She collected her things and headed for the door when the alarm bell began to sound from the gate. She opened the door and heard shouts from outside.�...�Open the Gate! Open the Gate!”As she ran across the courtyard, the gates slowly parted. Two riders crossed through, drawing to a stop in front of Marguerite. One was bundled in blankets and slumped heavily in the saddle. The other, a muscular, bearded man, jumped down and closed the distance to Marguerite. “Get help! He is ill!”She suddenly. Expulsion was a very near thing on several occasions.I was not then nor have I ever have been a bully. Invariably my fights always seemed to involve at their core my sense of having to avenge some wrong done to myself or others. Invariably, I would champion the quietest girl or the weakest or smallest boy in my class; the sort of kid that wore glasses and usually sucked at sports and would have far preferred to read a book rather than being made to go play outside. I wasn't much for books. She had a gorgeous face with long blonde hair, had a very full natural rack (she told me it was a 38DD) on a curvy and tall body. If I had to compare her to a pornstar she looked like a mix of Julia Ann (face/body) and Karen Fisher (tits/body) and was the same age. After getting to know her, I realized she was a total flirt and sex fiend. Over time we started making comments to each other, and eventually started touching each other slightly - a pat on the back, touch of the hand, etc., as well. If my mother come to know about it I could not think what will happen and I really sweated. She then told me a little seriously that this is not the age for such things and concentrate on my studies and also only because it was me she was behaving so close and casual with me thinking I was a good mannered boy. And she is teaching me thinking I am serious about my studies and if I am not interested it studies and if my attention is going somewhere else she need not put those efforts. I really.