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The cheerleader blew itSuzy looked down at Duane. He was cute, she thought. He had a punkish crew cut, and he was tall. She wrote him a note, asking him if he would stay after class with her. She handed it to the girl next to her and she gave it to Duane. He read it and nodded. The class bell sounded. The boys and girls filed out, and Miss Peterson gathered her lecture notes and left. Duane sat at his desk. Suzy fiddled with her purse until the room emptied. Suzy wore a sweet little denim, blue skirt that hemmed out six inches above her knees and a dark blue sweater. Her honey-blonde hair was swept back on the sides and held there with white barrettes. Then she had it bobbed into a ponytail that curved up and fell down on her shoulders. Her beautiful round face was lightly touched with a wine-colored blush, and her lips were bright red with fresh lipstick. She came over and stood in front of Duane. "Well, did Leslie tell you?" "Uh-huh," he said, blushing. "Well?" "If you let me see yours first," he said. "All right," Suzy said. She lifted the hem of her skirt and revealed tight pink panties ...» |
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