Two stories from Boarding School
I used to go to boarding school, although I didn't board myself. Here are two stories that come to mind....

1: Midnight 'Liberty X' wanking
One night, my best friend woke up in the early hours of the morning with an incredibly dry throat. Wandering half asleep down the corridor to the communal fridge to get a carton of milk, he was rudely jolted into full consciousness by the sight of his next-door neighbour (a strange German/Chinese boy called Georg who had a tendency to stalk my female friends) pulling one off. Stark naked. In the Common room. In front of a full length mirror. To make matters worse, he was wanking in time to the Liberty X track 'Sexy' (which he most definately was not). My mate wisely decided it was best to leave him to it, and from that day forward it became a tradition for people to bring back Vanilla Yoghurt pots from lunch and smear it over any mirror in sight.

2: Public Library wanking
It was just before our English A-Levels, and me, a friend and her Italian b/f were in the school library doing some revision. After finishing going through her essay I went over to her table and started chatting to them, and was confused by the fact that neither of them seemed to be concentrating on what I was saying. I commented on this, and then got a glare from my friend. At this point my eyes strayed downwards and I realised that she was wanking her b/f off. I decided to leave them to it.

The best thing about the whole episode was that in our next English lesson I was able to tell our teacher with a perfectly straight face "(my friend's) been working ever so hard. Only this morning I caught her finishing off The Merchant of Venice in the Library". My shins were bruised for weeks from the under-table kick I got, by my god it was worth it.

I make no apologies whatsoever for my length.
( Shrub Rocketeer is a twisted emotional husk, Tue 1 Jun 2004, 19:47, Reply)