We laid there for a moment not wanting to move, but then we heard foot steps coming from the hall outside. The sound of dress shoes on cement.We jolte... up and both started to redress quickly, only putting on our shirts and our shorts and underwear at our ankles as if we were just using the stalls."Hey, who's in here?" a man yelled, our vice principal. We both didn't move a muscle. "Can I come in?" What?" I said."The teacher next door said she heard muffled yelling, I'm coming in, I just have to. “You get to ride around normally, with a seat belt on. I’d hate to have to give you a citation. Actually, I’d probably have to give myself the citation. Buckle up, please.”He shrugged and got in. “So why don’t you buckle up? I would think it would be dangerous if you had to be in a high-speed chase or something.”“It is. Still, I could be in and out of the vehicle a dozen times on a shift, and my equipment catches on the belt. Again, God forbid it gets exciting, but if it does, those few seconds. Should you choose to call or write, I will talk.I am sorry if I did something to upset you or scare you. I only wanted to spend my available time with you.If you should ever need me for something, Detroit is only an hour down the road from the school. Call me.I would like to say we could be friends, but I have never been able to be friends with a girl that I had considered a ‘Girlfriend’. I know we did not discuss it, and I never said anything, but I was exclusive, even without saying it.I have. Vonda had picked out an especially shameful outfit for me that day.There was a red thong that resembled the bottom of a bikini, and itshowed off the tiny bump made by my endowment. Attached to that andfitted over my narrow shoulders were loudly colored suspenders. On myfeet she had made me put slippers that had been bedazzled, which meansthey were covered with glued-on plastic jewels, tiny toys like you'd getfrom a gumball machine, and similar trinkets. As if that wasn't enough,she had dyed.