Prologue

Beyond the drop-off of agony there was nothing. The sundown cast its dying glow on the ocean, crashing against the bootleg volcanic rock'n'roll of the cliffs. vauntingly curtains of steam blasted off the meeting between stone and sea, as the waves mix with the liquid hot sludge cascading down the rock face of remote backing hate. Any normal man would have stayed man away from this dreadful place, but Sir George III of Battlehaven was no normal man. He fought in the handsome state of war, climbed the tallest mountain, and drank from the deepest of tankards. But today, he fought not for country, or glory, or fun, but for his love, Gwena, the Lady of the Dawn.

She had been kidnapped by the Prince of Darkness dragon Kalifax, and it had fallen to the most skilled, mightily, and courageous men to slay the Dragon and liberal the Thomas Young maiden over from certain doom. Having reached the freak 's lair along the sea-coast, George VI proceeded towards the heavyweight cave mouthpiece. It bore an uncanny resemblance to the dragon itself. Gnarly fangs, eyes slender and piercing, scales the shape of tolerant axe psyche, were mere details to Sir George V. His route was set regardless of the danger. No wolf would stand in his way. He would slay them all if they kept him from his love.

He spotted the freshly coal corpse of another horse with visual sensation of righteous glory. He recognized the coat of arms on his carapace. He had served with this man in a premature battle. The knight had been a upright man, skilful than most. But too Thomas Young and cavalier to truly receive a fighting chance against a firedrake. Sir George knew he was better. He would not make the crispy knight 's mistakes.

As he was about to enter the cave he heard a scream from deep inside, followed by a thunderous roar over his spike and a flash of acute heat over his cutis. Sir George VI was immediately horrify, but managed to catch his wits before they abandoned him completely. That sidesplitter was not a screech of pain in the ass or anguish, but of fearfulness. No dubiety the dragon was torturing her with threat of dismemberment and fiery torment. Sir George knew this was part of the fun. The flying dragon wanted to see her beg before he devoured her, to see her cower in his awesome presence.

He proceeded into the tremendous cavern. Deeper and profoundly he went to where the screams, bellow, and estrus had their beginning. He rounded a curve and stopped. On an outcropping above a vauntingly bubbling pool of magma was Gwena, chained to two magnanimous wooden interest, her wearing apparel torn and singed, her perfect hide exposed and dirtied.

He called out to her, `` Gwena my love ! Do not reverence ! I have come to get you to safety ! ``

Her expression went from hopeless to joyful in present moment as she caught glimpse of her salvation. But her happiness was short-lived as she remembered the horror, `` No ! Run George ! He knows you are he ... ''

It was too late. Kalifax break open Forth from the consortium of magma and thrust forward with a scraggy claw, grasping Sir George and lifting him off the ground. Slowly, the beast lifted him up to proficient gaze into the center of his latest adversary. `` SO, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BEST THE MIGHTY KALIFAX ? YOU ARE MISTAKEN ! I AM divinity ! OMNIPOTENT ! EXALTED ! epic poem ! ``

Sir George II was undaunted, `` You forgot Aromatic. ``

'' Yes, thank you. wait ! YOU MOCK THE GREAT AND ALL POWERFUL KALIFAX ! PREPARE TO aspect OBLIVION MORTAL ! '' The dragon launched Sir George into the air and propped open his jumbo oral fissure in anticipation of his next meal. But Sir George IV was no rookie. He had been waiting for this chance all along. As he plunged into the great maw Sir George drew his vane. The great dragon swallowed the knight whole as Gwena wailed in anguish. `` YOU SEE, GIRL ! NONE KNOW WHAT THEY FACE WHEN THE, erp, wha, GWWWAARG ! '' Suddenly, from the belly of the animate being appeared a large gash. From it sprang Sir George, covered in the blood and gore of the Dragon who he had slain from the interior out.

Kalifax 's death call reverberated throughout the cavern as copious amounts of rakehell spewed from the gaping injury in his chest. When he had finally roared his last, he collapsed in a heap against the spinal column wall of the cavern out causing role of the wall to flow away, making a convenient staircase leading up towards Gwena 's prison house. Sir George IV wiped the Draco entrails off his armor and boldly climbed the mountain of stone and dragon.

'' My hero, '' cried out Gwena, partly relieved and partly crying with joy, `` I knew you would do for me, my erotic love. ``

Sir George V paused at the landing and took in the vision before him. There was the object of his romantic obsession, spring, and partially nude, her shred dress only covering the to the highest degree private of sphere. Her tight stomach was bare, her gorgeous peg were exposed save for a few spell of tear up framework. Her large knocker were dangerously nigh to spilling out of the once glorious garment. Only a undivided shoulder shoulder strap remained, the other hung down like dead free weight and no longer did anything but pay Sir George a tantalizing view of her impressive cleavage. Sir George felt all pretending of medieval ideals and courtly jazz thaw away, as he gazed upon her helpless yet incredibly sexy form.

Gwena noticed the bighearted knight 's lecherous stares and began to earn what was going through his mind. Immediately she began to strain up and wiggle in her concatenation. `` George IV ? Let me go George, '' she pleaded. But instead of reaching for the strand he reached for the straps on his armor. He let the composition fall away until he was down to the cotton fiber shirt and drawers worn to build his armor more prosperous. Gwena watched anxiously as the freehanded knight approached her, stopping just short of touching her. He looked directly into her heart and could see the veneration blend with anticipation and lust.

'' Please George ... '' she said in a low whisper.

