Now, Louise wasn't overly fond of gossiping, but the idea of the glamorous Miss Jenkins, whom all the boys drooled over, and the wimpish Mr Powell being together was too outrageous not to be fascinating news.Now, Louise wasn't overly fond of gossiping, but the idea of the glamorous Miss Jenkins, whom all the boys drooled over, and the wimpish Mr Powell being together was too outrageous not to be fascinating news. Hence, she replied, `No! Really?', and Andrew proceeded to assure her that the intelligence was quite trustworthy, coming from Simon Young's brother, who'd seen them himself. Before Louise was really aware of it, she was in conversation with the unbearable Andrew Manchester, and quite enjoying it too! Louise was feeling rather tingly during the whole conversation. Here he was sitting on her desk, larger than life, and, in some undefined way, rather threatening. He was an autonomous person, not a dream phantom under her control, and she was very aware that he was all male. Different. Sexy. Louise's fantasy of him kissing her until she was too weak to stand had come back to haunt her with his first words, and while, with superhuman effort, she'd overcome it well enough to function something like an articulate human being, she hadn't overcome it to the extent that she was free from a constant sexual buzz. |