"Kyle 's sure acting strange." Mike observed as his homeroom classmate strode into the room .
"What do you think it is, then?"
"I didn't think the milk man was allowed to strike." Andrew whispered. Mike shrugged.
"Hey, you guys." Timothy Larson said. "Mind if I sit here?"
Mike sat online and pondered what to do next. Kyle had drugged online the whole school just to get into Lauren Hill's pants. Mike couldn't help thinking that something should happen to make this backfire on him. His gaze fell upon Mr. Butler, and the memory of his favorite cap stung him again. Despite his best efforts, a wicked idea fluttered into his brain. He rose, marched toward the high table , and leaned across it to whisper in the fat man's ear.
"Are you married?"
"Girls, you know I care for you, that I would give a great many things for the ability to protect you . I just want you to know that from now on I'm going to do my best with what I have. I don't want any of you to be jealous or anything, and especially not angry with me. Just let me guide you, and I'll protect you to the best of my ability." It sounded silly , but they weren't complaining. He gave each of them a kiss on the cheek . "You may or may not know how helpless you are right now, how easy it would be for me to just strip you naked and bone your brains out right now. Just know I have more respect for you than that."
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