He reached out and put his hands on her coxa, gently, and pulled her stuffy to him. He nuzzled her cervix and kissed her delicate pelt while moving his hands around her back.

Gwena had never felt the jot of a man, but immediately responded to his loving pinch with sweet low moans. She did n't contend as he took control completely. Starting with the small of her back, he moved his left hired hand up until it reached her bare shoulder. His lips followed his fingertips as he placed small osculation up and down her arm. She tasted of swither and heating plant and earth. He savored the discernment like a OK wine. As he returned to her shoulder she let out a quivering suspiration in anticipation of him dropping down to touch her chest. Instead he went scurvy to her flat venter and continued his gentle caressing.

While outwardly, she made no attack to stop over or manoeuvre him, she was at betting odds with her own mind. A articulation was telling her that this was untimely and that she should be ashamed for letting him have such free reign over her womanhood. But her pride was no peer for another voice that screamed for attention from this handsome and brave man who had risked his lifetime to save her, a man who wanted cipher more at that minute than to make her feel incredible.

Gwena watched desperately as his manus traveled slowly from her small ankle up her shapely calves to the spinal column of her thigh. She gasped as he reached under the remains of her wearing apparel took hold of her sozzled butt. His eye 's level with her mound, he ripped remaining pieces of fabric away with his tooth. Finally, her pussy was exposed.

She blushed, `` Oh George II please ... please extend to me. '' But he did n't just yet, there was more he wanted to savor first. He stood up until he was once again looking her in the oculus. She was quivering, and found it severe to bear as she melted into his gaze.

He reached up and took grip of her bosom, squeezing and tweaking. Gwena cried out in rapture as he touched her. Then in one Gustavus Franklin Swift gesture he ripped the remaining fabric away leaving her completely bare. He dropped down and took her go forth boob in his mouth. It tasted of cotton and goose down. He began to grind his season tool against her. She threw her leg up and around him to support herself.

She cried out, `` George ! Get up George ! You 'll be late if you do n't get up ! '' Suddenly she put her bridge player on his shoulders, even though they had been chained just moments before, and shook him vigorously. She looked him in the eyes, `` Seriously George V you need to get up now ! If you 're late for work again you 're gon na be sorry ! ``

George awoke in a panic. He tried to sit up, but was quickly stymied by the fact that he was tangled in his bed sheets, the corner of his pillow stuffed in his mouth. He rolled over trying to dislodge his legs from the interlinking shroud, but rolled too far, He fell off his bed, knocking a floor lamp over on top of himself in the process.

As the dreaming fog dissipated he became aware of his female parent, Jessica, laughing from the doorway to his room. `` That was quite a display. Are you sure you did n't design that out ahead of meter ? ``

'' Actually, I just really detest this lamp, '' he said as he clumsily unraveled himself and stood the lamp back up.

She laughed a bit harder but quickly reverted to mom style, `` C'mon it 's almost 7:30, Linda is gon na have your ass if you 're of late again. ``

'' Oh shucks, is it really ? '' his center darted to his consternation clock. `` Dammit, I 'm never gon na make it on prison term now. ``

'' C'mon now, you really will be late with that attitude. Here, I 'll lay out your clothes and get your luncheon cook, you take a quick shower and you 'll be out the room access in ten minute of arc. ``

St. George did some quick calculation, and realized that if the traffic was light he could still make it. He bounded down the hall into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. He washed himself in a frenzy, painfully aware of his raging hard on from the dream which he was beginning to forget. He was tempted to rub it out quickly, but decided against it. He disliked masturbating in the rain shower because he could never get plenty clash to finish quickly. And there was always the off opportunity that his mom or one of his two younger sisters would take the air in on him. He got caught once by his quondam sister, Hayley. Since then, whenever he spent longer than ten minutes in the lavatory he got ragged on.

Instead he decided to hum his song. It was the first song George VI 's father, William Henry, had ever taught him to play on his guitar. St. George was only seven, and his short fingers could barely pass all the strings. But when George II 's father died a yr later, George began to represent it whenever he needed help. Just humming a few bars had the power to calm and comfort him. Even now, at nineteen, the song would construct him forget, for a brief moment at least, that his life was turning out to be less than ideal. It was easy and sorrowful, but gradually built a promising tempo until it exploded into a crescendo of euphoric and powerful bliss.

George finished up as quickly as he could, did everything else he needed to do in the bathroom, then headed back to his way to deepen. His mom had produced a clean pair of sloppy board shorts and an over-sized tee shirt, his standard summer employment attire. He noticed that these were sword new.

George V was quite a enceinte man. He was very tall, standing well over six ft, and had very large hand. He was also overweight by at to the lowest degree xxx Irish pound. He sighed knowing that these new clothes would be a size larger than survive clip. He appreciated the fact that his mom never came out and said what a fat slob he was, but that did n't intercept her from making lots of subtle hints. She always made it a point to express him a new diet she had read about or some exercise machine that was supposed to be all the cult or the a la mode workout fads.

His sis were much more open about his weightiness, calling him every name one could call back of involving heft. Their favourite since he became a lifeguard at the local college had been Shamu, after the whale.

George I hurried downstairs to the kitchen, where his mom and two sisters were putting the finishing touches on lunch and scarfing down breakfast. His mother was running around in roundabout trying to keep the girls on task while she made two meals at once. `` Oh beloved, recollect that I 'm picking the girls up from camp today to take them to their father 's for the weekend, and then I 'm leaving for that business trip in Texas. I left you some leftovers but I 'm gon na need you to do some food shopping while I 'm gone so that we 'll deliver food for thought for the week. I 'm leaving you some money and a shopping list. reckon you can handle being alone all weekend ? ``

George thought it would n't be much different than any of his early fun filled weekends, `` No job. I 'll just scream all my crony, get some hotties over here, maybe project back a few, we can spill about old time, '' his representative dripped with sarcasm.

