It was a cold and dreary Monday. Two months had passed since Holly moved away. It was difficult to imagine how infatuated I had become with a girl I had known for such a short time, but Holly Martin was no ordinary girl. I guess that’s what made losing her so painful. Eventually, I became acclimated to my new surroundings. My classes were harder than I expected. Being a freshman and an outsider quite naturally placed me in the lowest rank of the social pecking order. In the cafeteria, I sat with the no-bodies who no one knew or wanted to know. Fortunately, there were extracurricular activities to compensate for the monotony of the classroom. I hurried down the hall to my fourth-period class. I slid into my chair just as the bell rang. My math teacher, Mrs. Peta, rose from her desk holding a stack of papers in the crook of her arm.
“Good morning class, we’re going to begin today’s session with a pop quiz. The test must be completed in pencil. So please make sure you have one ready. Do not pick up your tests until you are instructed to do so.”
She began walking down the aisle placing a mimeographed test copy face down on each desk as she passed. She finished handing out the copies and returned to the front of the room. As I unzipped my folder to retrieve my pencil, it unexpectedly fell out and rolled across my desk onto the floor. It came to rest across the aisle where a girl was sitting. Not just any girl, but Glenda Roth the girl who happened to possess the greatest pair of legs of any girl in the entire school. Although we sat only a few feet apart for an hour each day, we had never spoken to each other. All I knew about her other than her name, was that she was a member of the social crowd, the type of girl the football hero takes to the prom in his rich daddy’s Oldsmobile. Suddenly, I was faced with a dilemma. To reach my pencil, I would have to get down on my knees next to her desk. I thought about just leaving it there, but it was the only pencil I had brought to class. Ordinarily, I would have simply asked her if she would please pick it up and hand it back to me, but if Mrs. Peta caught us talking for whatever reason, it might well have resulted in both of us having our test papers confiscated. I assessed the situation and contemplated my next move. She was sitting with her head and legs pointing straight forward. I figured I could scoot across the aisle quickly and pick it up without much notice. I waited ’til I was reasonably sure she was preoccupied and made my move. I quickly rose from my seat and moved across the aisle. I kneeled down quickly and reached under her desk. I was on the verge of success when my jittery fingertips accidentally bumped the pencil causing it to roll farther away. It came to rest against her shoe. Now I had two options. I could reach farther under her desk almost certain to be seen, or return to my seat. I decided on the latter. Unfortunately my decision came too late. My presence had already been discovered. Glenda turned and looked down where I was crouched, a maneuver that caused the hem of her skirt to align precisely at the level of my forehead. Her knees were spread apart allowing an unobstructed view all the way up her skirt to the lace trimmed straps of her garter belt. I knelt there totally mesmerized by the astonishing view of her nylon-banded milky white thighs. I almost swooned with rapture at being presented with such an overwhelming visual delight. My carnal thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her voice.
“What on earth are you doing down there?”
“I –uh- I dropped my pencil, it rolled under your desk. I was trying to reach it.”
She obviously became aware of the view she was providing and quickly drew her knees together. She located my pencil with the toe of her shoe and kicked it out from under her desk.
“There it is, It looks like the tip is broken. It will probably need to be re-sharpened.”
Just then Mrs. Peta spoke from her desk.
“What is the commotion over there? I can hear talking. If I catch anyone talking, they will automatically receive an “F” grade on their test.”
I picked up my pencil and quickly returned to my seat. Mrs. Peta readdressed the class.
“You may now turn your tests over and begin. When you’re finished, turn them back over and leave them on your desks. Do not bring them up here. Someone will come around later to collect them.”
I picked up my copy and looked it over. It was comprised of twenty algebra equations. I started in. The first few were fairly easy, but toward the end, I had to struggle. The last two I gave up on completely and left unsolved. I flipped the test upside down as I had been instructed. I yawned and stretched my legs as far forward as I could under my cramped desk wishing I’d brought a book to read from the library. The bell finally rang. I was starving. I threw my books in the bottom of my locker and joined the rush to the cafeteria. I picked up a tray and made my way to the end of the line. As I was standing there waiting to be served, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around. There was a guy with a crew cut wearing a V-neck sweater standing behind me.
“Hey buddy,” he said. “You don’t happen to have a paper clip by any chance, do you?”
