Ninth Grade Love

That night at 7, you walk to the school library. You enter, and see nobody is there. "Mark? Mark?" You call out. "I'm here." He says, our of the darkness, and turns on the light. "Where's the book club?" You ask. Mark smiles mischeviously. "There is no book club." He says, and pulls you down on a chair, and starts kissing you, and squeezes your breasts.