of the wall.  The old man kept his left
hand on the back of my head but began rubbing his right hand over my chest,
as his right hand slid down my body towards my crotch I tried to move out
of his reach but as my face was still being held against the younger man's
cock I didn't actually move away, my legs just straightened slightly until
they were totally straight and then the older guy lost interest in rubbing
my belly, he stood up and shuffled in behind me, his left hand left my neck
and rubbed along my back, his hand reached the belt holding my jeans up, he
slipped his fingers under the belt and the back of my trousers and he
yanked down.

   He must have been an expert at debagging boys because he'd caught both
trousers and underpants in one swift movement, I got into an instant panic
as I thought he was going to pull my trousers all the way down, it was dark
in the toilet but light enough that they would notice that something was
missing.

   I felt wetness between my bum cheeks and then slight pain as the old guy
slipped his finger up my anus, not just a little way in, all of his finger,
all the way up my bum, "God sonny you're very tight, you haven't been doing
this game for long have you, I'll give you thirty quid if I can fuck your
arse!"

   After watching the old man probing inside my arse and then his comment,
my customer shot off all over again but this time I was more prepared for
the jets of spunk and was able to swallow it all down without spillage. 
Once again he didn't go soft, and he held my mouth in place while he got
his breath back.  He pulled his hips back, he was just about to start all
over again, fucking my mouth as the old guy shuffled in behind me, rubbing
his cockhead up and down between my arse cheeks.

   'He can't complain, I've sucked him to two orgasms for fifteen quid!' I
thought to myself and before he could thrust forwards into my mouth again I
sidestepped and jumped forwards, slipping out from between both men.  I was
out of the toilet pulling the back of my trousers back into place as I
passed through the doorway.

   On the walk home four men pulled up alongside me in their cars and asked
me if I wanted a lift, a favour for a favour so to speak.  As I'd only ever
been around the estate during the day before I had no idea about the areas
seedy under current but I didn't mind, didn't get mad, I just thanked them
for their kind offer but declined them gracefully and they drove off
happily in search of another target.

   My house was in darkness, of course it was, my father was working away
and my mother was working a second shift, cleaning the local council
offices.  I went straight to my room, I stripped off totally and sat on my
bed trying to see the sudden change to my magic button but I couldn't see
far enough below my belly, I needed a mirror or something, I jumped off my
bed and went through to the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with my
father's shaving mirror in my hand, I stopped short of my bed, there was a
fluorescent yellow stripe about six inches long on my bottom sheet.  I
sniffed the stain, it smelled vaguely of hospital disinfectant.  I'd have
to wash my sheets sooner than I'd planned.  I placed the mirror on my bed
and opened my legs as wide as I could, my secret little button was no
secret any more, it looked like an underdeveloped cock standing out from my
body.  The mirror explained the yellow staining on my bed too, a ring of
cream was all around my anal muscle and what should have been a tight ring
of muscle was now an open hole.

   I pinched and rubbed my clitty for thirty seconds and collapsed on my
bed gasping through my climax, my clitoris had looked red, swollen and sore
in the mirror but it had felt wonderful when I treated it roughly.  I
wondered just how long it would take for the effect of the sparkler joint
to wear off and for my clitoris to hide back under its hood but for now I
was enjoying the fact that I could orgasm in just a second or two by
pinching and rubbing my elongated toy like a boy.

   The mad buzzing in my head and the tingling between my legs kept me
awake all night, at four o'clock in the morning I heard a car pull up in
front of my house.  I jumped off of my bed and went to the bedroom window.
Because it was so warm all of the upstairs windows were open, I pulled my
curtains open a little to look out.  I saw my mother in the front
passenger's seat of the car, she leaned over and kissed the driver before
getting out of the car, a silver Volvo estate with sign writing on the
side, 'City Cleaning Services' emblazoned in red.  My mother closed the
door and as she turned to leave the driver jumped out too, "Invite me in
for a tea, coffee or perhaps a little f..."

   My mother stopped him, "Nigel, I told you already that my daughter was
home, you will have to wait until Monday when she's at school."

