Chapter 7

As soon as I got to school Sandra came up to me and put her arm through mine. I grinned at her. “You okay?”

Her answering smile said it all, but she nodded as well. “Yes,” she whispered. She let go of me a few moments later. We didn’t hold hands, but she kept her hand close to mine as we walked in. I think she just didn’t want to advertise that she was with me now, yet still wanted to be close. Well that was okay, I felt exactly the same.

At first break I found Bondy with Talulah, Sandra and Blish at our usual spot. Higgis joined us a few moments later.

“I’ve got to find a couple of female concubines,” Blish was grumbling. “They know I’m gay. Why do I have to have women?”

“The point of the concubines is to have children,” Bondy told him. “You can have a male lover as well, but you should have a woman for children.”

Higgis bumped hands gently with Blish. We all knew, though we hadn’t actually been formally told, that the two were as much a couple as anyone could be when still at school. Both were sponsors so that too was causing them both a lot of grief.

“I’ve still got to choose people as well,” I said, trying to break their depression. “Who do you think I should choose?”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sandra stare at me. I turned my head slightly to look at her and saw a fierce expression on her face, her eyes boring into mine. As usual she was heavily made up, looking scary and hard. I raised my eyebrows very slightly, questioningly. She gave an equally tiny nod. I returned with a tiny smile and a matching nod, and her response was a matching tiny smile. That was it. She had just agreed to be my concubine, I think, and it had taken all of two seconds, if that. Better, no one else had noticed.

Everyone was suggesting names. Most of the suggestions were completely unsuitable and everyone knew they were, but it was a fun five minutes. More importantly though, it gave me a hint on which other girls might have appropriate CAP scores: some of the names put forwards I hadn’t known had a CAP. One name did catch my attention though. Margot Keller. She was one of the girls who played rugby. Attractive, I thought, vaguely sexy, reasonably good looking maybe. And I had an idea she might be interested in me. Whether that was for my CAP or whether for other reasons I didn’t know.

Lunchtime I caught Sandra before she found the others. I think she’d been looking for me as well. “Did you ask what I think you asked?” She asked in a small voice, her eyes wide.

I took her hand and pulled her to a small semi-private alcove. “Will you come with me as my concubine?” I asked softly.

Her answering smile was enough. “Yes,” she whispered, possibly squeaked would be a better word. She flung her arms around my neck and fastened her mouth to mine. I don’t know how long we kissed, but it was a magical time. Eventually though we were brought to Earth with a bump.

“No petting on the school premises!” came a harsh voice.

We leapt apart and turned to see Higgis watching us owlishly. He was a school prefect and he had us bang to rights. We were in deep shit.

“Making you crap yourselves was fun,” he said. “Cos it’s you two I won’t report you.” He looked at Sandra. “I’m guessing he asked you?” he said dryly, more a statement than a question.

“Yes,” Sandra whispered, her face still showing her excitement. I couldn’t help smiling. She was truly beautiful.

“Go to lunch,” Higgis told us, “I’ll meet you shortly. I’ve got to finish my rounds.”

Sandra gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Really. Don’t mention it.”

“Thanks,” I told him. “And can you keep our secret as well please? For now anyway.”

He nodded and turned away, a pleased little smile on his face: he knew something no one else did. We composed ourselves and walked back into the canteen. Glancing at the clock I realised we’d been ‘away’ for only just over five minutes. I checked my watch and confirmed it. I estimated from that that we may have been kissing for only three or maybe four minutes, but it had certainly felt a lot longer.

We got our lunches and went and sat in our usual spot. Bondy was already there, and only moments later Talulah joined us. Higgis and Blish both joined us a few minutes later.

“You a prefect as well Blishy?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Nah. Just waiting for John.” Ah, I thought. John, not Tom.

“Fairy nuff.”

Half way through lunch, Talulah stopped and stared at Sandra. “What have you done?” she asked with a frown. “There’s something different. Have you changed your hair or something?” We all stared at Sandra, even me, even though I thought I knew what Talulah had seen.

Sandra’s eyes flicked briefly to mine then to Talulah’s. Her hand went to her hair. “Nothing,” she said. “Not been to the hair dresser in weeks. I really need to go again.”

