Well... What Happened, Fucker?

Ms. Johnson's eyes rolled back into her head and her painfully aching nipples hardened to such a degree that several buttons on her blouse couldn't handle the strain and burst from the front of her blouse with such **** that they cracked the glass in the pay window in several places. She whimpered in nonsensical gibberish as her body was bombarded with one orgasm after another... Vaginal, Clitoral, G-spot... One after another and sometimes all of them at once causing her to fall off of the stool she was sitting on to the floor where she began tearing at her blouse and skirt like a animal **** to get at her heaving tits and dripping wet cunt.

Laying on her back she roughly pinched her hard nipples and thrust her hips into the air faster and faster as she squirted all over the place, moaning and thrashing her head from side to side... Luckily the noise from so many people talking drown out her cries of ecstasy.

Meanwhile...

Aaron was heading to his usual spot, A vacant table near the center of the room... Probably not a good idea given all the strange things happening today but why break tradition now. Aaron was a man without a country and perhaps nothing more than his seating arrangements could have demonstrated that any more perfectly. Just like in every school Bayside operated on a self-imposed caste system with those of similar backgrounds, styles of dress, or interests gathered together to form their own little cliques but Aaron didn't fit in anywhere in the Geo-Political Hierarchy of school life...

He didn't fit in with the brains (Nerds, geeks, squints, etc) because he's too smart (alot smarter than anyone even imagines) and makes them feel inferior, he's not athletic enough or dumb enough to be a jock, and his unusual appearance meant the beautiful popular people avoided him like the plague. Even the Goth kids steered clear of Aaron whose skin was too pale and his hair too dark even for them. His bright yellow eyes made everyone feel on edge so here he sat the king of his own empty little island with every clique in school around him but keeping their distance from him.

Not that he minded, It was one of the only places he could expect to remain relatively unaccosted with the occasional thrown piece of food, verbal jeer, or trip going to and coming from his table being the only real disruptions to one of the most peaceful times in his school life.

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