"Fuck." Was the only thing that escaped her lips. Of course the box was empty. Nevermind that when she knocked the box out of its spot the key actually had rolled under the tire in the car in front of her. She reasoned it was safely in the back pocket of her father's pants as he was teaching giggling students about anatomy. Oh god. Her classes would show she was absent. If she could put that together surely others too. Faculty, students, security guards, the police that were called. Her dad! "And I was worried he'd embarassed me..." she said crawling out of her hiding spot. She began stretching every inch of her young tight body getting ready for whatever lied next,looking around of course for any onlookers. She then resumed shielding her goods and flipping her hair in front of her head wondering of what plan she could conjure. Back to a more aware, high security alert school and get the key that wasn't with her dad. Or attempt to streak home, and change. It was only 35 minutes if she walked. (Faster if she ran, which she desperatley wanted to.) She concluded the streets couldn't be too busy.
Jessica clutched her intimates tightly and finally deciced.
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