“You should let it grow long,” Talulah said, still eyeing her friend suspiciously.

“I want to, but it’s too fine and breaks too easily if it gets too long. That’s how I know it’s time to go.”

“Okay. I’ll see if I can get an appointment for Saturday.”

Once again Sandra’s eyes flicked briefly to mine, and in that quick glance I could see the disappointment in them. She’d already turned her eyes away from me before I had chance to give her any sort of encouragement or sympathy.

I didn’t know it then, but Talulah had seen her friends glance, seen the expression in her eyes, and had already put two and two together and got the correct result. She caught me just as I came out of the changing rooms and was heading to the rugby pitch for games that afternoon. “You hurt her and you’ll have me to answer to,” she told me calmly. It was said in a soft, friendly, tone, but there was a definite glint in her eye.

I didn’t try to deny it.

“I won’t.” I smiled slightly. “And thank you.”

She raised one eyebrow at me. I really wished I could do that.

“Implicitly you are giving me your blessing to date your friend,” I said. “And for that, thank you.”

“She doesn’t need my blessing.”

“No. But she’s been your friend...”

“SIMPSON!”

The rugby master had seen me talking and had got annoyed I wasn’t already on the field. Talulah gave me a wry, amused, look. “Sorry,” I muttered to her and dashed off.

Mr Miley growled at me. “Stop chatting up the girls Simpson, this is not a pickup joint, this is a place of learning.”

“Hence playing rugby in the cold and the rain,” came a murmured, anonymous voice. Everyone chuckled, though most tried not to. It was a male voice, but I didn’t know whose.

“Who said that?” Demanded Mr Miley furiously.

No one answered, everyone looking at the ground.

“Well?”

Still no one answered.

“Right, the lot of you. Run. Far posts and back again. Go.”

He had us doing an hour and a half of exercises. We didn’t even play five minutes of rugby, instead we did all sorts of training exercises, girls in one half, boys in the other, so that we didn’t come into contact. Mr Miley may have been angry, but he wasn’t stupid. I tried to apologise to everyone but they waved it off, unconcerned. “Not your fault,” one muttered. “Been coming for a while now.”

What did irritate us all however, was that ten minutes before the end of school, he sent the girls back in to get changed, but kept the guys working for an extra fifteen minutes. He knew it had been a male voice, so he was punishing us all. No one said anything. We knew damned well that if we did he’d just extend it for another five or ten minutes.

For all that though, after the shower, I felt pretty good.

Sandra was waiting for me outside the changing rooms when we came out again. Most of the girls in the rugby group were also waiting for all of us. I think it was a sign of support and solidarity. Whether intentionally or not, Mr Miley had finally welded us into a team. We got a small round of applause, which we returned. The girls usually finished just over half way through; today even they had been kept until the end of the day. Once again I spotted Margot Keller looking straight at me. She smiled at me, then blushed and turned her head away.

After the mutual ‘love-in’ Sandra caught my arm. “Did you tell Talulah?”

I shook my head. “No. I assumed you had ‘cos she caught me just as I was going onto the rugby pitch and told me not to hurt you, otherwise I would have to deal with her.”

Sandra gave a soft laugh. “She told me exactly the same thing. Not to hurt you otherwise I would have her to deal with.”

We looked at each other and burst into laughter. “Your friend is an absolute loon,” I said.

“She lovely and she’s amazing,” Sandra said softly, her own laughter drying up. “She has so much hurt in her life yet she can protect and support other people. I don’t know how she does it. She’s so strong, but I don’t think she realises just how strong she is.”

I nodded. “She is amazing. And a bit scary.”

Sandra laughed again, this time softer. “She now includes you as one of her very close friends,” I was told. “As far as she is concerned, you are part of her inner circle. It’s almost impossible to get there, but you’ve done it. I think Bondy has as well. Blish and Higgis haven’t, not by a long way, but they are definitely part of her outer circle of friends.”

“She mustn’t say anything to Blish,” I said. “I have an idea his dad is a copper.”

Sandra nodded. “Both his parents are. Thing is, his mum is in the right er department or whatever to help Tee.”

