”He was cut off by a number of shouts of objection and a loud clamoring by people trying to ask questions.“I’m not answering any questions here....This will turn the class into a shouting match. If you have questions, please email them to me...”Cynthia stood up. “Sir, this is not a question, it’s a statement.”“Please sit down...”“I will not sit. You will listen, sir,” she declared as she strode to the front. Suddenly Cynthia radiated an aura of command and authority. “And I mean to speak and will. I pay for my items quickly and head back over to Bill without looking back at Jamie. CHAPTER ELEVEN A minute later, Trixie comes back with this huge, giddy smile on her face. "Oh my God, you little slut! I totally saw that," she says to me as she sits down. I raise my eyebrow. "What?" "As if you don't know," she waves her hand in a dismissive fashion. "You and Jamie Wrighton ogling each other in the middle of the cafeteria, that's what." "I was not. He was just apologizing for bumping into me,". Behind her were the sounds of the party still going on. She turned to look and should still see the dull glow of the dance floor just behind the rise of the sand dunes.Like ghosts the figures came over the rise, clothing dropping like autumn leaves. Laughing voices charging towards the surf.Bare skin dimpling at the first touch of the cold salt water, the sound of splashing filling the air as hormone enflamed bodies charged at each other.She remembered the feeling of Johnny's knob her hand. The. .. how much I love you." She clasped my knees, pressing her face against me. "Please don't go." She held me like that while I tried to convince myself to turn away, to leave. My body was betraying me."Michael," she said. She held me for a moment, wiping her tears against my jeans. "I can... I can make it up to you."She wasn't wearing much make-up, but what she had had run all down her face. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her eyes were bright.Misreading my face, she brought her hands up to my.