   "Come on Victoria, you know that you're as desperate as me, your old man
has already been away for more than a week and what is he doing?  He's
driving at fifteen miles an hour down to southern Spain and then back again
empty but still only allowed to do fifteen miles an hour, you'll be lucky
to see him in five weeks time if everything goes well.  Come on, my mate
Vlad has hooked me up with some gear, special shit that he calls Viagra in
a ciggy, I really wanted to try it out on you."

   "I told you already, you can't cum in my pussy without a condom because
I'm in my danger period and I won't suck you all the way because the taste
of semen makes me vomit violently."

   Nigel dipped his hand into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a tube of
cream, the case of the tube was bright yellow, just the same shade as the
smudge on my bottom sheet and the ring of thick ointment that I'd wiped
from around my anal muscle a few hours earlier.

   "My man Vlad set me up with this stuff as well, the latest thing on the
street, I can open up your bum and it'll hardly hurt at all...come on, you
know that you're as horny as me, I promise I'll be as quiet as a mouse, we
won't wake your kid if we're careful!"

   Nigel kissed my mother and rubbed his hand down over her pussy, I could
see everything from my vantage point in my bedroom, I saw Nigel open the
bottom few buttons of my mother's uniform dress and he slipped his hand
inside, I watched as Nigel brought her off standing by our front gate and
as she shuddered through a petite orgasm he said, "Come on, let me come in
with you." But my mother still refused.

   Nigel took a slightly different tack, he stepped away from her and took
a handmade cigarette from his jacket pocket, "At least share this with me."
He said as he lit the cigarette and took a lung full, I watched the orange
flair and then a single blue flash went off in the heart of the orange tip.
I'd expected my mother to refuse the joint when Nigel offered it to her the
way that I did at first earlier but she didn't, she took her turn greedily
and sucked so hard that the heat generated set off three blue flashes.

   I wasn't well up on the drugs scene but I'd never heard of a cannabis
joint that flashed blue before tonight so it must have been a very recent
addition to the drug dealer's arsenal and it seemed to be spreading fast.
As my mother held her lungs full of smoke, the grey cannabis smoke and the
more blue smoke from the burning blue crystals that had been added into the
drug filled cigarette, Nigel filled his lungs all over again, a single blue
flash his reward.  My mother took two more draws from the spliff generating
just one final blue spark.  Nigel had three more goes before flicking the
tab into the gutter.  I'd expected Nigel to start begging my mother to
allow him to come into the house with her again but while his lungs were
still full of smoke my mother took his hand and dragged him along the path
behind her, all the way to our front door.

   They didn't hang around downstairs, my mother towed him straight up to
her bedroom, I heard a clunk as Nigel tried to close my mother's bedroom
door, "We can't close it, when all the bedroom windows are open my door
rattles in the breeze."

   It took less than thirty seconds before I heard my mother gasp and then
sigh, I opened my bedroom door and crossed the hall, Nigel and my mother
were both naked, she was on her bed, on her back and Nigel was fucking her
in the missionary position with my mother repeating over and over not to
cum in her pussy.

   Even though the bedroom light was off I could still see everything that
was going on clearly because her bedroom curtains were wide open and the
streetlights outside our house were spotlighting her bed perfectly.  He
fucked her for fifteen minutes before pulling out and rolling her onto her
stomach, he reached for the bright yellow tube that his drug dealer had
sold him and he squirted a small blob onto the tip of his middle finger, my
mother raised herself onto her hands and knees for Nigel to get better
access to her bum.  I had the perfect view as Nigel parted my mother's bum
cheeks, her anal muscle was just a tight brown full stop in a sea of pink
until Nigel painted it yellow.

   "This could hurt a little until the cream has chance to work!"

   He lined the tip of his finger on the small brown dot of her arse hole
and pushed all of his finger up in one go.

   "Did that hurt?"

   "No, just felt a little uncomfortable at first."

   "Vlad told me that after I open the door I should paint the hallway
before going in."

