12 - Take

"Now that the professor is not here, I should be the leader of this hood."

One of the men who were known to be quiet close to the professor said, his nose snarling as he wielded the words in his Mexican accent.

"Hood? You meant Robinhood, dog?"

One of the men from amongst the crowd called. His view was not caught perfectly. But you could tell from the texture and tone of his voice, croaked and deep, he should be in the death of his 50's.

"And I will start by making an example of you. Step forward."

The Mexican said again pointing at th fellow who had intruded. His voice was going up and and down like some wings trained by the rage of the winds.

"Who made you a leader over us? Tell me, you duck?"

That woman who had volunteered to be the lover of the young boy called. The boy was beside her. She was seated on the floor, the boy was resting his head on her boobs. Of course she was a grandma.

Some of the men sometimes were jealous of the boy but none of them was bold enough to show their jealousy for a high school student.

You could classify the lady amongst the groups of the pedophiles.

"Calm down, mi lady."

One of the men beside the woman said. She ate the man up with an odd ogle and kept her gaze glued to the scene, expecting what next the clueless and professed leader was going to say.

"I'm thirsty, love."

The boy called. He looked into the eyes of the woman who no longer was paying attention to what the crazy Mexican was saying.

Why would she pay attention, love called.

She placed her left hand into her blouse and eased one of her two boobs of the bra.

Then she brought it out and buried the face of the boy in it.

"Gobble it son."

She said, as the boy put his mouth to it and began to suck it, fiddling with the nipple.

His other hand was to the other boobs which he was playing on and pushing and pressing.

Her boobs were way enormous for his teen hand to cover. Therefore, he played the second hand into the blouse, fought its way into the bra and was sure he had the hold of the nipple.

As he tickled the nipple of the boob out with his tongue, he fiddled with one in with his hand.

To get the pleasure to the peak of its being, she pressed him to herself and crossed her legs. She could feel pleasure calling at the tip of her well.

Those who were around tried to mind their businesses. None of them had the right to tell the other to quit one thing or the other.

Twas towards the end of the race of human, the end was near. Anyone could do whatever did please him or her.

Then at once, one of the women who seemed to be rather religious than spiritual stood up from amongst the crowd.

She was seated on the same row with the pedophile.

"This Pedophile must go. She must. She must."

She started calling and shouting and moving what was close to a motion.

The Mexican quit talking as all the crowd turned to her. Then to the professed pedophile.

Like a switch of the time, everyone joined her in the motion and they started shouting.

The cry was too much for the woman. She picked up the boy without tucking the boob and made for another neighboring hill.

Few others followed her with their lovers. They seemed to be in the mood.

Like ants would fight over a cube of sugar, the crowd began to split into groups.

Join me in wondering what would be left for the Professor when he did arrive.