“I don’t think so; let me look”
I let my tray rest on the railing and checked my pockets. All I found was a small amount of change, a rubber band, and some lint.
“Nope, sure don’t, sorry.”
I was beginning to wonder if I was being played for a sucker.
“What do you need it for?”
“I lost the key to my locker; I could pick the lock with a paper clip if I had one. A buddy of mine at camp showed me how. It’s easy if you bend it right.”
“Well, sorry, I can’t be of any help.”
“Okay, thanks anyway. Maybe I can find one somewhere after lunch.”
The line moved forward. I received my portion of baked egg-plant and sides. I picked up my milk carton and headed for an empty table. The guy behind me followed me over.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked.
“No, help yourself.”
He placed his tray on the table across from me and sat down.
“My name’s Doug Weaver, what’s yours?”
I picked up my milk carton off my tray and opened it.
“How do you like Franklin by now?” he asked.
“Okay, I guess. I was expecting to go to Belmont, but my parents moved over the summer. I guess the teachers are pretty much the same no matter where you go.”
“Yeah, there are a few nice ones and a couple of real assholes. Are you going out for sports?”
“No, are you?”
“I’m trying out for wrestling. We’d probably be in the same weight class. Why don’t you give it a try?”
“Yeah, I might.”
My answer was more a gesture of appeasement than an indication of interest.
“Well, if you decide to, the coach is having orientation in the gym this Friday after school.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll think about it.”
I stirred my fork around in my casserole trying to get up enough courage to take a mouthful.
“Man, it sure is tough meeting girls in this place,” Doug said. “All the good ones are going steady. All that’s left are Fido’s. I know they can’t all be prom queens, but hairy armpits just don’t do it for me.”
I stopped the motion of my fork halfway to my mouth and set it back down.
“I’m really starting to get horny,” he continued, “I could sure use some bare-ass nookie.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I admittedly had never had any bare nookie, but I didn’t want to give the impression of being a total dork.
I was somewhat taken aback by Doug’s brashness, however I didn’t regard his overall demeanor as being obnoxious. Suddenly, Doug stopped eating and threw down his fork.
“I wouldn’t let my dog eat this crap.”
“Yeah” I agreed. “Creamed spinach never was on my list of favorites.”
“Hey, I’ve got an idea. There’s a burger joint across the street where all the cool kids hang out. What do you say we go there for lunch tomorrow?”
I wasn’t sure whether to agree or not. I had just met this guy. I didn’t know anything about him. Anyway, it seemed like I’d be breaking some kind of a taboo by not eating in the school cafeteria.
“I don’t think so Doug; we don’t have any idea how fast the service is in there. I’d rather go there sometime when we can relax.”
“Okay, then. Why don’t we meet there after school?”
Just then, the warning bell rang Doug picked up his tray;
“Ok gotta go.”
“Okay Doug; catch you later.”
I took my tray to the disposal area and left. As the day went on, I mulled over the question of whether or not to meet this Doug guy after school. Doug seemed likable. He didn’t come off as being a troublemaker or a hood, so I guessed it wouldn’t hurt. After all, I surmised, friendships have to start somewhere. If Doug turned out to be someone I didn’t care to associate with, I could always break it off.
After I had finished my last class of the day, I went across the street to the diner. I spotted Doug sitting at a booth by himself. I went over and took a seat facing him.
“Hey! Glad to see you made it,” Doug said. “Man, this place is cool. Look at the chicks in here.”
Just then the waitress came by. She focused her attention on Doug.
“May I take your order?” she asked.
“I’ll have a pine float,” Doug replied.
“Oh! Now that’s original,” the waitress said rolling her eyes. “A toothpick in a glass of water. I wish I had a quarter for every time I’ve heard that one. Now, I’ll ask you once more, what would you like to order?”
“Okay, I’ll have a Coke.”
She turned toward me.
“Just so you know before you even ask; there are no fur burgers on our menu.”
“Just bring me a Coke also.”