“Ah. I didn’t know that. Does she know?”

“Tee? She knows they are both cops, but she doesn’t know what they do. I only found out sort of by accident. Blish was telling Higgis last year, and I just happened to over hear them talking. They weren’t part of Tee’s circle back then of course, so I didn’t think anything more of it.”

We had been walking towards the bus stop as we talked, but there were still a lot of students around so we didn’t even hold hands.

“Is that all Tee said to you?” I asked.

Sandra shook her head. “She asked how long, but that’s all. I asked her not to tell anyone just yet.”

I nodded. “She didn’t even say that to me. Just if I hurt you I would have her to answer to.”

As we stood waiting for our buses, I allowed the back of my hand to lightly brush against hers, and for a few minutes we lightly rubbed the back of our hands together even though we were, to anyone casually looking at us, not paying any attention to each other. We were very aware of each other though.

The first thing Mrs Clarke said when she walked through the door Wednesday evening was: “so you’ve asked Sandra Walmsley.”

“Um. Yes. Who told you?”

“Sandra did.” Mrs Clarke smiled slightly. “She was very excited about it. Very happy. Just don’t hurt her.”

“Talulah said that as well,” I said without thinking.

Mrs Clarke stared at me. “You told Talulah?”

I shook my head. “No one did. She worked it out.”

“How?”

I shook my head. “Don’t know.”

“Hm. You or Sandra must have said or done something in front of her. Just don’t rile her up.”

“I don’t think we have.” I told her what Sandra had told me, both what Talulah had said to Sandra, and about the inner circle of friends.

I frowned. “Does Sandra know you and I talk? About Talulah I mean?”

“Yes. She was a bit cross with you at first, but since you hadn’t actually told me anything at that point, she’s now relaxed about it. I also talk with Mr Bond. All three of you now know that I talk with all three of you. You also know that I only talk with you in one’s.”

“What about Talulah herself?”

“She doesn’t know that I know. She doesn’t know that you and I and Sandra and Steven all talk about her, are plotting behind her back to rescue her and her sister. At the moment she can’t know.”

“I know,” I said. But that reminded me of something. I told Mrs Clarke about what Blish’s mum did.”

“Interesting. I knew she was a police officer. I hadn’t realised she worked in child protection.”

My mind skittered back to Sandra. “Do you mind that I asked Sandra?”

She smiled. “Not in the slightest. Have you thought about Neeka?”

“Ah. I forgot. No. I don’t know who she is. I’ll try and find out. Margot Keller might be interested in me though.”

“Okay,” said Mrs Clarke in a resigned voice. “I’ll look into her.”

“You need to get the duster out occasionally,” she told me half an hour later. “The place is generally neat and tidy, but dust is starting to accumulate.”

I just nodded. Housework was harder work than I had ever expected it to be.

“How are you getting on generally? No problems with money yet?”

I shook my head, telling her about all the money I had found in various pockets wallets and purses after the collection.

“How much have you got left?”

“I think I’ve spent just under two hundred.”

“In what? Three weeks?”

“Yeah,” I said slowly, trying to count back the weeks. “Maybe four.”

“Try and cut it down a little. There’s only you,” she paused for a moment in thought, then continued. “Mmm. Try to aim for thirty. You will break that, possibly even break forty as well, but I think fifty a week for just you is a little on the high side. Tell you what, for the next two weeks, jot down everything you spend, and on what, and we’ll have a look at it then. Okay?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

“Good. Sunday morning then.” She gave me one of her wonderful smiles and left.

I went and checked on both the money and the calendar. It was three weeks and a day, and I had spent about one hundred and forty-four. So close enough to fifty a week. I thought about what I had spent money on, and knew I could save a few quid.

“We’ve got hair appointments Saturday morning in town,” Sandra told me at lunch the following day. “Since Tee knows about us, come and meet us in town.”

I nodded and smiled. “Okay.”

The others began to arrive so we changed the subject and Sandra texted me the where and when later in the day.

