There seemed no other place she could hide, owing to the absence of trees in this particular bit of street. She felt the oil dripping onto her back an... cursed the owner for the slovenly way he maintained his vehicle. The wretched people hung around chatting and making their farewells for what seemed to the impatient and shivering Veronica to be an age. Finally all but two left. This particular pair were obviously young and deeply in love - something with which Veronica could appreciate after. Ms. Hammer had quickly become my favorite teacher. But I could skip a day. My college professors wouldn't even notice. After a little muttering, we all decided to just not go to school on Friday.I could think of a few other things about how a girls' sleepover and a guys' sleepover were different. I decided, though, to keep them to myself.Friday, we did what any bunch of teenaged guys who were cutting school would do. We found a place to play basketball. Technically the courts at IUSB were for. " You told me more than they did at school. At least you told me it was natural to want to touch myself. Anyway, I found one story that could have been describing me. The girl in the story wasn't a virgin but she had only been with a couple of boys and thought sex consisted of kissing, touching and then letting the boy get between her legs. The writer created a series of stories about this girl and in each one, she learned something new that she could do."A week or two after reading that first. "The explanation took longer than she had hoped, but in the end, Jennifer swore to keep her secret.At 8:57PM Melody Knocked on the door of the office at the specified address, then tried the handle. It didn't budge."Why are you here, Ms. Carter?" a disembodied voice asked."I was, um, told to come here..." she began, only to be cut off."We know that, Ms. Carter! Why were you told to come here?" Its, um, part of my program..." again she was cut off."We know that too, Ms. Carter!" the voice said.