If a picture is worth a thousand words, What's the value of three pictures? Find the answer down below.
Here is today's episode of the Manley's story.
Excerpt from chapter 4: Note: not the entire chapter. But you’d better not bother to finish reading this rest of this chapter, or else you’re sure going to want to run out and get the whole story in the book.
Chapter Four
Your mama is calling you man
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… Ms. Brodbendt was the headmistress at Sunnyside School. That was the place where I had transitioned from a shy and insecure little Mama's boy to become one of the most feared, bad-a** dudes ever. That was after I was done with fixing Bobbie Nooks' business with a busted head and a bloody face. The girls then came calling, and I transitioned even further to become, as it were common to refer to dudes like me in those days: the girls' delight, "the girls dem sugar," and more, you name it. They have it. And after more word started getting around that I'm a no-nonsense-taker, girls-heartbreaker, and the despicable, girls them (dem) puppy dog, to name yet another few more that was on their list of names. My reputation was hitting the stars, both for the good and for the bad, but mostly for the bad. Man, I loved every minute of it.
Ms. Brodbendt had kept me over the following afternoon because I got sent to the office for the fight with Bobbie Nooks. Which was then followed up by the incident with me and Mrs. Taylor.
She, Mrs. Taylor wanted a two thousand words essay on the virtues of a good education, which she reminded me, “that is what you are here for, have it, (the essay) on my desk first thing tomorrow morning,” she had said. I was being punished for inattentiveness, boisterous and disruptive behavior in class as well as other places on school grounds, she said that I needed to focus more on the things that matter in life.
I should have been more careful to put the pictures in an envelope before placing them in my notebook, they were meant for her eyes only. Of course, I did the assignment, two thousand words she had said, but it was Mrs. Taylor herself who had imparted to us, all of us in her class mere days earlier that - a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, she is now in possession of not two, but three of my finest selfies ever, in the nude of course, what else did you expect? The extra picture was intended as a bonus, just for her, just for the fun of it. Well, there was more to my plan than what meets the eye, a method to the madness one might say...
The pictures fell out of the folder and unto the floor in front of the entire class when she popped open the notebook, which she had picked up off of the desk in front of me. No, I did not bother to place it on her desk first thing in the morning like she had asked of me. If I did all of that work to get it to her, the least that she could do is to pick it up from off of the desk in front of me. Right?
Maybe she was somewhat peeved by that and therefore did not exhibit the usual grace, charm, and caution when she popped it open.
“Whoa!...” the whole class exclaimed as they all buoyed up and became instantly interested in the business of learning, this surely did seemed to conform more to their idea of what learning was about. If only they could be made to become that stimulated by the prospect of seeing an A or A+ beside their names on the end of term exams papers. But yes, you know where this is going to lead me? Right? Straight to my most favored place in the entire world, my teenage world: the most principalest of officette of them all... miss Brodbendt's office, mission accomplished.
That, as you might have already figured out, wasn't the beginning of my encounters with Miss B and her office, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the last.
She, Ms. Brodbendt, had sat me down and talk to me, trying to figure me out I assumed. She concluded that I needed more and better adult supervision, she said also that, with the proper guidance, I could become a fine young man indeed, she offered herself to "keep a close eye on me."
Mom's blessings was always one of those most valuable commodities for one to have, but something which was never very easily obtained, she must have okayed the headmistress' interventionist schemes though because, off to Ms. Brodbendt's care, her office and her home I ended up going, and although it was not on as regular a basis as I would have liked, it was regular enough.
As it turned out, that was the beginning of something wonderful between the headmistress and me.
It started out quite innocently indeed, with some special sessions between her and me - time spent in her office, or at other venues on or off of school premises, they became more and more jovial and light-hearted as the time went by, I even started to look forward to it, imagine that! Me looking forward to going to the principal’s office. Hmm! Then she took it a step further, on home we went, to her very own home.
Ms. Brodbendt lives alone in her fabulous home on the waterfront in the west island. A two-story brick and cut-stone house on a grass-covered woodland mound, which mounts up straight out of the river-bed. She didn't have to ask me home more than once, I was in there for the long haul. Ms. Brodbendt's home quickly became my favorite place to be, and then, she just as quickly became my favorite person to be with, and for a thousand more reasons than one.
She had said that she has something to do that evening, which will require my helping hand. I obliged, what's not to like about helping Ms. Brodbendt? She was by then my most favored person in the whole wide world, after my mother of course.
I was even taking to calling her mom by then. So mom as it turned out, wanted to nurse her newborn (or newly found) baby - me into what her idea of a fully developed and rounded young man should be. If one is to care for the baby? Then one must need to start at the beginning, with the very basics, and that was just where she started, right there, in the mammary regions. She babied me.
To be continued.
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Thursday 24th
1995 - The prosecution gave its opening statement at the O.J. Simpson murder trial.
1965 - Winston Churchill died at the age of 90.
1952 - Vincent Massey was the first Canadian to be appointed governor-general of Canada.
1908 - In England, the first Boy Scout troop was organized by Robert Baden-Powell.
1848 - James W. Marshall discovered a gold nugget at Sutter's Mill in northern California. The discovery led to the gold rush of '49.
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