You walk up to the 19 year-old college freshman.
"Hi!" you say.
"H-Hi" she nervously smiles. Studying her notes and writing things down, ignoring you.
"What are you up to?" you ask. She doesn't respond. "I said what are you up to?" Suddenly the girl looked up, annoyed.
"Look, I'm sorry but I really need to get the biology report done," she informs you. Just then you remember you had biology and passed with flying colors. Perhaps you could help.
"Well, uh," you start, "I took Biology and aced it. Would you like me to help?" The girl looks at you with a blank expression.
"Sure, fine," she says.
"Cool," you say sitting down next to her, "I'm (your name), by the way. And you?"
"Patty," she tells you.
"So, Patty, what's the subject."
Patty runs her hands through her hair frustrated, not at you, but at the idea of doing the paper.
"It has to be on human behavior," she tells you. "It's soo dumb and boring!"
"Human behavior?" you ask, "What kind of behavior?"
"Anything out of the ordinary," she explains, calming down, "I need to witness and experience it first hand as well."
Suddenly, a light-bulb turned on in your brain; perhaps you could help Patty with her report by being the subject with odd human behavior with your foot fetish! Not only that, but you would even get to worship her feet if she were to agree with it.
"Patty, I got just the thing!" you tell her with a smirk.
"Really?" she perked up, "You do?!" she smiled.
"Yeah," you say, "come with me..."
You were now going to take Patty somewhere where nobody would see you so you could "help" her with her report.
What happens?
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