I grabbed the thin cord connected to the venetian blinds and pulled it.

I guess I didn't judge it right. The cord flew out of my hand and the blinds came crashing down like shutters.

They slammed against the window sill. The blinds covered the window, though, so I had gotten what I wanted.

It was dim but there was still plenty of light to see by. Thin strips of light shone through all the spaces between the blinds.

They made a pattern like a grating. When I moved through the light it moved up and down me, like a strobe light. It looked real cool.

I went to the door and locked it. I left the lights off. Before Mr. Vickers could get up from his chair, I went behind his desk.

"For heaven's sake, Debbie Sue, what on earth are you up to?!"

His voice broke. I tried hard not to giggle.

"I pulled down the curtains because I don't want anybody to see, Mr. Vickers. I don't want anybody to see – nobody but you!"

"See what?!"

"This!" I pulled up my skirt in front and flashed my panties.

Mr. Vickers just about crawled out of his skin. I couldn't see his face change colors, but I did see his eyes pop and his mouth fall open.

And why not? After all, it's not every day that one of the prettiest girls in the high school locks herself in the assistant vice-principal's office and pulls up her skirt. In fact, I'm quite sure that it didn't happen any day…

But this day, it did. And I just didn't stop at pulling up my skirt.

I pulled down my panties, too.

Men are mirrors. I can see myself in them, in the way that they act when they look at me, stare at me, desire me.

Mr. Vickers was a mirror. Looking at him squirm in his seat, was like looking at myself in the mirror, or through his eyes. What did he see?

He saw just about the cutest girl in the whole school, an Honor Roll student and a star cheerleader.