Yes, of course

Mr. Atlas may be an old pervert, or the situation may be what it seemed. He watched as the teacher worked on grading the papers while the last few minutes of class, wondering what he might think once he got to Matt's test. His mind flitted around the room, jumping from person to person, but the only person who seemed aware of the teacher's request that Melissa stay behind was Melissa herself, who's thoughts seemed focused on her test rather than the request itself.

Then the bell rang, and the rest of the class stood up, adjusting book bags and loose books. Matt jumped into his own body, which was already gathering his things before standing up. He noticed neither Mr. Atlas or Melissa moved, and wondered if he was the only one to do so. He jumped back into Melissa, and watched as his own body walked out of the classroom door.

The moment the last student had left, Mr. Atlas stood up and walked to the door, closing it and turning the lock before focusing his attention on Melissa. "I looked at your test," he said, stepping forward, "and you didn't get a single answer correct. I'm afraid that this grade is going to make you ineligible to keep your place on the cheer squad."

Matt could only sit there, staring. He could only think of one reason the teacher would have closed the door, but he was a horny eighteen year old, and he didn't want to risk giving the wrong answer. He jumped into Mr. Atlas, and was staring at the busty brunette. "I need to stay in the squad, sir," she replied.

The memories that floated to Mr. Atlas' mind gave him the answer, and he replied, "How badly do you want to stay? A, B, or C?"