Once you were beautiful or pretty and rich, you were automatically accepted. But it was such a schools first you would have to know about it, then fin...d it and try to apply. The whole purpose of this was to single out the rich from the poor.Now our main character, he is called Aaron St. George. He is tall, 6'3 to be precise, just like his late grandfather he was named after and 18 years old . He weighed 150 pounds and sported neatly cut black hair. The St. George family’s men where always. " What the hell*was* I thinking?" I asked no one in particular."Probably about getting laid, and not about April."I hung my head slowly. He was dead on -- I hadn't thought about April at all until she came into the room."You know she cares a lot for you." Not any more," I snorted. "I've screwed up big time. I doubt she even wants to see me again, much less talk to me." Do you want to see her again?" Hell yeah." I surprised myself with the speed at which that came out. "I feel really stupid for. My Henry always did."I complied and tasted my own cum on her lips."Your Henry must have been a happy man." Oh, he was, Joe, he was. Now go take a swim in the ocean and think of me and relax. I got more for you that I think you will enjoy it."The water felt good on my body, and I hoped what was to come was even better.o0oI opened my eyes, wondering how long I had napped. I looked around but saw no evidence of Joe's return. The nap did me good because I felt horny and hoped he would return soon.. I could not believe such a thing; my mouth opened but no words came out. Then she shook her head sharply. “Never mind, I don’t want to think about that now. Later. Maybe.”And we spoke of other things.This day she has shown me a thing that sits on a wall of the room where we spend our days. It is like the box on the table, which she calls computer, but bigger and different. She says the name is television, or teevee, and she shows how it, too, lights up when she takes up a small thing and.