Screw with Chrissie some more

Chrissie's boyfriend Brad came to get her. He glared at Steve. "What are you looking at perve?"

He and Chrissie went to leave, and Steve used his power again.

"Oh my god!" said Chrissie.

"What the hell, Chrisse?" said Brad. "Argggg!" he yelled as his tighty whiteys yanked up the front, crushing his balls.

As Chrissie pulled her top closed, her pink skirt was yanked to her ankles, giving everyone a view of her pink lace thong. She dropped her books and bent over to pick up her skirt. "The fuck?" she said. Try as she might, she could not pick up her skirt. It was like something was holding it down. She pulled hard, and her skirt ripped in two.

Brad reached down the front of his pants to fix his briefs, and his belt cinched tighter, trapping his hand in his pants.

A crowd had gathered, and they were all laughing and pointing.

Steve looked over and saw Miss Cooke, his senior English teacher leave the building. She stopped to try to figure out what everyone was looking at.

Steve had a crush on Miss Cooke all year and wanted to see more of her.