Let her run

Miss Nolan seems to be able to fight through her panic a little, slipping her feet out of her shoes and hugging her shirt tightly around herself. You watch as she casts one last look around at the students and their phones, before making a mad dash bare foot towards the entrance to the school.

You watch her running, seeming to have forgotten the hole in her slacks that has her bare arse on full display to everyone behind her, and as she hits the steps up to the school entrance her braless breasts bounce enticingly, several of the male students showing obvious bulges in their trousers.

As her hand finally rests on the door handle, you wonder if maybe you should let her escape, or it the yard is the better place for her.