He had blonde hair that came to about his eye brows. He was mighty cute. "Hi!" I said happily, with a smile. He smirked. I guessed it was my accen...t. He didn't say anything. I sat up. He stared at me. I tilted my head and smiled slightly. "Do ya' wanna come sit with me?" Uh, no. I'm alright." He smiled and kind of half laughed."Okay then." I laid back down, and closed my eyes."How old are you now?" He asked, suspiciously. I smiled. "I'm seventeen. How old are you?" I asked even. Is that why you called?" No ... I just wanted to make sure you had my cell phone number." No problem, I've got caller ID and I'll save it right away. In the meantime I've got to go. Talk to you later," she said, ending the call before I could wish her good luck. Damn.I called John Fortrand and gave him my cell number and he made a note of it. Next it was Norman Fears."Mr. Fears, I called to let you know my cell number. I can give it to you, if you like." Yes, thank you. I wanted to call you. She quickly splayed the blanket upon the office floor along with the pillow and proceeded to push him down on top of it. Still in shock, Gregory stared in eager lust, fire throbbing through his loins as she tore her blouse open, exposing her ripe, awaiting breasts, starving for attention. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Before he could stop himself his hands were cupping as much breast as they possibly could, letting the soft, luxurious flesh mold to shape between his rough fingers. Gasping at. “I’m giving you a one hour detention starting now. Please go and wait outside my office while I think of something suitably demeaning for you to do.”An hour’s detention meant I wouldn’t be able to take the minibus so I’d miss the race. “But...” I started to protest.“If you object, I’ll double it,” threatened Mrs Crocker.I looked at Eugenie. Why wasn’t she saying anything on my behalf? After all, she had instigated the kiss. She refused to meet my eyes, looking down at the floor.I set off.