The teacher offers to help.

"Fuck," Amy said. She didn't have a change of clothes.

"Oh my," Dr. Madisen said, "you live off campus don't you, Amy?"

"Uh huh."

"And I don't suppose you brought a change of clothes with you?"

"Uh, no Ma'am."

Dr. Madisen raised an eyebrow. Amy never called her "ma'am," nobody did. Her state of undress must have left her feeling a little more submissive. The thought gave Amy a little thrill.

"I think you'd better come with me, then. And the rest of you," she looked pointedly at the boys, "should at least have the decency to avert your eyes"

Amy followed Dr. Madisen out of the classroom, covering her crotch with her hands. The willowy blonde girl who ripped her skirt shouted another "sorry" to her as they left.

Amy kept her eyes on the floor as they walked down the hallway and up several flights of stairs to Dr. Madisen's office. People, students and professors alike, stared as they passed, but nobody had the nerve to say anything with the stern Dr. Madisen leading the way.

Finally, Amy was led into the professor's small office and the door was shut behind her. And locked.