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	"Many describe it as a kind of world-wide hallucination. Venture capitalists and others threw billions of dollars into companies that had little more going for them than the dot-com in their names..."		"Many describe it as a kind of world-wide hallucination. Venture capitalists and others threw billions of dollars into companies that had little more going for them than the dot-com in their names..."

	I tapped my pencil eraser impatiently against the desk as I glanced at the wall clock for the fourth time in ten minutes. In the front of the classroom, Mr. Ryans continued to drawl on about the Internet Boom of the 1990s in the relentless, raspy voice that drove me to want to scream that he should just suck down a damn cough drop and be done with it already. I didn't dwell on that thought now, though. Instead, focusing my attention on the main reason I wished this class had been over thirty minutes ago. In exactly ten seconds, the bell would ring, signaling the end of third period and the beginning of the morning break. I felt an anxious tingle as the second hand on the clock finished its final lap.		I tapped my pencil eraser impatiently against the desk as I glanced at the wall clock for the fourth time in ten minutes. In the front of the classroom, Mr. Ryans continued to drawl on about the Internet Boom of the 1990s in the relentless, raspy voice that drove me to want to scream that he should just suck down a damn cough drop and be done with it already. I didn't dwell on that thought now, though. Instead, focusing my attention on the main reason I wished this class had been over thirty minutes ago. In exactly ten seconds, the bell would ring, signaling the end of third period and the beginning of the morning break. I felt an anxious tingle as the second hand on the clock finished its final lap.

	"...and the strategies-"		"...and the strategies-"

	RINNNNNG! In one fluid motion, I swept up my books and marched toward the open door, trying unsuccessfully to hide my enthusiasm as I brushed past the frowning history teacher. I reached the hallway as streams of high school kids emerged from every direction. Without wasting any time, I dodged several obstacles --umm, people-- and made my way three doors down to the entrance of Miss Ling's English Lit class. Upon arriving, I turned to lean casually against a row of lockers. A steady stream of students began to spill out from the doorway.		RINNNNNG! In one fluid motion, I swept up my books and marched toward the open door, trying unsuccessfully to hide my enthusiasm as I brushed past the frowning history teacher. I reached the hallway as streams of high school kids emerged from every direction. Without wasting any time, I dodged several obstacles --umm, people-- and made my way three doors down to the entrance of Miss Ling's English Lit class. Upon arriving, I turned to lean casually against a row of lockers. A steady stream of students began to spill out from the doorway.
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	I rolled over again on my back, trying to catch my breath. In a few minutes, I would have to worry about what I was going to do with two broken androids. But for right now, tired and thirsty, I wondered if there was any lemonade left in the fridge.		I rolled over again on my back, trying to catch my breath. In a few minutes, I would have to worry about what I was going to do with two broken androids. But for right now, tired and thirsty, I wondered if there was any lemonade left in the fridge.

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	I rolled over again on my back, trying to catch my breath. In a few minutes, I would have to worry about what I was going to do with two broken androids. But for right now, tired and thirsty, I wondered if there was any lemonade left in the fridge.		I rolled over again on my back, trying to catch my breath. In a few minutes, I would have to worry about what I was going to do with two broken androids. But for right now, tired and thirsty, I wondered if there was any lemonade left in the fridge.

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	"Many describe it as a kind of world-wide hallucination. Venture capitalists and others threw billions of dollars into companies that had little more going for them than the dot-com in their names..."		"Many describe it as a kind of world-wide hallucination. Venture capitalists and others threw billions of dollars into companies that had little more going for them than the dot-com in their names..."

	I tapped my pencil eraser impatiently against the desk as I glanced at the wall clock for the fourth time in ten minutes. In the front of the classroom, Mr. Ryans continued to drawl on about the Internet Boom of the 1990s in the relentless, raspy voice that drove me to want to scream that he should just suck down a damn cough drop and be done with it already. I didn't dwell on that thought now, though. Instead, focusing my attention on the main reason I wished this class had been over thirty minutes ago. In exactly ten seconds, the bell would ring, signaling the end of third period and the beginning of the morning break. I felt an anxious tingle as the second hand on the clock finished its final lap.		I tapped my pencil eraser impatiently against the desk as I glanced at the wall clock for the fourth time in ten minutes. In the front of the classroom, Mr. Ryans continued to drawl on about the Internet Boom of the 1990s in the relentless, raspy voice that drove me to want to scream that he should just suck down a damn cough drop and be done with it already. I didn't dwell on that thought now, though. Instead, focusing my attention on the main reason I wished this class had been over thirty minutes ago. In exactly ten seconds, the bell would ring, signaling the end of third period and the beginning of the morning break. I felt an anxious tingle as the second hand on the clock finished its final lap.
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	RINNNNNG! In one fluid motion, I swept up my books and marched toward the open door, trying unsuccessfully to hide my enthusiasm as I brushed past the frowning history teacher. I reached the hallway as streams of high school kids emerged from every direction. Without wasting any time, I dodged several obstacles --umm, people-- and made my way three doors down to the entrance of Miss Ling's English Lit class. Upon arriving, I turned to lean casually against a row of lockers. A steady stream of students began to spill out from the doorway.		RINNNNNG! In one fluid motion, I swept up my books and marched toward the open door, trying unsuccessfully to hide my enthusiasm as I brushed past the frowning history teacher. I reached the hallway as streams of high school kids emerged from every direction. Without wasting any time, I dodged several obstacles --umm, people-- and made my way three doors down to the entrance of Miss Ling's English Lit class. Upon arriving, I turned to lean casually against a row of lockers. A steady stream of students began to spill out from the doorway.

