In twelfth grade, Mary Vitale (yes, her real name, and yes, I hope that either the man she is dating or marries shall google her name and come upon this thread) had her senior photo done at Glamour Shots. It was tasteful (enough) though. Black-and-white - which was actually a no-no at my school -, yes, but fully clothed and not bearing a lecherous smile.

As it goes, interesting thing about the Italian-American minx was that she was five-feet-two (or so) and not more than 100 pounds. Yet, her freshman year, she was one of three ninth-graders dating Mark Okern (a senior then, and who happened to be fairly good friends, at the time, with my brother; he was also a three-hundred-pounds band-geek); later (the end of tenth grade to be precise) she dated my friend, at the time, Dave Tvrdik (who claimed to have an eight-and-an-half inches cock (I never verified this, so I will just take him at his word)). Thusly, it still astounds me how she survived bottoming with either of those two gentlemen. The one should have crushed her, the other would have impaled her.