On a 7-9, you find Amber in a public place

The damp air of the changing room hits you in the face. You look around to orient yourself, having never been in the girls changing room. It appears to be a mirror image of the boys changing room with the showers on the opposite side of the room.

You hear the showers running and move in that direction. Then you hear voices conversing on the other side of the row of lockers.

"Oh my God. Mr. Ambrose just caught me in the hall without a pass. He said I had to show him my tits," Amber says.

"Shit! Did you?" the other girl asks. You can't hear her well enough to know who it is.

"No! I did not! I'm not that kind of girl!" Amber replies.

"Hell, I'd strip and do a pole dance for Mr. Ambrose. He's so steamy." You still can't tell who Amber is taking to.

"Sometimes in his class, I think about him mowing his lawn with his shirt off."

The other girl laughs loudly. "Oh, Amber you really are innocent, aren't you! I fantasize about him fucking me with his big cock." You really want to know who that girl is.