Mark η Marketass

Those years down Lakkos St. marked him. Two adults, four children, one bathroom, a leaving breathing bathroom joke. He had the moves, an athlete, more of a dancer. Got invited everywhere and went. Was a plus to the business, friendly, gregarious, all out to please. They all got an education, he did too. What was the football stars nick-name? That was his name too! He danced, felt the heat, liked the boy's touch more than the girls. Teaching male youth excited him, wormed in to coaching. Invited some other coaches in, it was a hit, his father kicked him out an hit the shut door behind him. Some wench was teaching English for Specific Purposes, and there was an opening for a permanent teaching job offered to a Greek garage mechanic with some kind of an education. All male student bodies at the Vocational Tech high school.   Shop teacher, permanent position, he went rabid! The Greek from Greece got a burial deep in slander, Markie-Markass got the job. Slimed up the social ladder too. Slander, false bravado, hypocritical sucking up got him places. When he took them he didn't know them any longer. The wench lost her education material, the informant/spy gave it to him. He got the promotion to direct Vocational Education, she was out! The Greek mechanic worked longer hours at the garage to bring up his kids, Markie-Markos had his summers off to travel to far away places with ever more rich exotic friends. What he liked best was Church Gym. Nine year olds with talent and ambition to play ball. Markie "played" them all, but when it came to Greek butt from Greece Markos-Marketass played a hands on game. Father Arnie always got fooled that Makie was a pillar of strength for the after school extra curriculars.  Who was to know Marketass kicked ass for his kinky jollies? When ha spoke to Father he was careful to conceal his heated passionate animosity for Greek boys from Greece. Once they saw him rough house some youth down the Voc gym, and he lost the coaching job. Roughness in interfering they said. He was calm in the classroom though, and down the church. He always had his summers off, and he could kick wenches from Greece in the teeth for good sport too! He was MARKIE-MAKIE-MARKOS-ONE HELL OF A MARKETASS