A lecturer interrupts before Sarah can explain

Sarah is about to speak when a male voice interrupts. "What is going on here?"

Sarah whimpers slightly, as Mr. Carl, a fifty-something maths teacher, enters the lounge. "Miss Sarah Liddol and Master Michael Lewis. Can you explain to me why the two of you are in the Faculty Lounge?"

You explain. "Mrs. Fletcher gave us permission to come here, so that Sarah could have some coffee, Mr. Carl. Something to do with a project we're doing," you explain.

Mr. Carl's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, yes. Would I be correct in assuming that you've taken the project on Alice in Wonderland, Sarah?" he said, expectently.

"Yes, Mr. Carl," she said.

"In fact, I was the one who suggested a project on Alice in Wonderland," said Mr. Carl, approaching the two of you. "I'm happy to see you've dressed the part, Miss Liddol. May I examine how thoroughly you have done so?" he added. The question seemed rhetorical.

"Yes, Mr. Carl," said Sarah, resignedly.

Mr. Carl reached down underneath Sarah's dress. "Hm, yes, very good," he said. He looked approvingly at Sarah's chest, and placed a hand on a breast. "You have done a very good interpretation of the upper part of your costume as well."

"It was the best I could manage," Sarah said ambiguously. Mr. Carl gave Sarah's breast a quick squeeze, and then let it go.

You're somewhat shocked to see a teacher touching Sarah in this way, but you can't help but be turned on from the thought of touching Sarah the same way. She looks to you, trying to register your reaction.

"Very well," says Mr. Carl. "I suppose that I will leave you two to it. I would encourage Michael to think on the themes of Alice in Wonderland, to get the full benefit from your project together. This project involves quite a lot of leeway for interpretation, but you will be awarded for your ability to do so. And I don't think I need remind you of the consequences of failing this project. For you both."

"Yes, Mr. Carl," says Sarah, glumly.

Mr. Carl looks to you expectantly, as though what he had said was perfectly clear. "Yes, Mr. Carl," you say to him, hurriedly.

"Good," he says, and leaves. "Good day."

Sarah looks to you. "Well, that was perfectly mortifying."

You're astonished. "What the --- what was that?"

Sarah rolls her eyes. "Nothing Mr. Carl hasn't done to me or other girls in detention."

"You, in detention?" you ask her. Sarah's not the kind to land herself in trouble with teachers.

Sarah looks at you levelly. "Once. He does look for opportunities."

She takes another sip of coffee. "In a twisted way, I think this helps to break the ice a bit about the project. This project is about Alice in Wonderland. I've chosen you for some... public exhibitions. We're meant to... interpret... it very liberally. But I can't tell you very much about it: you have to figure it out. The faculty are going to be watching for what we do, so we can't be too shy. And neither of us is going to like what happens if either of us holds back."

Sarah looks to you, and then looks at her watch. "Oh god, we have to go," she says, putting the coffee mug in the sink and running for the door. Her bare ass flashes at you for a second.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"If we don't hurry, we'll be late!" she says.