Sally McMichael was sitting in the back row half asleep, the affect of listening to Billy Goats, a high school, legend twenty-two years ago, babble on and on about his boring life. He talked about his playing days Upover High, his great football career and his baseball career and his tracking career. He went to deep conversation about drug abuse and how he could have been more the auto repair guy if he would never gotten involved with cocaine. The guy went from legend to after school special in a span of twenty-two years, unbelievable and boring as hell to listen too.
Sally was eighteen years and hadn’t attended a class in three days. She supposed the good Lord was punishing by sending Billy Goats to class the day she finally decided to show up. She was an eighteen year old girl tired of wasting her life in school because she knew she would never get out of it. She was an eighteen year old sophomore who got ten credits in four years of schooling. The only thing she had to show for her four wasted years was a navy blue skirt and a white dress up shirt witch was the school uniform. Oh, and black dress up shoes and million pairs of awful looking navy blue socks. Sally learned to love the uniform she hadn’t so much four years ago. She even wears it when there is no school. She thinks it makes her look sexier then most girls who wear next to nothing on the weekends.
She wasn’t wearing any panties under her navy blue skirt, nor was she wearing a bra under her white dress up shirt. The fabric of these shirts have always made her nipples hard and she liked it like that. All the guys who sat close to her could see her red nipples sticking out of the shirt, and sometimes, on days the teacher in front wasn’t paying attention, she would unbutton her shirt and give the guys a better look. She loved to show off her body. And Sally loved to be satisfied. Every now and then she would stick her pen or pencil inside her, just so she could feel the pleasure she yearned for during a long school day.
When Billy Goats was done talking the bell rang. The boring bastard wasted an entire class period, fifty minutes talking about his pathetic life. It was finally over though. Off to lunch and then one more class and then there was home and evening of sex and fun.
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