Wednesday Trig class

Matt's stomach growled as he walked into Trig class. He was either going to have to take advantage of the supposed free breakfasts (although he'd seen no evidence that the cafeteria was even open in the morning before class) or he would have to find some other way to eat because going all day without food and then filling up on peanut butter just wasn't working.

What was working was Ms. Chadra. She looked fabulous in a silk sari whose blouse was cut low enough to show massive cleavage. Damn, class was going to be distracting.

As always, he could sit with Wendy or Debby.