School For Nymphos - Erotic Novel E-Book

Sand Wayne

• Herausgeber: Sandy
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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School For Nymphos

CHAPTER ONE"Al, as principal of Grayton junior high school, it has recently come to my attention.. . . "Al Downing, the young janitor at Grayton, suppressed a yawn. He disliked the school principal. He considered Mr. Pfeiffer to be a fat, pompous fairy. It always irked him to be summoned here. And he's going to bitch about something, Al thought. He always does.Now, as he sat across from Pfeiffer, disgustedly watching the man's double chin bob up and down against his lavender necktie, he remembered that all his stupid speeches began this way. Even if Pfeiffer were just ordering a bag of rock salt for the school driveway, the speech would still begin the same way. And as he spoke Al detested the effeminate nasal whine of his voice-Pfeiffer would invariably explore his thick manicured hands as though he were seeing them for the first time."...and it has recently come to my attention, Al, that we have a lesbian problem here at school."The word "lesbian" jolted Al to the edge of his chair. He knew that some of the young girls carried on in the shower room, but he never dreamed that Pfeiffer also knew. Even more puzzling, why had the school principal drawn him in on the problem; he was only the janitor. He said, "That surprises me, sir. I always thought our girls were rather well-behaved.""Do you consider 14-year-old lesbians well-behaved?"Al disliked the defensive role he had suddenly assumed. He squirmed uncomfortably. "Well, no . . . what I meant was....""I never thought I'd see the day when something like this would happen at Grayton." He looked ready to cry. "Now it has and, frankly, I'm in a dither."Al let the principal drone on, but he was still puzzled as to why Pfeiffer was telling him about it. Did blubber-face think he didn't know what went on here, that certain of the girls fondled each other in the darkness of the boiler room? Christ, he could tell this fat bastard plenty if he wanted to. "What are you going to do about it, Mr. Pfeiffer?"The principal clasped his hands together. "I'm glad you asked that question, Al. That's why I called you up here. I need your help.""My help?""Yes, Al. I need proof. I know it's going on here at Grayton, but without proof, my hands are tied. There's not a thing I can do.""What sort of proof?"