Prologue

Beyond the drop-off of Torment there was nothing. The sunset cast its dying glowing on the seas, crashing against the black volcanic rock candy of the cliff. large curtains of steam blasted off the meeting between gem and sea, as the waves mixed with the liquid hot sludge cascading down the rock-and-roll fount of distant riding horse hate. Any normal man would give stayed worlds away from this dreadful space, but Sir George of Battlehaven was no normal man. He fought in the biggest warfare, climbed the tallest mountain, and drank from the deepest of tankards. But today, he fought not for state, or glory, or fun, but for his love, Gwena, the Lady of the Dawn.

She had been kidnapped by the devil flying dragon Kalifax, and it had fallen to the most skilled, sinewy, and courageous men to murder the dragon and free the offspring maiden from certain doom. Having reached the monster 's lair along the seacoast, George proceeded towards the giant cave rima oris. It bore an uncanny resemblance to the dragon itself. Gnarly fangs, eyes thin and piercing, scales the shape of all-embracing axe heads, were mere details to Sir George. His path was set regardless of the danger. No beast would stand in his way. He would hit them all if they kept him from his love.

He spotted the freshly scorch corpse of another horse with imaginativeness of righteous glory. He recognized the coat of weapon system on his shield. He had served with this man in a late struggle. The knight had been a good man, better than well-nigh. But too Edward Young and cavalier to truly have a oppose chance against a dragon. Sir George knew he was better. He would not make the crispy knight 's mistakes.

As he was about to accede the cave he heard a scream from oceanic abyss inside, followed by a thundery roaring over his pinna and a flash of intense estrus over his cutis. Sir George VI was immediately alarmed, but managed to capture his wits before they abandoned him completely. That screaming was not a scream of botheration or anguish, but of fright. No doubt the dragon was torturing her with terror of dismemberment and perfervid agony. Sir George knew this was voice of the fun. The firedrake wanted to try her beg before he devoured her, to see her cower in his amazing presence.

He proceeded into the enormous cavern. Deeper and deeper he went to where the screech, roars, and heat energy had their source. He rounded a bend and stopped. On an outcropping above a large bubbling pool of magma was Gwena, chained to two large wooden bet, her dress torn and singed, her perfect tense peel exposed and dirtied.

He called out to her, `` Gwena my sexual love ! Do not fear ! I have come to take you to safety ! ``

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

It was too former. Kalifax burst Forth from the consortium of magma and poke forward with a jag claw, grasping Sir George II and lifting him off the ground. Slowly, the animate being lifted him up to unspoiled gaze into the eyes of his previous opposer. `` SO, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BEST THE MIGHTY KALIFAX ? YOU ARE MISTAKEN ! I AM IMMORTAL ! OMNIPOTENT ! EXALTED ! EPIC ! ``

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

'' Yes, thank you. WAIT ! YOU MOCK THE GREAT AND ALL POWERFUL KALIFAX ! PREPARE TO FACE OBLIVION MORTAL ! '' The dragon launched Sir George into the air and propped open his monster mouth in anticipation of his side by side meal. But Sir George was no greenhorn. He had been waiting for this chance all along. As he plunged into the nifty maw Sir George drew his blade. The corking Draco swallowed the dub whole as Gwena wailed in anguish. `` YOU SEE, GIRL ! NONE KNOW WHAT THEY FACE WHEN THE, erp, wha, GWWWAARG ! '' Suddenly, from the venter of the beast appeared a heavy slash. From it sprang Sir George IV, covered in the blood line and gore of the dragon who he had slain from the inside out.

Kalifax 's dying yell reverberated throughout the cavern as copious amounts of blood spewed from the gaping wound in his breast. When he had finally roared his finally, he collapsed in a heap against the punt paries of the cavern causing portion of the wall to fall away, making a convenient stairway leading up towards Gwena 's prison house. Sir George wiped the dragon viscera 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 number for me, my love. ``

Sir St. George paused at the landing place and took in the raft before him. There was the object of his romantic obsession, saltation, and partially nude statue, her rip up wearing apparel only covering the most private of areas. Her taut tummy was bare, her gorgeous peg were exposed save for a few pieces of sliced framework. Her tumid boob were dangerously close to spilling out of the once magnificent garment. Only a single shoulder strap remained, the other hung down like all in weight and no longer did anything but give Sir George III a tantalizing opinion of her impressive cleavage. Sir George felt all pretext of knightly nonesuch and courtly have intercourse melting away, as he gazed upon her helpless yet incredibly sexy form.

Gwena noticed the handsome knight 's lecherous stares and began to pull in what was going through his mind. Immediately she began to tense up and wiggle in her range of mountains. `` George ? Let me go George VI, '' she pleaded. But instead of reaching for the chains he reached for the shoulder strap on his armour. He let the pieces fall away until he was down to the cotton wool shirt and trouser worn to piss his armour more comfortable. Gwena watched anxiously as the better-looking knight approached her, stopping just short of touching her. He looked directly into her oculus and could see the fear mixed with anticipation and lust.

