Deborah stood up and took his hands in hers. “Yes. Prove it.”
He took her out on the dance floor for a little more dancing. Deborah stumbled a few times as she thought of the terrorist’s friend at the Burger King. She decided to concentrate on dancing so she could enjoy herself and let Derek spin her until she was dizzy on the next meringue song.
“I got to go to the bathroom,” said Lia. “Come with me.” She dragged Deborah out of the gym and out into the hall toward the bathrooms.
Deborah went in a stall and pulled down her pull-up and sat down to pee.
“So I think I’m going to give up my virginity to James tonight,” said Lia from the next stall.
“Did you tell James you would do this?” asked Deborah. She didn’t think they were really that close.
“Not yet,” said Lia. Deborah heard her start to pee. Deborah did the same. She hadn’t needed her pull-up after all, but she was not taking chances. The only wetness in her pull-up was from sweating so much. Dancing is sweaty work, dancing in a diaper, even if it is a cloth-backed pull-up is even sweatier. It wasn’t pee, so she pulled it back up.
“So do you love him?” asked Deborah.
“No,” said Lia, “but it’s prom. Everyone loses their virginity at prom.”
“I would wait. What if James gets you pregnant or gives you a disease? I would hold out for a college boy.” Deborah sighed at the thought of letting Derek take her to bed. “You have seen Derek, right?”
“Thanks, Alison,” said Lia, “you’re pretty smart. I guess I don’t want to end up a ho like Julia Grass.”
“I don’t think she is losing her virginity at prom,” said Deborah. “That ship has sailed.”
“Yeah, her freshman year.”