"Well, maybe we'll see each other on the trip," Ginger tried to sound encouraging – but not too encouraging. "That'd be almost like a date, right?"

"My thoughts exactly, sweet pea!" Todd smiled and put his arm around the lithe brunette, walking her out the main doors.

"Gonna be some great spring skiing!" Ginger said brightly. She gestured at the blue sky with her books, deftly removing Todd's hand from her left breast and shrugging it back onto her shoulder.

"Yeah, and at night… well, I'm sure we could find a few other games to amuse ourselves with," Todd grinned wolfishly. "Matter of fact, you got a manual right here to show us how, in case we forget!"

Before she could react, Todd had plucked the sex education manual from Ginger's pile of school books. He smiled a wicked, leering smile as he leafed through the text.

"You got Foxy Caldwell for this class?"

"I have Miss Caldwell," Ginger replied icily, taking her book back.

"Yeah, I got her for the same class, third period," Todd laughed. "All the guys call her Foxy behind her back. I don't think she minds. With a build and face like hers, I guess she could write one of these books from memory!"

Todd whistled in admiration, for the chesty teacher's looks. Ginger disengaged herself from the boy's grasp and turned around.

"Hey, where you going?" Todd asked, bewildered. "It's Friday, spring vacation has started. School's over!"

Ginger ran toward the school's main steps. "I just remembered something I have to get. You go on, I'll see you on the ski trip!" she fired back over her shoulder.

Todd shrugged and continued on his way home. Relieved to be rid of the handsome boy's comments about Miss Caldwell's foxy body, Ginger trudged back up the steps and re-entered the main building. She really had forgotten to copy down the reading assignment in the voluptuous redheaded teacher's class. Ginger knew Miss Caldwell wanted all of chapter ten read, but she thought she had seen the teacher write something, about chapter eleven as well, just before the bell had rung.