And I had two friends who each seemed to suddenly think of me as a piece of recreational equipment whenever the opportunity arose. And I had to keep that last bit secret, lest that it get weird. (For everyone else. It was already weird for me!)

I had no time to work on kissing Poppy's pretty mouth, or burying my face in Jenn's impressive rack. I have be honest, of course. I certainly was thinking about both of them. And I was making it a practice to pay special attention to each of them whenever we passed in the halls.

And the worst of my situation was, when Beth and...