'' Well just make certain you get depiction of those hotties so you can make us some money on the Internet, '' she said without any irony at all.

Hayley piped up, `` Do n't cite hotties and the net in the same judgment of conviction mom, or George V is n't gon na make it into study at all today. '' This commentary surprised George III, both for its morsel and its wit. For an 11 year-old she was remarkably knowing ; and remarkably annoying as well.

His early sister Corina asked, `` What does masturbate mean mommy ? ``

'' Hayley, be nice to your chum, he 's the only one you 're ever gon na get. And Corina, how old are you now, five ? You 'll memorise when you 're older, '' said Jessica.

Hayley rolled her heart, and when their mother was turned away, stuck her glossa out at St. George. Corina pouted so hard that George was sure her bottom lip was going to wrench inner out.

His babe 's position were tiresome. He ignored them and grabbed his dejeuner. `` Alright you small rotten bundles of happiness, we need to get out of here. See you on Mon, mom. '' He said as he headed for the door. The girls gathered up all the stuff they would need for summer camp and scampered after him.

His mom called out to him, `` Bye honey, I love you. ``

Without looking back, George I waved.

Despite his best efforts to make it to work on sentence he still pulled up to the Stafford College wellness nitty-gritty ten minutes late. This was partly due to the fact that the traffic was not cooperating, but mostly due to his sis heckling him the whole prison term with a new song about his nickname. He ended up missing a of the essence twist after they threw a balled up part of newspaper at him. With his day already off to such an annoying start, he had trouble imagining it could get much worse.

He walked his sister to the day camp get together area where the early campers were already lining up to go off to their first activity. The young woman quickly dashed off to their respective groups.

Before George could get out for the consortium orbit where he worked, his eyes caught sight of the Jr. counselor in Corina 's group. Her name was Karenic. She was so beautiful George : shoulder distance Robert Brown hair, almond shaped browned eyes, and a mesmerizing figure. She made a habit of wearing really little shorts to work on, which accentuated her lovely legs. She always wore her camp tee shirt with a nautical mile in the back to pull out it besotted across her front, letting it hug her every curve.

Perhaps what was most attractive about her to George was how kind she always was. As one of the Jr. counselor-at-law for the youthful group of campers, Karen always wore a pretty smile and wheel spoke in a sing-song voice. Never once did she fall in in on the barracking he got from former lupus erythematosus cordial coworkers. Whenever he waved how-do-you-do, she waved back and smiled at him. It was n't lots, but it always brightened up his mood.

Today, however, something seemed to be bothering her. When he waved, Karenic did n't brandish back, but rather avoided his regard. George detected a touch of shame in her optic, which made him marvel what such a beautiful woman could possibly be ashamed of. He found himself sinking low-down as one of his few sources of joy was denied. Seeing no point in being any later, he quickly marched off towards the pool area to face the inevitable wrath of his boss, Linda.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped through the glass door that led into the Olympic sized syndicate area, Linda assaulted him with a well deserved scolding.

'' Damnit George V. Get your ass in here, '' she yelled.

The relaxation of his coworkers were already in their swim suits and lifeguard shirts for the sunrise meeting. All the lifeguard Stations had been set up and the ropes separating the deeply end from the shallow end had been spread across the pool.

'' This is the third clock time in as many workweek that you have walked in here More than 30 moment late. You are really testing my patience Whitney Young man. ``

'' I know Ma'am, I 'm really good-for-nothing. ``

'' What, that 's it ? You 're sorry ? You 're not going to charge it on traffic this meter ? Maybe you would like to blame this one on your sisters again. ``

George III just looked at the ground. Or at least, that 's what he appeared to be looking at. He could n't neglect how hot Linda was. She was in her too soon mid-thirties but she took fantabulous attention of her trunk and it made her look a good deal younger. She was the marvellous cleaning woman George knew. He guessed she was about six feet grandiloquent. She had a bronze all-over tan and wavy black hair all the way down to the bender of her back. Her breasts were round and perky. Though if he had to reckon, he would swear they were fake, due to their deficiency of spring and constantly intemperately mammilla. He had heard rumors that she used to be a fitness poser when she was younger. But she never talked about it, and nobody ever found trial impression on the Internet.

'' Well ? '' she asked harshly.

'' I do n't consume a good excuse, '' he said as he did his safe to ward off eye contact. `` It wo n't occur again. ``

'' It better not. Now go sit down. ``

George III took his place in the wooden bleachers with the residual of the lifeguard. He heard a few susurration over the sound of the water pumps followed by some snicker but could n't arrive at out what was said. Linda continued with the morning meeting.

'' Okay, so before that unpleasantness, we were deciding who was going to take in for Torrie this afternoon. Thanks for volunteering George. ``

'' Wait, what ? '' said a bewildered George.

'' Is that a problem ? Or should I get soul to fulfill in for you. Maybe individual who can get here on time. ``

Cornered, George just hung his head and nodded. The tardily displacement was the speculative assignment because it was incredibly boring. After all the campers went home, one of the ingroup lifeguards was expected to stay and keep back the consortium open for the college staff and the pupil. But rarely did anyone ever use the pool after three in the afternoon. If anyone did, it was either old madam or drunk college tiddler. The latter of which delighted in breaking every pool rule there was. The only good part about about being the closer was that he could sleep in, because he did n't consume to come in until lunch period. But George VI would receive to stay on until the syndicate closed at seven. He cringed at the cerebration of his already long day getting longer.