	Then, after a few seconds, she appeared, smiling and laughing as a friend walking beside her whispered something into her ear.		Then, after a few seconds, she appeared, smiling and laughing as a friend walking beside her whispered something into her ear.

	I felt my pulse quicken as I straightened up and took a step to meet her. "Hi Kelly,"		I felt my pulse quicken as I straightened up and took a step to meet her. "Hi Kelly,"

	The girl slowed down and returned my greeting with a blush and a shy smile, "Hi Brian."		The girl slowed down and returned my greeting with a blush and a shy smile, "Hi Brian."

	I leaned forward and gave Kelly a quick peck on the lips. Her blush deepened as she glanced around self-consciously at the kids nearby who took notice -- including her friend, who now grinned devilishly. "Ahh, I'll catch up with ya at the rally, Kel," she said as she started off.		I leaned forward and gave Kelly a quick peck on the lips. Her blush deepened as she glanced around self-consciously at the kids nearby who took notice -- including her friend, who now grinned devilishly. "Ahh, I'll catch up with ya at the rally, Kel," she said as she started off.

	"Okay, bye, Erin," Kelly called as she stared down at the books she carried in front of her.		"Okay, bye, Erin," Kelly called as she stared down at the books she carried in front of her.

	I tried not to embarrass myself as my eyes quickly slid down my new girlfriend's body. She looked amazing. Thick, golden locks of blond hair fell lazily over her shoulders and framed a flawless light complexion and sky blue eyes. My stolen glance continued down to brush over Kelly's tight blue-and-gold cheerleading top, which did little to hide her pert chest and tight stomach. Below that, the striped cheerleading skirt ended well above Kelly's knees, revealing her smooth toned legs. For the first time in my life, I thanked God for cheesy pep rallies.		I tried not to embarrass myself as my eyes quickly slid down my new girlfriend's body. She looked amazing. Thick, golden locks of blond hair fell lazily over her shoulders and framed a flawless light complexion and sky blue eyes. My stolen glance continued down to brush over Kelly's tight blue-and-gold cheerleading top, which did little to hide her pert chest and tight stomach. Below that, the striped cheerleading skirt ended well above Kelly's knees, revealing her smooth toned legs. For the first time in my life, I thanked God for cheesy pep rallies.

	I sensed Kelly's eyes upon me and quickly moved my gaze up to meet hers. She wore a sly smirk to let me know she knew exactly what I was doing. Now it was my turn to blush, "Ahh, you look great," I managed.		I sensed Kelly's eyes upon me and quickly moved my gaze up to meet hers. She wore a sly smirk to let me know she knew exactly what I was doing. Now it was my turn to blush, "Ahh, you look great," I managed.

	"Thanks," she said.		"Thanks," she said.

	"So are we still on for the movies tonight?"		"So are we still on for the movies tonight?"

	Kelly absently brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen over her cheek and glanced over my shoulder. Even in the short time we had been dating, I recognized this habit as a sign that she was about to say something I wouldn't like. "Umm, yeah, about that... Brian, you know, I have to get up early tomorrow to get ready for the game..."		Kelly absently brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen over her cheek and glanced over my shoulder. Even in the short time we had been dating, I recognized this habit as a sign that she was about to say something I wouldn't like. "Umm, yeah, about that... Brian, you know, I have to get up early tomorrow to get ready for the game..."

	A pit formed in my stomach. "Yeah, well, we can go to an early show. Shouldn't be back any later than 10."		A pit formed in my stomach. "Yeah, well, we can go to an early show. Shouldn't be back any later than 10."

	"But still... Maybe it would be better if we did it another night."		"But still... Maybe it would be better if we did it another night."

	"Okay, how about Saturday night then?"		"Okay, how about Saturday night then?"

	Kelly continued to avoid my eyes. "My dad's coming home from a business trip tomorrow. We're eating dinner out..."		Kelly continued to avoid my eyes. "My dad's coming home from a business trip tomorrow. We're eating dinner out..."

	I felt my jaw tighten. I knew when I was being duped. "What the hell, Kelly? We've been going out for a month now, but the biggest date we've ever been on has been watching TV at your house with your parents looming around!"		I felt my jaw tighten. I knew when I was being duped. "What the hell, Kelly? We've been going out for a month now, but the biggest date we've ever been on has been watching TV at your house with your parents looming around!"

	Kelly frowned. "Well, what do you want me to do, Brian? I told you my parents won't let me have a guy over when they're not home."		Kelly frowned. "Well, what do you want me to do, Brian? I told you my parents won't let me have a guy over when they're not home."

