Tom                                                                                                                                      

 

  Stories


With someone you adore, if you should find romance,
You'll pant, and pant once more, and that's a pair of pants

Who needs pants in the face of romance?

 

                                                        LOVE AT SCHOOL

In the class-room.

 Becky- No, Tom, I cannot lend you my pencil. I would, you know, but  Auntie Polly forbade it.

Tom- Oh, Becky, just one moment, please. Just to see how it fits in my hand.

Becky- No Tom, you know what will happen, if our teacher finds  out I gave it to you. She will spank me with her  metal-ruler in front of the classroom.

Tom- Only for one minute, she won't know. Only one minute, just to write down your name on my book-cover.

Becky- Really Tom? are you really writing my name on your book? Okay, take my pencil, you write

down my name  and give it back to me. Promise, swear.

Tom- On the Bible.

Becky- What Bible? you haven't got a Bible. I want my pencil back.  

 

  A few years later, near the ole oak-tree, at lunchtime.

Tom - Becky we are pals, aren't we?

Becky- Sure Tom. You know we are. Would you like half of my apple?

Tom- Thanks Becky, but I am asking you something different.

Becky- Tell Tom. Sure you don't want to bite my apple?

Tom - I want to see your bum.

Becky - Whaaat? are you crazy, Tom? sit down and eat my cucumber-sandwich. You don't mention anymore my,...my ..,

you know what I mean.

Tom- Just for one second Becky, I never saw one.

Becky- You can get a mirror then. You really driving me crazy. 

Tom- Lend me that knife, please.

Becky- What's for? Are you killing yourself?

Tom- I want to carve something on the wood.

Becky- What are you going to carve?

Tom- Tom loves Becky, Becky does not love Tom.

Becky- Just for one second, Tom. I'll pretend I am fixing my panties. I'll lower them down, but for one second no more.

Tom- Thanks, sweetie.

Becky- But you carving Becky loves Tom on the wood.

Tom - I will.

 Birds cannot believe their eyes, violets and daisies redden. It takes a long time for a teen-girl to fix her pants  near an oak-tree, in the wood, at lunch time.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                             

 

                              

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