One day, me and Chris were skipping chemistry together, like we often did. Chris had to use the bathroom. We went into the change room, and he used the urinal. He finished up, and we just hung out in the change room for a while, talking. We locked the door just in case someone catches
Marshall blinked in the bright light, shut his eyes, then opened them and slowly lifted his head. All he saw was blue and white. He was in a room with white walls and a blue floor, and he was lying on the floor. It didn’t feel like a floor because it was soft and springy.
In my junior year at high school I had already discovered the joys of sexuality through my Aunt Cindy and additionally through her boyfriend at the time. School just seemed the logical place to act out on some of my newfound skills. After my sexual awakening I found that I took much greater notice in
“I’m exhausted,” said Vernon as he pulled the car door shut. “I just want to go home, Selma. It was hotter than hell out there, but the coach made us do the full two-a-days. I’m going to eat something fast and fall into bed. “We have to stop at my house first,” said Selma. “No!”
“Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked. “The party starts in an hour.” I was startled to see Janet in a light blue bathrobe and slippers. “Oh, I’ve been trying to sew this darn thing, but I can’t do it without a form,” she responded, discouraged. “Well, we don’t have a lot of time left and