After a more passionate than usual good morning kiss in the middle of the schoolyard that drew wolf-whistles and calls of “get a room” from fellow students, JJ took Maggie’s hand and they went in search of somewhere more private to talk. There weren’t many options. Eventually they found a sheltered spot between two buildings. The number of cigarette butts testified to the location’s popularity, but at that time in the morning it was unoccupied by students who needed one last fix of nicotine before classes started.
“You sleep okay?” Maggie asked, working an arm between JJ’s jacket and his uniform sweater.
JJ kissed her cheek. “Nope, I got this pain,” he pointed to between his legs, “and didn’t have anyone to relieve it for me.”
“Oh, poor baby.” She returned the kiss, with interest.
“And