   I watched as Nigel placed the tube of cream against my mother's anus and
he squeezed a little of the cream directly into her brown hole.  He used
his index and middle fingers together to roll the yellow paint up my
mother's back passage and when he pulled his fingers out there was a ring
of yellow all around her anal opening just the way I'd seen earlier on my
own bum-hole, Nigel and the man I'd sucked off earlier obviously used the
same drug dealer.  Nigel gathered that yellow ring on his cockhead and then
pressed down, sinking his cock into my mother's virgin arse, seemingly
without pain.

   "I should have climaxed by now as you're so tight back here but I think
the painkiller built into the cream has desensitised my cock a little."

   My mother looked over her shoulder at him and said, "It's not like we're
in a hurry or anything, just enjoy yourself!"

   Nigel went a little crazy and fucked my mother like a steam hammer about
to blow a gasket.  Mum lost the strength in her arms and her face crashed
into her pillow as she shuddered through a massive climax, she jerked
through orgasm after orgasm until he finally climaxed in her arse.

   He had made a massive show of his orgasm but he didn't even slow down,
he was over the moon that even though he'd climaxed his cock hadn't
softened one little bit, he just kept right on fucking with his semen
pumping out of my mother's bum as his cock slipped in and out.  I actually
started to get very bored and was slipping back to my own bedroom when he
suddenly jumped off my mother's back, "I'm going for a piss and to wash my
dick and then I want you to suck my cock!"

   "I told you already that I don't like sucking cocks all the way because
the taste of spunk makes me sick."

   "If you give me a little suck, after that, I'll use a condom and fuck
you properly."

   My door closed a moment before Nigel bounced out of my mother bedroom, I
pressed my ear to the door and listened to the sound of him pissing from a
great height, then the flush and the sound of water running in the sink
before he left the bathroom, I expected to hear him walk back to my
mother's bedroom but I heard him open the spare bedroom door instead, he
closed it just a second later.  I was confused momentarily but as his
footsteps got closer I realised that he was looking for me and I flipped
the latch to lock my door just as he turned my door knob and rattled my
door.

   I heard a slight knocking at my door and then my mother's voice, "What
are you doing out there, I'm ready to suck your cock but only if you
promise not to try and get off in my mouth and then you make good on your
promise to fuck me with a condom on!"

   It was six o'clock in the morning as I slipped into bed, my mum and her
boss had already been fucking for close to two hours and he was about to
start all over again with a blow job, fortunately, the boredom of watching
them fuck for so long did the trick for me and sent me straight to sleep. I
was so tired that I was sure that I would sleep the day through as my eyes
finally closed.

   *** I woke to loud knocking at the front door, I looked out, Frank was
in the front garden looking up at both bedroom windows at the front of the
house, I looked at my wristwatch, it was eight o'clock in the morning. 
Frank looked up at me, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat, "Finally, it's
only taken me four attempts to find your house!"

   "I'll bet that you're popular with my neighbours, what the hell are you
doing here in the middle of the night?"

   Frank laughed, "Come on, it's eight o'clock, we're going to play
football on the park."

   I cursed myself for not just crossing the road the previous night as I'd
done every time I'd seen Frank and his mates on the street together at
night during the previous six months, I certainly had a far less eventful
and quiet time back then.  I checked myself out in the mirror, I'd gone to
sleep in a long T-shirt with no knickers on, I rubbed my hand between my
legs and my knees went weak again as I caught my still erect clitoris.  I
quickly pulled on a clean pair of my usual unisex pants when not at school.
The T-shirt looked far too much like a nighty so as soon as I left my
bedroom I crossed to my mother's bedroom, I grabbed my father's dressing
gown off the back of the door, the knocking at the front door had woken mum
and Nigel and they had started fucking all over again.  I got a guilty look
off of my mother but I ran for the stairs before anything could be said.

   I opened the front door and Frank looked like he was really happy to see
me, his welcome was just short of wagging his tail and running around in
circles, "Come on, get changed, get your boots on."

   "Frank, I don't play football!"

   Frank looked crestfallen, "What...what do you mean, don't play football,
even Wogs play football!"

