"Afternoon," I told her."How's it going?" Not bad. How was your first class?" Easy. I hate that we have to take all those liberal arts crap classes. I... could sleep through philosophy and still get an A." I know what you mean," I nodded. "I still needed my gym requirement and the only thing left open was weightlifting."That sent Melanie in to a titter of laughter. "You! Weightlifting? I've always been surprised that you could manage to lift a pencil." She reached over and easily wrapped her hand. She then started to spread fake rumors about me in her school, such as how I don't shave my pubes (which I do) and that I have a small dick (untrue). She claimed I tried fucking her and that she denied me or something like that. This put me into a deep depression, as there was nothing I could do about this and I realized how hard it was gonna be to prove everyone this was wrong. Otherwise life was fine, as I had a successful football season and even better wrestling season as I placed 3rd in. Fitting, huh? I picked up my phone with one hand as I drove and hit the speed dial button I had programmed a few weeks ago.“Hi. Here we come.”“Yeah, she’s a bit upset.”“Ten minutes.”“Oh that will be funny! See you.”I disconnected the call and looked at Burt.“Burt, this is going to be funny.”He smiled and I drove on.I pulled into the driveway of my good friend Roger Clown. We had known each other for years, I thought. But like they say, you learn something new every day. When I stopped and. .." It probably wasn't a lesson, it was a bigon." Yeh, Mr. Matthews, teach me about chemistry." Oh, Mr. Matthews, let's get physics-acle."I finally ended it with, "Don, don't worry about a thing. Your toes'll stick up for you when you're down."He was shrunk down in his chair as if he'd like to disappear -- but he was laughing at himself despite it.George finally took mercy on him and rolled on to another couple segments. There were more shots of some girl's ass getting grabbed by different.