”“I didn’t push him, if that’s what you meant. I simply asked him if he would like a sexy kiss for his birthday!”I laughed hard, “You aske... him to have sex with you, you dope!”“What?”“When Jesse was little, say from age two to age five, he equated kissing with sex. I guarantee you that connection came back because of who you are and what he had seen when he was three!”“Oops!” she laughed. “I suppose I did. Well, it doesn’t appear to have done any lasting harm.”“I’m sure that it didn’t.”“I’ll. ” “How does that make you time travel?”He made his way to a stack of denim, pulling out a pair of blue jeans that looked close enough to fit. “If I can explode it, the crystal creates what’s called, black matter; a mass far denser than its surroundings. Essentially, it implodes the environment within a vicinity that is proportionate to its size. The bigger the crystal, the bigger the hole.” He unfurled the pants with a vigorous snap as if wrinkles would be a bother. “Now, if I can do this,” he. Do you have anything to say about it?"She figured she might as well try to make the most of it by seeing how far she could go now that she was out in the open. She let her knees drift open just enough for him to think about looking up her skirt, and began to move them slowly closer, then farther apart like a nervous little girl."Oh, Mr. M, I'm sorry to be such a problem for you. But sometimes I get a little overcome by my mood, and I really thought your were out, so I sort of let myself have. I sat on the bleachers and waited. I put my shoes on in the meantime. The bell rang at 5pm and I walked back to the boy’s locker room.Mr. Crocker sat right in front of the door. ‘Where were you,’ I asked.‘Basketball practice was cancelled,’ he said.‘Then why didn’t anyone tell me,’ I asked.‘Because we need to talk,’ Mr. Crocker said.‘Look, I’m sorry for being late,’ I sighed. ‘I just gotta get myself together.’‘I know,’ he said. I looked up, surprised. ‘That’s not what I wanted to talk to you.