From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: EDWARD'S CHILDREN 6   
      
   By  bobandcarole   
      
       Story Code: MF Mg Mf fgg bg Fb ped / pedo inc hetero oral anal ws   
      
       Chapter 6 TUTI STARTS SCHOOL   
      
       Next morning we got up and ready for school, she chose her blue dress   
   because one of the pairs of socks I'd bought had blue trim.  School started   
   at 8am and so I got us there early to give us a little time together with   
   Mrs Suhapa.  We met Mrs Suhapa in her office and she made a fuss of Tuti,   
   to try and make her feel comfortable.  She explained to us that the school   
   took children of both sexes from 4 to 11 years and followed the American   
   system as most children went to an American system secondary school.  The   
   ratio of indigenous to expatriate was about 60:40.  The plan for today was   
   Tuti to take some tests in the first part of the morning and then spend   
   some time in class with the children for the rest of the day.  She called   
   in her colleague, Mrs Temo, who greeted us and took and apprehensive   
   looking Tuti, away.  School finished at 3.30pm.  Mrs Suhapa asked me if I   
   could come back then and she would give me her thoughts.  I asked her about   
   Tuti,s lunch or drinks and she told me that children brought packed   
   lunches. I told her I given Tuti some money and she said she'd sort   
   something for her.  I was happy that Tuti was on good hands.   
      
       I got back to the school just before 3.30pm and waited for Mrs Suhapa   
   outside her office.  The bell went at 3.30pm and the air was suddenly   
   filled with the shouts ands screams of hundreds of children were running   
   all over the place.  Mrs Suhapa and Mrs Temo came shortly with Tuti in tow.   
   Tuti was chattering away to two other little girls as she lagged behind the   
   two teachers.  I went into the office with the two teachers who instructed   
   Tuti to wait outside.  Tuti and her new friends wee too busy chattering to   
   take time to acknowledge the message.   
      
       Mrs Suhapa explained that the had assessed Tuti using some standard   
   assessment tests and by watching her in class.  The results of such a short   
   period of assessment had a good margin for error but before they discussed   
   that they asked me what I hoped to achieve.  I explained that I would be   
   very happy if she could learn to read and write any language, if she could   
   read and write both would be a bonus.   
      
       Mrs Suhapa explained the problem.  First of all Tuti was below average   
   intelligence, how much below was difficult to say but certainly more than   
   is within normal margins.  If she was four years old, that would be a   
   problem and they would deal with it as best they could.  The problem here   
   was she was twelve years old and it was not realistic to sit a twelve year   
   old in a learning environment with four or five year olds and try and   
   progress her year by year so that when she was in the eleven year old class   
   she would be nineteen.  For a lot of reasons that was something the school   
   wouldn't do.   
      
       I asked her what she suggested.  She said that she believed my goals for   
   her were appropriate and realistic and that the only way to attain them was   
   by private tuition.  I explained that whilst learning her to read and write   
   was my goal I also wanted her to be exposed to other children to play with   
   and learn social skills.  Mrs Suhapa looked at Mrs Temo.  "There's one   
   other suggestion we have that might meet your needs," she said.  "We   
   noticed that Tuti was very popular with the children, she had a very good   
   way with them.  She also speaks excellent Indonesian and English, her   
   disabilities certainly don't show in her language skills.  We are looking   
   for a classroom assistant, someone to look after the younger ones, someone   
   to help the teacher and someone who can interpret for Indonesian children   
   who's English is not so good; some of our teachers are expatriates, she   
   added.  What I am suggesting is that Tuti works for us, we could only pay   
   her a small salary, but we would assist you with any teaching aids or other   
   material you needed and you could teach her to read and write at home."   
      
       I was a taken back a little by the suggestion but put on the spot it   
   sounded pretty good.  I said the same to them, I thanked them and told them   
   that I'd speak to Tuti first and let them know.  I had to practically drag   
   Tuti away from her mates who followed us all the way to the car.  Tuti was   
   radiant, beaming smiles, wide eyed.   
      
       "How as your day?" I asked.  "I had such a good time!" she said and she   
   rattled off a bunch of kid's names and teacher's names and the things   
   they'd done and the things they'd talked about; kids stuff.  "Will you be   
   sending me to that school?" she asked.  "Would you like to go to that   
   school?" I asked.  "I had such a good time playing with the other children   
   and the teachers were kind to me but they could all read and I can't read."   
   "Don't worry," I said, squeezing her knee making her giggle, "Uncle Edward   
   will sort it all out for you." "Are you now my uncle?" she asked.  "Would   
   you like me to be your uncle?." I asked.  "I'd like you to be my daddy,"   
   she replied.  "How about your husband?" I asked.  "Yes please," she beamed   
   hugging my arm.  "Maybe uncle is a good idea for now," I said.  "It's sort   
   of half daddy and half husband."   
      
       We got back to the flat and changed our clothes.  I noticed the wad of   
   paper in her pants.  "What's that?" I asked.  "I forgot to take the   
   tampons," she replied.  "Never mind," I said.  "You take a shower now and   
   wash your pussy and put in a tampon.  If you have any problems, call me and   
   I'll come and help." I left her to prepare some food.  I could hear her   
   singing in the shower.  I was pleased to see and hear her sounding happy   
   with her life.  I sometimes felt so guilty at having sex with her.  I'd   
   seen all those news reports suggesting that adults having sex with children   
   somehow screws up their heads.  If saw any signs of her looking troubled or   
   upset I would stop.   
      
       After a while she came skipping into the kitchen, panties in hand,   
   "Look! See!" she said proudly, "I've done it!" Her knees bent, her crotch   
   pushed forward she presented me with a view of her freshly washed pussy   
   with string dangling from it!!  And there's me wondering whether she's   
   troubled or upset by our sexual relationship.  "Good girl!" I exclaimed.   
   "You're such a clever girl!." Pulling on her panties, she skipped off into   
   the bedroom returning with her dolly.  And, sitting on the sofa she gave   
   dolly a detailed account of her day!   
      
       We sat down for dinner.  "Tuti," I said "I took you to school to ask Mrs   
   Suhapa about the best way of learning you to read and write.  She said that   
   you are a very clever girl, you are not stupid, but that your should have   
   started school when you were four or five and now that you are twelve,   
      
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