Mrs. Garibaldi watched attentively as her students poured through the door. For the last hour her stomach had given her fits which made her stay seated behind her desk. As the class filed in her focus on particular students remained concealed. Before entering, Nathan Houser instructed a number of male lads to block the entry of Molly Indrabooty. This made Molly nervous. Too many shadows looked equally obvious.
Luckily her stain streaked legs had dried of Nelson Crandall's cum. Her newfound friend Heather's perfume at least masked the odor. Regardless she felt dirty. She hoped that nobody noticed and became appalled.
Taking their seats "Madeline Garibaldi" barely noticed Molly today. The rumbling in her belly disturbed her just enough to decide on a swift revelation. Getting up carefully she channeled her last bit of energy toward her class.
"Forgive me class. I need to go to the office for a spell. Please remain in your seats and look over yesterdays notes. I shall return."
As the elderly woman darted away on her mission it was obvious to the students that her office was instead the bathroom. Someone had spiked her morning coffee creamer with laxatives. She would unfortunately be occupied the entire class.
Once satisfied of no return Nathan Houser looked over at Molly and leaned close.
"Caleb said you put on one hell of a show. He's really proud of you."
"As shameful as it was, I too am proud of myself. I only hope that my Father hears nothing of it. You will never see me again. I might get shipped off to Mumbai."
"Caleb's a genius. He won't let anyone tell on you. Even if the entire school knows and see's. Our family is very influential."
"I see. What of Shawna? She does not like me."
"Already taken care of. Just you wait and see."
Molly looks around her and realizes that twelve students in this class were in Crandall's room to witness her. The remaining students knew nothing.
"I will trust in Caleb. There are many here from last hour. Many who were not."
Nathan nods, "Does it matter? You're on a roll. Today you become the most popular girl in school."
Her eyelids flutter, "I do not wish to be popular."
"Too late." He looks to her right, "Hey Milo? Get a load of Indrabooty's nipples here. They're like rockets."
A burly boy with a crew cut and glasses stares her down.
"I already noticed. Nice! Mind if I pinch 'em?"
Molly takes a deep breath and postures herself better for viewing.
"No. Please do." She smiles.