Long Multiplication Part 3
By The Courageous Pedagogue

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.

Part 1 - She's The Boss.

Thursday came, but after a long wait for Sam. Marcus had invited her over for dinner that night and she was looking forward to it. He had promised to cook her lasagne, one of her favourite dishes. At break time, she had found a note from Marcus in her locker and had retired to the girl's toilets to read it in private.

In one of the cubicles, she sat on the seat and impatiently opened the envelope and took out the note. With her young heart all a flutter, she pawed at the paper as it unfolded. She was confident that it was a "love letter" from her idol. She read,

"Dear Sam,
   This is very hard for me to write given our age difference and my bad luck with the ladies. I want you to know that I am very flattered by your attention and I want you to know that you are a very attractive girl. However, I can't continue to see you. I could be arrested and you could be suspended. I would not be able to live with those consequences. I hope that you understand this and that we can put this whole affair behind us. You are a special girl and there is a suitable boy out there for you somewhere.

Thinking Of You,
 Marcus x."

Tears began to roll down the girl's cheeks as she reread the note in her shaking hands. They were tears of sorrow at effectively being dumped by her lover. These tears quickly turned to anger as she thought about what the pair had done and at how wonderful it had all felt to her. As the images and feelings surged through her body and mind, her tears stopped and were replaced by a wicked grin as a plan for revenge formulated within her mind.

Samantha dried her eyes and departed from the cubicle. She quickly found her maths tablemate Kelly Thomas and dragged her behind the bike sheds.

"Kelly, you've got to help me. I need you assistance, say you'll help me, please," Samantha pleaded to her perplexed friend.

"Whoa, what's the matter Sam?" replied Kelly.

"Please help me, say you will. I am in a mess and I.."

"Of course I will help you if I can. Just tell me what's wrong."

Samantha looked deeply into her friend's curious eyes and leaned in close to her ear. She whispered,

"Mr. Morrison fingered me." Kelly's jaw dropped and her left hand covered her mouth at her friend's revelation.

"What?" Kelly stammered.

"I let him touch me and finger me, oh it felt wonderful, but now he has told me that he doesn't want me and oh, I feel awful," Samantha explained. Kelly, although shocked by this information, was actually feeling kind of jealous at her friend's sexual activity.

"Wow, did he rape you?" Kelly asked.

"No, I never got to see his cock. That is the sad part. I felt it, and it felt big an' hard," Sam explained grinning at her friend.

"Hmmm, so why do you need my help?"

"Well, I want to teach him a lesson. I fancy him so much, but I feel pissed off that he has dumped me. And I never got to see his cock!!"

The girls talked more openly than ever before as the full details of Samantha's liaisons were revealed to Kelly. Together, the girls formulated a plan to teach Marcus a lesson. They agreed to leave it until Friday night and figured from the chats that Marcus and Sam had had, that he would not be taking a girlfriend out. He would most likely be in and they would pay him a visit.

As the end of break arrived, the girls decided that they would make notes on what they might be able to do and what they would require. The bell rang for the start of the next lesson and they agreed to meet up at lunchtime to finish their plan.

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After school on Friday, the girls each told their mother's that they were going round their friends house and that they might be back late, no later than 10pm - it was a Friday after all. Kelly and Samantha lived close to each other so the mother's knew that they would be ok at the other's house.

Kelly and Samantha met up at 6.30pm at the end of the street in which Marcus lived. Sam was wearing a maroon crop top and a pair of pale blue jeans. She also wore her green and blue ski jacket. Kelly on the other hand wore a white T-shirt with large pink letters that read, "Girls 1 Boys 0" on it and a pair of jeans. On top, she wore a black donkey jacket. She also carried a Safeway plastic carrier bag. She always used one of those instead of a handbag.

"Hiya Sam, you still game?" Kelly asked of her nervous looking friend.

"You bet, he is going to be one sorry boy when we've finished eh?" Sam giggled with renewed confidence now that she had her best friend with her.

"Yeah, this is gonna be soooo cool!" Kelly agreed. "If we can carry this off, just think of who else we can do it to."

"Mmmm, we could put some of those boys in their place, there's a few that need to learn respect for girls," Samantha continued. Kelly nodded in agreement at her friend. Apart from her boyfriend, who she adored immensely, she felt that boys were just stupid and snotty bastards that were asking for trouble.

