The dark skinned boy felt tense, yet calm. As a Jedi to be, he never let his emotions take over him, for doing so was the path to the dark side and he had seen what Sith Lords became: empty shells lusting for more power and fearing to lose it all. The dark side led to torment and fulfillment became impossible. The academy made sure to keep their students off this dark path and the boy had made sure to follow their teachings as well as he could. It seemed his teachers were satisfied with him too and he had quickly increased in rank within the other students. At the young age of 12, he was already nominated to become a padawan, trained by one of the Jedi Council itself, an unlikely honor for a boy his age.
The elevator stopped and he waited for his teachers to lead the way as he had been taught. But none of the two moved. The air remained still as he wondered what was happening, losing his concentration over keeping his anxiety in check for one brief moment, then getting it back under control the moment after.
“We will not be following you, young one,” one teacher finally said, a Rodian. “Where you are going, you will be going alone, though our spirits as those of the entire academy will follow you wherever you go. Be worthy of the honor that has been bestowed to you and may the force be with you.”
The child, only a few months from being a teenager, took a step out of the elevator, then another. He stood still for a moment, then turned to thank his teachers, but the door was already closing. Resolute, he turned back to the hallway and slowly advanced, trying as he could to keep his emotions under control and observing the decorations.
A lot of thought had been put into making the corridor majestic. Many statues in the honor of fallen Jedi’s had been erected, displaying a great array of species that could be found across the galaxy. On each pedestal, their name and a small list of their deeds could be found, but he didn’t need to read the descriptions as history was one of the disciplines taught at the academy and the boy could easily name any of the Jedis on display here. Unconsciously, he bowed before all of them, feeling a bit unworthy to be among some of the greatest legends of the academy. Read the rest of this entry »
The next morning marge was in the kitchen first having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the family. Lisa shuffled in wearing her robe shaking out her long golden hair. “Well! Good morning sleepy-head!” marge said cheerfully handing over a hot cup. “‘Morning, Mom” lisa said blearily. “Thanks.”
“Well you look dreadful.”
“I have an excuse Mom” smiled lisa.
“Mmmmm… and what might that be dear” asked her mother absently.
“All that noise you and Homer were making last night.”
“Oh I’m sorry did we wake you honey” marge asked looking surprised.
“Yeah it’s okay though.” lisa said.
Lisa looked at marge. They had always had a good relationship more like friends than mother and daughter and lisa knew she could talk about sex with
her mother openly.
“Is homer good in bed Mom” asked lisa almost innocently. Marge blushed even through her early summer tan.
“Well, er… yes, I’d ah… I’d have to say he was very good” stammered marge. “But it’s not something a young girl asks about her father dear”
“Why Mom”
Lisa had her there marge realized.
“Ah… I… I don’t know it just isn’t the done thing that’s all.”
“But, Mom I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all remember”
Marge swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer lisa’s question but couldn’t
think of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs marge decided to be candid with her daughter. years ago lisa
herself had been the result of marges’s own dismal ignorance of sex.
“Okay, honey” said marge finally. “What exactly do you want to know”
“Nothing,” replied the young girl nonchalantly. “I was just wondering if you and homer did some of the things I’ve heard about at school that’s all.”
“And what sort of things have you been hearing at school”
“You know… weird things…”
“You’re going to have to be more explicit than that dear. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well sherri and terri and some of the other girls talk about sucking a guy’s thing…. you know his um… cock. Do you and homer do that sort of
thing” Read the rest of this entry »
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