Their appointment was for ten am. I knew from experiencing the time Mum or Jo took in the hairdressers that they would be at least an hour. I was rarely in the barbers for more than twenty minutes, and that included waiting for two or three other people who were there before me. We, men that is, never booked appointments, we just turned up and waited our turn. A haircut that took longer than five or six minutes was too long. I turned up just before ten-thirty. Sandra had already texted me to ask where I was, expecting to see me before she went in. I just sighed and went for the bus.

Today it was another pair of Pauline Lipp’s knickers. Okay. Not special. Comfortable but not exciting. I could certainly wear them again, I just didn’t know whether I would.

They hadn’t finished when I got to the hairdressers. I would have just hung around outside. I didn’t feel all that comfortable going in, but Talulah spotted me and beckoned me in. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Sandra couldn’t see me as she had her head forwards while someone washed her hair. I guessed it was a late start or something, as I understood they always washed first. I could be wrong of course. She did know I was there though, and waved her hand approximately in my direction.

I reached over and touched her fingers, she gripped me briefly, then let go. I sat down and watched. Watching the girls have their hair washed was almost sexy in an odd way. I didn’t tell them that though. I didn’t think it would go down too well.

“Would you like a cup of tea or coffee while you’re waiting?”

“What? Oh. Thank you. A cup of tea please.”

The young girl, who Sandra later told me was an apprentice, smiled at me and went off, coming back about three minutes later with a good sized mug of tea and a smile. It was fascinating watching them get their hair done, and yes even sexy. Talulah had long hair, down to below her shoulder blades. I knew she wanted it shorter. In one of her more introspective moments she had told us that it was her long hair that had attracted the attention of her father, and that he had effectively forbidden her from having it cut too short. She had it trimmed by a couple of inches, just to tidy the ends, but unless you really knew, you might not notice it was a little shorter. She also had some red and black highlights added. The effect was gorgeous and I told her so. She just gave me a sad smile. I picked up her free hand and gave the fingers a kiss by way of apology. I guess I had reminded her that her father also liked it.

“That’s okay,” I told her with a laugh. “You look gorgeous either way.”

Sandra’s short hair had a slight wave in it. The spikes she usually had it in were, apparently, just hair cream which I watched them reapply into her favoured spikes.

She had no colour added, nor bleached out, her hair was just too fine for bleaching. It would damage it, she had told me, and the dyes, unless she went really expensive, didn’t seem to last. Probably for the same reason, she thought.

When we left, some forty-five minutes later, I took hold of Sandra’s hand. A few minutes later Talulah, on the other side of me, tucked her arm through mine. We just wandered and chatted. Unfortunately Talulah didn’t have very long. Her father was coming to collect her just on twelve, so a few minutes before then I went and sat on a bench about ten yards away. Close enough to see and be seen, but far enough away that it looked like I wasn’t with them. Talulah didn’t need the hassle of being seen with me, so I didn’t mind when I was sent away.

Mr Evans was portly rather than fat, and slightly taller than I had pictured him, with short, steel-grey hair. He did have a large bald patch, but no comb-over. He was very well dressed and looked rather like a smart, successful small businessman. He wasn’t at all like the image I had had of him in my mind. If I didn’t know who he was and what he was doing to my friend, I might have thought he had a gently pleasant look to him. He certainly didn’t look in any way repellent. I was almost disappointed about that.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as he gave Talulah a fatherly kiss and then escort her to the black Mercedes waiting at the kerb. Talulah gave him a smile, but I could see disgust and hatred and fear in her, though only because I now knew her and why she felt like that. Anyone else except Sandra and myself would have just seen a doting father and a loving daughter.

Mr Evans smiled genially at Sandra, but there was also a hint of distrust in his smile. Not quite dislike, I thought, but not far off. I didn’t hear what he said to her, but Sandra nodded and turned in approximately my direction. She walked towards me, her eyes on mine, her face a completely blank mask. I could only guess at the emotions she was hiding.

I turned my eyes to Mr Evans and watched, my head slightly turned away from him, as he watched Sandra walk away. The expressions on his face were not all that nice. They seemed to cycle between disdain and distrust. I sat there for another minute or so until I saw him get in the car and drive off. I think he was watching her to make sure she didn’t then go and join some boy. Or boys.

