Not only were the boys sleeping but most of them were half-naked. All were barefooted, and most were dressed in nothing other than green gym trunks, green being the school color. One boy, an older boy who resembled the youth who had molested Lisa in the bus depot, had staggered into class in nothing but a filthy jockstrap with yellow stains on it. Nobody but Lisa appeared to pay him any attention. The boy slumped down in his desk and fell asleep immediately.

Lisa looked at the boys one by one. Each boy sported a wild mop of shoulder-length hair, most blond or sun-bleached yellow. A few boys had black hair, a few had red. Streaks of white lay on the boys' faces and torsos, caked salt from sweat evaporation. Each boy was burnt a deep bronze from the sun. And each boy had large feet with grubby, wide-spread toes, a sign that they mostly went barefooted.

The classroom reeked of sweat and smelled like a boys' lockerroom. The air was still and sleepy, with only the sounds being the boys' deep breathing and the occasional rustle of a book page. Lisa relaxed back in her seat, wondering about Sutton High. She hadn't yet spoken to any of her schoolmates. She was dying to find out how things operated in this strange school. She inhaled deeply. She loved the smell of all that boy sweat. The aroma of boy always made her horny.

"Hey!" The whispered word had come from across the aisle.

Lisa sat up and looked over at the boy who had whispered to her. She smiled at him.

The boy stretched, rubbing his eyes. He gave her wild grin.

"You a new chick? Ain't seen you around."