Saturday, August 27, 2016
Penn’s Sunday School
The sound of the dry erase pen on the whiteboard makes my stomach turn. It’s hour five of eight and Henry’s voice woos me in and out of sleep. He came up and pinched my ear just after lunch when my head hit the desk and distracted everyone. At least that’s what he said. I could still taste him, which made that extra weird. It was our special arrangement – I’d blow him on our fifteen minute break in exchange for free driving school. On the fifteen minute break, everyone was either smoking or at the Seven Eleven buying coffee and Slurpees. Henry came in under six minutes, so it wasn’t an issue in that way. When he’d propositioned me, at first I said no. But I really wanted to be able to get to my job at Shoppers without having to take the bus.