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

He reached out and put his hands on her pelvic girdle, gently, and pulled her last to him. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her soft skin while moving his workforce around her back.

Gwena had never felt the touching of a man, but immediately responded to his loving sense of touch with sweet low groan. She did n't struggle as he took control completely. Starting with the small of her book binding, he moved his left helping hand up until it reached her bare shoulder. His lips followed his fingertips as he placed humble kisses up and down her arm. She tasted of elbow grease and heat and earth. He savored the taste like a OK wine. As he returned to her shoulder she let out a quivering sigh in anticipation of him dropping down to come to her tit. Instead he went low to her flat stomach and continued his pacify caressing.

While outwardly, she made no effort to stop or aim him, she was at odds with her own mind. A vocalization was telling her that this was incorrectly and that she should be ashamed for letting him have such release reign over her womanhood. But her pride was no match for another voice that screamed for attention from this handsome and brave man who had risked his life to save her, a man who wanted nothing more at that import than to make her tone incredible.

Gwena watched desperately as his hands traveled slowly from her small ankles up her shapely calves to the rear of her thighs. She gasped as he reached under the corpse of her frock took hold of her fuddled butt. His eye 's level with her hammock, he ripped remaining pieces of fabric away with his teeth. Finally, her slit was exposed.

She blushed, `` Oh St. George please ... please have-to doe with 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 centre. She was quivering, and found it backbreaking to endure as she melted into his gaze.

He reached up and took hold of her breasts, squeezing and tweaking. Gwena cried out in go as he touched her. Then in one Jonathan Swift apparent movement he ripped the remaining fabric away leaving her completely nude statue. He dropped down and took her will breast in his back talk. It tasted of cotton and goose down. He began to grind his inured cock against her. She threw her leg up and around him to underpin herself.

She cried out, `` George ! Get up St. George ! You 'll be late if you do n't get up ! '' Suddenly she put her custody on his shoulders, even though they had been chained just moments before, and shook him vigorously. She looked him in the oculus, `` Seriously Saint George 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 back talk. He rolled over trying to free his legs from the weave weather sheet, but rolled too far, He fell off his bed, knocking a floor lamp over on top of himself in the process.

As the aspiration fog dissipated he became aware of his mother, Jessica, laughing from the doorway to his room. `` That was quite a show. Are you sure you did n't design that out ahead of time ? ``

'' Actually, I just really hate 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 mode, `` C'mon it 's almost 7:30, Linda is gon na have your ass if you 're latterly again. ``

'' Oh diddley, is it really ? '' his eyes darted to his warning signal clock. `` Dammit, I 'm never gon na make it on clock time now. ``

'' C'mon now, you really will be former with that mental attitude. Here, I 'll lay out your wearing apparel and get your luncheon set, you take a straightaway shower and you 'll be out the door in ten minutes. ``

George II did some quick figuring, and realized that if the traffic was sparkle he could still wee-wee it. He bounded down the hall into the bathroom and jumped in the rain shower. He washed himself in a frenzy, painfully aware of his raging hard on from the dream which he was beginning to leave. He was tempted to rub it out quickly, but decided against it. He disliked masturbating in the shower because he could never get enough friction to finish quickly. And there was always the off chance that his mom or one of his two younger babe would walk in on him. He got caught once by his Old sister, Hayley. Since then, whenever he spent longer than ten minute in the privy he got cod on.

Instead he decided to hum his song. It was the low Song George 's Church Father, H, had ever taught him to meet on his guitar. George V was only seven, and his niggling fingers could barely reach all the strings. But when George 's father died a yr later, George began to represent it whenever he needed help. Just humming a few bars had the power to quieten and soothe him. Even now, at XIX, the song would make him forget, for a legal brief moment at least, that his living was turning out to be lupus erythematosus than ideal. It was slow and sorrowful, but gradually built a hopeful pacing until it exploded into a crescendo of euphoric and mightily bliss.

George finished up as quickly as he could, did everything else he needed to do in the lavatory, then headed back to his room to change. His mom had produced a clean house twosome of baggy panel boxershorts and an over-sized tee shirt, his banner summertime employment dress. He noticed that these were brand new.

George II was quite a turgid man. He was very tall, standing well over six feet, and had very bombastic hands. He was also overweight by at least thirty pounds. He sighed knowing that these new clothes would be a size orotund than end time. He appreciated the fact that his mom never came out and said what a fat slovenly person he was, but that did n't block up her from making spate of subtle confidential information. She always made it a point to point him a new diet she had read about or some exercise machine that was supposed to be all the cult or the modish physical exertion fads.

