"Yes, I'm kidding. There's no way I can sneak you out on your first day here. Especially with Prittey knowing I have you," Sandy says. "Eventually though....." she let her sentence evaporate into the air as she looks down and winks at Phil.
You shudder, but after a few moments she walks Phil into his class, English. She carries Phil and his desk up to the instructor, Ms. Jackson. Phil notices that Ms. Jackson is another young instructor, but she appears more conservative than Ms. Prittey did at first blush. She appears to be better endowed than Sandra, but is attempting to keep it hidden under a wool sweater and pleated skirt.
"Ms. Jackson," Sandy starts, "This is Phil Bemine. We have pretty much the same schedule, so Ms. Prittey asked me to take him from class to class. She said to keep his desk with me."
Sandy was stretching the truth a bit, as she knew Phil was supposed to sit at the instructor's desk in every class. Buuuuuuuuuut she just didn't want to give up the little guy.
Ms. Jackson eyes the two curiously. Phil nervously sits quietly, too scared to cross Sandy by speaking up.
"Ok, but I want you to check in with me before you go to your next class. I want you two to be on your best behavior in this class."
Sandy responds with a chipper "Yes, of course!" before taking her usual seat toward the back of the class. She sets Phil and his desk right in the middle of her larger one. When she knows nobody is looking, she makes sure the top of her blouse is unbuttoned.
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