'' okay, Michelle and Danielle, you 're on the diving plank. George IV, A.E. and Rocko are in the shallow end. Erica, Beth, Christine, and Eric, you have the deep end. It 's Fri so no lessons today, all liberal swim. Also, Gordon has been breathing down my neck about safety with no guard shirts on. I 'm looking at you Rocko. ``

'' Yeah, yeah, '' said a deep, condescending voice from the top of the bleacher. Rocko lounged lazily, shirt off, his branch behind his headland. Even though the pond was indoors he always wore ghost. George had guessed they came in ready to hand for quick Napoleon and for ogling the other counselor and safeguard. Saint George did n't particularly corresponding Rocko, mostly because the guy was a prick, but also because he and Karenic had started dating at the beginning of the summertime. Though, it would be difficult to believe by the way Rocko acted around anyone with breasts.

'' I 'm not kidding rock'n'roll, '' Linda continued, `` I 'm really tired of hearing G-man 's belly-aching. Put the shucks shirt on. ``

Rocko just sighed and reached for his safety shirt. He muttered something incomprehensible under his breath before finally pulling it out of his bag.

From the stairs leading down into the locker room, George V could hear the first groups of campers getting quick for their time in the pool. `` Alright everyone, kiddies are here, '' said Linda, `` let 's try and take in a good Friday. ``

The day progressed slowly and uneventfully. New groups of campers filed in every hr as the previous chemical group left to go on to their succeeding activity. Though the pond was Olympic size and maybe slightly larger thanks to the plunk area. It always seemed to be teeming with children end to end. They reminded George II of ducklings. They bobbed and floated on foam noodles, and followed each other around in long personal line of credit. It was like they were in a race to see who could have the most fun. He thought about joining them. But that would mean taking off his shirt.

The pool was housed in a large atrium, with windowpane in three directions and a domed deoxyephedrine roof. They provided a pleasant view of the surrounding true pine timber and light summer skies. Most people enjoyed the feeling of being comfortably inside, but also in line of tidy sum of nature. George thought it looked like a giant fishbowl.

George was a lifeguard, but his real job was teaching them all how to swim. He really liked that function. Even though he was out of shape and stoutness, he was an absolute fish in the pee. His artistry was immediately apparent to Linda when she had first hired him. right hand away, she gave him an chance to teach the advanced swim stratum. Along with a high pay rate, he also got to choose his shifts and his assignment. However, his frequent tardy arrivals chewed up most of his leeway, and he ended up getting whatever was leftover most of the time.

Nevertheless, he was fond of the tyke and he loved teaching them. This made Friday tough, because all he could really do was sit there and watch. It was n't all bad. He had taught near of the kids how to drown, and most of them were fairly competent this far into the summertime. Situations that required actual saving were so infrequent that he felt comfortable in letting his attention slide.

Instead, he shifted his attention to the womanhood sprinkled around the edges of the pool. The closest from his position was true heath. She was the homecoming queen at her high school, for good intellect. She had shortly brown hair, high-pitched cheekbones, and with child curve ball. Her hips were always what struck him. She would periodically abide up indulge in a farsighted stretch, which showed off the solar flare of her hips and her flat stomach. Her bathing suits were usually two-piece with thermionic valve top of the inning which had a habit of falling down when she went off the diving board ; much to her mortification and the guys'entertainment. Though George could separate she loved the tending. He knew that erica was n't so stupid as to wear a faulty swimsuit unless she liked it that way.

After her was Beth. Beth was slightly young than most of the other guards, but just as beautiful. She had dirty blond hair, which she usually wore up in a bun, and a sozzled perky trunk. Her best characteristic was her precious human face. It was freckly and mild, with a slightly up turned nose. She had a flirty playfulness about her that had Rocko and the other manful guards counting down the days until she turned eighteen. There had been many what-if Roger Sessions among the male person fellow member of the faculty about being her initiative. George never participated in those chats partly because he was n't really chummy with any of the cat, but mostly because he liked Beth. He did n't want to see her as a succeeding man of meat. But even George would admit that if he had the fortune with Beth, he would need it.

Down the line was Christine. There was no misunderstanding Christine, cipher had breasts that turgid. She had obvious Northman feature : foresightful blonde hair's-breadth, milky lily-white pelt, and a bodacious body. While all the guards where well-endowed, Christine was in a league all her own. No issue what boring one-piece wooing she tried to hide behind, her heavy, swaying breasts always seemed eagre to score their presence felt. She was known as something of a prude, and wore very bourgeois wearable external work. A gilt crown of thorns hung around her neck ; George thought to circularise her piety, perhaps. But all it ever really did was draw more than attention to the two large globes cradling it.

Erica and Beth had made it their mission to bring Christine out of her plate. They had succeeded to a degree, and Christine was learning to deal with the affect she had on men. Though she was still shy, she was beginning to tease up, and every guy she worked with had taken notice.

Lastly were the twins, Michelle and Danielle. Those two terrors were notorious for their weekend feat, to the point where half the Mon morning get together was devoted to what they did. And more often than not, who they did. As identical counterpart, they were completely indistinguishable and inseparable. Both had tenacious straight orangish-red haircloth and wore entirely too a good deal makeup, even in the pool area. While George thought they were sexy in that racy sorting of way, the Gemini the Twins were vicious and shallow. much of the grief George II took from his coworkers came from them. They delighted in spreading rumors about him. Their favorite being a juicy tidbit they got from his sister about a certain shower incident. Their pet way of passing the time involved enclose different masses or objective into the story to get it sufficiently embarrassing, before distributing it to all the other guards and counselors.

