A new one on me.
So the kid explains……
“FF” for Forbidden Fruit. She’s look, but don’t touch.” He smiles. “And no talking about her T.”
“She’s wacky?”
“Shit, no–the brother is. This past summer, at the pool, she walks by in her bathing suit and some kid in high school, turns to his friend and says “Jesus, look at those T! The brother is right behind her. Before the kid even knows what’s going on, her brother, Doug, has him by his shirt and has lifted him off his chair, three feet up and against the wall.”
I’m impressed. I guess they don’t call him ‘Doug Buttkicker’ for fun.
“He says something like ‘give me a good reason why I shouldn’t kick your ass right now.’ The kid almost shits himself. Of course, he apologizes over and over. As you can guess, ain’t no one ever gonna make comments about that chest ever again.”
Well, gee whiz. She’s so nice. Hell, I’m satisfied just to get eyefuls of those legs. She even smiles if we pass in the hall. I sit beside her in social studies, and 2 seats behind her in a study hall.
Things change for the better in October. The girl who sat behind me in science, Lynne McDermott, disappears. We could tell from the few times she asked questions, she wasn’t catching on. She was a changeling–Monday, she’d be in heels, fancy dress, and styled hair. Wednesday she’d be in jeans (gasp!), sneakers (scandal!!) and hair pulled back. Obviously, this girl was not a member of the ruling class of moneyed monkeys.
Teacher gives no information. “That girl Lynne won’t be coming back. You guys back there can move up.” ‘You guys” means Alison is now right behind me. Now, those 8-foot legs are just a glance away. THERE’s some science I need to memorize.