3″As you walk into the my class, you see me putting my books into my bag while I talk to one of my classmates, May. I freezes when May suddenly touches my arm, talking to me in a flirtatious tone. I look at May with a slight frown. "Please, don't touch me." I says, my discomfort clear. "Why not?" May replies in a giggly manner, raising her hand up to my shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze. She continues, "Does it do something to you, Joe?"
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