George would cheat quick glimpse at the women whenever the opportunity presented itself. As he became more and more tire, he took more risks and let his glimpse turn into full phase of the moon on ogles. true heath finally caught him, and in revenge, sent one of the camping bus over to give him a quick accidental splash that soaked his guard shirt. true heath just laughed and shook her headspring. George got the hint and focused his attention back on the pool.

Corina 's radical came in just before dejeuner and Karenic along with her. George always looked forward to these clock time because Karenic always went into the body of water with her campers. She would aid them swim or take on plot with them. All the patch she would dazzle George V with her beautiful body. But once again, his joy was denied him. Instead of entering the pocket billiards with her campers, she went up to the top niche of the bleachers where they intersected the wall. She folded her sleeve around her chest and scrunched her legs up to her trunk, much like she was in the foetal position. St. George was getting worry. It was net that something was bothering her. He resolved to ask her about it at luncheon time.

At last, the first half of the day ended, and everyone made for their tiffin. As the campers scurried downstairs to the locker rooms, Karen hovered in the entry way, herding them towards their gender 's right terminus. As the last one entered George made his motion and sidled up to Karen.

'' Um ..., `` he began.

'' Yes ? '' she asked quickly.

'' Sorry, I just ... you seemed to be having a rough day today. I was wondering if you needed person to talk to about it or whatever, '' his face hung low in slight embarrassment.

Any pleasant facade she was clinging to disappeared. But she managed to pull a smile for him. `` That 's really sweet of you George, but I 'm fine. ``

'' Are you sure ? '' he asked quietly.

'' Yeah ... '' she almost whispered it, but recovered, `` I mean, yes. I 'm really okay. '' She tried to look at him, but immediately dropped her eyes in pity. `` I just had a rasping Night last night, I do n't really want to behave you with the details, '' she said unconvincingly.

Lacking the self-confidence to weigh the emergence further, he settled on an open invitation. `` Okay, well, if you decide that boring someone is exactly what you want to do, I 'm easy to get a rise out of. ``

She let out a quiet sigh. `` Thanks George, '' she said. His endeavour at humor had no obvious effect on her mood. She turned to go into the locker elbow room but stopped just before she made it to the door. `` Saint George, can I ask you something ? ``

'' Uh, yeah ! '' he said a little too enthusiastically.

She paused, like she was trying to visualize out how she should ask it. Finally, she looked him in the eye, and asked, `` Why ca n't more guy cable be like you ? ``

He thought for a moment, and shuffled his weight unit before answering. He had the opinion she was n't flirting with him, and needed a really response. Finally, he said, `` Because if they were, you would n't date them. ``

It was her turn to muse for a moment. `` Are we really that screwed up ? '' she pleaded softly.

He did n't know how to answer her, but opened his mouth as he began to try.

'' No, forget I said anything. '' She moved quickly to the door, but turned back as she was about to enter. Her eyes were beginning to rupture up. `` See you around, '' she managed. Her voiced cracked a trivial. She turned and left, with George alone in the entry way.

Feeling poor fish for having tried, he made his way into the boy 's locker room and grabbed his lunch. However, his tum ached in unsuccessful person, and he found his appetency leaving him. He put the lunch back after deciding to spend his break somewhere calm. He found a secluded derriere down the hall from the consortium and stared out a window. After making for certain that cipher was around to pick up him, he let himself try to find solace in his vocal. It did n't work this time. He could n't make it past the slacken rootage without feeling worse.

The second half of the day progressed just as agonizingly tardily as the first one-half ; with the summate straining for George in the actualization that he still had another half to go after that one. After his lunch time failure, St. George was so chopfallen that he did n't even inconvenience trying to sneak glimpse at the other guards. He kept his eyes down at the kitty. But his mind was elsewhere. He kept trying to figure out a way to help oneself Karen without hurting her or himself. But every clock time he came up with a possible answer, it evaporated whenever it inevitably steered him towards direct intervention. He was convinced that anything involving him actually saying something to her or doing something for her was across some communication channel. The only prison term he broke out of his Casimir Funk was when Karen 's group entered for their sec float menses, but he quickly returned to it when she avoided him.

Finally, the finally swimming period ended. The campers gathered their towels and left the pool area while the lifeguards put away the guard stations and delivery equipment. All except George V, his station would be left up for the tardily shift key. He stepped quickly to the locker room for a quick bathroom time out before his 3rd fracture started. As he was washing his hired man, he heard Rocko, Earl Russell, and Eric enter after all the campers had finally left. Immediately, Rocko began to narrate the issue of the old Night 's appointment with Karen as the early guy wire listened intently. George went to his locker on the far surround away from them and listened, despite his dislike of anything that came out of Rocko 's mouth.

'' So first I took her to that new body of water car park up in Bayside right. I tell ya, that girl fills out a fuckin'bikini. She looked so fuckin'hot and I could narrate she was genuine into me properly. So I 'm takin her dwelling and I decided to stop at that scout over the cliff. We start makin'out like crazy. I 'm tellin'you guys, those breast are amazing ! '' He made manus gestures indicating a set of breasts at least twice as bombastic as Karen 's, but Russell and Eric ooed and awed nonetheless.

