Double Trouble: The Moore Brothers' Tutor (closed)

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Greenhaven High School was a school that drew about two-thirds of its students from the inner city, and one third from the suburbs. It was a rather heady mix, and conflicts between kids from the suburbs and the street-toughened inner city kids were a part of school life. So it was only natural that the school administrators tried their best to focus on things that united, rather than divided. Like the school football team.

The Knights, as the team was called, were seldom below the top third of their division, and with good reason. The school faculty and administrators would do anything to make sure the top athletes remained eligible. No rule was above being bent, and no action was considered too base. So when the Moore brothers, two top-notch players, drifted below a C average, the coach turned to the school's cadre of gifted students to find tutors. Given the Moore brother's rep for looking down on brainy types, there were no takers.

In desperation, the school principal sweetened the pot. He let the parents of the gifted children know that he would write a letter of recommendation that would make their child out to be somewhere between Einstein and Jesus Christ, if only they helped tutor these two kids. So Christy, a female senior, got volunteered...much against her better judgment.

The day she had dreaded came. Her mom was at work, and the Moore brothers were due over any minute. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, with her dishwater-blonde hair flowing down her back. Her skin was lightly freckled. She had wire-rimmed glasses. She heard a car in the driveway, with thumping bass...and knew the twins had arrived.

 

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Greenhaven High School was a school that drew about two-thirds of its students from the inner city, and one third from the suburbs. It was a rather heady mix, and conflicts between kids from the suburbs and the street-toughened inner city kids were a part of school life. So it was only natural that the school administrators tried their best to focus on things that united, rather than divided. Like the school football team.

The Knights, as the team was called, were seldom below the top third of their division, and with good reason. The school faculty and administrators would do anything to make sure the top athletes remained eligible. No rule was above being bent, and no action was considered too base. So when the Moore brothers, two top-notch players, drifted below a C average, the coach turned to the school's cadre of gifted students to find tutors. Given the Moore brother's rep for looking down on brainy types, there were no takers.

In desperation, the school principal sweetened the pot. He let the parents of the gifted children know that he would write a letter of recommendation that would make their child out to be somewhere between Einstein and Jesus Christ, if only they helped tutor these two kids. So Christy, a female senior, got volunteered...much against her better judgment.

The day she had dreaded came. Her mom was at work, and the Moore brothers were due over any minute. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, with her dishwater-blonde hair flowing down her back. Her skin was lightly freckled. She had wire-rimmed glasses. She heard a car in the driveway, with thumping bass...and knew the twins had arrived.

The twins got out of the car standing both respectively at 6' and 6'2" tall, both african american with shaved heads. They were both around 250 pounds of muscle that was fitted around their frame nicely from years of working out for the football team. Both of them were dreading this day because they didn't want to have to any more school work but they were excited because even though their tutor was a bookworm, Christy wasn't a too bad looking gal and they both talked to each other and even made a bet on who could get in her pants first. They both reached the door and slipped in...

 

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Cristy opened the door. She extended her hand to the taller twin. "Hello there, I'm Christy," she said. She was unnerved by the big black kid, more so by the fact there were two of them. Suddenly she wished she was not alone with the two of them. It seemed...unsafe somehow. She shook the other kid's hand.

"I figured we could do this in the dining room," the girl said. "It's got a nice big table and a light above it. I have sodas too." She beckoned the black kids on into the room. "Make yourselves comfortable."