Was that illegal? So I asked. “Is that illegal?”The policeman grimaced. “It’s complicated.” He waved at the headmistress, “Perhaps you’r... more qualified to answer?”The headmistress didn’t look like she thought she was. “Yes, very complicated,” she concurred.Seeing that he wasn’t going to get someone else to take over, the policeman proceeded. “I talked it over with my sergeant before I came over this morning. As best we can tell, you must be at school, or in an apprenticeship, or volunteering. Just when she was beginning to think she wouldnt be able to take this, Max backed off, slowly kissing his way down her abdomen, giving Jazz time to recover, pulling her back from the brink of orgasm. Jazz was both relieved and frustrated, relieved that she didnt cum without permission, but frustrated that she had been that close to the brink without feeling an intense orgasm crashing over her. Jazz didnt have long to think about her precarious position, as Max flicked his tongue across her. What then? Write her a note? Nah…wait…maybe, but not a note though. I had recently discovered that I enjoyed creative writing. I had submitted one of my short stories to an online writing site for critique, and it had been well received. If I remembered correctly, there was a Valentine’s Day writing contest going on. Maybe I could put how I felt down in a short story and ask her to critique it. I still wasn’t sure though. What if the story sucked, or the idea freaked her out? Could I risk it? I. The kiss was dead. Cold. Lifeless. She pulled her head back “That was worse than my first kiss when I was fourteen.”I agreed, “We have to do better. If we do that on stage they’ll boo us right out of the building. We have to get over this reluctance to be intimate and be the actors we think we are; we have to act out the scene. We have to become the romantic couple in love no matter what we feel. Start acting.”Toni looked up into my face, put her hands on each side of my head and pressed her.