**DISCLAIMER:**
*I’m an adult and this story is intended solely for other adults to enjoy. The contents of this post are purely fantasy.*
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Ever since I’d first met him in grade-school, bullying Tyler McFarlane had been my favourite pass-time — *besides football and watching porn, that is.* You could have called it my ‘hobby’. Each and every morning, when I walked through the entrance of our high-school, I knew I’d been provided by the universe with another unique opportunity to torment Tyler. And I never let one of those go to waste…
*…But of course, nothing good can last forever.* Eventually, I simply grew bored with the whole endeavour. Tyler had become too resigned to his fate, I suppose, in a way that made further ridicule seem like it’d be less satisfying. At this point, I’d started to wonder if bullying Tyler had become diminishing returns. And besides, it was grade twelve already and I had better things to be spending my time doing: like *attending parties,* mostly. Which brings me to my story.