>>18808
I hope you're working on it.

OP i hope you realize how rare it is for a story to continue to remain at the front page after going more than a month with no update, it speaks volumes as to how much we like your story and want you to continue it with as much haste as you can muster.

>>17319
Now now, he's got some stuff going on, give him time.

>>18818
I'm not trying to replace him. if anything the opposide. Me writing would make everyone hop off his back about getting out an update RIGHT NOW.
>>18816
I've had it written out for like, a week now. All I have to do is proofread and make final edits whenever i'm not so busy.

>>18820
>>18820

*opposite. Fuck spelling.

>>18822
>>18820
>>18808
Hope you're prepared to post.

>>18840

I never said I would post ON Friday. That's a bit unlikely as I most likely won't be home until Sunday. Sorry

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>>17319
I think that I would rather wait for the original author.

>>18853

You need wait no longer. Don't have my new computer yet (unexpected expenses came up), but fuck it. You've all been very patient, and patience should be rewarded.



I woke up late, rolled out of bed, and got dressed. Awkwardly, because I had incredible morning wood. Bill had already left for class, but I ran into Sara as she was heading out the door.

"You're gonna be late," I told her.

"Nah, the bus has to wait for ten minutes. I'll make it- Oh!"

She yelped as she picked up her backpack and spilled the contents all over the floor, having left it unzipped and grabbed it by the bottom. As she bent over to pick her things up, her skirt hiked up and I saw that her panties were yellow with little sunflowers on them.

I am such a pervert.

I was probably blushing, feeling guilt at staring a little girl's ass, and as she put the last pencil into her backpack and stood up, she noticed me and asked, "what?"

"Nothing! Um... your skirt is hiked up."

She flushed slightly, making the light dusting of freckles on her cheeks disappear for a moment, and tugged her skirt back down.

"Thanks."

Feeling awkward, I saw her out the door, locked up, and walked off to my first class. I ended up being twenty minutes late, but I don't think anyone noticed me slip in.

Classes were boring. Professor Ben Stein kept droning the entire class (seriously, he has the same monotone and everything) and I nearly fell asleep, and my other classes were nothing spectacular either. At least my next paper wasn't due for another week, and I didn't have any other assignments for once.

I walked back to the apartment at a nice, leisurely pace, enjoying the cool weather, and noticed the bus letting the kids off. Sara was one of the last ones off the bus, spotted me, and waved, so I waved back and we walked back to the apartment together.

Without any prompting from me, she grabbed onto my hand as we strolled down the sidewalk and started telling me about how horrible her new school was, how the boys were jerks, the girls were mean and stupid, the teacher was boring, and basically how everything was the most terrible thing ever. She also had a bounce in her step, practically skipping, and was smiling the entire time, so I found the whole thing amusing and just went along with it, mmhmming and ahing and I seeing at the appropriate moments.

I didn't realize until much later that her cheerfulness was because of my company. I had a vague idea of how desperate she was for a friend, but didn't think much of it at the time.

Without even realizing it, I was hoist by my own petard. What started out innocent... Well, no single raindrop thinks it's responsible for the flood.

When we got to the apartment, Bill had already arrived, having driven his car (he was still pissed about it being keyed), and after a gruff acknowledgement of our arrival he disappeared into his room again.

The two of us settled at the table, I started reading the next assignment for my literature class: The Song of Roland. Holy shit, medieval poems are long. I was actually relieved when Sara asked for help with her math homework, and I scooted my chair to her side of the table and walked her through the problems she'd been assigned. When we finished, she was practically beaming.

"Thanks! It would have taken me waaaay longer if you hadn't helped!"

"No problem," I said, patting her on the head as I stood to fix dinner. "Any time you need a hand, I'd be glad to help."

Like I said, no single raindrop. But raindrops add up...

>>18854
Oh wow, nevermind then... guess it's no longer necessary... Time to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3bWon3Tg-8

Thanks op.

>>18855
Why don't you post the pastebin anyways? Or is that considered rude to the OP?

Glad you're back.

We should be glad op is so dedicated. Most people just abandon stories for no reason, but this motherfucker kept writing despite all the shit he's going through.

>>18866

Wouldn't hurt my feelings, though perhaps it would be less confusing to readers if it had its own thread? We've already got one post by an imposter in here, no need to confuse them with someone else's contribution.

>>18877

To be honest, I only write when I'm in the mood for it. It's escapism for me. So I'd probably write stuff regardless of what goes on in my life because it distracts me from all that.

Absolutely loving it OP, i think every one can agree here that the lack of sex or any connotations of sex (besides the panty shots) is perfectly fine. I for one am enjoying reading a story where the characters actually seem to have mass and the relationships seem to grow more organically. Keep it coming OP. And thank you for not giving up.

>>18883

I figure the payoff is better if there's a good bit leading up to it.

Plus, if you just want something you can quickly fap to, why read a story when you can look at pics/video?

Although I am wondering if I should skip ahead some so the story doesn't drag...

>>18891
No, please don't. I like it this way

Don't skip ahead. That kills all emotion and character development. With this latest chapter it going at a good pace. It just seems slower because the infrequent updates.