He dove into his daily fantasy and started undressing his teacher. I’m not advocating, approving, dissuading, I’m only telling the story. It trembled. I have also added details and events to make it a good story while maintaining anonymity. Where’s mom?”
“I don’t need help,” Gloria said. “Fuck, oh, fuck,” he moaned. Her wonderful melons rested on the table when she reached for the Parmesan. “See ya.” She turned and walked away. Even if he didn’t recognize her voice or the smell of her strawberry shampoo or the feel of her long, soft fingers, he’d know. “Mom said it’s almost time for dinner. “Boo!” Gloria shouted in the dark corridor. Maybe he did something mean to her years ago that he didn’t remember. Darlene shoved books into her locker and slammed it. “Deana!”
“Is it true what they say about redheads?” She took off ahead of his swing. He dove into his daily fantasy and started undressing his teacher. He said, “Double click this icon.”
She pretended she cared, and said, “Wow, it’s so clear!” She played up the dumb blonde roll.
