”“I know,” Chuck said. He pointed to another portrait. “Who is that?”“That’s Happy Harry.”“I’m sorry. I’ve never heard of him.�...“He was great in a different kind of way than was John Carter. He sacrificed himself for the invisible people of this world.”“I’d like to hear more about him,” Chuck said thinking that anyone whose picture had found company with that of John Carter, must have done great things.“Talk to William Redman Carter when you get a chance. He’ll tell you all about Happy Harry.”“I. You have to putyourself on the radar before you can enter striking distance." Shonngave the boy a wink. "If I recall, she's close with Sidnee and Jesicka so let's look intothose two first. Start with the indirect approach. I've got classeswith both of them, and as a fellow girl, I can probe in different waysthan a boy can. Meet me here again tomorrow but at lunchtime instead ofbefore homeroom like this. I found out that no one uses this room thenand we'll have more time."The end of homeroom. I keep my hands above my head. I feel his tongue slide across me. He rolls it around outside and then slips deep as he can inside me. I grab the headboard and arch my back. I moan softly. I feel the flow starting. He works his tongue deep inside me. Before I know it I can feel the first wave hit me. It's a strong orgasm. I feel my whole body shaking. I feel cold then I feel hot. I shiver and fight screaming. I moan loudly this time. I hold my breath as the second wave hits me. I feel my toes. Josh new the rule and had been waiting for weeks counting the days until this Saturday. As for me, well I didn't do much swimming, and was a single mom who worked hard, so I enjoyed using the weekends to relax, but 13 year old boys will be boys, and the first Saturday was always a big deal.That morning I woke up and had my coffee and read the paper quickly as I knew Josh wasn't going to sleep in as he normally did on Saturday mornings. I went to my room and jumped into the shower, nothing to.