I didn’t do much with the rest of half-term as Lyn had made plans with her friends and we decided she couldn’t really introduce me to them, l wasn...’t looking forward to meeting Julia as l didn’t turn up for our Sunday meet. Well Tuesday morning arrived and l had English, Julia didn’t look or behave her usual self, she was walking around the room and slipped me a note asking to meet her at the usual place. At the end when l put the work onto her desk l just said “yes” then left to carry on with. What stood out to me was the lack of art, except for the tapestries that had bizarre scenes of people in various stages of agony or hunting scenes displaying the kill of an animal. Above the fire places were generally found various shields with coat of arms.“Kurt, this place is creepy.”“Now you understand where the rumors come from. Do you want to continue or leave for more pleasant endeavors?” He slapped my butt.I swatted his hand away and glared at him. “Continue your tour, Count Dracula.”He. “It wasn’t?” I asked, teasing. “What were you wanting to see?” I had a hard on, and my lose fitting shorts gave me easy access to my cock, which I was stroking slowly. Just as I realized she could see the movement of my arm, she said “Hey! What are you doing?”“Oh, you can see that, huh?”“I can see your arm moving, but I can’t see what I want to see!” I know the pout she put on was mostly just for fun, but she was so goddamn cute!“Okay, for real I’ll show you this time.” I stood up, making sure. Karen liked to sit with her sister in her room, watching her puff away at her ciggies, swig at her lager, and, bolder now, toke off her thin single-skin spliffs. It was Po who did most of the talking, lying stretched out on her bed, flattening the duvet, while Karen sat there on the armchair. And what things Po talked about! As Karen got to realise, there was a fucking big world out there and a girl had to have her fucking wits about her to survive.There was something a little incongruous about.