" Actually, I went to the nurse's office to see Mrs. Jones. When I walked in, she looked at me and said, "I know, I know. Bend over the table." She pr...epared the Shot, and gave it to me. "How did you know what I wanted?" I asked her. "Because of that 'freshly-fucked' afterglow on your face. Did it in the parking lot, didn't you?" she asked. "No, on the wall next to the steps", I answered. "Damn", she said. "We're going to either have to declare that wall a 'free-fucking zone', or put barbed wire. Mincing back, concerned how he was walking in those damn highheeled boots, he looked into the box to make sure there wasn't anythinginside. There lay a small black velvet box and a small pink purse. "This can't be good," he sexily moaned. He'd have to remindhimself not to speak anymore. His own voice was now so filled withsexual passion, just speaking was turning himself on! He sighed with trepidation, sounding more like a sigh ofenticement, made a mental note not to do that. I picked up my bicycle, and we walked down the sidewalk, aware that Lori Wilkinson was watching us until we rounded a corner and moved out of her sight.We walked slowly toward Molly's house, reluctant to part company. We talked quietly about the upcoming school year, about soccer, about nothing. When we stopped in her driveway, her house was dark."It doesn't look like anybody's home," I said."I guess not. Heather had a date, and Mom and Dad were going out with some friends, but I thought Josh. He looked across at her while she was dealing with Carl. She was pale and slender. Underneath her baseball cap, he could see some wisps of brown hair. He was looking at her in profile, trying to be surreptitious, so he couldn’t get a full view of her, but the view he did have was a good one. Probably some rich wife slumming it. Occasionally he ran into one of those, looking to see how the other half lives. And fucks. Then they could run off back to their sugar daddies, content that they’d done.