Tampa

by Alissa Nutting

I was slightly taller than Evan in a way that made me feel half-god to his mortal: every time we made out I had to bend down to reach his lips. Since he was smaller, he was on top,

Hey.. So this is crazy.. Like..were on page 5

I switched my major to education, and now I was finally set with a job that would allow me to go back to eighth grade permanently.

oh my god.

It made me think of the ice cream punch served at junior high school dances. Imagine the fun I could soon have chaperoning one!

I may have to stop reading this

Of course the phrase “team player” made you imagine me having group sex,

Ohyeah, of course!!

guessed based on name and performed a small act of voodoo, reaching up my dress to the clear ink pad between my legs, wetting my fingertip, and writing their names upon the desks in the first row, hoping by some magic they’d be conjured directly to those seats, their hormones reading the invisible script their eyes couldn’t see.

oh my God oh my God oh my God

In heels I was taller than him; the top of his blondish hair was level with my mouth.

Audiably reacted to this

his expression caused a series of micro-wrinkles to form at the corners of his eyes. Perhaps he wouldn’t be opposed to starting a preventative regimen of retinol? Surely I could gently convince him of its benefits.

YOURE SICK

Lord of the Flies to

My fav <3

tendencies, given the right circumstances.” I paused, hoping the conversation might turn to sex and lift me out of my depression.

Okay, i giggled

When Boyd came back up to testify, his newfound confidence made his steps nearly buoyant; I half expected him to pause on the way up to the witness-box and do a backflip.

Benson boone