A Little After-School Flirtation
I'm not sure, but I think I got myself in a dilly of a pickle. Constance, the custodian, caught me staring today. The thing is that I think that she thought I was making googely eyes at her when, in fact, I was sizing up the trashcan that she was emptying. It had one of those world maps in it. You know the ones--they cover up nearly an entire wall. Boy, I could see myself all wrapped up in that come wintertime. Not an inch of me would be exposed to the elements. Oh God, I think I was even licking my lips.