Walking around her heavy, black-wood desk, Ms. Boner carried a slim, leather whip. Seeing it brought confusion to my face, but I held my tongue, wanti...g to see what she would do. I mean, I didn't think I did anything to deserve that kind of punishment, but it sort of excited me just having something happening behind closed doors. "You've become a very naughty girl, and all because you wrote a poem of hidden desires. If you let me, I will teach you everything I can on such matters." Her voice. It was only a dream, "im coming im comjng hold your horses ma" i yelled back. so today was just like anyother day. get up eat breakfast, use bathroom, shower, dress, and walk out the dorr dressed in carhartts chipewas and a carhartt winter jacket, oh ywah i forgot to mention im a fat kid in northern Vermont, not popular and a social outcast. anyways as i wss walking to school i noticed Courtney walkig about 75 yards ahead of me with hersister and her mom, shes a junior and im a sophmore who. “Yes, but of course. Why else would I write so many sex stories?” I added.“So, are you working on a story now?” She inquired.“Ah, yes.” I answered.I explained to her that I was working on a story but I was having trouble finishing it. I was having difficulty with the sex scene. It seems after a certain amount of sex story writing, it is hard for me to keep the sex parts fresh. I told her I was starting to think of the sex parts in my stories as more of a necessary evil.“So, you think sex. The lights were on but dimmed. They seemed to be just talking and listening to music softly playing on the stereo. Gus had his arm on the top of the couch. His fingers were softly stroking Debbie's long blonde hair. I don't think Debbie even noticed he was doing it. I made out a few words as they talked. It seemed that Gus was telling Debbie about how he'd never had sex with any of his girlfriends. They just didn't seem to want him. Debbie was telling him that it wasn't the right time and when.