Stall 2

Jessica ran into stall two, recovering from the rush that just consumed her. She noticed a 5 inch in diameter hole in the wall and shriveled her nose in disgust. “Of course they allow gloryholes here.” She ran a hand through her hair, relishing in the silky touch. Jessica had always bought products to cater to her appearance. Clothes were a big part of stealing too, but Jessica had realized, over the years, it didn’t matter what you wore. It mattered how pretty you were and if you used that to your advantage.

“You!” The stall suddenly banged open and Jessica paled when she saw the upperclassman she had stolen from earlier.