The Ocean Hills hired guns help to shoot down the two pretender high schools that had previously topped Ocean Hills. At the end of the school year, when the results roll in, Ocean Hills High School is now back on top! (On top where they damn well belong and don't you dare forget it!)

With the dirty work done, it's time for the hired guns to ride out of town. (Thank you so much for your effort and don't let the screen door hit you in the ass on your way out.)

However, there's to be an award presentation ceremony this coming Friday. Awards are the reason I and the other hired guns were brought to Ocean Hills High School. I'm to receive an academic award that I have earned with my hard work. I'm directed to stay and graciously accept the honors showered on me and only then not let the screen door hit me in the ass on my way out.

I have already set things up with State and I'll again take the Iron Dog after the presentation ceremony on Friday. I wrap up everything else and I'm ready to leave in a week, after I go through the award ceremony. It's Sunday night. I'm sitting by myself in my little granny flat working at my laptop. (Yes, as a matter of fact, I'm working on a class I'll take at State during the summer. Perhaps you think that I won academic honors because of my good looks?)Chapter 2: Allison

Lucille knocks on the door to my granny flat and wants to have a talk with me. Actually it's sort of a non-talk. Lucille tells me, "My daughter Allison may come to see you." (Nothing in Lucille's world 'may happen,' except rain. Everything that isn't forbidden is mandatory.)

"Okay, I'm then to talk to Allison if she comes by?"

Lucille says, "Yes, you're to talk to Allison. Talk and do whatever else seems appropriate. There are certain things that Allison needs to know. I think that you are the ideal person to help her gain that knowledge." With that Lucille turns and walks away from me.

I stand there a bit puzzled. I have obviously just been told something of importance, but I'm not sure exactly what it is that I have just been told. Of course the mysterious thing that I have just been told about is important to Lucille. What's important to the lady who provides me with food, shelter and other necessities of life is also important to me, even if I don't understand why it's important or even what it is. It would seem that even after I have completed high school and a seemingly endless sequence of tests, there's to be yet another test for me.

A bit later Allison knocks on my door. Allison is, as I have said, the daughter of my benefactors. She's a tall, good looking and normally poised girl. Allison is a true Ocean Hills girl. I'm guessing that she's normally forbidden to associate with the likes of hired guns. However, Allison is suddenly in my room and wearing just a little sun dress with no bra.

Now, Lucille isn't exactly a mental giant. However, if a girl on the other side of town walks out of a house with a dress that's one inch too short for Ocean Hills, Lucille knows about it. Don't ask me how, but nothing goes on socially in Ocean Hills that Lucille doesn't know about. Thus Lucille knows that Allison has come to see me. Perhaps Lucille has even sent Allison to see me. Actually, given the non-conversation I recently had with Lucille, Lucille has almost certainly sent Allison to see me. Lucille has further sent braless Allison to see me.

Allison is both scared and aroused.

It would seem that I'm finished taking classes in Ocean Hills. Now I'm to teach a class. However, if I make the wrong move to start the instruction, Allison will run away and I'm in big trouble with Lucille. I must not get in trouble with Lucille, if I'm going to survive financially.

I offer Allison a chair.

Allison doesn't sit in the chair but sort of floats around the room with no real direction or destination. She begins some sort of phony apology for neglecting me all through the school year. Allison stops and starts several times, without really making any progress.

Since we both know why Allison has neglected me, it seems that it's time for some sort of move on my part. I move over to Allison and put my arms loosely around her and tell her, "I never cared that the rest of the kids at Ocean Hills High School ignored me. However, I always really wanted to get to know you, Allison."

Allison makes a couple of attempts to 'escape.' I would have had more difficulty in restraining a wounded butterfly. I gently draw Allison to me and kiss her. (I use no force and start a light kiss. I have to be careful here, if Allison complains to her mother, I'm in deep trouble.)

Allison responds to my kiss warmly, then way too warmly as she gets involved. She then panics a little and attempts to pull away, but I won't let her pull away. Seeing that I'm much stronger and she's trapped, she tries to ask me what I'm going to do, but the words come out all jumbled.

I kiss Allison again and let my one hand slide down her dress and then back up again.

Allison offers absolutely no resistance to my wandering hand. Well, an aroused Allison does say the word, "Don't." However, what she's really saying is, "Stop it some more!"

By now I have determined for sure that Allison isn't wearing either bra or panties. I walk her over to my bed and tell her, "It's now time for you to take off your dress."

Well, a proper girl like Allison certainly isn't going to do that. Well, since I have Alison trapped; maybe she will let me have just a peek. She starts to unfasten the dress. The dress slips down, "Omigod I don't know what ..."

By now I have picked Allison up and laid her on my bed. She's nude and I'm getting there rapidly. I don't mount her right away, but finish getting nude and then join her on the bed.