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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age by T. F. Yank
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
you, please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
matter offensive.
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Due to the length of the entire story (37 chapters in all), Please
do not ask me to e-mail you any parts that you might have missed.
Comments, criticisms (constructive or not), and even flames are
permissable however. (Hell, I've been here for a while and STILL
haven't received even one flame. Starting to feel left out [grin])
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-- Chapter Six
After supper, he went with his mother to the church. There were
already several other ladies there when they arrived. Thomas noticed
Mrs. Whalen, who rushed over to greet them.
"Hello Edna. Thomas."
"Why hello Mariam. How are you today? Sorry we're late," his
mother answered.
"Oh, you're not late. Some of us arrived early and started right
away. There is an awful lot of things to sort for saturday."
"I guess we had better get started then. Thomas, why don't you go
see Mrs. Felting and see what she needs you to do."
"Excuse me, Edna, but I'd like to talk to you about Thomas. And I'd
like him to hear what I have to say, if you don't mind."
"Thomas? Is something wrong?"
"No, not at all. I've already talked to Thomas about this at school
today, but he suggested that it might be better if I talked to you."
Seeing the confused look on Edna's face, she proceeded to explain. "I
had a meeting with a parent of one of my students today. I believe you
know her? Mrs. Raster?"
"Anyway, her daughter is doing rather poorly in my class. Now the
girl is quite bright normally, but for some reason, she is having
difficulty with the subject matter this term. I suggested to her
mother that tutoring might be the answer."
"As Thomas is by far the best student in the class, I also suggested
he be the tutor. The mother has no objections. And Thomas said he
wouldn't mind doing it. But he did suggest that I speak to you first."
"I remember the girl. Didn't she sing in the choir last year?"
"Yes that's the one. A very pretty girl. And very well behaved
too, I might add."
"Well that's something at least. Too many of the children today
just seem to go wild. Satan's influence, of course."
"Well, Louanne is definitely not one of them. But she is in need of
help if she isn't to fail. I do hope you'll let Thomas help her."
"I guess he could. As long as he doesn't neglect his own studies.
When would this take place? And where?"
"I had suggested that they might meet week nights to start. At
least for two hours a night, maybe after supper? That way, they could
still have their weekends free. They do need some time to play and
relax."
"Well, as long as his school work doesn't suffer. And he still does
all his chores. Where would they meet? I sometimes stay late at the
office. Someone should be there to keep an eye on them."
"I'm sure Thomas can be trusted."
"It's not Thomas I'm worried about."
"Well, I'm sure Louanne is not someone you need worry about either.
She's a very nice young lady. No, it was her mother's suggestion that
they could study at her house. She promised to make sure they made
good use of the time, and did not waste it."
"Of course, Thomas couldn't be expected to do this for nothing?"
"Nor should he. Mrs. Raster asked what would be a fair fee, and I
suggested five dollars a session. That is the usual amount for
tutoring."
"When would they start?"
"Mrs. Raster will be out of town until sunday. Monday would
probably be best. The sooner Louanne receives the extra help, the
sooner she'll catch up."
"Well I guess that will be okay. But Thomas, you better make sure
you don't fall behind yourself. Either at school, or at home."
"I won't, Mom. I promise."
"Okay then, it settled. Now run along and see what Mrs. Felting
wants you to do."
"Oh Thomas, before you go?" added Mrs. Whalen. "I'll speak to both
you and Louanne after class tomorrow. I have prepared a plan I would
like you to follow, at least for the first week. After that, I think
we can concentrate on the areas where she's weakest. What do you
think?"
"Guess that's okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Whalen. Right now
I had better see what Mrs. Felting needs." Thomas took off in a hurry.
"He's such a good boy, Edna. You must be quite proud of him."
"Yes, he has turned out rather well, hasn't he. If you only knew
how hard it is to raise a boy these days. And even harder to make sure
he doesn't turn out weak like his father."
"Well, you've done a good job, Edna. I wish all my students were as
good as him. But maybe that would be asking too much. I guess we had
better get to work too, if we expect to have all this sorted and ready
for Saturday." The two women went to help the others.
Thomas was furious. It wasn't fair. He had been looking forward to
spending time with Debbie tomorrow. He felt somehow Louanne had
arranged all this on purpose. First building up his hopes, and then
dashing them.
"That's ridiculous," he told himself. According to Mrs. Whalen, she
hadn't mentioned him being the tutor to anyone until her meeting with
Louanne's mother. There was no way Louanne could have known. Nor any
reason why she would do anything like this. He was just feeling angry,
and looking for someone to blame.
He worked hard lifting boxes and moving things around. He was glad
when his mother told him they were leaving. His anger had finally
subsided, and he was just feeling disappointment.
"Are you okay, Thomas?" asked his mother.
"Sure, Mom. Why?"
"You look a little down. You're sure you're okay?"
"Yes ma'am. I'm okay. Just a little tired, I guess."
"Well, we'll be home soon and you can go to bed early tonight.
Can't have you getting sick or anything. By the way, how well do you
know this Louanne Raster?"
"Not very well, really. She's in my class, and she kinda goes out
with Rodger. But we don't hang out together or nothing."
"She goes out with Rodger? Isn't she a little young to be dating?"
"A lot of the kids date, Mom. We're not little children any more."
"You're all still nothing but overgrown babies. But if she is
seeing young Rodger, at least they are probably behaving. He is such a
good boy."
Thomas wondered what she would have thought of Rodger if she had
heard him talking about girls and sex like he did this morning. Or
better yet, if she could have seen Louanne and Rodger in the theater
last night. Or worse yet, what she would think of him if she knew what
he and Debbie had been doing. Thomas was uncomfortable with that
thought.
"I remember Mr. Raster and his first wife quite well, may God rest
their soul," his mother said. "Both staunch church goers. His wife
died just after the daughter was born. He tried to raise her as best
he could. I wasn't too happy about him marrying this new wife though.
Too young for him, to say the least. It was too bad, though not too
surprising, he died a year later.
"But the new Mrs. Raster does appear to be okay. She attends
services regularly, and even donates her time to various volunteer
work. Someone told me she spends quite a bit of time at the hospital.
And that she occasionally travels on business."
"I don't see how she can spend much time raising that young girl
properly though. No wonder the girl is so wild."
"Louanne's not wild. She's a nice girl. She was in the choir last
year."
"Don't contradict me when I'm speaking, young man. Of course she's
wild. She isn't in the choir this year, is she? And how else do you
explain a girl her age dating boys? Just make sure you don't pick up
any of her bad habits."
"I won't Mom. I'm only going to be studying with her, not going out
with her."
"Don't get cheeky with me, Thomas. Remember what I've told you
about men being weak. All it takes is a pretty face, a shapely body,
and all your good intentions are forgotten."
"You were too young to remember how it turned your father against
family and church. How Satan sent his spawn disguised as a young
pretty librarian to tempt your father. How he eagerly sold his soul by
running away with the slut, leaving me alone with a small baby. Alone
to just barely manage in this wicked world."
"He didn't leave you alone, Mom. I'm still here with you."
"Yes you are, Thomas. And I'm going to make sure Satan never gets
you."
"It may be too late," Thomas thought. Maybe that was what Debbie
really was, a spawn of the Devil. Maybe she was his temptation, his
test, to see if he was weak like his father. His mind was troubled as
he returned home with his mother.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 06 - by T. F. Yank
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