Lots of weird sex.
Denise Chapman found a seat at the rear of the bus, in the very back row. She was thankful that the bus wouldn’t be crowded. Only about thirty kids would be making the trip to the state fair, and this huge old bus had room for twice that many. Most of the kids were already crowded together in the seats in the front and the middle of the bus. With luck, she’d have the back of the bus all to herself and the trip down to the state fair would be pleasant instead of an ordeal. She’d brought along a half-dozen new teen-romance novels to read. She hoped to get lost in a good story and completely block out this trip she’d been forced to take by her parents.
“You need to socialize more,” her mother was always saying. “It’s not normal for a girl your age to spend all her time with her nose in a book or doing her chores. You need to meet some boys, to go out on dates, have some fun.”
It did no good to tell her mother that she enjoyed doing her chores, that more than anything she enjoyed reading her romance novels, that she much preferred the boys in her books to the flesh-and-blood boys she went to school with. The boys in her novels were all so chivalrous, so non-threatening. The boys at school, on the other hand, were crude and dirty-minded. The flesh-and-blood boys had only one thing on their minds — how to take advantage of a girl every chance they got. And real boys all carried that hard weapon between their legs, that masculine appendage that gave Denise the shivers even to think about. She didn’t dare mention to her mother that she was scared to death of boys, and her mother wouldn’t listen to her excuses.
So now she was forced to go on this darned old trip to the state fair with a bunch of Young Farmers Club kids she didn’t know. For her own good, according to her mother.
Her twin brother Tim was up front somewhere, gabbing with some new boyfriend he’d made a few minutes ago. All the other kids had paired up, mostly boys with boys and girls with girls, although a few boys and girls had taken seats together and already looked ready to start necking. The boys and girls were all eyeing each other, and Denise knew that by the time the bus arrived at the state fair grounds sometime early tomorrow morning every girl except herself would be paired up with some boy with a tented crotch. And God only knew what would happen in the barns at the state fair, where all the kids would be spending their nights, sleeping with the animals, and probably acting like a bunch of animals.
“And where do you think you’re taking that mutt, young lady?” said the bus driver, his voice booming through the bus and silencing all the kids.