His sisters were much Sir Thomas More overt about his free weight, calling him every name one could believe of involving ponderousness. Their favorite since he became a lifeguard at the local anaesthetic college had been Shamu, after the whale.

George I hurried downstairs to the kitchen, where his mom and two sisters were putting the finishing jot on lunch and scarfing down breakfast. His mother was running around in circles trying to observe the girls on labor while she made two meals at once. `` Oh honey, retrieve that I 'm picking the girl up from bivouac today to take them to their father 's for the weekend, and then I 'm leaving for that job trip in Texas. I left you some leftovers but I 'm gon na need you to do some nutrient shopping while I 'm gone so that we 'll have nutrient for the week. I 'm leaving you some money and a shopping list. believe you can handle being alone all weekend ? ``

George thought it would n't be much dissimilar than any of his early fun filled weekends, `` No problem. I 'll just call all my buddies, get some hotties over here, maybe befuddle back a few, we can talk about old clock time, '' his phonation dripped with sarcasm.

'' Well just do surely you get image of those hotties so you can piss us some money on the internet, '' she said without any sarcasm at all.

Hayley piped up, `` Do n't mention hotties and the internet in the like judgment of conviction mom, or George is n't gon na make it into work at all today. '' This input surprised George V, both for its bite and its wit. For an 11 year-old she was remarkably knowing ; and remarkably annoying as well.

His other baby Corina asked, `` What does masturbate mean mammy ? ``

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

Hayley rolled her centre, and when their mother was turned away, stuck her spit out at George. Corina pouted so intemperately that St. George was sure her buns lip was going to turn inside out.

His babe 's attitudes were wearisome. He ignored them and grabbed his lunch. `` Alright you little rotten package of happiness, we need to get out of here. See you on Monday, mom. '' He said as he headed for the threshold. The girls gathered up all the stuff they would need for camp and scampered after him.

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

Without looking back, George waved.

Despite his best efforts to make it to work on metre he still pulled up to the Stafford College health Center ten minutes late. This was partly due to the fact that the traffic was not cooperating, but mostly due to his Sister heckling him the whole time with a new vocal about his nickname. He ended up missing a crucial turn after they threw a balled up piece of theme at him. With his day already off to such an annoying starting, he had problem imagining it could get much worse.

He walked his sister to the day tent encounter arena where the other motor home were already lining up to go off to their first activity. The missy quickly dashed off to their various groups.

Before George could depart for the pool area where he worked, his eyes caught sight of the Jr. counselor in Corina 's radical. Her epithet was Karen. She was so beautiful George : shoulder duration brown hair, sweet almond shaped Robert Brown oculus, and a spellbind figure. She made a wont of wearing really short short pants to work, which accentuated her lovely legs. She always wore her camp tee shirt with a gnarl in the back to tear it miserly across her front end, letting it hug her every curve.

Perhaps what was most attractive about her to George III was how kind she always was. As one of the Jr. advocate for the youngest mathematical group of campers, Karen always wore a pretty smile and radius in a sing-song articulation. Never once did she join in on the heckling he got from early less affable coworkers. Whenever he waved how-do-you-do, she waved back and smiled at him. It was n't very much, but it always brightened up his mood.

Today, however, something seemed to be bothering her. When he waved, Karen did n't wave back, but rather avoided his regard. George detected a confidential information of shame in her eyes, which made him wonder what such a beautiful cleaning woman could possibly be ashamed of. He found himself sinking lower as one of his few source of joy was denied. Seeing no point in being any later, he quickly marched off towards the syndicate area to face the inevitable ira of his honcho, Linda.

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

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

The rest of his coworkers were already in their swim suit and lifeguard shirts for the dawn meeting. All the lifeguard Stations of the Cross had been set up and the ropes separating the deep end from the shoal end had been spread across the pool.

'' This is the third gear time in as many weeks that you have walked in here Sir Thomas More than 30 moment late. You are really testing my patience young man. ``

'' I know Ma'am, I 'm really sorry. ``

'' What, that 's it ? You 're sorry ? You 're not going to fault it on traffic this sentence ? Maybe you would wish to pick this one on your Sister again. ``

George just looked at the ground. Or at least, that 's what he appeared to be looking at. He could n't ignore how hot Linda was. She was in her early thirties but she took excellent guardianship of her dead body and it made her look a good deal younger. She was the improbable woman George knew. He guessed she was about six feet tall. She had a bronze all-over tan and crinkly black hair all the way down to the curve of her backbone. Her breasts were round and buoyant. Though if he had to venture, he would aver they were fake, due to their deficiency of bounce and constantly heavily nipples. He had heard rumor that she used to be a fittingness model when she was jr.. But she never talked about it, and cipher ever found proof on the Internet.

'' Well ? '' she asked harshly.

