In a clearing in the dense Wawanakwa forest Trent sat on a tree stump, strumming away idly on his guitar and trying to find a good melody for a song he was writing for his beloved Gwen. Little did he know that he was already a target.
The boy turned to where the voice had come from and sighted the Killer Bass’ unofficial leader, Courtney approaching him.
“Hi Courtney, what’s up?”
“Um Trent…I have a favour to ask you and it may sound a little weird.” Courtney said.
“Sure…what is it?”
“Look I’m asking you to do this because there’s nobody else who can. I don’t want to ask a girl to do this because it would be even more weird and every other guy in this place is a pervert.” Courtney began. “Trent…my breasts are…lactating.”