Yes, just five minutes

"Hey, actually, let's take an extra five minutes," you say. "Come here; check this out."

Taking the janitor's keys back from Rebecca, you bring her into the shop with you, toting the high quality camera along as well. You lead the cheerleader past equipment you're sure she's never seen, straight back to the broadcasting studio where you picked up the camera originally.

You nearly decide to worship Mr. Warren, the shop teacher, as you expertly pluck the SD card from the video camera and slide it into the computer's hard drive. You log in to the file transfer site to which Mr. Warren has subscribed each shop student and begin uploading to your personal cloud storage. The contents of this forbidden footage are worth their weight in bitcoin, and you have a vision of yourself jacking off fifty years from now to those same sets of familiar tits seen tonight for the first time.

The file transfer is going to take a little while, so you check to see if Rebecca's as "curious" as you are.

"So, Rebecca," you say. "This is actually Rachel's email and all her passwords. Should we take a look?"

Rebecca's smile sharpens into a wicked grin. "Definitely," she says.

With Rebecca's permission, you allow yourself the opportunity you missed before to snoop. You don't want to get too lost in Rachel's email and logins -- plenty of time for that later -- but it can't hurt to have a short look while the files are uploading.

You glance at her passwords and something new catches your eye. You look again, not sure you believe what you see. But yes, it's there - and realization shines on you like sun after a rainstorm.

There are logins stored here not just for Rachel but also for someone else. The email address is unmistakable - it's your school nurse. Who you only just now realized has the same last name as Rachel. "Rachel's mom is the fucking nurse," you say aloud, your head swimming as Rebecca laughs.

All the students call her "Mrs. Pill" because she's constantly going on about birth control. The story goes that when she was a senior at this very high school, she got knocked up. She put herself through nursing school and made it her mission to protect teens from the hardships she had to face.

The running joke, of course, is that it's no wonder Mrs. Pill was "active" in high school. She's definitely a 10: an obviously fantastic rack hidden beneath sensible tops; long legs plunging out of modest skirts; full, black hair that always smells of lavender or something. If she had Rachel when she was 18, that makes Mrs. Pill only 36 years old - a MILF if any high school boy ever knew one.

And now, if he wanted to, Sam could log in to her email. Her photos. Her fucking Tinder account!