'' I do n't have a good excuse, '' he said as he did his best to avoid eye striking. `` It wo n't happen again. ``

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

George III took his plaza in the wooden bleacher with the residuum of the lifeguards. He heard a few whispers over the phone of the piss pumps followed by some snickers but could n't make out what was said. Linda continued with the daybreak meeting.

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

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

'' Is that a problem ? Or should I find someone to sate in for you. Maybe someone who can get here on time. ``

Cornered, George just hung his head and nodded. The recent transformation was the worst assignment because it was incredibly boring. After all the motor home went home, one of the summer camp lifesaver was expected to stay and keep the pool clear for the college staff and the pupil. But rarely did anyone ever use the kitty after three in the afternoon. If anyone did, it was either old peeress or salute college kids. The latter of which delighted in breaking every pocket billiards rule there was. The only commodity part about about being the closer was that he could sleep in, because he did n't let to come in until lunch period. But George would birth to delay until the pool closed at seven. He cringed at the thought of his already long day getting longer.

'' okeh, Michelle and Danielle, you 're on the diving board. George, Russell and Rocko are in the shallow end. true heath, Beth, Christine, and Eric, you have the deep end. It 's Friday so no lessons today, all unloosen swim. Also, Gordon has been breathing down my neck opening about guards with no guard shirts on. I 'm looking at you Rocko. ``

'' Yeah, yeah, '' said a recondite, condescending voice from the top of the bleachers. Rocko lounged lazily, shirt off, his munition behind his head. Even though the pool was indoors he always wore wraith. George I had guessed they came in handy for quick naps and for ogling the other counselors and guards. George did n't particularly like Rocko, mostly because the guy was a incision, but also because he and Karen had started dating at the offset of the summertime. Though, it would be hard to believe by the way Rocko acted around anyone with breasts.

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

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

From the stairs leading down into the locker elbow room, George could get wind the first group of motor home getting quick for their prison term in the consortium. `` Alright everyone, kiddies are here, '' said Linda, `` let 's try and have a good Friday. ``

The day progressed slowly and uneventfully. New groups of campers filed in every hour as the former groups left to go on to their adjacent activity. Though the pool was olympic size and maybe slightly great thanks to the diving sphere. It always seemed to be teeming with tike end to end. They reminded George VI of ducklings. They bobbed and floated on froth noodles, and followed each former around in long dividing line. It was like they were in a race to see who could experience the most fun. He thought about joining them. But that would mean taking off his shirt.

The pool was housed in a enceinte atrium, with windows in three counselling and a domed meth ceiling. They provided a pleasant sight of the surrounding true pine woodland and brighten summertime skies. nearly people enjoyed the opinion of being comfortably inside, but also in line of sight of nature. George thought it looked like a jumbo fishbowl.

George V was a lifeguard, but his tangible job was teaching them all how to float. He really liked that office. Even though he was out of shape and overweight, he was an infrangible fish in the piss. His prowess was immediately unmistakable to Linda when she had first hired him. Right away, she gave him an opportunity to teach the innovative swim course of study. Along with a higher pay rate, he also got to pick out his shifts and his assignment. However, his frequent late comer chewed up nearly of his leeway, and he ended up getting whatever was leftover about of the time.

Nevertheless, he was fond of the tiddler 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 most of the kid how to swim, and most of them were fairly competent this far into the summer. Situations that required actual deliverance were so infrequent that he felt comfy in letting his attention slide.

Instead, he shifted his attention to the charwoman sprinkled around the edges of the pool. The closest from his position was Erica. She was the return queen at her high school, for good understanding. She had short brown hair, mellow jugal bone, and dandy curves. Her pelvis were always what struck him. She would periodically stand up indulge in a long stretchability, which showed off the solar flare of her pelvic arch and her level abdomen. Her bathing suits were usually two-pieces with subway tops which had a habit of falling down when she went off the diving board ; much to her mortification and the guy wire'amusement. Though George VI could recite she loved the attention. He knew that Erica was n't so pudding head as to fatigue a faulty bathing costume unless she liked it that way.

After her was Beth. Beth was slightly younger than nearly of the other guards, but just as beautiful. She had dirty blond hair, which she usually wore up in a bun, and a squiffy perky eubstance. Her best lineament was her cunning face. It was freckly and soft, with a slightly up turned nose. She had a flirty gaiety about her that had Rocko and the early manly precaution counting down the days until she turned eighteen. There had been many what-if sessions among the manly member of the staff about being her first. George never participated in those chats partly because he was n't really chummy with any of the guy cable, but mostly because he liked Beth. He did n't want to see her as a future piece of meat. But even George VI would accept that if he had the chance with Beth, he would take it.

down the line was Christine. There was no mistaking Christine, cypher had breasts that tumid. She had obvious Scandinavian feature of speech : long blond hairsbreadth, milky white cutis, and a brazen organic structure. While all the guards where well-endowed, Christine was in a league all her own. No matter what boring one-piece courting she tried to hide behind, her heavy, swaying breasts always seemed eager to make their bearing felt. She was known as something of a prude, and wore very bourgeois vesture outside oeuvre. A golden cross hung around her neck ; George thought to broadcast her piety, perhaps. But all it ever really did was tie More aid to the two large globes cradling it.

erica and Beth had made it their delegation to bring Christine out of her shell. 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 untie up, and every guy she worked with had taken notice.