   "I suffer from Asthma, if I run about like a loon I'd kill myself."

   "Well, come and watch the rest of us at least, you could take a turn in
goal if you like."

   "I'll come for a little while but I have tons of stuff to do today."

   "Well, go and get changed then, put trainers on, even asthmatics have
trainers."

   I invited Frank into the living room to wait, he looked above his head
at the sounds of sex coming from above in my mother's bedroom, "You said
that your dad was working away for a month at least..." I nodded my head,
"...so who's your mother..."

   I interrupted him, "Dancing with!"

   "...yes, dancing with."

   "Her boss from the cleaning company."

   I turned the TV on to drown out the sounds of fucking coming from above
and ran up to change in my bedroom.  Mum and Nigel were still fucking like
rabbits as I passed her door.  When I finished changing into shorts and a
T-shirt and put my trainers on to walk down stairs only Nigel was in my
mum's bedroom.  I ran down the stairs just in time to hear my mother say,
"Who was at the front door darling?"

   Frank replied, "Only me love."

   I don't know who was more shocked, my mother at finding a boy waiting
for me in our living room or Frank having my naked mother walk in on him.
"I'm going to the park for a couple of hours, see you later."

   Mother headed back up to her bedroom and I walked in to the living room,
Frank was hard as a rock in his shorts.  I was ready to go but Frank
couldn't go out in public with a tent pole in his shorts and as soon as my
mother got back in her bedroom she and Nigel just started fucking all over
again.

   "Would you like a little privacy to get rid of that bone in your pants?"

   Frank grinned at me and shook his head, "Not after last night mate, I
don't mind you seeing me do it."

   I sat opposite Frank and watched him pull the front of his shorts down
and start to rub his cock with me looking straight at him.  "Pity I
couldn't smuggle my dad's book out, would be nice to listen to the second
instalment of that hot story."

   It was my turn now to smile inwardly as I picked right up from where I
left off in the story the day before, Frank stopped rubbing momentarily as
he tried to work out if I was being on the level with him, then he grinned
and set off rubbing all over again.  It was actually quite sweet watching
Frank acting so naturally in my living room and as he erupted I was on hand
to pass him some tissues.

   We went to the park and I had fun watching the guys playing their
version of football, I doubted that they even needed a ball to play their
own version of the popular game as most of the time they seemed to be
kicking each other rather than the ball.  After an hour of running around
Simon hoofed the ball high into the sky, the wind caught the lightweight
PVC ball and sent it sailing over the fence and into the path at a thousand
ton lorry.  I turned my head in horror as the ball disappeared under the
wheel and was instantly compressed back into the oil that it had come from.

   Half the boys wanted to hang out by the river, some went home to change
out of their football kit and once again Frank and I were left alone on the
park.  We ended up walking towards the shops, I looked up at the windows,,
the first floor above the shops had a small window, then two large windows
and two more small windows.  The third small window had a red light on the
window sill and next to the light a woman dressed in a skimpy, see through
nighty looking out.  She waved at Frank and me, l smiled and waved back at
her, Frank gave me a funny look before he reluctantly crossed the road and
headed down the driveway to the rear of the building.

   Jenny opened the door for us, her nighty was totally see through, I
could clearly see two bull's-eyes but just a pink gash where her pussy hair
should have been, it looked like dot-dash-dot or the letter 'R' in Morse
Code.  Jenny gathered me in her arms and pulled me into her body in an
exaggerated embrace, kissing my cheek and welcoming me into her house. 
"Frankie never usually brings his friends home...so who are you my dear?"

   "I'm Vic Mrs..."

   I was cut short, "Please call me Jenny, makes me feel old when people
call me misses!"

   "...my name is Vic, Jenny."

   "Pleased to meet you Victor, I'm always telling my Frankie he should
bring more of his friends home for a visit."

   "He's Vic mum, not Victor."

   Jenny looked confused but her confusion was cut short by a knock at the
back door.  Jenny rushed over to the door, held a whispered conversation
with a well-dressed man on her doorstep before inviting him in, "Go
straight ahead, straight into my room, I'll be right with you!"

