Chapter 9
by 
Zingiber
What next?
Ask Susan for help with your distracting erection.
"You have time to wash before evening mess. You should. Boys lavatory that way." Susan points down the hall. "Anything else you need?" Susan asks.
You clear your throat and say, "I, well, I've been on medicine and it's been a long time since I've been, well, this much of a boy. Do you think you could help me with this, perhaps?"
Susan giggles. "You certainly haven't forgotten how boys act, Poesy," she says.