That odd day, a witness present, when I said I’d work for a treat, cajoling a reluctant pupil. You hesitated. Then your mouth let out your desire. Oh, you would give me a “trial,” you said, as you began to rock suggestively. Now, you would say it was just a joke. But who jokes that way with one they are not attracted to, one they would never consider? Not exactly something one would say to someone one did not want to give ideas to, not to someone one did not want. Is it? Deny away. Your mouth always got you in trouble, letting your secret thoughts escape. Threesomes anyone? Oh the things that came out of your mouth you claim so innocent. You could have had that trial anytime, on a cool day in the back of your car. 

I never got that trial. 

But you’re the one who missed out.