Beware the quiet ones...

I wouldn't realize it until some weeks later, but one among that strange little clique had a different opinion of me than the others.

It's always the shy and quiet ones you have to watch out for because behind those non-refractive horn rim glasses she was always wearing Elizabeth's libido burned like a miniature sun contained within the magnetic cage of a cold fusion reactor, and all that energy had focused on me with laser-like intensity...

She's never been able to explain why exactly, it was just something that happened, almost without realizing it. A few nights after she met me Elizabeth had an erotic dream from which she woke screaming my name, and with her bed soaked with sweat and her own fluids. That, she tells me was the start, but, it was only one event among many that touched off the avalanche of emotions which started her obsession.

As the first few weeks of school went by she found excuses to talk to me, still painfully shy, but hammering at the inside of her shell like a baby phoenix about to hatch, though that wouldn't really happen until months later...

We were more similar than most of the clique, we both liked to read, could hold forth on matters of spirituality and science, and were rather awkward around people we were attracted to.

It was late one evening as I was working on my geometry homework when the phone in the kitchen rang: it was Elizabeth...