Your next class and Angel

As you're walking back to your classroom; your thoughts turn to Angel, the dark-skinned, dread-locked girl who was rubbing her body against yours as you walked through the halls earlier. You'd like to take a piece of that. Then you smile to yourself as you recall that the black beauty is in your next class.

When you walk into the classroom, you notice that Angel is already there. She's leaning against the wall next to the classroom door, talking to a couple of other girls. As you pass by her on your way into the room, you lean down and whisper in her ear "See me after class, please."