No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any resemblance to real...ty is purely coincidence. All characters are at least 18 years of age despite de***********ion, demeanor, or appearance.Written By: RebHillBabeChapter 1: A Real Chance? Thomas rolled on his bed, kept awake against his will by the moans and thumping of his sister next door. His parents were out of the house for the weekend, which meant Maya, his. "How was I supposed to answer that question, in my mind I hadn't done anything drastic and of course didn't deserve a penalty?"Well, I have a great idea, and by the time you are through with this assignment, you will never pull another stunt like that in this school. I have reviewed the facts and you are guilty."He was looking right into my eyes, awaiting my confession."Yes, Mr. Graat, I am responsible for the fountain caper." Well, you will be happy to know you just volunteered to become a. No sheets, no blankets, no pillows – just that dirty fucking bed – sitting in a pool of light, in the middle of a concrete floor.We hear a door open off camera, and then the slight, muffled, “In here...?” – then, the same voice adds – “Okay...” – and we hear footsteps approaching – flat, slight slapping sounds – bare feet on concrete.We pan the camera around to see who’s coming ... This week it’s a real mum-body – wide through the hips and loose bellied, with boobs that look like they will head. At the diner we kept the conversation pretty general, weather and politics and such, but during the drive home it got personal. ‘Mom says that you don’t have a girlfriend, Aaron. Why not?’ ‘Girls just never notice me, Diane. I’m kind of boring and plain so I don’t date much. Add to that the fact that I don’t really have a way to meet anyone to date.’ ‘Your appearance is superficial, Aaron. You are a very nice guy, probably one of the nicest I have ever met, and I’m sure that there is someone.