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Gay-Girl GamesSo instead of consoling the bereaved widow, I had to try to console myself, lying in my lonely bed in my lonely boardinghouse room. At least that was how the difficult month started. My job was in the so-called Middle School, rather like a high school setup but even more departmentalized. I taught history and English and had been asked to fill in for the ailing dramatics teacher, mostly an after-school project, a kind of workshop for one-act plays and such to be put on during the weekly assembly period. I liked it, the school, the town, everything-except for the awful frustration of those nights alone in bed. And almost as a form of amusement-for want of something better I began seeing the kids in my classes with an imaginative eye. Only the pretty girls, of course, although I tried to be impartial in my dealings with the entire group, boys included. All those budding tittles and coltish legs-so near and yet so far; what delicious torture! That was when I noticed Noelle Chisholm. Or-more accurately-when I first realized that she was noticing me ...» |
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