I tenderly shift in my seat between a couple hundred of my closest friends in the “S” section. After John didn’t assault me in an abandoned classroom, I had to rush to find Dan and then to find my spot in the procession, barely sharing a word with her out of nervousness. Rushing and pearl panties do not go well together. At least not when you don’t want to come.
Dan’s speech is great. She must have been working on it very hard. It was good when she practiced in front of me last week, but it wasn’t a showstopper. Towards the end of the speech, her eyes meet mine in the crowd and she smiles. I feel the cream leak out of me onto the pearls, onto my skirt. At least I have the hideous robe to cover up.
She doesn’t miss a beat, though, her eyes only resting on mine for a moment before she loo
