Stacie finds an entrance

The rain-soaked teen decides she had better help herself, rather than chance a meeting with the janitor. She follows the long brick wall of the sprawling one-story building, gliding a wet hand along the rough brick as the light fades outdoors. Her water-logged sneaker bumps against a low narrow window frame, and the black metal rectangle creaks open, the twin-paned window tipping out towards her.

"Yes!" Stacie hisses aloud, looking into the dimly-lit room below her. It looks to be a storage room.. old gymnasium mats are conveniently piled below the opening. The brunette twists her lips with indecision.

Another thunderclap sounds, followed by even more drenching sheets of rain. Stacie's mind is made up for her by the ever-threatening weather. The athletic teen leans inside the window, preparing to fall to the mats head-first.

Musty silence greets her as the brunette's wet head enters the school basement. She holds onto the window frame and wriggles slowly forward, the soaked cotton of the tee shirt smearing across the dusty window panes. Her slim waist follows easily. Not so her girlishly curved hips. Her bell-shaped bottom fills the gap between the window and the concrete. Stacie grunts and uses her hands against the wall to help push herself inside. Inch after inch makes it's way in as she writhes her hips.

Then her progress stops. Stacie tries again. No luck. The brunette twists her head to try and find the problem, wriggling her hips as she watches. The volleyball captain groans. She sees the belt loop of her sister's ill-fitting khaki shorts is caught on the windowframe's latch.