Yes

"Absolutely," he said, his face lighting up with excitement.

He followed Ms. Jenkins into her office, where he saw her diplomas, awards, and pictures with important people. The last principal had not been as cool, smart, or young as Ms. Jenkins.

As John walked into Ms. Jenkins's office, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. He looked over at her and saw that she was dressed in very nice, if not a bit revealing clothing. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Please, have a seat," Ms. Jenkins said with a warm smile as she gestured to the chair in front of her desk.

John sat down and brought out his club's proposal. "So, we were thinking of doing a bake sale-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, John," Ms. Jenkins said, leaning forward on her desk. "But I can't help but notice that you seem a bit distracted." John's mind went blank for a second as he realized what he was looking at - and what she was implying. He couldn't believe that she would suggest such a thing, especially not to him. As he coughed nervously, he tried to come up with a response, but all he could think about was how uncomfortable the situation was.

"Uh, I'm sorry," John stammered. "What do you mean?"

Ms. Jenkins continued to stare at him, her eyes fixated upon the bulge in his pants. "I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, John," she said in a sultry tone. "And I think you could use a little help."