them biscuits?” I asked.
“Owen snuck them from the kitchen. They’re putting me on a diet. I only had dry meat and an apple for dinner.”
“Don’t you know, Mr. Hugo is a fine human being. A splendid fellow who’s looking out for your best interest!” I said.
“Bloody nonsense!
“Charles has the appetite of three men. How can he suffice on such paltry fair?” Owen asked.
Charles sure loved to eat. A boy with one hell of an appetite. I suppose we all had our appetites.
We gathered around the lantern, surrounding it like a campfire in the woods. The flicker of light shimmered into the darkness that engulfed us. We drank vodka and discussed things that may be trivial and nonsensical to adults, but to us boys, they were a glimmer of hope in a world that has neglected us. It was the simple things that mattered the most. Just pleasant conversation about even trivial matters would suffice in soothing our sanity amidst the madness that engulfed us on a daily basis.
Felix began talking about girls, a subject on the mind of any boy with raging hormones. We all used our imaginations. I really don’t know how many of us have actually done it. Felix claimed he came close, in the back seat of a sedan owned by Ms. Patty Livingsworth, the daughter of a wealthy diplomat who was away on some fact finding mission bureaucrats seem to be marvelous at. Felix managed to sneak out one night and go out for a ride in the streets of London. “We parked the car behind an old warehouse,” Felix said.
“And, and?” Charles asked impatiently.
“I’m getting there, you twit. As I was saying, we went to the backseat. We started kissing. It was getting hot and heavy. She was wearing a skirt. I was going to remove her knickers before she got all nervous and said ‘wait.’”
“What in bloody hell was she waiting for?” Owen asked.
“The hell do I know. Women are complicated as hell, I tell you. An enigma.”
“So what happened?” Charles asked again.
“We started necking again, before I heard a knock on the window. A bloody cop looking right at her tits, I tell you. I tried making a break for it. But they caught us before we even had a chance.”
I had to admit. I’d never been with a girl, either. Not that I wasn’t interested in them or anything. I certainly have an appreciation for the opposite sex. Women are certainly the more attractive of the species. I could attest to that considering I’ve seen the rest of the lads change in the locker room before our morning exercise. A not pleasant sight I can assure you. When I was younger, playing ball with my friends was the only thing that mattered. Hormones changed all that.
Puberty does the strangest things to a kid. That held true when I saw Hannah...Being around boys all the time, Hannah awakened a sense of arousal I’d never experienced before. I imagined her naked. I’d never seen a girl naked before, except the ones from the nudie magazines. “Say Thomas, you’ve ever been with a girl?” I asked.
“I suppose you mean make love?”
“Make love? Hey, get a load of this, guys. Making love. What a romantic,” I said.
“Oh, leave him alone. He’s a gentle soul looking for love, aren’t you, Thomas?” Owen said.
“I suppose.”
“Love is overrated,” I said.
“Why do you say that?” Thomas asked.
“I don’t know. I mean, how do you really know you’re in love? I mean, take Felix for instance.”
“Yes,” Felix said.
“That girl you were with. Did you like her?”
“Sure I guess.”
“Did you love her?”
“Absolutely not. “
“Well there you go.”
“That was lust,” Thomas said.
“Yea, but how can you tell the difference? Maybe love is just lust mixed with confusion and heartache,” I said
Thomas started getting visibly upset. He didn’t appreciate my critique of conceptual love. “There is more to love than just lust and f***ing.”
It was the first time I’d ever heard Thomas curse. I didn’t know he had it in
“Owen snuck them from the kitchen. They’re putting me on a diet. I only had dry meat and an apple for dinner.”
“Don’t you know, Mr. Hugo is a fine human being. A splendid fellow who’s looking out for your best interest!” I said.
“Bloody nonsense!
“Charles has the appetite of three men. How can he suffice on such paltry fair?” Owen asked.
Charles sure loved to eat. A boy with one hell of an appetite. I suppose we all had our appetites.
We gathered around the lantern, surrounding it like a campfire in the woods. The flicker of light shimmered into the darkness that engulfed us. We drank vodka and discussed things that may be trivial and nonsensical to adults, but to us boys, they were a glimmer of hope in a world that has neglected us. It was the simple things that mattered the most. Just pleasant conversation about even trivial matters would suffice in soothing our sanity amidst the madness that engulfed us on a daily basis.
Felix began talking about girls, a subject on the mind of any boy with raging hormones. We all used our imaginations. I really don’t know how many of us have actually done it. Felix claimed he came close, in the back seat of a sedan owned by Ms. Patty Livingsworth, the daughter of a wealthy diplomat who was away on some fact finding mission bureaucrats seem to be marvelous at. Felix managed to sneak out one night and go out for a ride in the streets of London. “We parked the car behind an old warehouse,” Felix said.
“And, and?” Charles asked impatiently.
“I’m getting there, you twit. As I was saying, we went to the backseat. We started kissing. It was getting hot and heavy. She was wearing a skirt. I was going to remove her knickers before she got all nervous and said ‘wait.’”
“What in bloody hell was she waiting for?” Owen asked.
“The hell do I know. Women are complicated as hell, I tell you. An enigma.”
“So what happened?” Charles asked again.
“We started necking again, before I heard a knock on the window. A bloody cop looking right at her tits, I tell you. I tried making a break for it. But they caught us before we even had a chance.”
I had to admit. I’d never been with a girl, either. Not that I wasn’t interested in them or anything. I certainly have an appreciation for the opposite sex. Women are certainly the more attractive of the species. I could attest to that considering I’ve seen the rest of the lads change in the locker room before our morning exercise. A not pleasant sight I can assure you. When I was younger, playing ball with my friends was the only thing that mattered. Hormones changed all that.
Puberty does the strangest things to a kid. That held true when I saw Hannah...Being around boys all the time, Hannah awakened a sense of arousal I’d never experienced before. I imagined her naked. I’d never seen a girl naked before, except the ones from the nudie magazines. “Say Thomas, you’ve ever been with a girl?” I asked.
“I suppose you mean make love?”
“Make love? Hey, get a load of this, guys. Making love. What a romantic,” I said.
“Oh, leave him alone. He’s a gentle soul looking for love, aren’t you, Thomas?” Owen said.
“I suppose.”
“Love is overrated,” I said.
“Why do you say that?” Thomas asked.
“I don’t know. I mean, how do you really know you’re in love? I mean, take Felix for instance.”
“Yes,” Felix said.
“That girl you were with. Did you like her?”
“Sure I guess.”
“Did you love her?”
“Absolutely not. “
“Well there you go.”
“That was lust,” Thomas said.
“Yea, but how can you tell the difference? Maybe love is just lust mixed with confusion and heartache,” I said
Thomas started getting visibly upset. He didn’t appreciate my critique of conceptual love. “There is more to love than just lust and f***ing.”
It was the first time I’d ever heard Thomas curse. I didn’t know he had it in
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