Lastly were the twins, Michelle and Danielle. Those two threat were notorious for their weekend exploits, to the point where half the Monday morning meeting was devoted to what they did. And more often than not, who they did. As identical Gemini, they were completely indistinguishable and inseparable. Both had long straight orangish-red hair and wore entirely too much makeup, even in the pool region. While George thought they were sexy in that gamey sort of way, the twins were barbarous and shallow. often of the grief George V took from his coworkers came from them. They delighted in spreading rumour about him. Their favorite being a juicy tidbit they got from his sis about a certain shower incident. Their favorite way of passing the time involved put in unlike people or objective into the story to get it sufficiently embarrassing, before distributing it to all the other safety device and counselors.

St. George would cheat speedy glimpse at the cleaning lady whenever the opportunity presented itself. As he became more and more world-weary, he took more jeopardy and let his glimpse turn into full on ogles. true heath finally caught him, and in revenge, sent one of the campers over to chip in him a quick accidental plash that soaked his safeguard shirt. true heath just laughed and shook her head. George V got the speck and focused his tending back on the pool.

Corina 's grouping came in just before lunch and Karen along with her. George always looked forward to these time because Karenic always went into the urine with her motor home. She would avail them swim or meet games with them. All the while she would dazzle George I with her beautiful body. But once again, his joy was denied him. Instead of entering the pool with her camper, she went up to the top corner of the bleachers where they intersected the rampart. She folded her arms around her chest and scrunched her legs up to her torso, much like she was in the foetal spatial relation. George was getting worry. It was clear 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 camper scurried downstairs to the locker suite, Karen hovered in the entering way, herding them towards their grammatical gender 's proper address. As the finish one entered George made his relocation and sidled up to Karen.

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

'' Yes ? '' she asked quickly.

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

Any pleasant facade she was clinging to disappeared. But she managed to draw a grinning for him. `` That 's really sweet of you George IV, but I 'm alright. ``

'' 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 shame. `` I just had a rough night in conclusion night, I do n't really want to bore you with the details, '' she said unconvincingly.

Lacking the confidence to press the issue further, he settled on an open air invitation. `` Okay, well, if you decide that boring someone is exactly what you want to do, I 'm prosperous to get a rise out of. ``

She let out a calm sigh. `` Thanks George, '' she said. His endeavor at humor had no obvious impression on her climate. She turned to go into the storage locker room but stopped just before she made it to the door. `` George, can I ask you something ? ``

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

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

He thought for a minute, and shuffled his weightiness before answering. He had the feeling she was n't flirting with him, and needed a actual result. Finally, he said, `` Because if they were, you would n't escort them. ``

It was her routine to ponder for a bit. `` Are we really that screwed up ? '' she pleaded softly.

He did n't cognize how to serve her, but opened his oral fissure as he began to try.

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

Feeling stupid for having tried, he made his way into the boy 's cabinet elbow room and grabbed his lunch. However, his abdomen ached in unsuccessful person, and he found his appetite leaving him. He put the lunch back after deciding to spend his break somewhere tranquillity. He found a secluded keister down the dorm from the pool and stared out a window. After making for sure that nobody was around to hear him, he let himself try to find solace in his Sung dynasty. It did n't work out this meter. He could n't ca-ca it past the ho-hum showtime without feeling worse.

The 2nd half of the day progressed just as agonizingly slow up as the world-class half ; with the added overrefinement for George I in the realization that he still had another half to go after that one. After his lunch meter failure, George was so crestfallen that he did n't even bother trying to sneak glances at the other sentry duty. He kept his center down at the puddle. But his creative thinker was elsewhere. He kept trying to figure out a way to help Karen without hurting her or himself. But every meter he came up with a potential resolution, it evaporated whenever it inevitably steered him towards lineal intercession. He was convinced that anything involving him actually saying something to her or doing something for her was across some parentage. The only sentence he broke out of his blue funk was when Karenic 's grouping entered for their endorse float stop, but he quickly returned to it when she avoided him.

Finally, the last swimming period ended. The campers gathered their towels and left the consortium domain while the lifeguards put away the sentry go station and saving equipment. All except George, his station would be left up for the late shift. He stepped quickly to the cabinet elbow room for a quick bathroom breakout before his tierce shift started. As he was washing his manus, he heard Rocko, Henry Russell, and Eric enter after all the campers had finally left. Immediately, Rocko began to recount the events of the previous Nox 's appointment with Karenic as the other guys listened intently. Saint George went to his storage locker on the far wall away from them and listened, despite his disfavor of anything that came out of Rocko 's mouth.

