The Lie

Mark gulped. What kind of story would get him out of this?

Tiffany stood there, arms crossed, awaiting an explanation. She was still dripping wet from her shower, only a towel covering her intimates, but Mark couldn't help his eyes drifting to her cleavage, firmly secured in.

"I... I got mugged. I was here late, I thought I was alone. I got dragged here, and they took everything from me. I didn't know where else to go, so I..."

Tiffany stopped him from going any further pulling him into a comforting hug. "Oh my God, you poor thing! I'm so sorry this happened to you... I... I think I might know who did it."

"Who?"

Tiffany sighed. "Miranda. She's been sharing this video of you in here, saying you were being a pervert and stuff, and... I just knew she had to be lying." She handed him a towel from the rack. "Don't worry Mark, I'll get your stuff back from her."

Mark gave a sheepish smile. "Thanks, Tiffany. I appreciate that. I, uh, should probably head to class."

Tiffany watched Mark leave, and took notice of his erection popping through his towel. "Yeah, of course, Mark."