Sixteen years later . . .
“Okay, I got one! Would you rather kiss Torque, or Chunk?”
An eruption of giggles saturated the little group of girls all huddled together on a single bench, eating salads, potato chips, and swigging from cans of diet Poop cola. Passing boys gazed at the girls almost involuntarily, draw in by the exotic aura of such mysterious creatures. Zita, Jess, Sara, Mary and Gretchen were well aware of the watchful eyes, but remained oblivious to the power of their feminine charms.
“Torque, no question,” said Sara firmly. “Jocks are hot as hell and I love muscular guys. Chunk’s all flab.” The giggles broke out again until cola spilled over the rim of Sara’s can.
“I agree. Torque over Chunk any day,” Zita put in, and across the table she was gratified to see both Mary and Gretchen nod in agreement.
“Agreed,” said Jess, flashing her dazzling smile to a passing boy whose name she didn’t kno