Iconoclasts
Dean Al French was sweating. He was always sweating. Students called him the Wet Towel. But this was different. This was unhealthy, had to be. If he kept his…
Ohgodohgodohgodohgod! This is great story fodder: http://www.startribune.com/sports/preps/135671328.html Simply put, during a school assembly, students are lined up and blindfolded. Then they have to guess who's kissing them. Last year it was fellow students and only pecks on the cheeks. This year there was some tongue and ass grabbing...yeee haw! But when the blindfolds came off, it was their opposite sexed PARENTS! (Instantly in my mind: Jason got an erection, Julie fell in love, Kristy felt something familiar and terrifying. And Mark, poor Mark knew exactly who it was.) Go! Go! Go!
Dean Al French was sweating. He was always sweating. Students called him the Wet Towel. But this was different. This was unhealthy, had to be. If he kept his…
It was terribly frustrating. Infuriating, even. But who could I be mad at? Not at them; they were all pretty, really. But it never failed to happen. We would…
I couldn’t see anything. The blindfold did it’s duty by blinding me fully. I could hear the chuckles and encouragement of others to have the mystery woman kiss…