   Jenny smiled at me and then suggested that Frank should take me up to
his bedroom to play.  I looked through, into Jenny's office, as the door
closed slowly I saw her turn the red lamp off in her window and she
gathered the man in her arms and kissed him passionately until they had
total privacy.

   Frank went ahead of me down the passageway, passed the living room door,
once again it was closed, we went up to Frank's bedroom and he flopped down
onto his bed, once again Frank had an erection tenting the front of his
trousers out.

   "Frank, did you grow that because of what your mum and that old guy are
doing together?"

   Frank blushed a deep red, "No, I grew this when I saw the way that my
mother was rubbing her fanny against your cock, I expected you to cop a
feel while she was hugging you...  she'll let you fuck her when that old
git finishes fucking her...before I was twelve years old, I was told by my
mother never to bring my friends home and on my twelfth birthday she told
me that if any of my friends were stressed out that I should bring them
home and she'd look after their problems for free."

   "What did she mean by stressed out?"

   Frank looked at me like I was a half whit, "She meant horny, if any of
my friends had been horny, she would have let them fuck her for free!"

   "Wow, that sounds very public spirited of her!"

   "Not really, every whore in the town will give a school boy his first
fuck for free, get him hooked and he'll keep running back whenever he has
the price of a fuck."

   I didn't know what a prostitute would charge for her various services
but I'd earned fifteen quid for sucking a man's cock and had been offered
another thirty to let the older man fuck my bum, I guessed that being a
pro, Jenny probably charged more, I wasn't sure but Jenny was probably in a
union or something that set standard charges for customers to pay.

   I'd been silent for so long as I mulled things over in my head that
Frank was once again looking at me like there was something wrong with me,
"You're not going to ask me if you can get a free fuck are you?"

   I shook my head, "Good God Frank...no way, I was just wondering where
your father is while your mum is working?"

   "He's in the living room watching her, they have two cameras mounted on
the wall in there and if my dad is out the cameras are on permanent record,
that's why I stopped you going in yesterday."

   I looked round the room, the little desk at the side of Frank's bed had
a pile of books on it that weren't there last night when I left.  "What are
you doing Frank?  Homework or something!"

   "I was trying, maths is just so hard these days!"

   I picked up his maths homework, his class had obviously moved over to
functional skills rather than ordinary mathematics.  Usually a sign that
the students were seriously failing in maths, it meant that the school had
stopped trying to teach maths as an academic subject and moved to teaching
them how to function in the outside world after school ended and they
started work in a few years time.

   I opened the maths work book and read the first question, it went around
the houses a little but the basic question was if it took a man with a
shovel eight hours to dig a hole that was a cubic metre, how long would it
take two men.

   "Have you answered the first question?"

   "Well, it doesn't really make sense to me, I've read it four times so
far."

   I got a sheet of scrap paper and encouraged him to write out a simple
sum based on what he was reading.  It was a little like pulling teeth but
eventually he isolated the important parts of the story, he grinned at me
and said "Four hours."

   As Frank was reading through the second question and trying to do the
same as I'd mentioned for question one I heard a door open below, the
sounds of talking moving across the kitchen, the back door open, a sound of
kissing from under Frank's open bedroom window, the back door close and
then another door open.  I leaned over Frank's shoulder, "Where did that
eight come from?"

   Frank ran his finger along the line of text, "Here!"

   "No, that says eighth, not eight Frank."

   I tuned back into the sounds from below again, the door that Jenny
opened must have been the living room and Jenny was talking to Frank's
father, "Did you watch that?"

   "Yes."

   "Was the sound quality good?"

   "Fine!"

   "Drop a copy down onto DVD, he was saying things that my brother might
be able to use, usual thing, use your toys to hide my face and change the
colours of my room, just in case Sid needs to confront the guy with the
evidence to grease the wheels."

   "Was he important then?"

   "Only the chair of Wellingborough District Council's planning committee,
that's all!"

   "I'll get on it right now."