The girls walked along the well-kept road and were soon faced with house number 14, the dwelling of Marcus Morrison. Silently, they walked around the back and knocked on the off street door - where Marcus had asked Sam to knock. For a long few seconds there was no response and the girls were going to admit defeat this time.

The girls were about to knock on the door a second time, when a shadow appeared in the dim light emanating from the patterned window of the door. The door unlocked, and as the handle for the door announced that it would soon be open, the butterflies in the girl's stomachs began as they nervously watched the door. The door opened and Marcus stood there and looked shyly at the girls. He was wearing red and blue check shirt and some creamy light brown chinos. He had a mug of tea in his hand as he spoke softly,

"H, hello. What are you doing here?" Kelly then cleared her throat and began,

"We are here because you have abused my friend Sam. You have touched her sexually, pretended to be her boyfriend and have now tossed her aside like an unwanted toy." Kelly was quite a professional little actress, having a great interest in films. Her well-polished lines put Marcus on the spot.

"Noooo, that's, that's not the case. Keep it down. No, in fact come in. Please don't make a scene." Marcus was very nervous. If any of his neighbours could hear this girl speaking it would be the end for sure.

The girls entered the house via the kitchen and as Kelly passed Mr. Morrison she whispered,

"You touch us and we'll yell rat." The girls sat down in the lounge on a long sofa. They looked around and everything seemed very normal. The walls were a light sandy colour, with dark blue curtains. The carpet was an ashen beige colour and the sofa that they were sat on was part of a dark blue three-piece suite.

In far corner next to a door to the rest of the house was a large wide-screen television and entertainment centre. It was located on a pine display case. There were some interesting paintings on the walls. The girls noticed that they were all depictions of rainy days in town centres or rolling landscapes - sombre moods.

Marcus stood in the doorway and watched girls as they eyed up his tastes and possessions. They sat very close together on the sofa.

"Errrm, can I get you a drink?" he asked weakly. The girls looked at him. Samantha was about to ask for a mug of tea, but Kelly got in first,

"No fucking chance. You might drug us, you dirty bastard." Marcus was taken aback by this outburst. HE wouldn't dare hurt anybody.

"I am not like that. Tell her Sam. This is all a mistake, a misunderstanding. I am sorry."

"Oh, you're sorry," taunted Kelly. "Well sorry isn't going to repair Sam's heart is it? Sorry isn't going to help Sam not to feel interfered with, violated and unwanted is it?" These were more lines that Kelly had prepared as part of the set up to what was to follow. She was feeling good inside, making this man squirm.

"Violated? Sam, tell her it wasn't like that. You asked me to touch you. You wanted it," Marcus was beginning to panic a little bit wondering where this was going to go.

"Sam wanted it did she? Sam asked you to touch her? Tell me Mr. Morrison, if a girl asked you to show her your penis what would you do?" Kelly put Marcus on the spot.

"Errrm, I would...errrm, I don't know," he replied hanging his head in shame. Kelly answered for him,

"Well, you would put her in detention wouldn't you?"

"Yes. I would have to."

"Make a habit of touching girls privates do you?" Kelly asked, grilling her teacher with evil eyes.

"No, please you've got to believe me. I wouldn't do anything to harm anybody. I am not a pervert," Marcus was wavering. He was convinced that he was in hot water and that this liaison with Sam was going to cost him dear.

"Okay, okay, you two stop this," Samantha began. Both Kelly and Marcus looked at the girl as awaiting some amazing statement. "The facts are that you have kissed me, you have seen and touched my breasts and you have seen and touched my, my pussy. I'm thirteen, you're twenty-seven and that is against the law. You have sent me notes of a suggestive nature that I still have and you have possession of a pair of my panties I believe."

Marcus wilted on the spot, he knew that he had done all of what Samantha had outlined and felt ashamed knowing that another girl had been told about this. Even if she had initiated it, it was not a good set of circumstances in the eyes of the police. And it was true, he did still have her panties, tucked away and unwashed in his top bedside drawer - he didn't want to surrender those!

"What are you going to do?" Marcus nervously asked, head bowed down, unable to look either girl in the eye.

"Give us one good reason not to go to the Police," Kelly began, the hard sell getting nearer and nearer. The girls had banked on Marcus panicking into doing absolutely anything to avoid trouble. They had banked on cashing in on the emotional weaknesses that this man had. Marcus gulped.

