Billy Newark slapped his friend Danny Bell on the shoulder to catch his attention.

"Here she comes," Billy said.

The two boys quit leaning against Billy's car and watched Marilyn walking toward them. Both the boys had heard Timmy brag about fucking her and they were curious if what he said was true. They decided that they were going to find out.

"I just don't think so," Danny said.

"Shit," Billy said. "We can't get any if we don't try."

"But those cheerleaders are so popular," Danny protested. "You know how Timmy likes to talk. Nobody ever believes half of what he says."

"I don't care," Billy said. "You can't get any if you don't try."

Marilyn saw the two boys watching her so closely and she grew afraid. She didn't walk straight through the parking lot as she'd intended. Instead she changed direction so that she would walk around the cars instead of between them. She hurried her steps a little as she saw the two boys come swaggering toward her.

It had been two days since she'd lost her virginity to Timmy. Two long days. She'd spent each minute in fear that someone was going to start calling her a whore. She didn't know if Timmy had said anything, but she knew that so far nobody had treated her any differently.

"Hey," Danny called. "Wait up, Marilyn. We want to talk to you."

Marilyn had no real reason to keep walking except for her fears. She was aware that she could have chosen a better outfit to wear that morning. She had chosen one of her shortest skirts for some reason.

Mostly it was that she still liked the way that boys looked at her when she wore a short skirt.