After Diana enters the room, you step in Jasmine's way.
"Look," you say to the mysterious but amiable formerly fake nerd, "I do want to get to the bottom of all this, and I do appreciate that you seem to have some possible insight, however I'm not comfortable with you watching me have sex with my friend- in front of an entire classroom full of young women!"
"Just think about me as another student!" She pressed.
"Yeah, a grad student. You might be older than me for all I know."
"And that would matter, why?"
"Because...I don't know, I'm afraid you'll judge my performance."
Jasmine snorted in a very unladylike fashion. If she'd been sipping soda it probably would have gone up her nose and then sprayed all over the floor.
"Judge your---" she laughed, barely able to speak, "Joe, I think you'll find me a lot less judgmental than when I was these girls' age."
"Even so," I said, "will you please wait for me out in the hall?"
She got serious again, her facial expressions as fleeting as a field mouse in flight. "Absolutely, if that's what you're comfortable with, Joe." And then with a twinkle in her eye, "I'll just listen from out here."
You sigh and enter the room.
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