Isabella stumbles into a rule

Everyone gets fully dressed after the massages, undoing the earlier pants swap. Alyssa has a scowl and is sitting rigidly with her arms crossed, but everyone else seems calmer. Isabella has the next turn.

"We could be more careful about our questions, you know, to stay fair and avoid trouble. Like, I don't know who has ever touched their crush's underwear, but if we figure it... out... in... Figure it..."

Miss Shelby leaps at Ethan, eagerly sticking her hands down into the waistband of his pants. Mercifully, she doesn't reach very far.

Most of the students don't react. As you turn--oh, SHIT.

You are caught by surprise by a pair of hands. Dylan approaches from the other side while you are distracted by Ethan and Shelby. At first he grabs your hips, but this pops open the clasp at the back of your skirt's waistband. He pauses in surprise before moving his hands farther and feeling more of your bottom.

Well that was a bit much.

You are still shocked into stillness as he raises his hands up below your blouse. You breathe a sigh of relief when he only feels out your back and the rear straps of your bra.

Your sigh of relief sounds a little more like a sigh of pleasure than you meant it to.

Anyway, Dylan sits back down.

"I didn't SAY IT," shouts Isabella, "Is it really enough to just imply it?"

That's disturbing. Not much happened, but you need to be careful.

You wish others were feeling careful. Shelby's inappropriate--no, Miss Shelby's inappropriate actions toward your boy were getting worse. Alyssa's irritation was hard to ignore, too. She was jealous of you and Miss Shelby, and losing the patience to hide it.

You fix your skirt and Miss Shelby consults her randomizer. "Ethan's turn."

"No, I've never done that."

"What? Then why didn't you?"

Ethan just shrugs, confused, but Isabella frowns and looks off to the side. She seems deep in thought.

"OK," says Miss Shelby, "Alyssa?"

"Yeah, at least once. In 10th grade a guy dropped his gym bag, I helped him pick things up."