As I sat there looking around, my feelings of apprehension began to dissolve. The more acquainted Doug and I became the more relaxed and at ease, I felt in his company. After a while I began to sense a new untapped power blossoming within me. It seemed as though my entire persona was being altered. My lack of self-confidence was temporarily pushed aside, replaced with an unaccustomed air of boldness. I knew at last what it felt like to be cool. As we sat there sipping our Cokes. I continued my visual exploration around the room. A couple of girls in cheerleader outfits were dancing in front of the jukebox. I glanced across the aisle. Two girls were sitting in a booth by themselves drinking sodas. One of them had sandy-brown hair done up in a ponytail. The other girl was a brunette. They were both wearing full skirts so I couldn’t get a good view of their legs but from what I could tell they met the criteria for pickup material. While I was eying them, they appeared to be checking Doug and me out also trying not to appear obvious. They looked over at our table and quickly turned back facing each other and started to giggle. I looked at Doug.
“I wonder what they think is so funny?”
“Who knows, they’re probably a couple of ‘PT’s.’ Watch this.”
He reached across the table and pulled an unused straw out of the straw holder. He carefully tore the top off one end of the wrapper and slid it down slightly below the top of the straw and twisted the bottom. He turned toward the girl’s booth and blew into the straw shooting the wrapper across the aisle. It landed in the brown-haired girl’s hair. She reached up and plucked it out; looking around to see where it came from. We sat there nonchalantly sipping our Cokes.
“Okay who did that?” The brown-haired girl asked.
“Not me.” I said, raising my hands in a defensive posture.
“It must have been you then,” she said looking straight at Doug.
“No! Not you, your shadow!”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to hit you, I was just trying to get your attention.”
“Well, you’ve got it! So now what?”
“I’d like to get to know you. Why don’t you come over here, so we can talk?”
“Oh yeah? What do you want to talk about?”
“Oh, I don’t know, come over here and sit in my lap and we’ll talk about the first thing that comes up.”
Doug’s innuendo evidently totally escaped her grasp or else she simply chose to ignore it. She glanced momentarily at the girl sitting in the booth across from her.
“We’re not gonna get up and walk over there. If you want to meet us, you’ll have to come over here.”
Now that Doug had succeeded in making a connection, we picked up our Cokes and went over. The initial rapport between Doug and the brown-haired girl had presumptively established the seating arrangement. I placed my drink on the table and slid into the booth next to the brunette.
“Hi,” I’m Bob Million; what’s your name?”
“Vickie” That’s my girlfriend, Charlene,” she said nodding toward the girl sitting next to Doug.
“I assume the two of you are students at Franklin. What grade are you in?”
“Char and I both are freshmen.”
“So how do you like school?”
“Well, being a freshman isn’t much fun, but next year I’m going to try to make the cheerleading squad.”
“What about you? Are you into sports?”
“I’m considering trying out for football.”
I was lying through my teeth, but I wanted to impress her.
Suddenly there was a commotion. People started running toward the entrance.
“There’s a fight outside!” someone yelled.
A big, burly guy came out of the kitchen wiping his hands on the front of his greasy apron. He headed out the door.
“I’ve gotta see this;” Doug exclaimed.
“Me too,” Charlene added.
They both got to their feet and followed the crowd outside.
“Don’t you want to see the fight?” Vickie asked.
“No. I don’t like fighting.”
“Me neither, I try to find a non- violent solution.”
“And if that doesn’t work?”
“Then with a kick in the shin let the hair pulling begin.”
The skirmish was apparently short-lived. The crowd came filtering back in. Charlene and Doug came back to the table. Doug stepped aside to let Charlene slide into the booth; she hesitated.
“I’m afraid Vickie and I have to get going.”
She looked at Vickie.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m afraid so,” Charlene replied. “Our moms will be wondering why we’re late getting home.”
“Well, can we get together with you girls again sometime?”
“Yeah, I guess so; maybe we could double for a movie.”
“All right with you Vickie?”
“Yeah, I’d love to go to the drive-in.”
My heart began to sink.
“Well, uh, neither of us has a car,” I said.
I felt certain my revelation would be the end of our brief association.
“Oh, rats!” Charlene said, “We can’t go to the drive-in without a car.”
Just as I was certain we were doomed, Vickie spoke.
“Wait; I have an idea. My mom goes to her bridge club on Thursdays. We could all meet here. You guys could ride the bus with us to my house and we could listen to records and stuff.”
My spirits were instantly renewed. I wasn’t sure what Vickie meant by “and stuff” but I hoped her meaning was synonymous with my interpretation.
“Sounds great,” I replied. “We’ll meet you both here next Thursday after school then.”
