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sample japanesse rape "japanesserape" story: Coach Sharver wanted me on the golf team, and the last few weeks
of the school year got to be pretty hectic. With all the extracurricular
activities I was into, it was getting difficult to keep my grades up,
but somehow I managed it. I did come to one conclusion, however. If I
was going to be in the Junior Actors Guild, the Chess Club (in which I'd
advanced to Second Board on the Chess Team), and sports on top of it, I
was going to go to summer school to try and pick up one of the next
year's courses, so that I wouldn't have to suffer a full load. My folks
were surprised at the reasoned proposition which I presented to them,
but I had been a "model son" (as far as they knew) and they had no
objection. I heard Dad remark to Mom one time, "This kid plans his time
with a stopwatch!"
So that summer I found myself in Junior World Geography. The class
was composed mostly of kids that didn't make the grade the previous
year. George Hafni was once exception -- he was a shrewd dude, but he'd
been sick a lot in the past year. I was able to relate to him, and the
class was bearable.
The little two-hole golf course the school had out back was also
still available, of course, and I spent time there practicing my strokes
(the ones we can do in public), and on occasion I would spend time in
the library.
As the summer dragged on, I found myself spending even MORE time in
the library. And I wasn't checking out books as much as I was checking
out Miss Fuller. And, of course, my problem with wet dreams had long
since returned with a vengeance.
Now, I wondered, HOW could I get Miss Fuller into the girls'
showers where she could model her mammoth mammaries in view of the
voyeur's vent? .
End of Volume 1 -- March l988
I was 16, a magical age. My best friend, Paul, was spending the summer
with his father and had given me his paper route while he was gone.
It had taken me a couple of days to collect from all his customers and
I was dropping off the receipts with his mother, Shelly.
She was a good-looking woman in her mid-30's. I'd know her and Paul
for quite some time and was on a first name basis with her...continue -> rape paysites |
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