Male

You are a male teen named Alex Peterson.

This fucking sucks, you think to yourself. I have got to get a fucking car. Or a girlfriend. Getting a car would probably attract a girlfriend. Thinking about what you and that girl could in your perspective car leads to pressure building in your pants. In the Summer, you had developed a routine of draining your balls every morning. Leaving so early for school had prevented that, and now you find yourself with serious blue balls.

You think about where you could pass the time. You could check to see if the computer lab was open, though it mostly pointless with the sensor software. You could find a corner to sit and listen to music. You could try to find someone you know. Or you could find a private place to relieve the tension in your pants.