"Oh please, please don't go to the Police. As far as I was aware, it was consensual. I wouldn't force anybody to do anything that they didn't want to. My friends will tell you that," he said.

"But you touched my pussy, you put a finger inside me, and now I feel dirty and ashamed. You dumped me when it was just getting good. I want to see justice. Give us one good reason why we shouldn't go to the Police," Samantha was gaining in confidence and reminded Marcus.

"Please, I'll do anything to make it right with you. I don't want to lose my job. I don't want to go to jail. Please tell me what you want," Marcus begged of the girls. The pleading look on his face filled the girls with feelings of supremacy. They had the moral high ground and this man had just agreed to do anything not to go to jail. Inside, they both smiled in triumph.

The girl's plan was coming into fruition. They were now brimming with confidence. They knew that they only had to mention 'Police' and they could get what they wanted. They would soon be revelling in the power that they had. Marcus knew that the Police would always believe a thirteen-year-old girl over a man.

"Okay, stand in the centre of the room Marcus," Kelly ordered as she removed her coat. Marcus did as commanded and observed the statement on the Kelly's T-shirt as she took off her coat and knew instantly that she was a believer in 'girlpower.' Sam also removed her coat and settled back onto the sofa. Marcus noticed the exposed belly button displayed by Sam as she removed her coat. She looked beautiful sat there on the sofa in her crop top.

"When Sam was being MOLESTED by your hands Marcus, you got to see all of her body. Her cute little tits, AND her private parts. So, to even things up a little bit, we want to see all of you," Kelly stated, smiling smugly at her teacher. He looked at Samantha in disbelief as if for assistance, but Samantha just nodded and blinked her big brown eyes at him.

"But, I can't. Not with you here. Not two girls," Marcus protested.

"What's the matter? You chicken? Perhaps that's why you never showed Sam your dick - you were prepared to see and touch her, but you are afraid to show your cock off to a girl," Kelly teased.

"No, I am not chicken. It's just that there are two of you."

"Well you have no choice Marcus. It is all of you or we go to the Police," Kelly said. That was the hard sell. The girls both knew that they had won. They were about to take the trophy. "Come on, get that shirt off. Show us what you've got."

Looking embarrassed, Marcus slowly unfastened the buttons on his shirt and revealed his hard, smooth and flat chest to the girls waiting eyes. As he slipped his shirt completely off, both girls took a sharp intake of breath. He was a sexy man. Their eyes wandered all over his front and savoured the sight of his manly nipples. He folded his shirt and placed it over the back of one of the chairs.

"Mmmmmmm, good boy Marcus," Kelly said, smiling at her victim. "What shall we do next Sam? After all, this is for you." Sam reluctantly left the sight of this man's naked chest and looked at her friend. Nervous inexperience overtook her and she shrugged her shoulders. Kelly therefore continued, "Okay, now remove your trousers please."

Obediently, Marcus unbuckled the leather belt holding his trousers up and unfastened the button. Adding to the tension, Marcus pulled the zipper on his trousers down in a painfully slow manner as if awaiting respite.

Samantha bit her lower lip and pressed her legs together as Marcus slowly began to draw down his trousers. She was feeling the familiar tingles in her pussy at the sight of this strip show. As the trousers cleared his body and snaked down his legs, the girls could see that he was wearing light blue boxer shorts and that there was a growing bulge within them. Kelly sniggered and nudged her friend to look. She needed no help!

"Oooohh, we can see that you are enjoying this Marcus. I can't wait to see your cock," Kelly stated smiling. Marcus could only stomach her gaze for a few seconds and had to look away, blushing. Kelly nudged Samantha back into action - she was preoccupied in trying to squeeze her legs together and surveying the male body before her. Samantha got to her feet and stood before Marcus.

"Close your eyes Marcus, there's a good boy," Samantha began, taking over the 'reigns' from her friend. Marcus obeyed and shut his eyes. "Put your hands on your head." Again, Marcus moved his hands to rest on the top of his head. "Keep them eyes closed, okay?"

"Yes, I will keep them closed," Marcus meekly responded.

