Meg smiled at all of the sudden praise. "Maybe I am good looking," she said to herself. And her looks improved imperceptively.
Bill, one of the less academically and more recreationally inclined students was sitting in the back of the class, eyes on Meg. Bill had been gradually building a reputation as a bit of a lady killer. Up till now he had dismissed Meg as below his standard. But, strangely, she seemed much more attractive today. Putting his hand over his mouth he said to his pal, Steve, "Steve, you know. I never noticed it before. But that Meg is a cute girl. Tidy little body. Attractive face. Nice figure with plenty of room for improvement, if you know what I mean. Real babe potential... give ... her ... a football season ... or ... two?"
Bill stopped as his voice had started to sound all wrong to him and he felt himself sinking in his chair. The deck seemed to have gotten higher. Bill felt a moment of terror in his stomach.
Steve was still looking at Meg. "She's the bookish type. The librarian woman. All quiet and pretty and pouty and demure until you get her in bed. But you know she wants it. She'd get in the sack with any guy in a minute... and she'd practically tear his ears off..." Steve grinned. "Under that big dress she has good sized breasts and a bod made for sin..." Steve coughed and fiddled with his ear. Something was affecting his voice and hearing. "Hey, what the hell? What's going on? Who?"
Steve turned to his friend Bill. There was a strange girl in the seat next to him. She was asleep or something. She was wearing Bill's Letterman jacket. Bill never let a girl wear his Letterman jacket. He'd rather die.
"Bill?" Steve asked looking around, trying to see Bill. He'd been right there a second ago. The room started to lurch and spin around Steve as he stood up.
"I have to go to the boys room!" Steve said lurching down the aisle of desks. The teacher looked at Steve strangely. Someone whispered "Who's that?" Other people laughed. Too disorientated to pay much notice Steve let himself out of the classroom and went down the hall to the toilet. Into the boys. Into a cubicle. Steve unbuttoned his pants and started to cry.