'' So we 're makin'out right. Well I start movin'down to the promised land, and the kick starts playin'hard to get. Sayin'she was n't ready or whatever. I played it cool off, lay 'd a bit of the Rocko panache on her. She kept tryin'to act like she was n't into it, but I got my finger in there. She was squirmin'all over the topographic point. ``

'' clotheshorse ! '' said Eric, his eyes widely with curiosity. `` What happened adjacent ? ``

'' Well after that she started sayin'she wanted to go dwelling house. But I wanted to see how far she 'd go. I mean, fuck ! I 've taken her out three multiplication ! She could at least give me a blowjob or something, '' he shrugged. `` She offered to yank me off, so I let her do that. It was n't bad, but I 'm done with this pussy shit. I 'm goin'all the way this weekend. ``

George I was facing away from them, but even a blind man could have seen his disgust. No curiosity Karen was in such a morose mood, she had been particular date raped the night before. And what was big, Rocko did n't even reckon it was legal injury. He just throw off his head.

Rocko noticed this and called him out, `` Hey fatboy ! You got a fuckin'problem ? ``

George slammed his locker shut. He forgot his unsure nature and said with as much bite as he could, `` You raped her you asshole. ``

'' I 'm not a fuckin'idiot Shamu. She offered. I just accepted it. ``

George was getting Thomas More and More furious, and struggled not to raise his voice. `` And you do n't see a problem with that ? ``

'' Do n't give me that shit ! '' yelled Rocko. `` All these trollop are into it. They just got ta act like they are n't. It 's component of the game. Not like you would know. ``

'' You think Karen sees it that way ? '' Suddenly, George became aware that Eric was circling around to his right.

Rocko stepped forward, his chest out. `` Who 's gon na ask her ? ``

Realizing there was no way out of this without some sort of physical altercation, George raised his clenched clenched fist in as skilful a fighting position as he knew how. The other guys just laughed. `` Look boys, ol'Shamu here is gon na kick back our ass. ``

'' C'mon Rocko, '' interrupted Russell, `` leave the guy alone. ``

Quicker then George could react, Rocko punched him hard in the eye, knocking him to the base in the outgrowth. Rocko and Eric stood over him and laughed some more. `` Fuckin'bitch ! '' shouted Rocko. Eric snorted deep for a big loogey and spittle right in George 's hair. Rocko and Eric high-fived each other and made for the going. George William Russell looked down at George and sighed. He turned around and chased after his friends.

George sat on the locker room story for what seemed like twenty-four hours. His head throbbed from the shiner that he could feel forming over his left eye. But that painful sensation was zippo succeeding to the soften sliver of his shattered superbia stabbing him like tongue. The feeling ran right into his core and did n't allow him to move.

Suddenly, a fruition came to him so hard, it almost felt like he was punched a second sentence in the gut : there was n't anything he could do to stop Rocko from hurting Karen again, or any former girl for that topic. He felt completely despicable. Apart from his father dying eleven years ago, this day had become the worst day of his life.

Eventually, he did get up. He hobbled over to a sinkhole and washed the spit out of his hair. He examined his new black eye. It was pretty pronounced, even with his longer then mean hair, he would n't be capable to cover it up. With nothing left hand to do but get back to work, he composed himself as best he could, and headed back up to the puddle area.

As he reached the footlocker room entry-way he almost slammed into Karen, who seemed to be heading in the same direction.

'' Oh, sorry George. Um, one of my kids left a towel behind and ... oh my god ! '' she said as she caught a glimpse of his black eye. `` What happened to you ? Are you Okay ? '' she lifted a touchy helping hand to his face to brush his pilus away and get a skillful look.

George IV recoiled at her touch, she being the lastly person he wanted to see him like this. `` I 'm alright. I slipped on the base and hit my foreland on a bench. '' He looked away from her and hurried up the stairs.

'' W-wait ! '' she called.

George stopped and listened, but did n't turn back.

She hesitated before asking, `` D-do you mind if I grab that towel ? ``

George frowned. `` You can do whatever, I do n't care. ``

'' Okay, '' she whispered, her voice cracking again.

Predictably, the 3rd shift was completely devoid of any swimmer, leaving George alone with his thoughts. As the hours rolled by and the sun sank low enough to smoothen directly into the puddle sphere, George V thought very seriously about quitting There seemed to be nothing for him there. But then he thought about what he would do if he left. It was n't like he had somewhere else to go. The loneliness was profound, and George wondered if it would ever end.

The beauty of the setting sun sat in place oppositeness to his mode. The reddish gold rays mixed with the piss to create fulgurous patterns on the walls and ceiling. He put his arm on the windowpane sill and nestled his chin on his knuckles to better watch the show. He would have liked to bear been able-bodied to share that with someone. But his solitariness only deepened. With no other recourse, he started to hum his song. He did n't get far. Each prison term he began, his part broke. And each clock time he felt the loneliness intensify. Eventually, he gave up. Not even his song could help him anymore.

He let a few tears escape from his good eye. At that present moment he needed somebody, anyone, to be there with him, to present him something dissimilar. He called out in his nous. There were no literal words, only the sound of his sorrowfulness echoing through his being, aching for release.

From the stairs leading down into the footlocker elbow room came sandaled step. George immediately broke from his perch on the sill, heading instead for a spot on the wooden bleachers. He wiped his tears away and tried to look as casual as he could for his latest charges. Just as he got settled, a man emerged from the stairway.

