He forced me to the teacher's desk, and all I did was lie down. He tore the uniform I was wearing and raised the skirt I was on. My bra and underwear were the only things I had left, but as he squeezed my chest, which still had the cover, I glanced up. I'm not sure how Adams is now in school with me despite the fact that I didn't know him before. When he came to a halt, I looked down at his hand, which was still on my chest. I grinned because he, too, was terrified.

“Why? Are you concerned that a student or teacher may spot us?"...