I confront my school counselor about how I've noticed that students lately have been acting very strange, walking through the hallways like horny little playthings. I think that she has something to do with it. The way she moves her perfect, high-heeled feet in circles as she tells me that it's all in my head is so mesmerizing and relaxing... I notice myself start to melt away, unable to stop staring at her feet as she uses them to put me into a deep trance. Before I know it, I've forgotten why I even came into her office in the first place. All that's important to me is being hers.

I confront my school counselor about how I've noticed that students lately have been acting very strange, walking through the hallways like horny little playthings. I think that she has something to do with it. The way she moves her perfect, high-heeled feet in circles as she tells me that it's all in my head is so mesmerizing and relaxing... I notice myself start to melt away, unable to stop staring at her feet as she uses them to put me into a deep trance. Before I know it, I've forgotten why I even came into her office in the first place. All that's important to me is being hers.