The End Of Jessica Munroe
Her heels clicked loudly across the linoleom floor of the school corridor. There was a jaunty rhythm to the way she walked. A bounce. Her long, curved legs were held tightly by dark jeans, almost too tight. She wore a white, off the shoulder t-shirt that accetuated her ample breasts, pushed up by the books she held across her chest. Her pink lips were fixed into a smile, a smile that let everbody know she knew how good she looked. Her dark eyes, that darted from student to...