"Why? So she can beat up on me instead of you today?" she snorted.
"No," I said, "I told you I talked to her yesterday. I promise she won't 'beat up on you' if you ask a good question, okay?"
"How will you make it up to me if you're wrong, Josh?" she asked.
"If I'm wrong," I leaned over to whisper hotly into her ear, "then I will lick your delicious p***y for an hour straight. Would that apology make you happy?"
"You bastard!" she said, "Now you've got me all wet, and we have the whole school day to go!"
I wished my car had better window tint. I would have dearly loved to lick her wet p***y clean for her. As it was, though, I could see people looking over at us already.
"I wish we didn't have an audience," I said, "Or I would take care of that for you."
She looked around at the twen
