"You might make more sense."You might make more sense." The bell rung at that moment, and the girl hurried past, disappearing around the corner. Fortunately, the hallway had been deserted, and Martin knew he could count on Anton not to spread the story around school. As they slipped into their first hour class, Martin wondered about the new girl, what her name was, and, more importantly, if he would have any classes with her. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Martin learned that he did, indeed, have a class with her: his algebra class, the last period of school. Old man Barnett introduced her as Aphasia Chavarro, an exchange student from Guatemala, who would be attending Herringway High School for the entire year. Barnett had each member of the class give their names, and when Martin gave his name, he saw Aphasia smile a bit, which caused some red to flow to his cheeks. She sat in the empty desk to the right of Martin, and it was all Martin could do to not stare directly at Aphasia's sensual body. Her legs were long and smooth, and folded gracefully under the desk. Her cutoffs displayed the curves of her ass perfectly, and her breasts had a firm, supple look. And her face...her face was gorgeous, with black hair tumbling to her shoulders, a petite nose and trim lips, and deep hazel eyes. |