.."By now, Randall had a pretty good grip on what was up. "Oh?" Um, yeah, like Peggy did..." Erin blushed, solidifying things.Randall didn't let her o...f the hook. "I didn't charge Peggy, so I guess she didn't pay me."The blush got worse. "Oh, Man..." She turned away.Randall took pity on her. "Do you really need tutoring?" Well, uh, maybe..." But that's not why you're here..." No."Randall frowned. "Maybe I paid Peggy fifty bucks to tell people I'm a stud." No, I'm not buying that." Erin managed. During class, some of Mrs. Gibson's leg crossing and other posturing seemed be an attempt to get our attention, but I thought maybe that was my overactive imagination.The problem remained that most of us boys weren't very good students, and it seemed to frustrate Mrs. Gibson. One day near the end of the first semester, she dismissed the girls and asked all of the boys to stay late. She gave us a speech on how many of us were in danger of failing the semester. She intimated that it reflected. "I thought you told me you were going to break up with her." Uh, well, I didn't," I said. "Until last week, anyway. So I, uh, told you about this?" Yes, don't you remember?" Lynn asked. "You said it was disgusting. You couldn't believe she wanted you to do that. How come you didn't break up with her right then and there?" I guess she must be pretty persuasive, huh?" I scratched my head."Men," Lynn shook hers. "All you have to persuade is the little head. The big one never stands a chance. So. Who told you where to find me?"James lifted his eyebrows as if the answer was too obvious to voice. "Georgia?", she whispered."Who else? She still cares about you"."Have you seen her?", she asked striving to sound indifferent."Yes. I wanted her advice and she agreed to see me". Sensing that the subject was painful for her he continued, "She tried to act like it didn't matter but she couldn't. I believe that she still loves you"."Our friendship is over", she said miserably."No", he objected..