![]() The name Martin, in particular, made my heart beat faster. Martin is, what? Like, twice the size of the girls you usually dope out?” ![]() I tried not to huff in disgust at his foul language as he continued. The female was closest to my hiding spot in the chemistry lab cabinet her words were, therefore, much clearer. ![]() If you do your job then he won’t even remember it,” came a feminine reply. “…think that he’s going to want to fuck you? After what happened last Friday?” The words were a hiss emanating from an unknown male voice I tensed at the use of vulgarity. I guessed two, also because only two voices were audible. I held my breath and strained to decipher how many sets of feet were represented by the approaching shoes. ![]() The voices from beyond the cabinet grew louder and were accompanied by the click of heels and the dull echo of tennis shoes. Yes, recalling synonyms while anxious was a bizarre coping strategy, but it worked. This game comforted me, calmed me, settled my nerves. Quiet, silent, muted, hushed, stilled, reticent… I moved my mouth, breathed the words-soundlessly-from my hiding place. ![]()
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