When the merc was out of sight, I got up and followed in the direction Sandra had taken. Almost immediately my mobile phone buzzed as a text message arrived: “mns cafe”. It took me a moment to decipher ‘mns’ as ‘Marks & Spencer’.

I crossed the road, went into the huge M&S store and quickly found the cafe. I hated the M&S cafe. Not because it had bad food; the food was actually very nice and not too expensive. No, I hated it because it was right next to the lingerie department. I had never dared to go and shop there, not even to just look around, but I wanted to very much.

Today I was sat with my back to it, so I was marginally more relaxed. Sandra had got two large cups of coffee and a couple of cakes, and was sitting at a window seat. “I saw him drive off, and I could see you sitting there. I knew exactly when you stood up.”

I smiled at her, but her face was screwed up as if she wanted to cry.

“I hate him so much,” she said softly.

I sat opposite her and took both her hands in mine.

“Forget the little shit,” I said softly, “and just remember that because of you Tee is still sane and holding it together.”

She gave me a sad smile. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay. What did he say to you?”

“He just asked me if we’d had a good time together.”

“Interesting,” I said slowly. “But very odd. I wonder why he asked that.”

She shrugged. “He doesn’t care whether we had a good time or not. All he cares about is that Tee isn’t with a boy.”

“Ah,” I nodded in understanding.

We had both set alarms on our mobile’s to ensure Sandra wasn’t late for the bus. Neither of us wanted her to get into trouble with her parents. We had a lovely afternoon, and got to the bus station a good ten minutes early. She lay her head on my shoulder while we waited for the bus, sat on one of the cold benches.

“Do your parents know about me?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t think they’d be too worried, but they do say I need to concentrate on my A-levels.” She paused. “Do your parents know?”

“No. They would like you a lot though.”

She twisted her head to look at me. “They would?”

I nodded but didn’t say anything.

“You okay Toby?” she asked softly after a long moment.

I nodded once more, emotion welling up inside me as once again I realised just how much I missed my family. “I’m with you,” I whispered. “Of course I’m fine.” And of course it was true.

We sat for a little while, saying nothing. I kept wanting to say something, anything, to break the silence, but Sandra appeared to be quite content cuddled up next to me.

“Your bus,” I said softly.

She nodded and slowly stood up. I walked her over to the stand, and while we waited for the bus to empty, and then for the small queue of people waiting, we hugged, and kissed. When she got on I just watched her until she sat by a window half way back, where we could see each other. She mouthed something to me, and then blew me a kiss. I smiled, not sure what she had said, and blew one back.

My own bus was already waiting so I hurried over. It was only after I had found a seat did I realise what she had said. I smiled and got my phone out. “love u 2” I texted. I got no response.

I thought about her, and that text, and almost as soon as I got home I sent her another text. “I LOVE YOU.”

The reply this time was just a whole series of icons, including a couple of big grins, what might have been a blushing face, loads of hearts, a face with hearts for eyes, what I think was supposed to be a rose, some kisses and even a couple of icons I wasn’t certain I could identify.

I sent her another message. “U fre2moz?”

“Soz”

“Y”

“last wk”

“Ah”

About nine that evening I was lying on Joanne’s bed in a pair of her knickers. A pair I’d never worn before. I’d been through her drawers, looking for anything that might be interesting. There had been nineteen pairs of knickers. Plus I knew there was about another half dozen or so in the wash. She had a couple of slips that felt quite sensuous to the touch, and a couple of one-piece swimsuits that also felt very nice to the touch. She had no stockings, but she did have tights. Including a few pairs new and still in their original packaging.

All those I had put away again, the rest of what I found went into a number of bin bags to be taken down the charity shops. Even her very pretty, even sexy, bras.

But now I was lying on her bed, slowly wanking through her knickers.

“What u doing?” came the message from Sandra.

I lied. “on bed reading”

“im on bed 2 not reading what u wering?”

I took me a moment to translate that one.

“pjs”

“nothing” came the response. My erection got harder and I began to slowly jack off as I texted. I wanted to ask her to show me, but that was illegal. She was still under 18, so even though I was too, just asking her to send me a picture would have got me in very very deep shit. I found it really difficult not to say anything as almost all I could think of was the fact that she was naked.

