But instead of going left to the men's locker room, I ran to the right - to the girls. Past the other halls to the showers. The changing rooms and sho...ers were each connected by a door. But since nobody wanted to take a shower at school, they were always empty. I crept silently to the through door and pressed my ear against it. Nothing. I took another deep breath before I mustered up all my courage and stepped into the girls' locker room. Fortunately for me, no one was there. I looked across. He stayed behind and just followed Janet around the mall for over an hour. He said guys were turning around to watch her walk, those high heels accentuating her bare calves and looking sexy as hell. He said he had this raging hard on just ogling her. Every once in a while she would stop, like in front of a store window, pretending to be interested in the display, and bend over slightly to look. She seemed to know exactly how far the coat was rising up in the back, 'cause she would stop bending. ” You pull me to my feet and then hoist me back up onto the table. “How bad do you want it?” you tease, as your hand slides down the back of my wet calf. “I’d do anything.” “I’m going to double you up,” you tell me, slipping one of my stilettos off. You bring the candy-red stem to my lips and I lick the milk with long sweeps of my tongue “These slutty red shoes,” you say, turning them to the side carefully so that I can clean the base of the heel with my mouth. “You like to wear them when. But that was just on the outside. What his classmates and teachers saw emanating from within was unmistakable if difficult to pin down or articulate. There was a new confidence within him that they'd never seen before; tentative, perhaps, but it was there. He seemed to walk a little taller. His eyes weren't permanently fixed on the floor in front of him. When he spoke, he looked you in the eye, and he didn't mumble like he used to.His grammar was much improved. He still made mistakes and Annie.