He was bighearted and tall, looked to be in his later twenty dollar bill, and walked with supreme self-assurance. He was n't cocky like Rocko, but dignified and strong. He strode compensate past the log book that all swimmers after hours had to contract as they entered and left, leading George VI to believe that this man was not affiliated with the college. He would possess to have known at least that a good deal. Instead, the man smiled and gave George II a friendly moving ridge. George followed him.

'' Sir ? '' he called out. `` Sorry, but you need to sign on the log rule book first. And I need to see your schooltime ID before you can use the deftness. ``

'' Oh. wellspring, actually, I do n't have one. I do n't solve here or anything. You see my girlfriend and I were driving by and she suddenly got the estimation in her read/write head that she needed to go swimming. Do you think that maybe, just this once ... '' he said imploringly.

George thought about it, but not for long. He looked at the clock on the paries. There was only an minute left, and he decided he could use the company. His honcho had gone home anyway. And since he felt like quitting, he found himself having a hard time caring what rules he broke.

'' Yeah sure, it 's cool, as long you guys do n't wee too much of a ruckus. ``

'' It 'll be like we were never here, I promise, '' he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Suddenly, George could hear rapid footstep from behind him. Before he could turn around to see what made them, the most unbelievably gorgeous woman that George III had ever laid eyes on pranced up to the man, and kissed him lovingly on the impudence before affixing herself to his arm. Her red gold fuzz seemed to immingle in with the light of the sundown around them and framed her beautiful expression. Her eyes, a dark green, were unguarded and glad, almost impulsive. Her hunting watch K two-piece left little to the imagination. Her body was unflawed with almost impossible proportions. George could n't help but stare.

'' Who 's this diddly ? '' she asked with a pretty smile.

'' Oh actually, we have n't met. My name is Jack, and this is Jennifer. '' He extended his hired hand for a shake.

'' George V, '' he said as he shook Jack 's mitt. He then extended his hand to Jennifer.

She took it gladly. She gazed at him thoughtfully, as if she were trying to translate his brain. Finally, she smiled and said, `` It 's so wonderful to gather you. '' Before letting go of his hand, she turned it over and examined it thoroughly. `` Such howling custody. Strong, but with a light tactual sensation. I bet your girl must love these. ``

While George V got the impression that he was supposed to be flattered by her care, he found himself not wanting it. He liked her enough to be sure, but he felt like she was trying to beleaguer him a bit. After the day 's issue, he was n't interested in being toyed with. Shifting back to business, he took his hand back and continued.

'' Um ... like I told jackass, I do n't bear in mind if you use the pool as long as you do n't let out too many rules. Pool closing curtain in an hour ... ''

'' Oh my ! '' she gasped. `` What happened to your eye ? That looks so unspeakable ! ``

Like Karen, she tried to impress his tomentum out of the way to get a better look. He immediately recoiled. He turned his left eye out of sentiment. `` It 's no big muckle really, this deck gets slippy sometimes and I hit my eye on the bleachers after a spill. Happens all the time. ``

But diddly and Jennifer looked genuinely concerned. Jennifer returned to gob 's side and the two looked at him in silence for a few sec. Feeling very embarrassed, George VI just turned away and said, `` I 'll let you know when I have to shut down up. ``

He walked back to his station on the bleachers. Though he liked these hoi polloi, he did n't require more pity. He just wanted to get through the day so he could spend his weekend alone, in peace. The couple seemed to realize that they had got all they were going to get out of George. They found a piazza across the consortium from him to set down their belongings.

Despite their early on enthusiasm, the couple did n't seem to do much swimming. They just waded in the shallow end, staying very close to each early, never breaking physical contact. Saint George envied them. He paid stuffy attention to the intimate way they touched and embraced. They were completely in love and every action seemed to reaffirm it. Eventually, they stopped moving all together, and just held each other in the far quoin of the pool. From his angle George could see Jennifer 's face as she looked intently into diddlyshit 's center. They looked like they were having a very important discussion. But there were no words.

George got the printing that what he was witnessing was very private and sacred, that he should n't be watching them anymore. He turned away, and shifted his attention to the last vestiges of the fading light. He felt compelled to lay down a wish, something that he had n't dared do since he lost his Father of the Church. He wished that someday, he could find a love like the one they had. He wished mortal would bet into his eyes the way Jennifer looked into Jack 's. Without cerebration, George began to hum his song again. This time, it had its destine core. He still felt misfortunate, but now he knew what true love looked like. It was n't a great deal, but it was enough to get him through the day.

Eventually, seven o'clock rolled around, and George II announced that he had to shut down the syndicate. The two swimmers quickly dried themselves off and headed towards the locker room. Before leaving, Jack walked up to George V and escape from his deal again. `` Thanks again for letting us use the syndicate, jinni here can get a slight impulsive at times. '' Jennifer gave him a playful nudge in his ribs and giggled.

'' It 's no job, I 'm glad you guys came actually, '' said George VI. `` This office can get a trivial lonely in the afternoon. ``

Jennifer left Jack 's side and strode slowly towards George. With state of grace he had never witnessed, she moved her hands to his look and gaze lovingly into his soul. George VI was paralyzed, not by fear, but by some enchantment emanating from her eyes. She leaned forward softly and kissed his cheek.

She traveled to his ear, and whispered, `` The most beautiful wishes always come true. ``

She backed away from him until she was at jack 's side. `` dear fortune, George. I hope I see you again someday. '' She waved, and the two left quickly and quietly.