We all stood up. The girls picked up their purses and headed for the exit. Now all I needed was an excuse to tell Mom. After the girls had left, Doug and I bid each other farewell and went our separate ways. I was in a great mood. My social life was definitely looking up.
During the next few days, I worked on my alibi. It was a long, uneventful week. Thursday finally arrived. I met Doug by my locker after my last class of the day.
“Hey Doug, All set?”
“Yep; did you have any trouble explaining why you’d be late getting home?”
“No. I told my mom I was invited to a recruitment meeting for drama club.”
“And she bought it? Maybe you should try acting.”
“What about you? Any problems?”
“Heck no. It’s just my mom and me. She doesn’t know when I have wrestling practice.”
We exited the school and headed for the diner.
“What if they stood us up?” I asked as we crossed the avenue.
“Then, we’ll know for certain they’re a couple of prick teasers,”
We arrived at the diner. We went inside and looked around.
“There they are,” Doug said, “in that booth over in the corner.”
We walked over and joined them. I slid into the booth next to Vickie.
“I see you made it,” she said.
“Yeah, I was hoping you girls would be in here; I was worried you might change your minds.”
Now that I was seeing Vickie for the second time, her features registered more clearly. I was more than pleased with what I saw. To put it mildly, Vickie was a knockout. She was wearing a tight black skirt, mint green blouse, and white bobby sox. She had a green ribbon in her hair that accented her hazel eyes. I could tell immediately she had a lithe, sexy body. Charlene was no slouch either. I was sure Doug thought so too since he was practically drooling over her.
“So, do you want to order something?” I asked.
“No, we’ve both had a couple of Cokes already. Let’s just get going.”
We left the diner and headed to the bus stop. The bus came in no time. We got aboard and found seats in the back. I sat down next to Vickie.
“So where do you live?” I asked. “Is it far?”
“No. It’s just over on Rialto Street.”
We had ridden for about five minutes when Vickie stood up and pulled the stop buzzer cord.
“This is where we get off.”
She left her seat and headed for the exit door. The rest of us followed. The bus pulled up to the stop. We all stepped off the bus and started walking.
“I live in that white house just over there,” Vickie said, pointing to a modest one-story bungalow.
We headed in the direction of her house. Charlene and Doug were holding hands as if they were already a couple. Vickie opened the gate and we proceeded up the walkway. She opened her purse and found the house key and unlocked the door. She opened it slowly and glanced around.
“Mom I’m home,” she announced.
There was no answer.
“Okay,” she said, “come on in.”
We all went in and sat down. I chose a comfortable looking armchair by the window. Doug and Charlene sat down close to each other on the couch and immediately started making out.
“I’ll get us some sodas,” Vickie said. “I’ll be right back.”
“I picked up a copy of Readers Digest off the lamp table and started leafing through it. Vickie was gone for quite a while. When she returned, I saw she had changed into a pair of short shorts and long-tailed blouse. The tails were tied together in a knot just below her breasts. Charlene and Doug paused briefly from their make-out session.
“Why don’t you show Bob some of your cheer routines, Vickie?” Charlene asked.
“Okay” Vickie replied, “but I need to warm up first.”
She went to the center of the room. She raised her arms in the air and spread her legs apart and bent over backward ’til her hands were resting on the floor behind her head, a maneuver that revealed the band of lace trim at the top of her panties. She rose back up.
“You sure are limber,” I remarked.
Vickie stopped her routine. She picked up her soda and took a long swallow. She looked over at Doug and Charlene.
“Hey, you two, you’d better cool it. My mom could come back anytime. Let’s all go down to the basement where we can listen to records. It will give us some advanced warning in case she comes home unexpectedly.”
Charlene and Doug got up and followed her to the stairs leading to the basement and went down the steps. I started to follow, but Vickie stopped me.
“Let’s just stay here for a while and give them some privacy.”
She moved her body forward pinning me against the stairwell railing. Our bodies were sandwiched together on the narrow steps. Soon the soft romantic tones of the Moon Glows wafted up the stairwell. As we stood there kissing, Vickie began moving her hips in a gyrating motion against me. I reached my arms around her. We kissed and rubbed our pelvic areas together. My penis instantly got hard as a brick. I decided to cop a feel of one of her perky ripe young tits. I took my hand and placed it on her breast. She stepped back abruptly.
“Don’t do that,” she said, appearing somewhat annoyed.
I pulled my hand away.
