INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - High school teacher Humphrey Grim doesn't enjoy living in the 1960s, but the bad news for Mr. Grim is that it is only 1960. The students at his high school especially the seniors torment him with pranks and his marriage to his wife isn't in great shape. But what will happen one day after school when five students gloating over their Halloween prank on 'Grumpy Humphrey' encounter not Mr. Grim but the previously unseen Mrs. Grim? Read 'Grumpy Humphrey's Easy Wife' to find out!
This story and all characters and events are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and older engage in sexual activity. Please enjoy this story, and rate and comment.
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Humphrey Grim opened his front door and was greeted by several things on this overcast Tuesday morning. One was the breeze blowing in from the bay, and given today was the first day of November, it had a cooling effect on the city and suburbs of San Francisco.
It wasn't the chilly fall weather that caused Humphrey's mouth to drop open, his face to go white in shock and every muscle in his body rigid. Rather, it was what he saw in his front garden. Humphrey blinked several times to make sure he was not hallucinating, and the images did not clear. He strode outside, his face turning as red as a cooked lobster, his rage increasing and his blood pressure rising as he found what he saw was just the tip of a very large iceberg.
The out of place thing that had caught Humphrey's eye was in the driveway, and it definitely hadn't been there the previous evening. It was manure - horse manure by the look of it - and was in a large pile in the driveway. It wasn't so much a pile, but a mountain and to the dismayed and angry Humphrey Grim, it looked as big as Mount Rainier. And of course Mount Rainier didn't just stand alone, it was part of the Cascade Mountain Range, and there were two more piles of horse manure on Humphrey's lawn, maybe to emulate the topography of the Cascades, but more likely placed there to annoy him even more.
"There's shit everywhere," growled Humphrey as he glared at the three heaps of stinking manure on his lawn.
It was not the only thing connected with shit that could be found in Humphrey Grim's garden that should not have been there. Lengths of toilet paper adorned the trees and bushes and was blowing in the breeze. Humphrey was understandably outraged that there was toilet paper hanging around his garden when obviously there should not have been, but he was even angrier when he saw what was affixed to his living room windows with masking tape.
The furious homeowner stormed towards the living room windows, his face getting redder still. While it was still an early hour Humphrey was dressed for work in a suit, tie and long-sleeved shirt, shiny black leather shoes on his feet. He had learned it was best to get ready for work early, as his wife always took forever in the bathroom preparing for work herself. And despite the cold morning breeze, the angry Humphrey Grim could feel himself sweating like it was the middle of the Californian summer.
The item that was causing Humphrey such outrage was an enormous piece of paper. It was not blank, some aspiring artists had turned it into a montage of connected images, sort of like a mural.
The new artwork that decorated the Grim house was entitled 'Humphrey the Homosexual Hands Out Candy' and the first image was of children playing in the park. Drawing two showed Humphrey driving towards the park, and drawing three saw him arriving and parking at the playground. Drawing four depicted him leaving his vehicle and walking towards the children, and drawing five showed him offering them candy. Drawing six showed the children accepting the candy from Humphrey, and image seven showed the children happily following Humphrey back to his automobile like he was a pedophilic Pied Piper, on the promise of even more candy once they got into his car.
Still unable to believe this audacious vandalism was actually real, Humphrey soon found another thing to get angry about. His nostrils picked up another smell, one far fouler than the manure, and he quickly found it was from raw rotten eggs that had been thrown at the house, Humphrey narrowly avoiding standing on one.
"I don't believe this," grumbled Humphrey. He ran his hand through his hair. At the age 48 most of his dark hair had turned gray, and was getting thinner by the year. Standing six feet tall, Humphrey was still reasonably slim and hadn't put on weight in middle age, but his long, sallow face showed a perpetually sour and unhappy expression, his brown eyes always showed his high levels of stress. It was a long time since a smile had crossed Humphrey's countenance.
Humphrey thought back to the previous night. It was Halloween of course, Jack-o-lanterns and other decorations adorning many houses in the area, and there were lots of kids out trick or treating. There were kids dressed as ghosts, witches, cowboys, Indians, monsters and a variety of other characters, going around collecting treats. Humphrey Grim neither liked nor approved of Halloween, so the previous evening he had sat in the living room watching the news on television and reading his newspapers while his wife attended to the trick-or-treaters, handing out candy to kids who knocked on their door.
But none of these kids had been disruptive or unruly, so it was unlikely that any of them would have made good on the 'trick' part. And these kids were younger, no way could they have planned and executed something to this scale.
Again, Humphrey shook his head. He didn't much care for the current decade of the 1960s, but unfortunately for Humphrey Grim it was still only 1960. Then again, Humphrey hadn't liked the 1950s all that much either, mostly after rock and roll music became popular around 1954 and 1955. At least in the early 1950s there was still some semblance of moral decency, and old-fashioned good manners. On one hand, Mr. Grim wished it was November 1969 because then this God-forsaken decade would nearly be at an end. Then again, perhaps things would get even worse, and San Francisco in 1969 might be even worse than the present day.
So distracted was Humphrey in wondering how he was going to clean up his yard before work that he failed to see or hear the car that pulled up on the street and stop, nor the car's doors open. It was only when a young male voice called out, "Hey Mr. Grim, what happened here?"
Humphrey looked up, and his facial expression changed from as though he had been eating normal lemons and limes to as though he had been eating unripe lemons and limes. There in front of him they stood, obviously the guilty parties for this vandalism. Tommy Gardner. Bobby O'Reilly. Donny Di Carlo. Another Italian-American student Judy Martino. Judy's best friend Sue-Ellen Richardson.
The occupation of Humphrey Grim was a high school social studies teacher, and he taught history, geography, economics and accounting. The San Francisco high school where Humphrey was employed was not going to win any prizes for being California's greatest high school - parents did not exactly move so their children would fall within its catchment boundaries - but it did not have the really bad reputation of some schools. However, Humphrey sometimes thought things could not be any worse if he transferred to a high school in Oakland. Or if he moved down the coast to Los Angeles, and took up a job teaching at a school in Watts or Compton.