Another one rides the bus.

Claiming the clothes will blow up my cover. Being the crazy naked tree loving chick is one thing, being the slut that went naked for no reason is another.

I see that Ernest is looking the truck decoration with interest but I can't guess if it's out of all around perviness or if he recognise those clothes from his long hours gawking at my body in class.

As try to get on the bus the tree boys get in before me. I get in and from the sounds about all students knew but nearly galf thought it was a joke before seeing me.

The bus is full, I see many students that usually go on foot, bike or car.

"You have to sit! Can't ride with standing students, it's against union rules !" Says the bus driver a 70 year old nearly blind and deaf man that provably didn't notice my lack of attire.

"But all seats are taken!" I exclaim.

"Just sit on someone's lap till we reach high-school." He replies. " That or just walk! But hurry up and choose, we are getting late. "

I look at the bus full of students. Not a free seat and many laps sprouting erections at my view and the news. A check at the clock tells me that at a full run ( in high heel less shoes and with vibrating ball up mu holes.) I will arrive 10 minutes late ( if I survive the unauthorised orgasms).

Do I risk it?