I was confused. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do. She stepped forward and started rubbing her crotch against me again. Apparently, that was all she wanted. It felt great, except that after a while my penis started getting sore from chafing the insides of my denims. Neither of us spoke. Vickie seemed perfectly content to continue rubbing as long as nothing disrupted her concentration. After a while, she stopped and called down the stairs.
“Okay down there break it up. My mom will be coming home soon.”
The music stopped. Charlene and Doug appeared at the foot of the stairs. Doug was stuffing his shirt tail in his pants. Charlene was arranging her skirt and blouse. They climbed the steps and headed to the front room. Vickie ushered Doug and me to the door. Vickie took my hand.
“Thanks for coming; now that you know where I live, you can come over again. Just remember to make it on a Thursday. I’ll make sure Char is here.”
“Okay. We’ll see you two next week then.”
Vickie leaned forward and kissed me.
“Bye Bob, take care.”
Doug and I left and started walking toward the bus stop. I stopped briefly and bent over to tie my shoe.
“So, did you and Charlene do it?” I asked.
“Not, for real, but she let me dry hump her over her panties. What about you? Did you get anything off Vickie?”
“Nah. We were standing up the whole time. I didn’t think to ask if she had a bedroom. She was in charge of the situation. I felt lucky to get what little I got. I think she was afraid of getting caught.”
“Yeah, maybe, or else they’re a couple of virgins. Everybody knows ya gotta practically rape a virgin to get her to put out; anyway just in case we do get lucky, we ought to get some protection. There’s a rubber machine in the restroom at the gas station down the street from my house, give me a quarter and I’ll get you a pack. I’ll bring them to school tomorrow.”
I reached into my pocket and found a quarter and handed it to him.
“Just hold onto them until Thursday, if my parents find them I’ll probably get castrated.”
We reached the stop. We were waiting for separate buses. Mine came first.
“See you tomorrow at school,” I said as I climbed aboard.
“Okay,” Doug replied. “Don’t let yer meat loaf.”
I arrived home and walked in the door.
“Hi Bobby, how did your meeting go?”
“Pretty well,” I lied, “They’re a talented group.”
“So, are you going to be starring in a play?”
“Me a star? No way. There’s a play in the works, but they’re not casting for it yet. We just talked about acting.”
I sensed my mom might become suspicious of my alibi by the ambiguity of my answers to her questions. I figured I would either have to make up a more convincing story or actually attend a drama session. The next day at school I looked at the bulletin board in the hall and discovered that drama club meetings were held on Wednesdays. The following Wednesday after school I headed for the auditorium where the meetings took place. As I entered the area and looked around, I noticed several people on the stage facing one another reading script. At the far end a girl wearing a skimpy dress and white stockings was striking a pose. I searched around for the person in charge. A young woman in a beige knit sweater wearing glasses was sitting alone in the front of the room writing in a notebook. I went over to where she was sitting. I hesitated so as not to disturb her concentration. She apparently sensed my presence and looked up.
“May I help you?”
“Hi, my name is Bob Million.”
“I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance. I’m Patricia Lewis, the class instructor. May I ask what brings you by this evening?”
“I saw your posting on the bulletin board, I thought I’d drop by and see what drama class is all about.”
“Bob Million, did you say? That’s an interesting sir name. You have, no doubt, become tediously bored with trivial comments regarding your financial status.”
“I only wish there was a connection between the two.”
“So, have you previously held an interest in dramatics?”
“No, I can’t say that I have.”
“Well, I’m happy you stopped by; this is basically a class, but since it is considered a non-academic activity, we refer to it as a club. What we do here is study the basics of acting, scenery design, etcetera; basically, anything involving the theater. We also occasionally put on a theatrical presentation when we can secure adequate funding. If you came to audition for a play, I’m afraid there are none currently on our agenda.”
“No, I didn’t come to audition.”
“That’s fine too, we are always happy to welcome new members to our family. Have you done any acting previously?”
“No, I’m sorry I haven’t, aside from portraying a tree in Goldilocks and the Three Bears when I was in second grade; oh, but I did narrate the Christmas play when I was in the seventh grade. I was on the stage for the entire production.”
“Oh, that’s excellent. That certainly qualifies you as a worthwhile addition to our group. Are there any questions you’d like to ask?”
