Jul 15 2016
The School Library
Posted on 15-Jul-2016 at 06:52:000
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My last year at school passed rewardingly. I was a school prefect which means I had respect. I was well-regarded, played sport at a high level and secured good exam results. Everything was rosy. Well not everything. The school decided to pretend to move with the times and let girls join the sixth form. I watched my best friends move in for the kill. They all had dark hair, beautiful skin and were charismatic, witty and were fuelled by late-teenage testosterone. At the very peak of adolescent, masculine irresistibility. Burgeoning confidence, imminent manhood. Right time, right place.
I had acne and blonde hair. Wrong time, wrong place. They got the girls. I watched with untold envy.
The only compensation was that my illicit appointments with beautiful, shapely, scantily-clad girls cont ... [more]
I had acne and blonde hair. Wrong time, wrong place. They got the girls. I watched with untold envy.
The only compensation was that my illicit appointments with beautiful, shapely, scantily-clad girls cont ... [more]