But I only had the old man's word that this Peace was leaning on the women of the mission for some reason. I needed to satisfy myself that it was true..., then do something to solve the problem, without bringing too much shit down on the mission. They did good work, even if it was making the Preacher rich in the process. It was more cop work than ops work, which the farm expected me to be doing. Unless they stopped me, I would take a look at Bristol Peace the very next day.I went home put the soup. True, we would be going to a new building and moving from the top of one totem pole to the bottom of another one. However, well over ninety percent of the Juniors and Seniors there had been in eighth and ninth grades when my classmates and I were in seventh. Even though we were in different buildings there were some activities like PE that we shared with them. Sure, there were a few bullies, but I suspect not as many as in a normal high school.I didn't expect to get the same amount of. ” Mom always called me that when I was doing something wrong.I decided to do the same with sis and said, “Do it harder, Elizabeth Ann.”Instead she stopped. I lay there wondering if that was it. Then she whispered, “Oh god, I can’t believe this,” as she began to move around. I had no idea what would happen, I could only wait and see. Then she whispered, “You have to absolutely promise to never, never speak a word about this.”I whispered back, “I promise.” Her hand grasped my dick. Her. One fact I have to share with you before I get down to my story. The Grammar school was an 'all male establishment'; all the teachers (Masters, we called them) were male and because we were an enclosed society the rule was that we swam in the nude (even the Masters). No soaking wet swim wear cluttering up the school there. Yes, of course we were all very embarrassed when as first years, we were told about this, but when you've been at a school for a few months you just forget that its not.