About Lost and Found
by Syd McGinley
279 pages / 82400 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-264-4
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Dr. Fell is teaching English at a local college, and working on fixing
up his cabin, but his best friend 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back into the swing of regular life, worried that he's withdrawn after the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.
Through teaching, hosting a summer camp for Doms and their subs, as well as
running a foundation put together by the Doms for rescuing subs from bad
situations, Dr. Fell goes through a number of temporary boys until he finds
a new boy of his own who, as it happens, doesn't need rescuing at all.
Things are never simple for Dr. Fell, though, and between family problems
and things going perhaps too well with his new boy, he's anxious over what
will come next. Will he allow himself to have a happy ending of his own?
Lost and Found was originally released as the Chaser series Lost and Found.
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 are not good enough. Some don’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.