"Good boy." Samantha reached out a hand and began to run her fingertips over the man's chest. Although she was feeling aroused at being able to do this to a man, Marcus was feeling aroused to - the bulge in his boxer shorts betraying him. He let out a ticklish moan as her fingertips danced all over his chest and belly, specialising on his belly button.

As Samantha continued to rub her hands all over Mr. Morrison's body, Kelly reached into her carrier bag and pulled out her brother's digital camera - she wanted some souvenirs of this victory for 'girlpower.' She had been careful to alter the settings on the camera beforehand to ensure that it would remain silent. Kelly switched the camera on and snapped a quick shot of Samantha rubbing her teacher's naked chest and belly. Kelly herself was now aroused.

"Tell me sir," Samantha began. "Which do you think is the superior sex, girls or boys?" Marcus flared his nostrils and responded,

"When I was a boy I was convinced that it was better to be a boy and that we were better than girls."

"And what about now?" Kelly interrupted. Turning his head in Kelly's direction, he responded,

"Now I am sure that males and females both have advantages over the other, so I don't believe either sex is better. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Samantha said. "Just curious. We think that girls are better than boys. My mum told me that Weltby School promotes female development and achievement and we are doing better than the boys. She told me that the school badge also promotes feminism. Is that so?" Samantha continued.

"I don't know about that," Marcus responded, not overly bothered at this point. The girls just giggled. Samantha began to kiss her teacher's nipples and down his belly to the top of his boxer shorts and around his belly button. Marcus flinched at this as her kisses tickled. Marcus was however, loving this attention. It had been a long time since he had been caressed in this way.

Samantha then traced her hand over the front of her teacher's boxer shorts, rubbing at his penis and groping his balls with her young hand. Marcus was moaning with this pleasure that the girl was inflicting on him. He was relaxing, thinking that this ordeal would not be as bad as first thought.

Having lulled Marcus into a false sense of security - he felt that the girls would go no further - Samantha used both hands to run along the top of his boxer shorts. Her young fingers threatened to dip into the elastic waistband at any moment. She repeated this movement once she had hooked her two index fingers under the waistband, this made his belly contort with the pleasurable sensations that it generated.

Samantha slowly worked more of her fingers underneath the waistband and took a sharp intake of breath. Kelly had joined Sam at her side, ready for the impending show. In one slow, but deliberate movement, Samantha pulled on the waistband and dragged the boxer shorts down from his waist and to his ankles.

Both girls stood back with open jaws as at the sight of this naked man, his cock and balls hanging firm below his waist. The girls looked at each other and mouthed a "wow" at each other.

"Step out of your shorts Marcus, but keep those hands on your head and your eyes closed," Samantha ordered. Marcus stepped out of his boxer shorts as ordered and stood motionless awaiting the next order from the girls.

Kelly took a picture of Samantha standing next to the naked teacher and they swapped places to take another picture, this time with Kelly in the shot. Kelly then regained the camera and got a close up of the genitals of the man before her. She couldn't wait to show the other girls at school that picture!
 
Kelly returned to her carrier bag and withdrew a table tennis paddle and handed it to Samantha. With glee, Sam took control of the paddle and moved behind Marcus, admiring his firm buttocks with her free hand.

"Now Marcus, you have been a naughty boy, touching little girls and telling them that you don't want to see them anymore. What do you have to say?" Samantha admonished.

"I'm sorry for that," Marcus replied. Kelly looked on and giggled at the scene being played out before her. She surreptitiously moved her hand to her crotch to experience even more pleasure. She unfastened the button of her jeans and silently lowered the zip. She was then free to put her hands in her panties and stroke her little clitoris with a live naked man before her. What appealed to her most was that he was naked and she was fully clothed. This gave her fresh fantasies to feed from.

"Okay, as a punishment, I am going to have to spank you," Samantha continued. She observed the buttocks in front of her clench in anticipation of pain. "Please bend over and touch your toes." Dejected, Marcus complied and bent over. He had to lower his hands to his sides in order to do this and Samantha made no objections.

Samantha smiled in triumph as she observed Marcus bend over, exposing his bottom cheeks to her gaze. Concentrating her vision between his legs, she could see his scrotum and cock hanging down. She had never seen a male from this position before and she liked it. It gave her a sense of power over him.

