Alyssa the boob-lover

The girls all scoffed and turned away from me. Fine. If being trapped in here was more important to them than their feelings, I could always re-brace the door when I got out. About five seconds into my thinking how stuck-up and bitchy these stuck-up bitches were, a small voice said 'I will." The girls turned to the source and so did I. It was the girl who was feeling her friend's tits. The other girls were shocked.

"Alyssa! Don't help this perv!"

"I'm not," she said meekly. "I want to help all of you. You're important to me and if we're in here, we'll miss classes and flunk and we won't get to come to school together anymore. Even if I am upset that this man saw us nude, I'm willing to put that aside for the greater good." I hid a smile. If they knew I liked her way of thinking, they'd discourage her further. I wonder if the others noticed her glancing at Jessica whenever she talked about caring about them.

The girls said nothing but let Alyssa come closer to me. She looked scared I would rape her or something, so I went immediately into planning, hoping some kind of smart-person focus would kick in and relax her. It did.

The first thing we did was use a compact mirror to see what was bracing the door. It was a long stick, like a broom handle. Fairly thick and propped against the opposite wall. When I suggested waiting for someone to notice, Alyssa told me nobody would be through here until Monday.