Old Rule: All females on campus must rub their body parts against you.

At school, still at the start of the day, you look down at your book. With bated breath you read what you had written on the page.

Old Rule: All females on campus the owner of the Rulebook considers pretty (which everyone will instinctively know unless stated otherwise) must have their breasts, ass, or legs rub against or make contact with him at least once during casual interaction for a minimum of 3 seconds, and outside of normal interaction at least enough for him to feel it -- given he is close enough and it doesn't prove hazardous or disruptive to the females' current activity.

Closing the book, you stick it in your backpack and look at the doorway to your first period classroom... and pretty female uno.

Taking a breath, you set one foot into your class to see your super cute English teacher writing on the board, clad in a red buttoned blouse and fairly tight knee reaching skirt. She was young, she was slender. Got married the other month on a fancy cruise ship to some fitness trainer. You whip your head around. Room's currently empty except for her. Makes sense. It's still early bird hours.

You wonder if you should go up to her, or take a trip somewhere else.