Adult Articles: CAM CRUSH knew it, Debra found herself clutching her purse and briefcase tightly against her chest as the assembled students scattered in a spontaneous exodus.
"WHA... " was all Debra could manage to gasp as the wave of pubescent youth drifted past, snickering at her in a strange mocking tone as they fluttered away.
Standing alone now in the early morning silence of the high school's main hallway, Debra looked up at the place on the kiosk where the kids had just been gawking. Staring straight at the cluttered mass of stapled, taped and thumbtacked pieces of colored paper, she easily picked out the two square Polaroid pictures that stuck out like sore thumbs in the midst of all the other school related material.
