No, but Marcy tries

As you mournfully lap your spilled seed from the dusty bus floor, Marcy pipes up.

"Kerry...Anya" the brunette says in a soft tone, glancing to the schoolgirl on each side of her. "Don't you think the poor boy has been put through enough?" She looks down at you as she asks them for some compassion.

You pause and look up, surprised that someone on this bus would stand up for you. You offer a weak smile when she glances down, stroking her socked ankle slightly in return.

Both brunettes bend forward again from behind the bench seat Marcy sits and rest their chins in their arms on her backrest, not far from Marcy's ears.

Anya speaks first.

"You know that is quite the dramatic speech, Marcy!" in a hushed tone only meant for the ears of you four.

"But," Kerry adds seamlessly, "do remember you are seated on this bus pantyless and with your boobs hanging out, and you could leave this bus that way!" The angularly chiseled face of the brunette distorts in disdain and one hand reaches down to her left breast and the fingers tweak Marcy's pert pink nipple for emphasis.

Your hopes drop like your deflated penis.