Chapter 2

Do you know how hard it is to find blue jeans that fit a fourteen year old boy and give him room to keep such a huge boner hidden? Fortunately, Jeff's dad had been through the same problems and was watching for the day when Jeff hit puberty and he might be able to lean Jeff's mom in the right direction. The advent of the internet helped, too. Once his mom had been brought in on the problem, she spent an entire afternoon wading through clothier after clothier finding a number of firms that handled special requests and provided stylish clothes.

It almost wasn't enough that day, though. No one besides Jeff and his Pediatrician had ever touched his penis before today. Once Candy grabbed it in class, it remained rigid all afternoon long. He hugely appreciated his parents' forethought. In addition to the roomy jeans, they had encouraged him to wear under-armor so that the strong spandex would help channel the pipe down along his leg rather than straight out front and raise his trousers like Barnum's tents.

"Manohmanohmanohman" Jeff thought as he headed on toward math class. "I can't believe that happened and it felt sooooooooo good.!"

Jeff's giftedness in this particular subject made him one of Mrs. Kane's favorites. His congenial gentility further endeared him to her. They got along so well that Jeff always hung out in her classroom after school until she left for home. That really worked out well for two reasons. First, Cathy always stayed late to work on special art projects or her piano lessons with Mr. Moore. Second, Jeff never actually did any eight-grade math. He attended the class because it was required. He and Mrs. Kane, however, were currently working through Anton's "Contemporary Linear Algebra." As bright and nice as she was, Mrs. Kane realized that Jeff would be long beyond her before the year ended. He already understood many of the concepts in the text better than she had when she studied it her senior year in College.

Jeff kind of zombied his way to his desk and Mrs. Kane looked out the left corners of her eyes when he bumped Jose Rodriguez's books onto the floor because he hadn't seen them sticking beyond the desk's edge.

"Oh! I'm sorry, let me get those." Jeff said when the clatter and thumps broke his reverie.

"What's going on? Man!" Jose snapped at him.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something and didn't see..."

"You didn't see a desk? Are you blind?" Jose continued to spar with him.

"Of course I saw the desk. I didn't see the books hanging over the edge. I said I'm sorry. Just let it drop. OK!" Jeff didn't have much tolerance for Jose's fiery temper.

"Well, just don't let it happen again." Jose threw his shoulders back in a parody of machismo.

Jeff put the books back on the desk and then slid his backpack into the basket under his chair. Almost as quickly as the fiasco had ended his reverie, slowing down and sitting in the chair brought it back.

"I wonder if she realized she was grabbing my dick? Why didn't she blush if she did? She was smiling. Does that mean she liked it? Did she like it as much as I did? Has she ever handled anyone else's dick? Would she be interested in grabbing it again? How could I get her alone so she could grab it without my jeans on? Is she interested in getting grabbed because with a figure like hers, I'm WAY interested in grabbing."

The remainder of the class period, Jeff was distracted by his ongoing thoughts. Mrs. Kane had enough on her mind that she didn't notice again until nearly the end of the day when she gave the rest of the class ten minutes to get started on their homework.

"Jeff" she spoke quietly.

"Uh!" he returned to the real world at her call. "Uh!"

"You already said that once, Jeff." Mrs. Kane smiled down at him.

"Uh!" Now she giggled at him.

"Uh! I'm sorry, what was that Mrs. Kane?"

"Actually, all I did was call your name. Is everything alright? You seem disoriented this afternoon."

"Uh! I guess I just have a few things on my mind." He said. "I've just been thinking through them. Do you want me to show you my work? I think I've gotten everything done on section 8.4 on Quadratic forms and I'm pretty much ready to read the next section on using them in Optimization."

"Well, no, that's not necessary. Just come back from wherever you've been and work on your math for a few minutes, though." She smiled again and moved on across the classroom to respond to a couple of raised hands.