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Our hands brushed together. Just the briefest of touches;
But she looked at me, into my eyes, and in that fraction of a second I felt an electricit
y pass through me. Oh no, Althea. I told myself sternly, th
is is poison-the worst and nastiest kind.
As abruptly as it came on, the shock receded, and Sue Castle, whom I began to address as
Ms. Castle from that day on, flopped into the vacant desk. I regained my composure, and finished
calling the roll.
Over the first weeks of that year,
Susan earned a number of detentions from m
e for violating the “4-B” dress code.
Finally she settled into what became her uniform: Stirrup pants and an oversized sweater
a la Marilyn Monroe-a look I thought was outdated, but which somehow made her even more of
a sex-pot than her friends who were trying unsuccessfully to emulate teenage pop stars (while still
covering the school minimum of flesh).
…End of the part1. To be continued..