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Chapter 11 by Linger Linger

What's the plan?

Go to Theater class

The next morning, you nervously enter the classroom. Ms. Miller is standing at the front of the class, preparing to lead the daily stretching exercises. Her rainbow hair is tied up in a ponytail, and a skintight blue leotard shows off every curve of her body. You avert your gaze as she turns to you, her clothing doing nothing to hide her massive erection.

"Ah, Doug, just in time, we were about to start our stretches. Grab a mat and a partner and we'll get started." She turns back to the class, touching her toes a few times.

You grab a padded mat, and look around the class for anyone without a partner already. Your gaze is instantly met by the piercing gray eyes of Tiffany, who smiles at you and waves you over. She's got on a different tank top from last time, this time with a flaming, demonic horse, and she's wearing black pants that obscure any sort of detail below her waist. You quickly look away, and across from her, you catch Fiona's eye, but she quickly looks away, her blond hair obscuring her face. She has the same white sundress from last class, but it looks absolutely spotless. You wonder if she cleans the same one every day, or has multiple copies of it.

Who do you stretch with?

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