BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 80
Fowler would only see a blob. Had no idea who it was … unless she looked at her
assigned seat list. Aha! We have an answer!
That much taken care of, we sat wherever we wanted after that.
On this particular day, within two or three weeks of the end of semester, we were
in algebra class doing whatever we‟d normally do. Since I hadn‟t a chance in the world
of passing that class, I was screwing around, talking to my friends.
Finnerty was in the seat assigned to me. He‟d just come up with a brand-new
trick to amuse everyone. He‟d unzip, pull out his penis, and move his thumb up and
down as if he was flicking a lighter. There were no girls in the room but the teacher, if
you choose to include her in that genre. When someone looked at him, Finnerty would
whisper, “Caught your eye!” and laugh like hell.
Funny thing, what happened. Miss Fowler wasn‟t able to recognize Finnerty in
my seat, second row, but she was able to discern a male penis on display. Sorta makes
you wonder where her dreams and idle thoughts were directed, doesn‟t it?
She left the classroom on some pretext, but the look on Finnerty‟s face said he
knew his ass was grass and he heard the lawn mower coming his way. Smugly, we sat
back to watch when they handed him his ass in a basket. We knew how the Brothers who
ran the place would look upon something like that.
Still, it was only Finnerty, right? Not someone important.
Miss Fowler returned, accompanied by Brother Bernard. He was the Boss Hog in
our sty. I was watching Finnerty sweat when Brother Bernard said, “Bill Cady, come
with me, please.”
It wasn‟t a question.
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