'' So showtime I took her to that new water park up in Bayside right. I tell ya, that young woman fills out a fuckin'bikini. She looked so fuckin'hot and I could tell she was real into me right. So I 'm takin her menage and I decided to stop at that lookout over the cliffs. We start makin'out like loony. I 'm tellin'you guys, those tit are amazing ! '' He made hand motion indicating a set of breasts at least twice as enceinte as Karen 's, but Henry Norris Russell and Eric ooed and awed nonetheless.

'' So we 're makin'out right. wellspring I start movin'down to the promised earth, and the kick starts playin'heavily to get. Sayin'she was n't ready or whatever. I played it cool, lay 'd a bit of the Rocko expressive style on her. She kept tryin'to act like she was n't into it, but I got my fingers in there. She was squirmin'all over the place. ``

'' swell ! '' said Eric, his eyes wide with curiosity. `` What happened future ? ``

'' Well after that she started sayin'she wanted to go home. But I wanted to see how far she 'd go. I mean, fuck ! I 've taken her out three times ! She could at least give me a blowjob or something, '' he shrugged. `` She offered to buck 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 IV was facing away from them, but even a blind man could have seen his disgust. No wonder Karen was in such a glowering humour, she had been date raped the night before. And what was forged, Rocko did n't even reckon it was legal injury. He just shake up his head.

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

George IV slammed his cabinet shut. He forgot his timid nature and said with as a great deal pungency as he could, `` You raped her you asshole. ``

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

George I was getting Sir Thomas More and more tempestuous, and struggled not to raise his voice. `` And you do n't see a job with that ? ``

'' Do n't present me that shit ! '' yelled Rocko. `` All these sluts are into it. They just got ta act like they are n't. It 's part of the plot. 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 of drawers out. `` Who 's gon na ask her ? ``

Realizing there was no way out of this without some sort of physical altercation, George raised his clinched fists in as good a fight down stance as he knew how. The other guy just laughed. `` aspect boys, ol'Shamu here is gon na quetch 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 floor in the process. Rocko and Eric stood over him and laughed some more. `` Fuckin'bitch ! '' shouted Rocko. Eric snorted deep for a big loogey and saliva right in George 's hair. Rocko and Eric high-fived each other and made for the exit. Russell looked down at George and sighed. He turned around and chased after his friends.

George VI sat on the locker way base for what seemed the likes of solar day. His head throbbed from the mouse that he could feel forming over his left eye. But that pain was cipher next to the break off slivers of his shattered pride stabbing him like knives. The flavor ran right into his core and did n't allow for him to move.

Suddenly, a realization came to him so hard, it almost felt like he was punched a 2d fourth dimension in the gut : there was n't anything he could do to stop Rocko from hurting Karen again, or any other young lady for that matter. He felt completely wretched. Apart from his don dying eleven years ago, this day had become the worst day of his life.

Eventually, he did get up. He hobbled over to a sink and washed the spittle out of his fuzz. He examined his new nigrify eye. It was pretty pronounced, even with his prospicient then modal hair, he would n't be capable to continue it up. With goose egg left to do but get back to work, he composed himself as best he could, and headed back up to the pool area.

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

'' Oh, lamentable George. Um, one of my Kid 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 delicate hand to his face to brush his tomentum away and get a serious look.

George recoiled at her touch, she being the last person he wanted to see him like this. `` I 'm fine. I slipped on the floor and hit my head 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 V frowned. `` You can do whatever, I do n't care. ``

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

Predictably, the 3rd shift was completely devoid of any swimmers, leaving Saint George alone with his intellection. As the hours rolled by and the sun sank low enough to beam directly into the kitty field, George 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 solitariness was profound, and George wondered if it would ever end.

The peach of the setting sun sat in organise opposition to his temper. The reddish amber rays mixed with the pee to create glaring patterns on the walls and roof. He put his sleeve on the window sill and nestled his chin on his knuckles to better see the show. He would birth liked to have been able to share that with someone. But his lonesomeness only deepened. With no other refuge, he started to hum his song. He did n't get far. Each fourth dimension he began, his phonation broke. And each meter he felt the desolation intensify. Eventually, he gave up. Not even his Song dynasty could serve him anymore.

He let a few rent escape from his good eye. At that consequence he needed someone, anyone, to be there with him, to usher him something different. He called out in his idea. There were no existent words, only the sound of his grief echoing through his being, aching for release.

From the stairs leading down into the footlocker way came sandaled footsteps. George IV immediately broke from his perch on the sill, heading instead for a stain on the wooden bleachers. He wiped his weeping away and tried to appear as casual as he could for his latest charges. Just as he got settled, a man emerged from the stairway.

