I had a terrific self-indulgent fantasy this week as I walked the two miles to the office.

I really love that half an hour as I silently wrestle with my private thoughts or occasional urges to have immediate sexual intercourse with a passing femme-fetale. It’s the naked power of it all, especially if the sun’s showing signs of life. (I’m a Leo; we’re all sun worshippers. The pale ones are still in the closet.)

Tuesday morning I was in serious mode. What triggered the fantasy I can’t recall, but I suddenly found myself in the role of the Headmaster of a Boys’ Public School. It was the first day back from the summer term. I’d called a morning assembly of all the lads whereupon I told them that, following this immediate event they were to return to the classrooms and write an essay on how they’d spent their vacation.

I then added that what I was particularly anxious to learn about was, during these few weeks of absence, what had they Given?

I suddenly became a different character, Joe Troublemaker, the fearless hunk of testosterone in year eleven. I began my essay, ‘During the first week of my summer vacation I gave seven different lasses a good shagging’.

Flash back to me as the Headmaster (who’d been expecting something on these lines) deliberating how to deal with this blatant display of daring do. Considering that the seven of his essay was probably a reality of two – or a three at the most (it Being a Troublemaker) I decided to…

… argh – torn from my fantasy by the cruel arrival of my office door.

Back in the real world I suspect that the nature of this fantasy was a personal attempt to make public the need for teenage lads to move from the natural urges of the juvenile – that of a Taker – to the mature role of the adult – being a Giver.

This change-over which I reckon is a very major element of teenagerdom isn’t helped by the selfish society in which we exist these days. Guys need to be prompted and then encouraged to change their attitude. Additionally, for it to become meaningful it has to be given the energy of Action.

When a guy looks back at that time of his ‘boy’ state it’s amazing how clear becomes the huge energy he expended to Take – say, how speedily he could inconvenience himself to borrow the dinner jacket for the School Prom compared to the small amount of energy he gave to its tardy return.

I’ve often thought that the reason fatherhood is such a sudden ball-buster for many guys is because they’ve never had much experience of Giving in their life, this far – certainly nothing like the level required of them now they’re a dad.

Surprise! Surprise! They’re suddenly aware that it isn’t enough to feed their little treasure at one end, but also keep its little botty fresh and sweet-smelling at the other.

(Thanks to the recent issues of the CALMzine, I’ve become an avid reader of Matt Brown’s ‘Frazzled Daddy’ pieces.)

As all too often happens when I’m on a hot fantasy, I reach

the office before the (theoretical) orgasm moment. As it is though, I reckon there’s more to be had from this Taking/Giving theme. As the professionals say, I think ‘it’s got legs’.

I’ll keep working on it.

I suppose being really honest, I’m not too much bothered about the Headmaster role, but I’m quite keen to discover how life progressed for Joe Troublemaker…