It’s now the next week, Monday, and school just ended. Michael and I are at my locker and talking quietly to each other. Even though Michael and I were caught last Friday by one of the school’s janitors, Mr. Jay, we were both horny as fuck. We didn’t want to wait until we got to my house because there was a chance that my mom would be home. Also, our sexual desires clouded our judgment. I ask Michael, “Did you see Mr. Jay...