Lining the ping-pong paddle up with his left buttock, Kelly took a picture of the impending spanking. Now that would be one nil to the girls at school, a girl spanking her teacher! Swiftly, Samantha brought the paddle into contact with the waiting buttock,

Thwack! His buttocks clenched as the paddle made contact and made Marcus swing forward almost losing balance.

Thwack! The second strike landed on the opposite buttock and was just as scathing.

Thwack! The third strike found it's original target and so the strikes alternated between buttocks. Kelly returned to her unseen masturbation as her friend continued to punish her teacher. After about twenty spanks, Samantha ordered Marcus to stand upright, but to keep his eyes closed. He complied immediately. The girl reviewed the evidence of her spanking, two firmly spanked buttocks, the colour of her crop top! She ran her fingers over the punished mounds gave a playful smack with the palm of her hand.

Samantha picked up the stray boxer shorts and put them in the carrier bag to take away as a souvenir. Once in the bag, Sam returned to the front of her male victim and cupped his now wilted penis. It was not long before he regained firmness.

"Do you like this Marcus? Do you like the way it feels to be groped by a girl?" Samantha teased.

"Yes, very much. You are very gentle," Marcus replied. With those words, Samantha increased her grip on his hardening member, "Owwwwww! That hurts."

"That is girl power Marcus. Who are better, girls or boys?" Samantha cajoled.

"Neither, there is no superior sex," Marcus stated. Samantha moved her attention to his testicles and applied a firm grip and squeezed tightly on the helpless bon bons. "Owwwwww! Stop it, you are hurting me," Marcus begged.

"Well tell me who are better then, boys or girls?"

"Okay, okay, girls are better. Girls are better than boys," Marcus said quietly, secretly turned on by this forced admission. Kelly almost came when she heard the man say those sacred words.

"Good boy, now you have learned something today. Should I reward him Kelly?" Samantha looked over at her friend, who nodded and said,
 
"Yes, he has been a good boy." Marcus was once again aware of the humiliation he was being subjected to, not only by the girl he liked so much, but also in front of one of her friends - another young girl. This humiliation was turning him on as was evidenced by his rigid cock.

"Okay, I want you to lie down on the floor - but keep those eyes closed. If you peak, I will have to spank you again. Marcus lay down on the floor and awaited further instructions. Samantha took off her jeans and crop top, leaving her in just a pink 32a bra and matching knickers. Samantha stood with her feet either side of her teacher's shoulders. "You may open your eyes now Marcus." With a flicker to readjust to the light, Marcus opened his eyes and saw the half naked tormentor standing above him. He looked over her body with frightening desire and saw the damp patch in the crotch of her panties lurking menacingly close to his face.

Samantha sat down on his chest and grabbed hold of his wrists before manoeuvring them so that her knees held his arms in place at his side. She moved one of her hands into the front of her knickers and teased her clitoris for a few seconds before running a finger along her damp little slit. Withdrawing her hand from her knickers, she ran her finger beneath Marcus's nose. He caught the familiar scent of an aroused young girl, which maintained his erection. The girl made him lick the arousal off her finger.

As Samantha reached back to grip his cock, Kelly was in the throws of pleasure as her prolonged masturbation brought her an expert orgasm. Samantha gripped the shaft firmly and rubbed up and down its length. She looked briefly at his face and said,

"Just relax baby, you are going to enjoy this. Why don't you close your eyes and just let it happen?" Submissively, Marcus closed his eyes and thought happy thoughts as the masturbation and climax to the plan unfolded.

Samantha and Kelly had visited a teenage website with sex and masturbation tips the previous night to gain some enhanced knowledge on what to do with an erect penis. Samantha was now putting those words into practice. However, it wasn't long before Samantha got uncomfortable in that position and she knew that she wouldn't have to restrain Marcus during this abuse. Sam turned around and faced now towards his cock - she wanted to see him come anyway.

Kelly, having refastened the button on her jeans, proceeded to take pictures unbeknown to Marcus. These pictures would later depict the utmost of pleasure on his face and the tell tale signs of arousal and pleasure at his cock.

The tip of Marcus's penis was coated in precome and allowed the dominant girl freely masturbate it, pulling the foreskin back and forth as she went. Kelly, bored with photographs by now, was eager to join in the final act of revenge on this man. She knelt down facing Samantha, between his legs and groped his testicles gently.

