Mick's Back
I met up with Mick, recently. I haven't seen him in a while. Ages. I don't think I've talked about him before?
Mick's German, but we can't hold that against him, as he says. Chuckle.
"Just because people think I sound American..." He learned English in New York, when his father worked there when he was a young kid.
He's big, 6 2 and strapping. Blond. Germanic. He's amazingly handsome in that perfect skin and teeth, no blemishes kind of way.
He came to Australia when he was a teenager, early teens, when his father was transferred here for work.
I met him at uni, he was one of my mates. He’s a great guy
He and I messed around after a uni drug party in the union once, its how I found out he could be fluid with his sexuality. We were high. He had been drinking, I’d been drinking. It was early Sunday morning with no one to hold. I remember… it, well.
Then a couple of old queens paid us to play like pups on a rug once, also in our uni days. Mick was short on a little cash, if I remember rightly. He talked me into it.
Mick's been overseas for the last few years. He got into a spot of trouble a few years back. Mick's a teacher and he was teaching at a private girl’s school. Mick’s flirty, it is just him. And he’s handsome with a big smile.
One of his students, we'll call her Rachel, some girl whose parents couldn't give a rat’s arse about her, not that Mick knew that at the time, took a shine to him. He swears that the girl came onto him and that he only ever rebuffed her, told her to find a guy her own age, to leave him alone, it was never going to happen.
Initially, he was going to go to report it to the councillor to get her off his back, but he didn't, rightly, or wrongly, he wondered if he’d be believed.
This girl was pursued him. Apparently, she used to sit right up the front of the classroom and spread her legs for him to see her pantyless, or she'd slowly undo the buttons of her blouse as the class progressed, until her breasts were practically exposed... were exposed.
“What did you do?”
“Those days I’d take the lesson from the back of the class room.
She’d leave him notes. She’d leave him flowers. She told her friends something was going on between her and Mick.
The problem was that Mick had also developed a meth habit around the same time. He was a party boy, just trying to have fun. During the Xmas holidays he'd been on a New Year’s bender when Rachel turned up at his door high on ecstasy, having been out with her friends.
I was mindless, not thinking straight, said Mick at the time.
So, on that Sunday morning, he took Rachel inside and she came onto him stronger than ever. Her teeth chattering from the amphetamines in her system, he rebuffed her, with her mini dress practically up around her neck, her grabbing at the waistband his tracksuit pants.
Then she passed out in his arms, sleeping for the rest of the day on his couch.
She accused him of touching her up. Unbeknownst, to Mick she’d taken some photos of the inside of his house.
A week later, Mick sent in his resignation to his boss and booked a ticket to London. Two weeks later he was gone.
I remember him saying, “I can’t put up with this shit?”
She chased him out of teaching.
Apparently, Rachel did tell her parents, but they told her that was life, or something and that was that. Not long after, from all accounts, she moved out of home and put herself through uni and got into HR. Some hard-arsed chick in HR, there’s a surprise. Now she is a air hostess.
Mick's been away until this year, he's just got back. He's no longer a teacher.
"Um, I think I proved I was not cut out for that particular profession."
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“Oh Josh, where do I start?”
“What is there to start?”
In the first few weeks of being back, he was out on a Saturday night and guess who he came face to face with? Yep, Rachel. She was pissed and hot for him. She told him that she'd never had an orgasm with any of the guys from uni who she dated, or any since, or something, and that she had dreamed about him ever since her school years.
He took her home and… well... you know what happened.
Apparently, she liked it, Mick's was ever thing she imagined he would be.
“We’ve been seeing each other ever since.”
“What?” I was utterly speechless.”
"Don't look at me like that," said Mick. "The girl's red hot."
"I wasn't looking at you like anything..."
"You were, even if it was only for a moment, looking at me like I was completely insane."
"You are."
"You have no idea what she does to me."
When he told me that Rachel's “hoohoo” had the grip of a man's fist, I put my fingers in my ears and uttered those three famous initials, TMI!
"How old is she now?"
"Oh, come off it, nothing ever happened back then. She was never under age, that was never the, actual, problem."
“She ruined your life.”
“Well, I got scared because of what might have happened?” Mick said. “I was a coward.”
“But nothing happened, you say.”
