The class stretches out quickly, before they begins a brisk run on the school's mile-long cross-country course. Dozens of girls and boys jog along, including one short, skinny blonde who quickly gets out to the front of the pack, as she usually does. She likes running; she's fast, and she's got good stamina. This feels like a pretty normal run to her, nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, she doesn't know that you're clinging for dear life to the fabric of her shorts, praying you don't lose your grip.
You are beginning to despair, as the constant motion of her thighs creates an eternal wave through the fabric that batters you. Then, you see your only chance -- a slight hole in the fabric, maybe fifteen feet from you. You start to climb for it, but the movement of the shorts is so difficult. Still, you have to make it. You have to. You climb along, almost there....
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