"Mmmm, mmmmmmmmm, hmmmm," Marcus moaned as his feelings grew inside his cock. The girls knew that it wouldn't be too long before he gave up his juice for them. Kelly ceased the groping of her teacher's testicles and moved round to talk to him.

"Mmmm," Kelly mocked her victim's moans as he writhed underneath her friend's bottom. "Does it feel good to be felt and wanked by a girl? Are we making you feel good to be male?"

"Mmmm, yes, it feels wonderful," Marcus replied, thoroughly genuine. If this was female domination, he loved it. "You are beautiful girls, how can a man say no?" Kelly giggled at this statement. Although she had a boyfriend, she fancied the pants off this man and was as turned on as he was. She still felt a dominance over him though as both girls were clothed and he was nude and exposed. That was a delicious feeling, along with being able to witness his milking.

Kelly added to his pleasure as she held her hand up to his nose. Marcus could smell another young vagina on her hand. He then became aware that she had been masturbating whilst he had his eyes closed. He looked lustfully into her eyes.

"You want to come don't you Marcus?" Kelly asked rhetorically as she allowed him to continue to sniff her fingers. "Lil boy wants to come." Samantha and Kelly giggled as the teasing continued.

The girls noticed that his breathing became more rapid and his moans more frequent and gathered that he was about to come. Kelly began the final tease,

"Tell me Marcus, what have you learned today?"

"Mmmm, what do you mean?" He responded.

"What have you learned about the sexes?" she reminded him.

"Mmmm, hmmm, I learned that girls are better than boys. I learned that the female is the superior sex," he moaned boyishly as his muscles tensed and an orgasm began to stir in his cock.

"Quick Kelly, his willy is about to explode," Sam announced. Kelly had a final look at her teacher's face and observed complete defeat on his face.

She then turned to face his cock and observed with girlish curiosity as a wad of wet and hot semen shot powerfully from his cock, almost reaching Samantha's knickers. With shock, she jumped off for fear of getting pregnant.

The girls giggled at each other as the orgasm subsided and the final trickles oozed from the tip of his glans. They watched mesmerised as the erection subsided and returned the cock to its normal size.

"Have you ever tasted a boy's come before Sam?" Kelly asked of her friend, scooping a little of the juice up onto her fingers.

"No," Samantha admitted, "have you?" Kelly shook her head and offered her fingers to her friend to try the taste. Sam accepted and the salty taste met her tongue for the first time. She didn't find it unpleasant and smiled at Marcus. Kelly then scooped another fingertip's worth onto her finger and tried it herself. She then smiled at Marcus.

Kelly went to retrieve two more items from her carrier bag as Samantha looked into her idol's eyes.

"That was cool, getting to see your willy, spanking you and then wanking you off Marcus. And you admitted that us girls are better. You have been a good boy," Samantha praised. Marcus smiled back.

"But not good enough," Kelly chirped, holding aloft two pairs of girls knickers - one her own, the other belonging to Sam. Marcus looked up as Kelly showed them to him and saw that they were used panties. She held them one by one to his nose teasingly. Samantha regained her position on his chest and again used her knees to hold his arms down and to (hopefully) restrain him.

Kelly began to rub the crotch of the panties into the fluid strewn across his belly. Marcus was slow to catch on and so did not make any fuss.

"What are you girls doing now?" he asked quietly.

"This is more evidence," Kelly said smugly. "We have taken a number of pictures of you this evening and now we have a sample of your sperm on our panties. If you don't do as we say, we'll hand these panties in at the Police station and say that you forced us to have sex with you." Marcus looked up at Samantha who was smiling at him with that impish grin of hers.

"W, why would you want to do that? We are even now aren't we? Do you girls hate me or something?" Marcus protested, weakly trying to shrug Samantha off his chest.

"No, we don't hate you, we both fancy the pants off you. And, we are not even. The girls have proven to be superior. Will you do as we say?" Samantha inquired victoriously.

"I guess I will have to. What do I have to do?"

"I want to continue seeing you and having fun with your willy and stuff. You could say that I want you to be my... my slave," Samantha continued and both girls giggled at him.

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Marcus had to agree and continued to see the girls on their terms until they felt it was time to let him find a proper girlfriend closer to his own age.

Marcus will return in further chapters if I feel the need to write them.


Any ideas out there on how to continue this saga? If so, please Email the TCP at [email protected]