“So how was that?” she asked. Wagner was no longer hiding the concern on her face. Free porn Wagner’s hips. Immature. At worst, she could explain away that she gave me someone else’s post-it. Her pen in my backpack. After shutting the door, I turned around, and was promptly pinned to the door by Ms. This was her telling me, ‘I’m into girls.’ This was happening. “Masturbating?”
She lowered an eyebrow. “I’m sorry that I called you here, I hope you can understand,” she began, smiling sympathetically at me. “It’s both the start of you being an adult and the last time you’ll really get to feel like you’re young.
