It was two in the afternoon and I was horny.It was two in the afternoon and I was horny. Unfortunately the middle of the day isn't the best time to find companionship, unless you're willing to pay for it. I wasn't. Lying in bed in the hotel, I debated masturbating and thought to myself, "what am I going to? I don't want to sit around this room until the bars get busy in only," I looked at my watch and rolled my eyes, "seven hours." I decided to take a long walk around Atlanta's downtown. After almost an hour of window-shopping and girl-watching I found myself across the street from St. Bart's High School for girls. It was three and I heard a bell ring. The doors swung open and a horde of hot high school girls poured out onto the sidewalk. They were dressed identically--short plaid skirts, white shirts and knee socks. |