   Frank had resolved the maths question out of the second block of text
and once I'd agreed that he had worked out the salient points and had
written the sum in the right away he started to work out the answer.  We
were working on the third question, 'If a cement mixer takes three tons of
cement powder, six tons of stones and nine tons of sand to fill it, what is
the ratio of sand to stone and cement?'

   I was just explaining what ratio meant when Jenny cleared her throat,
"Will you be staying for lunch Vic?"

   I looked over at her, her lipstick had worn off and her hair was a mess,
she didn't look as sexy as she did when I first arrived.  She smiled at me
as I ran through her question in my head, "Thanks Jenny but I have to go
very soon, I've got a ton of stuff to do this afternoon."

   "Well I have to say Vic, it's lovely to finally see one of Frank's
friends around the house, pity Frank doesn't keep his bedroom a little
cleaner, especially if he's going to bring friends around."

   Jenny started to walk away but stopped just past Frank's door, "Oh
Frank, I need you to run an errand over to your uncle Sid's, take Vic with
you, I'm sure that your uncle Sid would love to meet him!"

   She finally left us alone again, Frank was still working through his
workbook.  I'd been looking at Frank as Sid's name was mentioned and saw
Frank visibly stiffen at the mention of Sid's name.  I thought I'd try to
lighten things up a little by saying, "Frank, your mum is right, a farmer
wouldn't be allowed to keep pigs in this much mess."

   Frank ignored my comments, waved me off because he was just getting into
his swing with his workbook and as he got more used to the way he had to
work things out he stopped asking me questions and just got on with it.  I
picked up a T-shirt from the floor.  I sniffed at the arm pits, it wreaked
of musk, dirty but I didn't find it unpleasant, just dirty so I threw the
shirt onto the floor in the doorway.

   "What the hell are you doing Vic?"

   "You just get on with your homework, I'm just tidying your room up a
little before I have to go home."

   Frank had really picked up the point of functional maths and was on a
roll, he finished twenty questions instead of the ten he'd been asked to do
and while he worked diligently I finished sorting his clean clothes from
his dirty ones, the clean ones I'd dumped on his bed as I went along and
was folding as he closed his workbook.  "Where do your T-shirts live?"

   Frank opened a drawer and I slipped his shirts in one, underpants in
another and socks in a third.  I'd uncovered three dinner plates, two mugs
and a glass tumbler under the piles of clothes.  "You carry your dirty
clothes down Frank and I'll bring the dishes."

   Frank led the way to the kitchen and when he stood in front of the
washing machine he suddenly looked lost, he just stood there with his
clothes in his arms.  "Dump them on the floor, sort the lights and whites
to one side and the dark coloured clothes to the other!".  Frank got the
piles mostly right, I picked a light blue shirt from the dark pile and
dropped it on the light pile.

   I looked at Frank, he just stood looking at the two piles of dirty
clothes, "Now what are you going to do Frank?"

   He shrugged his shoulders, "Which of the two piles is the biggest?"

   Frank looked from one pile to the other and back before pointing at the
whites and lights pile.  "Okay then, dump them all in the machine."

   I pressed my hand down on top of the pile, the drum was only about half
full, I looked over at Jenny who was standing in her office doorway looking
on with interest as I taught Frank how to wash his clothes, "Do you have
any other whites that need washing Jenny?"

   She had been impressed at my teaching her son how to wash his own
clothes but when I added in hers and her husband's clothes into the mix as
well she was way more than impressed, she fetched the laundry hamper from
the bathroom and I dumped that on the floor next to the pile of darks.  I
pressured Frank into sorting his parents washing the way he'd done his own
and once again the lights were dumped into the machine.

   Jenny had to point to the cupboard where the detergent was stored, I
found the soap tablets for whites and checked the box, Jenny had her
machine set for a sixty degree wash but the tablets called for a thirty
degree wash so I altered the settings, decreased the temperature but
increased the spin speed.  Before I left I told Frank to hang the washing
out when it was finished and I also told him which detergent to use for the
coloured clothes, where to put the tablets and how to change the
temperature to the right setting for the coloured wash.