Cynthia sat on the table of his locker, slowly and seductively folding her legs with the short school skirt that was exposing nearly all her bare laps. Sammy nervously stood up, saying “Sorry! Not now” as he parked his belongings from the locker and rushed behind the class without any second thought.

He peeped left and right and he saw that no one had followed him. He took a deep breath before seating on the lawn. He just needed a quick place.

Cynthia didn't give up as she paused and started guessing which road he had taken. “Dear dude, no one runs away from me. All the boys of this...