Rigby Taylor
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Yes, it's pretty much the school I went to, and the Boys Grammar School I taught in for a while. I had a student a bit like that, Deville. He was well built and wondrously 'gay', and if anyone made the slightest suggestion he was less than a 'man', they received a thumping. He would grin and say, 'Now go and tell your mates you were bashed up by a queer.' I really liked him.
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At assembly on Friday morning the headmaster gazed across the lectern at the pupils; collecting his thoughts. After an inauspicious start, his headmastership of the school had blossomed in the wake of academic and sporting success, and for fifteen years he had filled the staffroom with kindred spirits. But things had changed. Not only had older teachers been replaced by a new, questioning breed who considered both him and his values irrelevant, but a new morality had swept the land. Marriage had
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The Headmaster is clearly off his rocker. Religion does that to some people. Yes, they're a couple of fine young men.
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He's 5 years older than Robert - 23 and 18. Not a great difference.
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Who? Bart? He's just nervous.
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Wednesday was cold and wet. While dashing across to the gym, a sudden squall sent Robert scurrying for the inadequate shelter of a covered-way between two blocks. Just as he was debating whether to wait for the rain to stop or make a run for it, someone tugged at his arm. ‘Come in out of the wet.’ It was more of a cupboard than a room. Hooks on the walls held brooms, spades and shovels. A line marker, a bundle of sacks, and a tin labelled Poison occupied one corner; shelves held tins of
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Indeed, Robert needs to take great care...
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Things turned out exactly as Sanjay had predicted. Robert and Marcia took pleasure in picking each other’s brains and arguing in the common room, and the party was forgotten. Each morning he was impatient to get to his wrestling practice, and hoped his instructor felt the same. Robert knew as little about Mr Vaselly after four weeks as he had at the beginning. They discussed tactics, fought hard, and gave no quarter. After a hard bout they would lie on the mats panting with the pleasure of exert
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He's a very devious young man... Robert has cause for concern.... Suzie's predictions are soon to come true...
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Similar to New Zealand and Australia. There are uniform 'wars' going on in some schools here at the moment, some schools being too tough, parents not able to afford them... But it made us wonderful men... didn't it?
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Thank you Wesley He's like loads of young men, deville, he assumes he's like every other young man and will one day find a girl he likes... we all are sure we're 'normal' ,so it's very hard to accept that our normal is not the same as other guys.
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Uneasy rather than excited at the prospect of wrestling with the peculiar PE teacher, Robert told no one about it. The weightlifting room was under the Gymnasium. Basketballs thumped overhead with stunning irregularity, punctuated by raucous cheers, whistles, and the bangs and scuffles of feet. Frosted-glass windows stood wide to reveal football fields and the back boundary, where school met suburbia. The room was neatly organised and smelled of sweat. A pile of rubber mats occupied one corner.
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If more students followed your example, Bushman50, teachers might become less arrogant and unpleasant. Most are terrified they are going to lose control of the kids.
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Indeed, the plot thickens. Which colony were you out in?
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Robert does't either - But things look up - for a while.
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Robert’s new school retained little of past splendours. The two-storied brick edifice with its high, mock-Tudor gables and tiled roof, stood bleakly in a sea of asphalt. Road widening and the encroachment of suburbs had reduced the once graceful front lawns and shady trees to a narrow strip of suffering grevilleas skulking behind a wire-mesh fence. Where three hundred students had once been educated in semi countryside, seven hundred pupils now crammed the relocatable classrooms, thronged corrid
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Thank you both. Sorry about the big words, Wesley8890, I've been told it's a character defect I have to live with. But I think deville can outdo me in the big words stakes.
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Ah... but at second glance, BlindAmbition, you'll discover he's not as simple as he seems. Thank you deville... that compels me to add more. But I have to wait till I have permission from the moderators.
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Monique, sheathed in midnight blue, the only adornment a dozen fine gold chains at her throat, was glad Robert wasn’t to be left alone. His mood-swings had become a worry. Both parents hoped it was simply adolescence; something he would grow out of. After rejecting everything in his wardrobe as frivolous, Robert’s black mood prompted black trousers, white shirt, black leather bomber jacket and black shoes. He looked strikingly handsome, although one would have had a hard time convincing
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Thank you all for this welcome. Chapter 2 is posted, waiting to be approved... When I'm trusted not to shock you all, the others will follow. I won't quit on you, tinytoes.
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Chapter One Robert crested the rise, hurled himself onto the grass beneath the monument and lay gasping up at the encircling palms. After a minute he stood, stretched, dragged off his T-shirt and scrambled onto the narrow base of the sandstone column. To the left, trunks of old eucalypts cut jagged lines across house and tree-sprinkled hills. Ahead, Brisbane’s tower blocks shimmered under their dome of reddish air. As he shuffled around the column, fragments of river woun
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Rough Justice is a thriller and a love story in which two young men discover that love is about more than sex. In his new school, Robert is severely provoked by a fellow student and the Headmaster whose dogmatic religious beliefs have led him to the brink of insanity. When he falls in love, Robert's life falls into place - until attempts on both young men’s lives force them to take extreme measures, the consequences of which pose an ethical dilemma that could destroy their new found happiness.
