“Look, Amy,” Christine said as they approached Mr Davis's classroom. “No shit. Either you eat him or I will. I've no interest at all in staying for this detention when it's so easy and enjoyable to eat my way out of it.” Christine glanced at her friend, and there was almost a look of worry on her face. “You're seventeen years old, girlfriend. Eat a damn guy. The world owes it to you. I'm sure he'll be delicious...”

“All right,” Amy replied, feeling her heart go all giddy and her belly all eager. She'd read so much about eating guys. She'd just never quite had the courage and confidence to do it. “What's it like?” She asked, blushing.

“You know what it's like,” Christine said. “Indescribable. You're going to wish you'd done it a decade ago. I did the first time I vored.”

Christine had popped her boy-eating cherry three years ago. She really wished she'd done it when she was four?

“Hell no,” Christine said when Amy asked about it. “I wish I'd done it soon as I could toddle. I wish some man had gotten their arm stuck in my mouth with my bottle and I'd sucked them in, or been trapped wiping my bottom so I could've sucked them up. I wish mom had unbirthed a guy whilst she was pregnant with me so I could've devoured him in the damn womb. That's how god-damn good it is, Amy,” she said. “I predict they'll be noticeably fewer boys around here by the end of the week. Seventeen years,” she shook her head, “you're going to be opening the cap on what might be the greatest hunger the world has ever known, and I'm going to be right there with you to help satiate it. After-all,” she tossed her head, a storm running through the waves of her mousey-brown hair, “what else's your BFF for?”

“I'm going to do it,” Amy said. Her hand was on Mr Davis's classroom door-handle. “I'm actually going to do it.” She sounded like she could hardly believe her own voice. “I'm going to devour Mr Davis,” she said.

Then she stepped through the door and into her detention.

Christina followed her through.

What do they find?