	I held up my hands in surrender. "Just forget it. I'll see you at the game tomorrow."		I held up my hands in surrender. "Just forget it. I'll see you at the game tomorrow."

	"Brian, wait..." Kelly started, but it was too late. I turned around and headed down the hall to my next class.		"Brian, wait..." Kelly started, but it was too late. I turned around and headed down the hall to my next class.

	I didn't get home from the pep rally until after six. Still frustrated, I hadn't looked for Kelly in the gym after the cheerleaders finished their routine. But now, as I drove down the street toward my house, a feeling of guilt started over me. It wasn't her fault she had to be on the football field so early tomorrow. And it isn't her idea that her parents won't let her be alone with a guy for more than two seconds. I thought about how she looked on the floor of the gym -- her body flexing in ways I could barely imagine and the tight uniform against her figure... And that settled it. Instead of turning into the driveway, I did a U-turn and headed back across town. I'd apologize. And maybe we could watch some TV.		I didn't get home from the pep rally until after six. Still frustrated, I hadn't looked for Kelly in the gym after the cheerleaders finished their routine. But now, as I drove down the street toward my house, a feeling of guilt started over me. It wasn't her fault she had to be on the football field so early tomorrow. And it isn't her idea that her parents won't let her be alone with a guy for more than two seconds. I thought about how she looked on the floor of the gym -- her body flexing in ways I could barely imagine and the tight uniform against her figure... And that settled it. Instead of turning into the driveway, I did a U-turn and headed back across town. I'd apologize. And maybe we could watch some TV.

	Ten minutes later, my aging Ford turned into the long driveway that led to Kelly's house. The house stood a quarter mile from the street in the best part of town. I wasn't sure what her parents did, but they had to be pretty well off. As I approached, I could see Kelly's mom's car in the driveway. Her father was away on business this week, which was usually the case, according to Kelly.		Ten minutes later, my aging Ford turned into the long driveway that led to Kelly's house. The house stood a quarter mile from the street in the best part of town. I wasn't sure what her parents did, but they had to be pretty well off. As I approached, I could see Kelly's mom's car in the driveway. Her father was away on business this week, which was usually the case, according to Kelly.

	I parked and walked up to the imposing front door, took a breath, and rang the doorbell. A half a minute passed, bringing no response. I frowned and took a step back to look at the windows in front of the house. Lights shown through most of them on the first floor and a couple of them were open to let in the mild September breeze. I stepped forward and was about to ring the bell again when I heard footsteps and saw a shadow through the curtains.		I parked and walked up to the imposing front door, took a breath, and rang the doorbell. A half a minute passed, bringing no response. I frowned and took a step back to look at the windows in front of the house. Lights shown through most of them on the first floor and a couple of them were open to let in the mild September breeze. I stepped forward and was about to ring the bell again when I heard footsteps and saw a shadow through the curtains.

	After another few seconds, a latch clicked and the door swung open, revealing Kelly's mom smiling out at me. "Hello Brian."		After another few seconds, a latch clicked and the door swung open, revealing Kelly's mom smiling out at me. "Hello Brian."

	"Hello Mrs. Green," I said as I stared at her. Kelly's mom was every bit as sexy as her daughter. When I first met her a few weeks ago, I was convinced that she and Kelly were actually sisters. She didn't look a day over 25, and it was clear Kelly inherited all her good looks from her mom. I couldn't imagine how she could be old enough to have a teenage daughter. I felt my member harden slightly as I glanced at the tight jeans she wore.		"Hello Mrs. Green," I said as I stared at her. Kelly's mom was every bit as sexy as her daughter. When I first met her a few weeks ago, I was convinced that she and Kelly were actually sisters. She didn't look a day over 25, and it was clear Kelly inherited all her good looks from her mom. I couldn't imagine how she could be old enough to have a teenage daughter. I felt my member harden slightly as I glanced at the tight jeans she wore.

	"-know you were coming by tonight."		"-know you were coming by tonight."

	I quickly regained my focus as I realized she was talking to me. "What?"		I quickly regained my focus as I realized she was talking to me. "What?"

	"I said I didn't know you were coming by tonight," she repeated.		"I said I didn't know you were coming by tonight," she repeated.

	"Oh, well, neither did I. I mean, it wasn't really planned... Is Kelly here?"		"Oh, well, neither did I. I mean, it wasn't really planned... Is Kelly here?"

	Mrs. Green's smile faded slightly. "Sorry, Brian. She can't see anyone tonight. She's got a football game tomorrow and-"		Mrs. Green's smile faded slightly. "Sorry, Brian. She can't see anyone tonight. She's got a football game tomorrow and-"

	"Could I just see her for a few minutes? We had an argument earlier and I just wanted to talk to her."		"Could I just see her for a few minutes? We had an argument earlier and I just wanted to talk to her."

	"No, Brian. Sorry. You can see her tomorrow at the game. She's not available now."		"No, Brian. Sorry. You can see her tomorrow at the game. She's not available now."

	She started to close the door as I protested, "But-"		She started to close the door as I protested, "But-"

	"No, not tonight. Goodnight."		"No, not tonight. Goodnight."

	And with that, she closed the door on my face.		And with that, she closed the door on my face.