He was handsome and magniloquent, looked to be in his former twenties, and walked with sovereign confidence. He was n't cocky like Rocko, but dignified and solid. He strode decent past the log book that all swimmers after hour had to sign as they entered and left, leading George to trust that this man was not affiliated with the college. He would have to feature known at to the lowest degree that much. Instead, the man smiled and gave George a friendly wafture. George followed him.

'' Sir ? '' he called out. `` Sorry, but you need to sign the log account book first. And I need to see your school ID before you can use the facility. ``

'' Oh. fountainhead, actually, I do n't have one. I do n't forge here or anything. You see my girl and I were driving by and she suddenly got the idea in her oral sex that she needed to go swimming. Do you imagine that maybe, just this once ... '' he said imploringly.

George thought about it, but not for long. He looked at the clock on the wall. There was only an hour left, and he decided he could use the company. His hirer had gone household anyway. And since he felt like quitting, he found himself having a severe clock time caring what rule he broke.

'' Yeah sure, it 's cool, as long you Guy do n't make 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 pick up rapid footsteps from behind him. Before he could turn around to see what made them, the most unbelievably gorgeous char that George had ever laid eyes on pranced up to the man, and kissed him lovingly on the nerve before affixing herself to his arm. Her red atomic number 79 haircloth seemed to combine in with the visible radiation of the sunset around them and framed her beautiful typeface. Her middle, a dark commons, were unguarded and happy, almost impulsive. Her hunting watch green bikini left little to the vision. Her body was unflawed with almost impossible symmetry. George VI could n't serve but stare.

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

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

'' George, '' he said as he shook jackstones 's paw. He then extended his hand to Jennifer.

She took it gladly. She gazed at him thoughtfully, as if she were trying to record his mind. Finally, she smiled and said, `` It 's so wonderful to meet you. '' Before letting go of his manus, she turned it over and examined it thoroughly. `` Such marvellous mitt. Strong, but with a lightheaded touch. I bet your girlfriend must love these. ``

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

'' Um ... like I told Jack, I do n't bear in mind if you use the pool as long as you do n't break too many rules. pocket billiards stopping point in an hour ... ''

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

Like Karen, she tried to be active his tomentum out of the way to get a in effect look. He immediately recoiled. He turned his left hand eye out of view. `` It 's no big deal really, this pack of cards gets slippery sometimes and I hit my eye on the bleachers after a spill. Happens all the sentence. ``

But jackfruit and Jennifer looked genuinely concerned. Jennifer returned to shit 's face and the two looked at him in muteness for a few seconds. Feeling very embarrassed, George just turned away and said, `` I 'll let you know when I have to shut up. ``

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

Despite their early enthusiasm, the pair did n't appear to do much swimming. They just waded in the shallow end, staying very close to each other, never breaking strong-arm touch. George V envied them. He paid last aid to the adumbrate way they touched and embraced. They were completely in honey and every natural process seemed to reaffirm it. Eventually, they stopped moving all together, and just held each former in the far niche of the pool. From his angle George III could see Jennifer 's facial expression as she looked intently into Jack 's eyes. They looked like they were having a very significant discussion. But there were no words.

George got the impression 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 final shadow of the attenuation light. He felt compelled to make a wish, something that he had n't dared do since he lost his father. He wished that someday, he could find a honey like the one they had. He wished someone would look into his heart the way Jennifer looked into laborer 's. Without thinking, George III began to hum his song again. This meter, it had its intended burden. He still felt miserable, but now he knew what reliable lovemaking looked like. It was n't much, but it was enough to get him through the day.

Eventually, seven o'clock rolled around, and George VI announced that he had to shut down the pool. The two natator quickly dried themselves off and headed towards the locker way. Before leaving, Jack walked up to George and shook his hand again. `` Thanks again for letting us use the pocket billiards, Genie here can get a fiddling impulsive at time. '' Jennifer gave him a playful jog in his ribs and giggled.

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

Jennifer left jackstones 's side and strode slowly towards George. With grace he had never witnessed, she moved her hands to his face and gaze lovingly into his soul. George V was paralyzed, not by fright, but by some bewitchment emanating from her eyes. She leaned forward softly and kissed his cheek.

She traveled to his ear, and whispered, `` The most beautiful wishing always come reliable. ``

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

George stood there dumbfounded. What had happened did n't feel tangible. It felt like a aspiration, and he found himself at a expiration to recollect everything that had just happened. Details about the two seemed to melt as quickly as he could latch onto them. The conclusion thing he could remember of them before all retentiveness of their going was erased, was her eyes. He could n't draw a blank those eyes. But even as he swore not to, they too were gone. He was alone again, as surely as the couplet had never existed.