“meany” I sent, left handed.

“?”

“just r”

“??”

“telling me was mean”

“ha ha”

“love you”

“lv u 2”

“night”

“no talk”

Before I could respond to this message she followed it up with “stay”

We chatted by text for a few minutes longer but knowing Sandra was naked while she was texting me, even if I couldn’t see it, had me so horny I eventually had to just put the phone down because I was so close to coming. I reached out for something to shoot into, and came up with a pair of Jo’s cotton pyjama bottoms.

I had no way of picturing Sandra nude or jilling off, or coming, so I thought about how Jo had climaxed when I had gone down on her, and tried to picture Sandra’s face like that. Suddenly I was orgasming, shooting a huge load, what felt like my biggest ever, into Jo’s pj’s.

By the time I had relaxed and picked up the phone again, there were about six messages waiting for me. The last two just said “where u?” and “u gon?”

“No” I texted back

“Y u not ansr?”

“difficult”

There was a very long pause and then I got a single blush face and no more.

Mrs Clarke turned up again about eleven. For some reason she was looking particularly attractive. I don’t know if she had done something different, or whether I was still feeling the effects of last night. I was just relieved I was wearing a baggy sweatshirt as it hung just low enough to hide the fact that I had a boner.

I was wearing a different, new to me, pair of Jo’s knickers that day, and there was another new pair for that night.

“I don’t know what I should do with all the stuff I don’t need,” I told Mrs Clarke.

“Like what?”

“Clothes mostly.”

“You could bin it. If it’s clean and in reasonable condition you could try a charity shop, but go to more than one. You could just leave it where it is. It’s not as if it’s in the way.”

“No. I guess not.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “It almost seems silly to leave it there, when it could be of use elsewhere.” I paused, then asked diffidently, “what did you do when your husband left?”

She went still for a moment. “That was different,” she said quietly. She looked at me. “He actually left me. He could have taken me, I would have gone with him, but he didn’t take me. You didn’t want to go, but could have gone in your own right if you had wanted.”

I nodded. “So what did you do?”

“I burned all his clothes and most of his books. If I’d thought about it a few of them I could have sold.”

“Why didn’t he take you?”

“He wanted someone younger. He got nineteen-year-old twins.” Her voice turned slightly bitter “And if he could have had them younger he probably would. It’s always been a fantasy of his to have two sisters in bed at the same time. He once even asked me if I had a sister.”

“Oh no,” I said softly. I moved towards her. I wasn’t sure what I was doing but I think I was going to try and hug her.

Her eyes turned to me. “Mr Simpson. Let’s carry on with our inspection shall we?” Her voice was all brisk and matter-of-fact, and the moment was gone.

After she had finished, and we had talked through what she felt I needed to do, I offered her another cup of tea. She had said at one point that she wasn’t in any rush today.

She looked at me. “Look Toby, I know I said I would come with you as one of your concubines, and I will. If you still want me.” I nodded enthusiastically but didn’t interrupt her. “The thing is, after we are collected, you and I will be having sex. But that’s afterwards. We can’t before hand. Unofficially, because you are over fourteen with a qualifying CAP score, many people would treat you as an adult. But the law of the land hasn’t actually changed. You are still, technically, a minor. As your form teacher and your maths teacher I have a position of responsibility for you. Under British law it’s called a ‘Duty Of Care’.

“If we were to have sex early, before we were collected, even though we have an agreement about what would happen afterwards, then I’m not sure I’m not breaking that responsibility. I may fall foul of the law despite everything else.” She smiled at my obviously crestfallen face.

“The other thing, and related, is the dynamic of our relationship. Independent of the law, if we were to have sex, that would change that dynamic. It has to. Then we wouldn’t have a teacher-student relationship, we would have a sexual relationship, a lovers relationship. And no matter how hard we tried, that teacher-pupil relationship would be gone forever, right at a time when you might need it more than you need any other form of relationship.” She took hold of my hand. “Do you understand?” she asked softly.

“I guess so,” I said softly, disappointment stark in my voice.