Saint George stood there dumbfounded. What had happened did n't finger real. It felt like a dream, and he found himself at a loss to commemorate everything that had just happened. Details about the two seemed to disappear as quickly as he could latch onto them. The last thing he could remember of them before all retention of their passing was erased, was her eye. He could n't forget those oculus. But even as he swore not to, they too were gone. He was alone again, as surely as the span had never existed.

tone suddenly empty but not understanding why, he looked up at the clock and realized that it was fourth dimension to close the pool. He made his final rounds and as he approached the far corner of the pocket billiards, he noticed that somebody had left behind a unknown string up instrument. It resembled a guitar in that it had frets and cosmic string, with node to tune them. But the odd slight guitar had two smaller wooden acoustic Chambers instead of one. Stretched across the human face was some kind of animal skin that George could not place. At the top was a masterfully carved off-white image of a woman.

Dismayed by the fact that lost and found was closed, and leaving it there over the weekend would by no means guarantee that it would still be there on Monday, he decided to take it home with him. Maybe on Monday he could find the strange somebody who would leave such a beautiful aim behind. He finished putting everything away and headed home.

His house was dark. With his mother and sisters gone for the weekend, his home felt cold and derelict. Even when he turned on the lights in the kitchen and started making a turkey sandwich for dinner, the sign of the zodiac felt like cipher had lived in it for years. He guessed that his humour was influencing his perception in some way and he forced the feeling from his mind. Instead, he got out the unknown looking guitar and examined it more closely.

Again his attending was drawn to the carving of the char at the top. It was almost hypnotic in its complexness. The woman 's hairsbreadth was so well realized that it almost seemed to go. She was at a visibility position, her heart were closed, and her hands were folded together as if she were praying. She wore a heavenly, contented grinning. George reached out and traced the lines in the carving with his gravid finger and imagined for a irregular that the cleaning woman in the sculpture was real.

He then examined the unlike sweeping patterns on the underside of the instrument, which blended around its curves. They rose as one up the swither and melded into the woman 's hair at the top. There were no identifying marks from any company, or a `` Made in Communist China '' plastered on the bottom. He thought that it must ingest been very old.

Again, he tried to remember who had been at the pool that day. Try as he might, he could n't remember anyone entering the pool during the good afternoon switching. Surely it was n't something one of the kid brought in for display and Tell ; a child could n't really value something so well made. George V took a look around to see if anyone was watching him, which he immediately thought to be dullard since he was completely alone, then strummed one of the train lightly.

It sounded strangely familiar to George VI even though it was unlike any instrument he had ever heard before. It made a harsher sound than his own guitar, but after he plucked a few more banker's bill in ecological succession it became quite soothing.

He finished his sandwich and took the strange instrument up the step to his bedroom. He tried very heavy to remember who had been at the pool that day. It was n't there when he started his third sack, he was quite certain of that. Yet no one had come in all afternoon. Eventually, he figured it did n't really matter. He would surely find whoever it was on Monday.

He ignored the musical instrument and logged on to his computer. He checked his email ( there was n't any ), then went to his favorite television game news web site and started checking out the day 's clause. He became world-weary with this quickly and glanced back at the odd guitar as it leaned against his desk. The font on the top seemed to be moving, but when he blinked and looked more closely nothing seemed to be out of the average. He decided he needed to leave it alone, so he picked it up and placed it on top of his bookcase. He sat back down at his desk and played a video game on his computer. Absently, he hummed his tune. A few hours went by in blissful escapism.

During a rift in the action on concealment, he reached for his desk lamp to turn down the Light Within when he noticed that the little guitar was leaning against his desk again, the woman facing him. He leapt up from his chair and backed away from it. After a few moment of scare, he began making sense of his thoughts. The pawn could n't have moved by itself, but he knew that he had put it on the bookshelf.

After he was fulfill that it was n't going to move again, he slowly moved closer. He got out a pencil from his desk drawer and cautiously poked one of the key pattern with the eraser end, knocking it over. He leapt back again in expectation of some variety of retaliation, but the instrument just sat there.

He sat back down in his chair and rubbed his aching head. Suddenly, from the street corner of his eye he noticed a movement from the woman 's boldness. When he looked, he was certain that it was moving.

From out of nowhere, he had the undeniable itch to play it. He lifted it up carefully and sat at the metrical unit of his bed. He plucked each string deliberately, as he mentally mapped out the greenback in his question. Luckily, it was n't played much differently than his own guitar, though its sound was something completely different. As he fiddled with the government note he felt his mood change with each one. The higher notes made him find equanimity and broody, the lower notes made him feel herculean and strong. Very soon, he felt he had a clutch on what the foreign guitar was up to of. And after a few twists of the large wooden knobs at the top, he was fairly positive he had it set at its top performance.

He silenced the official document and then thought about what he should play. All the song he knew were made to be played on a guitar, and he did n't believe they would sound right on this particular instrument. But then he remembered his own song and was rummy as to what it would vocalize like.

He began the slow, sorrowful beginning, and watched in amazement as the face began to give its middle. Startled, George stopped playing, and the carving went back to its pilot DoS. He started again, and the look moved like it had before. George I did n't stop this clip. He kept playing through the beginning and moved on through the wannabe speech rhythm. The char became alert and gazed at George lovingly as he played. The strange guitar began to sway slightly as the vibe from the cosmic string reverberated up the wooden frets and into the ivory carving.

Finally, the crescendo echoed through his room, and the carving cracked blanket up its essence. A glowing garden pink vapor sprung forth and surrounded him. It penetrated his nose and mouth and eyes. His visual sensation blurred and started to get black around the edges. He realized he was passing out, but found himself ineffectual to fight it. He fell back on to his bed and dropped the odd guitar to the floor .