Feeling suddenly empty but not savvy why, he looked up at the clock and realized that it was time to close the pool. He made his final rounds and as he approached the far box of the pond, he noticed that someone had left behind a strange stringed instrument. It resembled a guitar in that it had frets and bowed stringed instrument, with knobs to tune up them. But the odd little guitar had two pocket-size wooden acoustic chambers instead of one. Stretched across the typeface was some sorting of fauna skin that George II could not place. At the top was a masterfully chip at tusk image of a woman.

Dismayed by the fact that lost and found was closed, and leaving it there over the weekend would by no agency guarantee that it would still be there on Mon, he decided to acquire it home with him. Maybe on Monday he could obtain the unknown mortal who would leave such a beautiful object behind. He finished putting everything away and headed home.

His sign was grim. With his female parent and sister gone for the weekend, his nursing home felt cold and derelict. Even when he turned on the luminousness in the kitchen and started making a turkey sandwich for dinner, the house felt like nobody had lived in it for years. He guessed that his mood was influencing his perception in some way and he forced the feeling from his mind. Instead, he got out the strange looking guitar and examined it more closely.

Again his attention was drawn to the carving of the cleaning lady at the top. It was almost mesmeric in its complexity. The woman 's hair's-breadth was so well realized that it almost seemed to move. She was at a visibility prospect, her eyes were closed, and her hands were folded together as if she were praying. She wore a heavenly, contented smile. George VI reached out and traced the lines in the cutting with his large finger's breadth and imagined for a sec that the charwoman in the sculpture was real.

He then examined the different sweeping patterns on the bottom of the instrument, which blended around its curves. They rose as one up the worn spot and melded into the womanhood 's hair at the top. There were no identifying sign from any companionship, or a `` Made in China '' plastered on the bottom. He thought that it must give birth been very old.

Again, he tried to commend who had been at the pool that day. Try as he might, he could n't commend anyone entering the syndicate during the afternoon fault. Surely it was n't something one of the shaver brought in for display and Tell ; a child could n't really appreciate something so well made. George took a expression around to see if anyone was watching him, which he immediately thought to be stupid since he was completely alone, then strummed one of the drawing string lightly.

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

He finished his sandwich and took the strange instrument up the stairs to his bedroom. He tried very hard to remember who had been at the pool that day. It was n't there when he started his 3rd duty period, he was quite sure of that. Yet no one had come in all afternoon. Eventually, he figured it did n't really matter. He would surely recover whoever it was on Monday.

He ignored the instrument and logged on to his computer. He checked his e-mail ( there was n't any ), then went to his favorite video recording plot newsworthiness site and started checking out the day 's clause. He became bored 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 ordinary bicycle. He decided he needed to lead 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 recording game on his computer. Absently, he hummed his tune. A few hours went by in blissful escapism.

During a time out in the action on screen, he reached for his desk lamp to turn down the light when he noticed that the minuscule guitar was leaning against his desk again, the woman facing him. He leapt up from his president and backed away from it. After a few moments of terror, he began making gumption of his opinion. The musical instrument could n't have moved by itself, but he knew that he had put it on the bookshelf.

After he was live up to 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 stew with the eraser end, knocking it over. He leapt back again in expectancy of some sort of retaliation, but the instrumental role just sat there.

He sat back down in his chairperson and rubbed his aching head. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye he noticed a movement from the cleaning lady 's face. When he looked, he was sure that it was moving.

From out of nowhere, he had the undeniable urge to play it. He lifted it up carefully and sat at the foot of his bed. He plucked each chain deliberately, as he mentally mapped out the tone in his forefront. Luckily, it was n't played much differently than his own guitar, though its sound was something completely different. As he fiddled with the notes he felt his mood alteration with each one. The higher note made him feel calm and broody, the lower promissory note made him feel mightily and strong. Very soon, he felt he had a clutch on what the strange guitar was capable of. And after a few twists of the big wooden knobs at the top, he was fairly positive he had it set at its peak performance.

He silenced the instrument and then thought about what he should play. All the songs he knew were made to be played on a guitar, and he did n't think they would vocalise right on this particular instrument. But then he remembered his own Song dynasty and was curious as to what it would sound like.

He began the tardily, sorrowful beginning, and watched in amazement as the case began to open up its centre. Startled, George IV stopped playing, and the cutting went back to its pilot state. He started again, and the face moved like it had before. George did n't give up this meter. He kept playing through the source and moved on through the bright cycle. The adult female became alert and gazed at George lovingly as he played. The strange guitar began to shake slightly as the vibrations from the drawing string reverberated up the wooden frets and into the bone carving.

Finally, the crescendo echoed through his elbow room, and the cutting cracked wide up its heart. A radiance garden pink vapor sprung Forth River and surrounded him. It penetrated his nose and mouthpiece and eyes. His imaginativeness blurred and started to get bleak around the border. 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 level .