Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures

Obviously, the cost of gas here in small town America has gotten quite outrageous and in true form, people have had to make adjustments.



It used to be that bumming a ride to school with that kid from science class was easy. Just ask, while flipping my hair back, and leaning over his desk. I win, no questions asked



However, the situation has become quite different.



"Hey, Scott, could I get a ride home today?" I said, leaning over his desk, making sure to flash killer cleavage.



"Yeah, sure. If you give me head."



My jaw hit the floor. Really. I was this [-----] close to falling out of my seat.



But as it turns out, this phenomena is becoming quite commonplace. Apparently catalysted by a senior who proposed a similar offer to a girl in my gym class, it has become a standard, now replacing the former "Ass, Gas, or Grass" mantra that used to rule the school parking lots. Now the only option is Ass.