Then for a few seconds nothing happened, maybe that Haraami servant expected that the lights might be on any moment.Soon the lift started and it seeme... as if nothing ever had happened. I looked behind wanting to see who had the guts to act in such filthy behavior. I was angry and embarrassed. But all I could see were three indifferent faces. I looked for about few seconds but my floor had come and so I had to come out. I felt so helpless that I could not even identify the culprit servant who. Coach had carved a sliver of time out of her busyschedule to arrange this for me and any slip-ups on my part could resultin potential humiliation. If someone caught me in here again... Ishuddered at the thought, refocusing on my task.I pulled the hem of my T-shirt up over my head and shucked it off.Before I could toss my shirt in the locker, the solitary quiet of thelocker room was broken by the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. Ifroze in terror, my mind flashing back to when Coach had. A.A.', A'DAM, 3 NOVEMBER '20ALL OUR DEAR READERS ARE INVITED TO 'THUMB UP' - FOR OUR SEXY STIMULATIONSALL OUR DEAR READERS ARE WARM WELL-COME TO COMMENT - OR ASK QUESTIONSALL TEENS AND YOUNG WOMEN ARE WARMEST OF 'WELL-COMES' TO SHOW INTERESTALL TEENS AND WARM WOMEN WILL BE INTIMELY INSPECTED AND INTERVIEWED: SEXALL BOYS ARE ADVISED TO RESTRAIN THEMSELVES AS 'THUMB DOWN' IS VERY DUMBALL BOYS SHOULD KNOW THAT - IN THE END - READERSHIP NUMBERS ARE COUNTING ALL MEN SHOULD KNOW I AM COMPLETELY NOT. We were left blindfolded on the floor while the girls counted up the scores. I heard whispers of “You can go now,” but they weren’t directed at me. Finally they took off my blindfold. There were four of us left: me, Jack, Ben from the psych class and another guy. Four senior girls got to pick. They removed our underwear and examined our equipment. Jack was picked first, then Ben, then the other guy. I was at the bottom of the pile. But at least I was in the pile. The girl picked up my jockeys.