‘Oh my god, did I.. Oh no,’ I used some of the erotic phrasing I had tried in my last published story. What would the teacher think. I spent the w...ekend on tender-hooks half expecting my teacher to make contact but she didn’t. Monday I had English last period and, even though we weren’t expecting the papers to be marked until Friday, I was still expecting the axe to fall. My worst fears were realised when she looked up at the bell and said ‘Josh, would you please stay behind’. Even though I was. She looked through the drawer, searching for the sweats she remembered wearing on previous jogging trips.But that brought her up short. Previous jogging trips? How could she have refused every previous offer to go jogging, but actually remember having been jogging? But she clearly remembered having gone jogging.But there was another thing. If she had ever accepted one of David's offers, wouldn't she remember jogging with him? But she only remembered jogging alone. But then she remembered years. I’m still a virgin but you can fuck me day and night if you want to. I’m willing. I’m very willing.”So I said, “Okay but what’s your name?”She blushed and replied, “Oh God! I’m sorry. My name is Samantha Smith, I’m fourteen years old, I’m a freshman, and I have been in love with you ever since I first laid eyes on you.”I replied, “Well hello Samantha. My name is Fran, I’m eighteen years old, a senior this year, and I really like you too even though it has just been a couple of minutes. John smiled as he thought about the Nymphs in their revealing nurses’ uniforms. “I’m sure the citizens of Valia Gate will be very grateful for their assistance.”“Oh, I get it now!” Dana exclaimed, drawing all their attention. Realising everyone was looking at her, the redhead swiped her fingers across the console, bringing up a planetary map of Valia Gate. “I just realised why the city is called Forty-Seven...”The light-grey and green planet had several vertical rings, which wasn’t that unusual.