“You have asked me to come with you and I’ve agreed. I’ll also help you find other concubines, though you’ve not done too bad a job without my help. What I won’t do is change my mind. If and when we’re collected, I will go with you if you still want. Is that all okay?”

I nodded. “Thank you Miss,” I said, only just holding back tears. I still fancied her like mad. I lusted after her with a longing that bordered on pain. The only thing that stopped the pain from being too bad was the fact that she wasn’t rejecting me.

“I know I said I wanted to see you get an A* in your A-level, and in a way I still do. It would be my dream to see you get into Cambridge studying maths, but if we want to save Talulah and Amber from their father’s predations, then sadly that’s not going to happen. If everything works as I think, I hope it will, then it’s looking like early in the new year, hopefully by about Easter at the latest.”

“Does Amber have a CAP score yet?”

“No, and talking with her teachers I suspect she never would. She’s a nice girl, but she’s not a leader the way her sister is. She doesn’t have the smarts or the inner strength Talulah has, nor does she have the sort of personal drive that Talulah has. She’s very flighty in her own sweet way. I actually think she wouldn’t be too bad a choice for Steven. Mr Bond.”

“Higgis and Blish also need concubines. Two each I think.”

“Those two are going to be in a bit of a bind. They need the sort of slow, solid, dependable girls who will not worry if they are not approached for sex very often. I have two, possibly three year-eleven girls, and another year ten possibility. I don’t know any gay guys who might be suitable.”

I nodded. “And Bondy doesn’t want to take Selena. His sister.”

Mrs Clarke nodded again. “I’m aware of that. At the moment I don’t have an ideal partner for Selena. I originally thought she would be okay with Adam Blish, but now I’m not so certain. I don’t think she could go with Talulah. Their temperaments are just wrong. She could go with you, as could Amber, but you have to look at the combination of who you’re taking. They couldn’t go together. Selena will absolutely dominate Amber, and not really in a good way. Equally while Amber might be a good fit for Bondy, Selena would be a bad fit for Talulah, so a simple swap there is wrong. And really, neither is an ideal fit to go with you, given who you have already chosen.

“Either might fit with you, but Selena and Sandra won’t get on, and I’m not sure Amber will get on that well with me. Entirely down to her youth, and the fact that I’m her maths teacher. I don’t like it, but I may have to suggest that they both take their own sibling for now, and we’ll try and find someone better closer to the time, or even after we’re collected.”

“Selena has said she’ll think about coming with me.”

“Don’t follow up on it,” I was told. “Going with her brother is the least-worst solution at the moment.”

“Okay.”

“I haven’t followed up on Megan, what did you say her name was?”

“Megan ... er ... Meg ... er ... Margot. Margot Keller.”

“Margot. Yes. I’ll look into her situation next week.”

“Thanks Miss.”

She looked at me then at her watch. “Time to be off,” she smiled. She stood and for a moment I just admired her. She was wearing almost skin-tight jeans and a tee-shirt that was just tight enough to show she actually had quite a small bust to go with her slim waist.

I almost erected again.

“See you tomorrow, and don’t forget your homework.”

“No Miss, I’ll go do it now.”

She gave me one of those brilliant smiles that just cemented my desire and lust for her.

I went and found one of the twins, Samantha’s or Alexandra’s, thongs. The fact that I could see no VPL on Mrs Clarke’s bum made me guess she might be wearing a thong. The twins also wore thongs, so I went and found one and put it on before starting my maths homework.

Ten minutes later I went up and lay on my bed. I thought of Mrs Clarke, and of Sandra telling me she was nude. I thought of Bondy with his sister, even though I didn’t know what she looked like, and I thought of Jo naked and with me licking her out, and of Mum hugging me when she was naked and all I had on was a pair of her knickers. I thought of how both my sister and my mother had held my cock, had sucked on it, and for the second time in less than twenty-four hours I came to a stunning climax.

I had to catch my ejaculations in the knickers I was wearing as I had nothing else to hand. I didn’t like doing that, so after I had finally relaxed, I stripped them off, rinsed them under the cold tap and dropped them in the wash basket. I replaced it with another thong from the twins’ collection, and went to do my homework.