Naughty minds

The mulberry tree was thick, but I plunged myself into its foliage and it gave way. Samantha sat crouched in the hollow. She was wearing a white T-shirt that was not small, but nevertheless fit tightly against her chest. She smiled at me. I had to admit she looked all right.

'Hey, Alfie,' she said. 'You look hot today.'

'Thanks,' I said, giving my best saccharine smile. 'So how are your clarinet lessons going?'

'Good,' she said. 'I like to blow long, hard objects.'

'That's nice to hear. And how about the Greek grammar, with your tutor?'

'Boring,' said Sam, 'except for one thing. . .do you know the etymology of the term "gymnasium"?'

I let out a sigh, exasperated. 'You have a one-track mind, don't you, Sam?'

'Yes,' she said, and smiled broadly at me. 'I certainly do.'

A short pause followed. Then, without warning, I pounced on her and pinned her body underneath mine. 'Good. I'm glad. Let's go.'