“No, it never did.”
“So, what are you now?”
Mick's German, but we can't hold that against him, as he says. Chuckle.
"Just because people think I sound American..." He learned English in New York, when his father worked there when he was a young kid.
He's big, 6 2 and strapping. Blond. Germanic. He's amazingly handsome in that perfect skin and teeth, no blemishes kind of way.
He came to Australia when he was a teenager, early teens, when his father was transferred here for work.
I met him at uni, he was one of my mates. He’s a great guy
He and I messed around after a uni drug party in the union once, its how I found out he could be fluid with his sexuality. We were high. He had been drinking, I’d been drinking. It was early Sunday morning with no one to hold. I remember… it, well.
Then a couple of old queens paid us to play like pups on a rug once, also in our uni days. Mick was short on a little cash, if I remember rightly. He talked me into it.
Mick's been overseas for the last few years. He got into a spot of trouble a few years back. Mick's a teacher and he was teaching at a private girl’s school. Mick’s flirty, it is just him. And he’s handsome with a big smile.
One of his students, we'll call her Rachel, some girl whose parents couldn't give a rat’s arse about her, not that Mick knew that at the time, took a shine to him. He swears that the girl came onto him and that he only ever rebuffed her, told her to find a guy her own age, to leave him alone, it was never going to happen.
Initially, he was going to go to report it to the councillor to get her off his back, but he didn't, rightly, or wrongly, he wondered if he’d be believed.
This girl was pursued him. Apparently, she used to sit right up the front of the classroom and spread her legs for him to see her pantyless, or she'd slowly undo the buttons of her blouse as the class progressed, until her breasts were practically exposed... were exposed.
“What did you do?”
“Those days I’d take the lesson from the back of the class room.
She’d leave him notes. She’d leave him flowers. She told her friends something was going on between her and Mick.
The problem was that Mick had also developed a meth habit around the same time. He was a party boy, just trying to have fun. During the Xmas holidays he'd been on a New Year’s bender when Rachel turned up at his door high on ecstasy, having been out with her friends.
I was mindless, not thinking straight, said Mick at the time.
So, on that Sunday morning, he took Rachel inside and she came onto him stronger than ever. Her teeth chattering from the amphetamines in her system, he rebuffed her, with her mini dress practically up around her neck, her grabbing at the waistband his tracksuit pants.
Then she passed out in his arms, sleeping for the rest of the day on his couch.
She accused him of touching her up. Unbeknownst, to Mick she’d taken some photos of the inside of his house.
A week later, Mick sent in his resignation to his boss and booked a ticket to London. Two weeks later he was gone.
I remember him saying, “I can’t put up with this shit?”
She chased him out of teaching.
Apparently, Rachel did tell her parents, but they told her that was life, or something and that was that. Not long after, from all accounts, she moved out of home and put herself through uni and got into HR. Some hard-arsed chick in HR, there’s a surprise. Now she is a air hostess.
Mick's been away until this year, he's just got back. He's no longer a teacher.
"Um, I think I proved I was not cut out for that particular profession."
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“Oh Josh, where do I start?”
“What is there to start?”
In the first few weeks of being back, he was out on a Saturday night and guess who he came face to face with? Yep, Rachel. She was pissed and hot for him. She told him that she'd never had an orgasm with any of the guys from uni who she dated, or any since, or something, and that she had dreamed about him ever since her school years.
He took her home and… well... you know what happened.
Apparently, she liked it, Mick's was ever thing she imagined he would be.
“We’ve been seeing each other ever since.”
“What?” I was utterly speechless.”
"Don't look at me like that," said Mick. "The girl's red hot."
"I wasn't looking at you like anything..."
"You were, even if it was only for a moment, looking at me like I was completely insane."
"You are."
"You have no idea what she does to me."
When he told me that Rachel's “hoohoo” had the grip of a man's fist, I put my fingers in my ears and uttered those three famous initials, TMI!
"How old is she now?"
"Oh, come off it, nothing ever happened back then. She was never under age, that was never the, actual, problem."
“She ruined your life.”
“Well, I got scared because of what might have happened?” Mick said. “I was a coward.”
“But nothing happened, you say.”
“No, it never did.”
“So, what are you now?”
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