Fzzzics
Science and sex. What could possibly go wrong?
The classroom lab is silent. The cleaner came by about a minute after the bell rang, emptied the bins and left. Now, it's just me and the stack of books I'm marking, pen scratching the surface as I cross something out, leave a comment or award merits. Or not. Apparently, Dylan thinks electrostatic charge is caused by the electrons hating each other. Close, buddy, but nil point. I absent-mindedly rake one hand through my f...