Just seeing her start on her arms, making her tan-golden skin glisten sent ripples of heat through me. My hands clenched, my desires burning so hot fo... her.“I have to use the restroom,” I squeaked, popping to my feet.“Kay,” Lana said, still looking at her phone.Mrs. Teller just smiled at me. Then I fled, my bare feet slapping on the wooden decking around their pool as I raced to their house, pushing open the sliding glass door and darting inside. It wasn't much cooler indoors. Like most houses. That whole morning had been - what did the English teacher call it? - surparealistic. Or something.Wednesday am - LisaWell, it's Wednesday. According to the published statistics on the OANIS (that's the Online Annals of NIS), Wednesday is when more virgins lose it than any other day. I considered my prospects: dim at best.I buttered my English Muffin can drank my juice. It didn't seem very likely that my "romantic partner" and I would hook up. I wondered what the statistics were for meathead. The minute we got home, I took my stuff up to my room, and then came back down and got a little folding table, the kind you use to eat at the TV, which we sometimes did and picked up the heavy dictionary and put it on it. It was just the right height now, to read, like a book.Our front door opened and closed, and it was Betty, with two friends, both cousins and very pretty. They all came in the room, with my 2nd cousin Shirley asking me, “What are you doing, Priest?”Was she flirting?“I’m. John arrived at school anticipating total chaos. He was totally caught off guard when he noticed there was an air of calm confusion. Much like the first day at any school.As he slowly wandered the halls, surveying his new surroundings, he heard a deep, male voice yell, “You! Come over here!”John looked around to see was yelling and who they were yelling at. But it seemed that no one was paying any attention. In fact, it appeared that most of the students were walking with their heads.