"Good morning Camilla," Mr. Anderson said, looking at her over his horn-rimmed glasses.

"Morning," Cammy mumbled, suddenly knowing she was more loaded than she wanted to be. The beer was pumping through her blood, making her tongue thick and her head dizzy.

As Mr. Anderson pulled up a chair for her and adjusted his gasses, she tried to pull herself together. Instead, she almost knocked the chair over falling into it.

"You okay?"

"Yes sir, I'm just feeling a little dizzy. Must be the flu or something."

"You do look a bit flushed." Her teacher put his hand on her forehead and the sudden touch gave her an unexpected thrill. She remembered what Janet had told her about her legs at that moment. It really surprised her when she caught Mr. Anderson staring down at her crotch. Falling into the chair, she'd let her skirt hike up so far that her panties were showing, and her teacher was getting an eyeful.

"Well, you seem to be all right to me," he mumbled and opened the folder with her test in it. "Let's run down these questions and I'll show you where you went wrong."

While Mr. Anderson talked, Camilla leaned forward to and tried to focus on the pages that he held. Now she knew she was drunk, or nearly drunk. She was having a hard time following his reasoning, and once when he asked her a question, she had to mumble that she didn't know what he was talking about.

"Sure you do, Cammy," he said, snatching another quick look at her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up again and she was afraid of standing up to tug it down. The malt liquor was really getting to her. She felt suddenly very brave. She felt as if the fix she was in was a silly illusion, a play she was reciting.