Stand up." I really didn't want to use my feet. I could still feel echoes of the pain. I looked down at them. It looked as though I was pointing my...toes downward, like a gymnast might, though not as straight. I flexed my right foot to point it out straight without a problem. I tried to flex the foot so that the toes pointed back toward me, and though I could feel the strains and pressures, my toes still pointed slightly downwards. I put my feet on the floor and went to stand, but fell. I peered outside and saw her chatting to the teacher. She gave him a small wave of farewell and came back to the car.'Who's that?' asked Holly. 'Do you know him?' Cathy pinked up. 'He's the man I was out with on Saturday.' I remembered – we probably all did – the stain on Cathy's red dress. She started the engine and was about to drive away when an idea occurred to me.'Would you ask him round, please.' Cathy turned to look at me through the rear-view mirror. 'To the house?' 'Yes. For dinner and. The entire trip had been like an amazing dream – I had gotten more action in the last 48 hours than the last, I dont even know how many years- and now that I was back home I was beginning to wonder if somehow I had imagined the whole thing, or if maybe I had died on the way there, like maybe the train derailed or something, and maybe I was in heaven. It sure felt like it. When I got into the house it was quiet and the lights and tv were off. Hello? I called out. Nothing. Then I noticed a note. The guilt racked through him, but then he closed his eyes and went back to his desk, tracing every inch of Izzy with his lips. Isabel, his little ally; he wouldn’t swap that feeling for anything and he couldn’t wait to feel it again. But what if someone found out? What if someone had caught them? What if she regretted the whole thing? What if she told on him? She was legal but he could still lose his job. Worse what if Izzy didn’t feel the same way? The next day at school they were both on.