"What?" Jack asked. "Dude", said Devon, "I don't know what to tell you." What? Tell me what?"Jack got his response once he answered his phone, realizi...g what the commotion was all about. "What the fuck?" he said. "What the fuck?" Mr. Phelps", said the teacher, "I will not permit this type of behavior in my classroom. The rest of you turn off those phones right now."Soon the teacher would join in on the commotion when his phone rang. What he saw onscreen did little to the imagination. "Oh,. Reaching my waist he said, are you nervous. Yes I said quickly. Smiling he said, it's OK. We're friends right. Shaking I nodded my head. Mr Smith popped the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. Spreading my pants open he said, I think I found something like these. My heart pounded and my breathing quickened. Mr Smith tugged on the legs of my pants till they were down to my knees tapping the back of my leg I raised it, then the other. Standing in my underwear he pulled me forward. Kissing. The caller ID again said: Amanda Powell. He immediately knew she had reached a decision as she asked him where they could meet. He suggested Kate’s condo where they could talk in private. Amanda agreed and he said he would wait for her at the gate to the underground car park. A better discreetness to meet him she wouldn’t find. She knew it because that wasn’t the first time she was at Kate’s condo. He apologized to his housemates that an emergency had occurred and he had to leave. He arrived at. Still, I waited, hoping in a selfish way for at last that long awaited peckof her coral-glossed lips on my cheek at least, but my luck was still out. "Thank you," her almost whispery voice said, her pale eyelashesdropping if more than just shy of meeting mine. "You...you don't knowwhat this does for me, Greg." "You don't know what you do to me!" I japed and her eyes flicked upto me in a strange way, almost if hinting that somehow in the most basicprivate way she did. She turned her.