Props to David E. Kelley, for relinquishing the reins a little, as this is the first episode of Boston Public to air that wasn't written by him. Will that make the show better or worse? Only time will tell. That is, however much time it takes me to recap this episode.

Previously on Boston Public: Milton told Kevin that Louisa asked him out; Louisa told Milton to trust her lovin'; Anthony Heald said he was in love with Lauren; Milton met a saucy Harvard undergrad and bantered with her; Milton told Kevin she could be The One; Milton and The One chatted in his car; Milton and The One had sex; Kevin chastised Milton about the relationship; The One revealed that she's actually a senior at Winslow High, and Milton asked her, "What the hell's going on?"

The Hallway. A kid speeds past Marilyn "Whither My Story Arc" Souter on one of those Razor scooters, and she tells him to slow down. Ooh. Topical. I'm betting we've just seen her entire plot for the episode. (Next week: Marilyn tells a kid that if he doesn't slow down this time, she'll take his scooter away!) Milton and his paramour, Lisa "My-Fair-Lita" Greer, round the corner. She is trying to convince him to engage in a tryst right there on school grounds, and he says, "Lisa, it's bad enough I'm seeing you outside of school…" My, she is persistent, telling him about some secret basement room: "No one ever goes there, and none of the kids even know about it. Come on, Milton, isn't it a little fun being bad?" As he starts to protest, they pass Scott "Anthony Heald" Guber, who returns Lisa's cheery "good morning" with an officious and glowering "good morning" of his own. We follow Guber, who ends up walking side-by-side with Lauren Davis. "Are you doing something new with your hair?" he asks her. She says that, no, she just took a shower in the locker room and it hasn't dried yet. "Plumbing problems at home?" he asks. "No, I come in early a couple days a week to use the gym. I mean, it lacks certain amenities but the price is right." Scarcely are these words out of her mouth, though, then Scott thrusts his nose into her damp mane. And if that sounds dirty, it kind of is, but what does she expect? She knows the guy likes her, and in the course of exchanging three sentences she manages to refer to a shower she just took, calling up images of her all naked and wet (I mean, it did for me, and I'm not even in love with her, like poor Anthony Heald), and then she talks about her frequent trips to the gym, which no doubt got him thinking about what good shape she's in…firm muscles…good stamina…sweat…oh…GOD…MUST…SNIFF…HER HAIR! You see? It's her damn fault.