Warren's 'verse. Sky High. Mornbein's bored.

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She'd run across the coach out on the playing feild and stopped to exchange brag stories with him, in the process grossing him out so badly with her story of how she'd pierced her own laberet that he'd had to go home sick.

She was still sniggering as she crept into Warren's classroom and sat in the empty desk next to his to gaze fixedly at the back of his head and see if she couldn't make his back crawl.

Will, a few seats up and to the side, glanced at her absently, then noticed the roundness of her belly and stared in horrified amazement.

Mornbein ignored him.