Friday, July 27, Ellington He was my mentor that got me into town government. He was a great man, and a great public servant who will be sorely missed by the town.
Chapter 1 We started our return journey early in the morning, before the sunrise. Last night mom and I were so tired that by the time we had our dinner; we both were drooping. Although I was thinking about fucking my mom again during the night, as soon as I entered my sleeping bag I fell asleep.
We ate those biscuits before starting our return journey, but within half an hour after we started descending I was famished again. By ten in the morning, we were at our cabin.
Once inside I threw my gear in a corner and stretched on the floor. Mom looked at me sympathetically. She could understand that for a growing teenager of fifteen, few packs of biscuits were certainly not an ideal breakfast.
She offered me the last pack of biscuits she had left deliberately at the cabin. We stayed at the cabin only to freshen up. After resting a little, we took a nice dip at the creek and thoroughly washed our cum-soaked bodies and put on some new clothes.
Then we started again. We walked for the next two hours before I got the view of Mr. I took a sigh of relief. The inn was crowed as tourists had started pouring in. I ate ravenously; I think it was the best lunch of my life, never before I had felt so famished.
After lunch, we dropped our belongings in our car and about half an hour later we were at home. Both of us were very tired so throughout the remaining Sunday we did nothing but sleeping. After all, now I was the man of the house and therefore, I had every right to be in her bed.
Late at night mom woke me up for dinner. I ate dinner and again went back to sleep.
Sleep did wonders for me, and next morning I was fully recharged. When I woke up; mom was already gone to the gymnasium. She would be back by afternoon. I got ready for school. Breakfast was kept ready in the kitchen. After finishing my breakfast I came out and locked the door.
I knew my best friend Michael Wong, who lived next door, would be waiting for me, so I picked my bicycle and went to his house. Mike, as I called him was a childhood friend. The Wong family migrated from Hong Kong some ten years back.
His father was a math teacher at my school before he died in a car accident two years back. His mother was a receptionist working at a local publishing company. His family now had Mike, his mother Michelle and his elder sister Suzy. Suzy was one year older than Mike and one year senior to me in school.
Mike was my classmate. I remembered years back when Mike was new to school, some of the older students tried to bully him. I protected him from those rogue students and that laid the foundation of our friendship, which had grown over the years.
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