About Lost and Found 1: Pet Rescue
by Syd McGinley
56 pages
/ 22000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-359-8, 1-60370-359-4
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Dr. Fell, the master from the popular Sip, Pet Sitting, is teaching English at a local college, and working on fixing up his cabin, but Ben, and Ben's sub twink want him to get back into the swing of regular life, worried that he's withdrawn after the death of his lover Rob.
One night stands aren't helping, the beaten and hurt young man he finds hiding in
the alley might just be what he needs. Jamie thinks he's getting what he deserves, but Dr. Fell and Ben work at getting the young man away from his cruel master, but will Dr. Fell be able to let go of his memories long enough to help Jamie really be free?
Sample
A classroom where I can’t slap an ass still rattles me.
“What a sorry lot you are. No one completed my assignment.”
I ignore the chorus of “it was too hard,” and “I didn’t understand what you wanted” and glare at my remedial composition class. Their sullen gazes slide away from me. They’re good kids, just crushed to be spending their first college semester in “developmental English.” About as crushed as my hopes for a quiet life in my cabin. I thought I’d walk away from academia after defending my dissertation in June, but here I am teaching as an adjunct to make ends meet. Damn, I hate classroom teaching.
“Okay guys, you don’t want to be in my class, but we all need to survive until December.”
I receive a round of sulky nods.
“So, we can all grind along hating each other, or we can strike a deal: let me train you to be acceptable college writers.”
This time it’s snickers, and a muttered “Some deal.”
“If you do as you’re told, you’ll kick butt in your first-year classes and you can have a nice big fuck-you moment when you get out of remedial English.”
Silence. Was it the content of my speech or that ‘fuck you’ line that got their attention? Or have I finally blended Dom and teacher appropriately?
“But how, Dr. Fell?” pipes up one kid after a bit. “We all flunked the placement test.”
“Why?”
There’s squirming, and still no eye contact.
“Twenty minutes non-stop writing about why you flunked. No excuses. Write!”
I start writing. Ostensibly as a role model, but I have thoughts to get down.
I leaf through their writing on the bus. They think they’re being punished with this class. They’re shocked to find the low standards they’d been barely held to in high school were not good enough. Some didn’t even want to be in college, and others sadly say they’re dumb even though they’ve made it this far. They’re all frustrated and angry.
And so am I by the time I’ve finished reading their work.