No, of course not

Anna first tied the socks together to make a belt. Then, she tried to slip it through the belt loops. However, it was thicker than she thought, and she had trouble fitting it through the loops. She sat there struggling with it in frustration. After a short while, she finally **** the belt all the way through. Unfortunately, now the sock belt wasn’t long enough to tie in the back! Even worse, she had jammed up the belt loops in doing so. She wouldn’t be able to fit anything else through them until she got the socks out.

She checked around to make sure the coast was still clear. Then, she set to work struggling to get the belt *out* this time.

No sooner had she gotten the sock belt out than she heard someone coming. She quickly shoved her bra and socks under the table, then laid the skirt on her lap. She would just sit there until they were gone, and hope they didn’t notice anything was amiss.

Wait! Wouldn’t they question what she was doing, sitting there alone at an empty table? She swore under her breath. Then she hastily got up, holding her skirt together, and scurried over to the nearest bookshelf to grab something, anything, to pretend to read.