It passes uneventfully. Sort of.

The first few minutes were the worst. The students sitting in front of her were craning their necks to get a glimpse of her, while those sitting alongside were fixated on her. She felt her face burning red with the shame of their unwanted attention. The table was hiding her lower half and she covered her breasts with one of her arms, but it didn't feel as though it was helping. Mr Hendrick, however, was not to be underestimated, and threatened detention to anyone not facing the front of the class. Those at the back who tried to sneak sideward glances very quickly found themselves under a barrage of mathematical questions. In a very bizarre way, their bumbled and incorrect answers suddenly turned THEM into the embarrassed parties.

After a few minutes of this, Hendrick assigned the class a series of questions from the notebook and set a time limit of twenty minutes to answer as many as possible. As Audrey began to tackle the questions, she realised the genius of the task. Even in her extremely exposed state, the challenge of answering so many questions in so short a time focused her mind only on the task in hand. Without even realising it she uncrossed her legs and moved the arm covering her breasts so that she could steady the paper she was writing on. For a short while she was able to lose herself and forget her worries. There were no more barrages of math questions; everyone was focused on their work.

"Okay class, time is up." Mr Hendrick announced. "Will one person from each table bring both answer sheets to me?"

"I'll get it." Audrey replied without thinking. She picked up Claire's answer sheet, placed it on top of her own and stood up.

She froze.

So had the other dozen or so students who had climbed to their feet, papers in hand. They had all chanced a quick look at her as they had stood.

The sheets in her hands were held over her stomach. Nothing was covered.