Mar 9, 2010
Posted by celiapleete in I'm 12 years old and what is this?, fashion | Comments
Secrets and Lies.
Secrets flashed wordlessly between them. The school chastity ball brought forth a night of passion…forbidden by most cultures, yes, but not one without fire and raw lust. Chaperoned by him, seduced in a golf cart afterward. Oh, if only they could repeat that magical night, but all she could say to him was,
“Good morning, Mike…I mean, Mr. Hammond.”
“Good morning, Patti. I trust you did your…homework last night?” He coughed nervously. Mrs. Taylor was in the elevator.
“I did, sir. I did it all night.”
“Good girl.”

