The Foul Mouth and the Cat Killing Coyotes (The King Henry Tapes) Read Online Free Page A

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    On my right sat a decent sized gangly fourteen-year-old with slightly longer than average brown hair and these green eyes that just popped.  He also had a bad case of acne Single year, but he’d get over it quick and the ladies would be crushing all over him by Bi.  He rolled his eyes so dramatically he managed to get a chuckle out of me.
    “Alrighty then,” Hanks said, “everyone get out of be d and follow me to the showers.”
    You won’t have enough time in the showers to be embarrassed about being naked.  Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like some Catholic priest’s sex dream or nothing.  They’ll separate the sexes and inside the shower room you’ll have a semi-closed and semi-private stall to yourself—one for each.  Once you are in the stall you finally take your uniform off.  There is this little box-like container for your dirty clothes, which I guess is eventually picked up by some type of maid.  You’ll always have normal workers around cleaning the rooms or fixing plumbing or whatever, but for me it’s never something I really paid much attention to.
    After you are naked you do the normal shower routine:  chest, shoulders, lower-back, ass crack, legs, ball sack, finish up with washing your hair.  Like Hanks had said, you have to be quick.  I didn’t know it yet, but we’d been woken at 5:40AM and were scheduled in for breakfast at 6AM.
    Th e first day, Hanks kept us going by simple countdowns.  “Ten minutes,” the second our feet hit the shower floors, then what seemed like a split second later, “Five minutes.”
    Cleaned up, you have your own towel in your stall.  Straight up the nicest towel I’ve ever had before or after.  Those things are huge and fluffy and I wanted to marry it the moment it touched my skin.  Dried up, you have yourself a robe to put on, so I did, then I walked out of my stall and over to Hanks with a shrug.  I was the first one out on account of having grown up in a one shower house with two sisters.
    “Now what?” I asked.
    Hanks did a head-nod behind him.  “Go to your bed and change into your colors for the day.”
    “Right . . .”
    So I did as ordered and was rewarded with bumping into Valentine on the way.  Also thanks to growing up with two sisters I was used to seeing girls in all sorts of situations boys with brothers and only-children never get to experience, but it still surprised me to see a girl in a tight wrapped robe with her blond hair damp like that.  Prince Henry made a comment and I readjusted my robe just to be sure he stayed fully covered.
    Pointedly ignoring my tiny ass, she walked ahead and right to her bed, slamming her privacy curtain shut in my face.  Yup, I was definitely going to pay for my little comment.  If only you knew fourteen-year-old-me, if only you knew that I’m still paying for it.
    I dressed into my uniform in silence, wondering if maybe I should apologize while we’re still alone, but never actually doing it.
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    “These uniforms suck,” a big black kid decided as we stood around the door waiting on Hanks to round up the few still left changing.   If you’re quick with your shower you’ll have the same situation for the first week.  Standing there, confused as hell about who everyone is.  Wondering how your day is going to go, maybe a little excited by the unknown.
    “The colors have a tradition over eighty years old,” the tall kid I’d knocked out the day before said.
    “At least you’re not in a skirt,” a girl with ginger features and thick glasses whined.
    “You could have picked pants, girls get to pick,” the teacher’s daughter from the day before explained.
    “Now you tell me!” the ginger whined some more.   She’s not pretty since she’s ginger, but she had a nice plump shape to her.  Not that I wanted to listen to that voice for long enough to lift that skirt of hers.  Give me ‘ Kingy ’ before a whine . . .
    The big black kid pointed at himself