“You have to do it Joanne. What are you a prude?” asked Corey H. Yes. “No.” So she stood defiantly, knees wobbling slightly, nine sets of eyes pasted to her. Grabbing Tim’s arm she yanked him up. “Oooooh” cooed the thirteen year olds. “I knew it” whispered Corey R. Lindsay Snow frowned deeply. Joanne cleared

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