I think that, short of flipping her skirt over her head, there are no more signals that Susan can send Les’ way to indicate that she is, how you say, available. In panel 3, the pair are exchanging smirks much like those shared last Friday by Mr. and Mrs. Winkerbean right before Funky bent Holly over Montoni’s counter.
Les quickly weary of her incessant badgering (and squealing), but Susan is relentless. “You haven’t called them yet?” “No…anyway, what’s the big deal? The trip to New York cost me nothing, not even a drop of sweat…it’s only the Kent State University Press, they’ll be sitting around waiting for my call…and not for nothing, I’ve already gotten one book published without my even knowing about it. I’ll call them when I’m damn good and ready.” Meanwhile Les’ callous attitude only pours fuel on Susan’s long-smoldering libido…
Susan chases Les around the teacher’s desk, determined to find out what transpired in Annie’s Big Apple. Les finally spills: the “book agent” “thinks she may have found a publisher for Lisa’s Story.” Not “She found a publisher” or “I got a book deal” or “That old skank finally gave me back my missing manuscript.” No matter: it’s enough to elicit an orgasmic squeal from Station Wagon Susan.
Son of Stuck Funky 
