Knowing Nichole, she's probably waiting in the music room for her chorus teacher in the private lesson room. You head there and low and behold, she's there.
"Hey," you say simply.
"Hey," she replies, "wanna wait with me? My teacher said he's gonna be super late today."
"Sure, I got nothin better to do anyway." You sit down next to her.
"Man, I'm soooo bored."
"Me too... Hey, let me try something on you."
"Try something on me, like what?"
"Put your feet up right here," you pat on the empty space of your stool. She obediently places them there. She's wearing a pair of converses with yellow socks. Her large size leaves her toes hanging over the edge. You begin to untie her shoes, well what do you want to do?
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