Three days later, Johnny walked into the classroom. The swagger was still there, the sardonic smile, but he silently walked to his desk. He opened his book, then looked up at Ann.

Ann somehow got through the period, but she was aware of his intense stare, although she made a point of not looking at him. Finally the bell rang and the students filed out. She sat at her desk, aware that Johnny hadn't moved. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Why didn't you call the police?" he asked quietly when they were alone.

"Whatever for?" Ann said sweetly. "I can take care of myself."

Johnny laughed. "I'll say," he said, rubbing the side of his head which was swollen and purple.

Although when she looked at him the greater part of her saw a contemptible delinquent, a bug to be crushed underfoot, another part of her saw him in a different light. Hating herself immediately for these thoughts, she did remember his thick, gushing cock, his attractive face, his muscular build. And those eyes! She looked away suddenly, ashamed that a thrill of excitement raced into her pussy.

"I just wanted to say…" he began, his voice finally trailing off to a whisper.

"Say what?"

"To say that I'm… well… I'm sorry," he said, his expression like someone who had a mouthful of shit.

"You don't say that very often, do you?" Ann said.

He shook his head and smiled. "Fist time for everything," he said, not looking at her.

"It takes a big man to say he's sorry," Ann said.

He laughed as he stood up. "You're funny," he said.

"Why is that?" she asked.

"One day I'm a little prick, and a couple of days later, I'm a big man," he said.