Better come up with something good...

"Uh, I, well..."

"Yeah?! You literally just ji--" College Girl interrupts herself just in time not to let everyone know without a doubt what went on. Lucky for her, the bus begins to brake for the next stop. "Okay. You're gonna come with me now. We're talking about this somewhere more private. And put that thing away!"

Her tone of voice is so forceful that you barely even think as you follow her commands, fumbling with you swollen rod as you push it into your pants and College Girl puts on the backpack she dropped in the aisle - which you didn't even notice, what with MalO occupying your attention elsewhere. At least it servers to hide the streak of jizz, although you suppose College Girl will need to clean it thoroughly afterwards.

After stepping from the bus, she marches ahead of you, leaving you to follow her, and - feeling kinda bad about giving her a protein shower - you do just that, until the two of you step into an alley that is at least a little secluded. Considering the topic you are about to talk about, it's probably your best option, compared to, say, a public establishment of whatever kind or either of your apartments.

"Right. Now. Spill it. What the hell was that about, huh?!"

"Errr..." Floundering, you flap your mouth like a fish as your mind races. What do you tell her?! Something about a medical condition? That you're haunted? "I'm, uh..."

"Yeah?" Trailing off as you feel a hand brush over your neck languidly, your eyes flick to a window behind College Girl - and see MalO standing right behind your reflection, her blank skull smiling over your shoulder as she trails one finger down your spine, making you shiver in spite of yourself. "I'm waiting!"

"I..." Here goes nothing. With MalO behind you, maybe you can convince College Girl. If the apparition slips up and affects you in a way that proves her existence. "Okay, so... I'm haunted. Like, I got a ghost named MalO following me around that keeps fucking with me and literally fucking me. She's... she's right behind me actually."

"Uh. What?!" Again, you glance to the window... and see MalO is gone again, as if she'd never been here. "That's gotta be the dumbest shit I've ever heard. A ghost?!"

"I swear! Either that, or I'm losing my mind!" It is a possibility. Maybe you are doing all of it to yourself and your mind conjures up a horrifying apparition that does all of this to you. But you don't really believe that, do you? "She kept sending me pictures, got increasingly aggressive, and now she's around me whenever she feels like it!"

"Uh-huh, yeah. And she's conveniently invisible, right?"

"She.. yes. I can only see her in reflections, and..."

"Oh, fuck this. That's what I get for helping you." With a disgusted sigh, College Girl half-turns away from you. "And I thought you were alright after we did that workshop together, during orientation..."

"Aw, heck." Now you remember were you saw College Girl - on your first day of college, when you got shown around campus and participated in some team-building style exercises. You even remember her name. "Lana? Okay, listen, Lana, I swear by whatever deity is gonna listen, I'm telling the truth! I would never just jerk off in public!"

"From what I saw, you just did."

"But I didn't! I was just sitting there with my dick out, and then you sat on my lap, and then I came. I didn't touch myself once!"

"Yeah... true..." It seems that your arguments are making headway. Lana is NOT walking away, instead lingering uncertainly.

"And... and did you notice I didn't move until I came? Because I couldn't!" Gesticulating animatedly, you talk yourself into a bit of a tizzy. "MalO can somehow make me completely unable to!"

"Uh... you're right... if you were a perv, I guess you'd have... grabbed my hips or rubbed against me, or... anything!" Turning back to you, Lana narrows her eyes inquisitively. "But you didn't. So you either are losing your mind... or you're telling the truth. To be honest, I'm leaning towards the former."

"And I don't blame you! Maybe I am!" Looking at Lana, you you put your hands together pleadingly. "And I'm going to get an appointment with either a psychologist or an exorcist or both as soon as I can. But first, I need to go to urgent care, because, well... MalO, she... Let's just say I'm... not that big normally, downstairs."

"Yeah, I was impr-- I mean, I was wondering about that." Lana scrunches up her brow before shaking her head and glancing at the rather chic wristwatch she's wearing. "Okay, I'm already late. Well. No matter if you're haunted or just going insane, I'm not gonna give you shit about what you did, because that would be a dick move. Tell you what, we're exchanging numbers. Keep me posted on your therapy or your exorcism, whatever happens first. Now I need to get cleaned up and then I need to..."

She's still babbling as she makes her way out of the alley, leaving you standing there looking bewildered. You managed to talk your way out of a tight spot and may even have acquired a new ally. Things might be looking up!

"If you think you're g̞̥̦͚ͦ͝͡e̸̡̹̫͒͋ͭt̵͎̥ͮͬ͝t̬͍̒i̯ͥ̉́̕ṉ̎̑g͖ r̋iͦ̉͒ͫ͌d̻͕ͨ́͠͠ oͩ̇f̘̀̾͂͠m̙̭̩͙̘̪͆ͥ̈̿̇ē̢̡̞̞̆͐̉ͅ that easily, John, TḢ͚I͌̉ͥN͈̥̮̱̥̊̽̐Ḱ̨̜͛͠_̶̣ͩ̀ͤ A̮̠̦ͤ̊G̗̰̣̪̖͒ͫ̀ͭ̉Ȃ̵͕͍̺̣̆ͤ̇͝Ḭ̛̗̖̿̔̋ͨ̂̚͜N̥͒!"