Ginny didn't want to go to class. She felt that tingling sensations on the tender inner surfaces of her thighs. Ginny felt oddly giddy, weakened. Once more the teen had to force her self to keep steady, or surely Justin would suspect the effect he had on her.

"Not really. Say, you wouldn't want to cut class and help me," Justin said, his face suddenly brightening. "I need somebody to help sort out the plays. One of the guys was supposed to come but he's down with the flu or something. What do you say?"

"I-I don't know."

Ginny bit her lower lip, casting a look at the closed door far to the right. Mrs. Johnson was taking attendance now, probably wondering what on earth her student was doing. Ginny had never cut class before, although the temptation had been great for other reasons. Now Justin was asking her to help him – alone, maybe – somewhere in the school. The temptation was too great. They were just going to discuss the examination they'd taken two days ago. Ginny knew she'd passed, and passed well. Mrs. Johnson wouldn't mind that much.

"Okay. Let's go."

Justin flashed her that sexy smile again end turned, peering down the hall. There were some monitors wandering up and down the corridor. They had to avoid the teachers or risk getting caught. Justin signaled her with a wave of the hand, then rushed across the hall down a small set of stairs. Ginny followed, feeling excited, flushed. It was as if she were some criminal trying to get away with the crime of the century. And it was with Justin!

"This way."

The two teens made their way across the length of the school, descending another set of stairs until they were in the athletic area. The pungent aroma of Lysol reminded Ginny for some reason of the janitor.

"In here," he said.

The room was small and brightly lit. Justin moved about quickly, his big frame darting across the room. Ginny put her books down on a nearby chair, standing a little self-consciously after having closed the door. Justin was pulling some papers with weird drawings scribbled over the white surfaces. He did have some work for her to do. Ginny felt deflated with disappointment. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she hadn't cut Mrs. Johnson's history class to be Justin's editor.