You are a seventeen y/o boy (Or girl) suffering during your senior year in high school. Until…sixth block science class; it’s not your favorite subject…history is, but it’s for favorite class ‘cause of Miss Ayla. A undercover thot. You start dozing off. Ms Ayla notices you falling asleep. Before you fall into a deep sleep, she leans over and whispers to you…

“You should rest your head on my lap, love~”