“Only that I see people rehearsing, but you said there is no performance scheduled. It seems somewhat confusing.”
“Oh, yes, that’s understandable. Allow me to explain. When we’re not preparing for any particular production, we conduct faux plays. The individuals you see on stage are not rehearsing any particular part. They’re practicing elocution, stage presence, etcetera. They also practice dance moves as well, as you may have been made aware of by the presence of the young lady on the east end of the stage wearing leotards. I should point out; acting isn’t just memorizing lines. Physical contact between cast members is often routine. A performer is expected to fulfill any and all requirements outlined in the screenplay for the role of the character he has chosen to portray; assuming of course, that the requirements fall within the realm of propriety.”
“So, kissing a girl in a play could actually be required?”
“Certainly; romance is an integral part of the theater, so, presuming that the opportunity to kiss a pretty girl lies at the root of your interest in theatrics, you will be pleased to learn that you are not alone. The interaction between the sexes is a fairly common motivation for aspiring actors and actresses alike.”
“Well, I don’t want to take up any more of your time but I do thank you for enlightening me about the basics of your program.”
“You’re most welcome. I’m pleased that you stopped by. Now, if there are no further questions you wish to ask, I have some pressing matters to attend to. Please feel free to stay awhile and mingle with some of the other members of our group if you so desire.”
Somehow, I didn’t exactly feel like mingling unless it included the possibility of engaging in a robust session of bury the banana with the girl up on the stage prancing around in her underwear.
I met Doug by my locker the next day.
“Hey, Doug, how’s it going?”
“Not bad. What’s up with you? Are you all set for Thursday? If you need protection, I’ve got an extra pack of rubbers.”
“I only wish I did anyway, my mom is starting to get suspicious of my lack of knowledge about drama. I’m thinking about signing up for the class. There are a lot of good-looking chicks in there. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them put out.”
“But isn’t drama club on Wednesday? Your mom thinks drama club is on Thursday. How’s that gonna cover you when we’re with the girls? You’ll lose your alibi.”
“So what? I’m thinking about breaking it off with Vickie anyway.”
“Are you for real? I’ll bet that hot ass of hers could melt a cast iron bicycle seat.
“I don’t care. What difference does it make? She gets me all worked up and when I get home, my dicks too sore to even bop the bishop. All I end up with is aching nuts and a blister on my cock from screwing the inside of my zipper. I’ve never even gotten my fingers wet. She comes on all hot and sexy like she’s some kind of miracle fuck then hangs me out to dry.”
“Wow that’s a bummer; well good luck finding another one like her; there isn’t much better available unless you drive a really cool car. I hope you’ll reconsider. I hate to disrupt our weekly sessions with the girls now. Vickie’s basement is the only place Char and me can go to make out.”
“Well, I haven’t signed up yet. For your sake, we’ll keep things as they are for now. Don’t get me wrong; Vickie has a super-hot body, but I need something more than imagination.”
I was in a very low and melancholy mood. When I arrived home after school Mom was seated at the table in the dining room.
“Make yourself a snack, I’ve got some news to tell you.”
“Nothing bad I hope.”
“No, it’s not bad.”
I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I returned to the dining room. Mom waited for me to pull up a chair and sit down.
“Do you remember that house we looked at a while back over in Rivertown?”
“Yeah, I remember. It was a nice house. Why? Don’t tell me you and Chet bought it?”
“I’m afraid we did. The realtor called this morning, it’s all ours.”
“Oh perfect Mom, just as I was on the verge of establishing myself in the social arena.”
“I’m sorry, I hoped you’d be happy, I thought you didn’t like Franklin.”
“I don’t; I mean I didn’t, but that was before I knew anybody but it’s okay. This time at least, I know I’m headed someplace better. So how soon are we moving? Will I have to change schools in mid-semester?”
“No, the seller has to make repairs first. The closing won’t be for thirty days, by then the semester will be over.”
That seemed okay; the possibility of locating a replacement for Vickie in my present environment seemed remote. I’d be entering new surroundings at Rivertown at a more advanced grade level and at a school as nice as, or possibly even nicer than Belmont. I would still be faced with the challenges of making new friends and having new teachers, but that was something I had grown accustomed to long ago. I was genuinely disheartened by the impending dissolution of my association with Doug. As far as Vickie was concerned, she would just have to find another stooge credulous enough to deal with her prick teasing antics.