Carl Naked in SchoolChapter 2
Later Monday Morning Somehow I survived French. As I walked to calculus I tried to ignore the stares, the giggles, the snickers. One little freshman girl rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw dropping as she stared at me - or, more accurately, my raging hardon. I managed a weak smile and casual wave as I passed her. "Hi, Karl," someone said, appearing by my side. Uh, hi, Beth," I stammered, suddenly more conscious than ever of my nakedness, my hardon. "Do you mind...