I was discussing the popularity of a certain movie franchise with a friend, and how these movies have a tendency to show up in quickly thrown together porn send-ups.
As we sat around discussing this phenomenon I started thinking about how well this particular franchise could translate to an erotic story line. What happens at the school? How do teachers educate? How do students prepare for tests and study together? Does it take magic to create "the magic"?
I thought I'd take a crack at it and have some fun in a genre outside of my normal writing style.
I truly want your thoughts, comments, ideas, and suggestions. I want to have fun with this. Let's make it a readable story, but one that truly gets you off as you imagine the possibilities.
As always I thank you for your votes and support of my stories!!
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Chapter 1
The tall man stood under a street light watching the house at #4 Private Drive. It was the house of Herman and Pansy Bumsley and their young son, Doody.
The man watched the house impatiently. He knew after the horrific events of the night before, and the ensuing deaths of his friends, Big and Succa Pecker, that it was important to get their child, Hairy, to a safe place.
The man, Palmus Doubledong, grimaced at the thought of his arch-enemy's attack on the Pecker household.
Though Big and Succa's bodies were not found, the destruction in the home was evidence enough of the battle. Besides, if they were not dead, they would have never left their son behind.
Palmus had found the boy, still in his crib, under the rubble.
As he had lifted the boy from the crib he noted the half moon ward etched in the boy's right palm and smiled knowingly. If Vulvamorte had attempted to attack the boy he was dead, or close to it.
Still, even the thought of Vulvamorte's suffering could not appease his sorrow over the loss of his friends.
Palmus noted two things occur simultaneously. He noted a black cat sidling along the front of the house towards the doorway. At the same time he heard the throaty roar of Hardon's Harley Davidson coming up Private Drive.
Palmus reached into the folds of his coat and pulled out a wooden stick approximately 12 inches in length. He waved it and muttered something under his breath. Instantly all of the streetlights along Private Drive winked out.
Hardon's Harley Davidson rumbled to a stop in front of the house and a mountainous man stepped off of it.
The man immediately unhooked a box from the back and opened it. He reached inside the box and gently removed the sleeping form of the baby, Hairy Pecker.
Hardon looked over at Palmus who nodded back at him.
