I like to curl up with a good book, don’t you?  And what better way to curl up, then stark naked, don’t you agree?  So off I go to the school library to pick out a book…

… and then curl up.  I like to relax, as you see, below, and if the book is particularly ribald, I may show signs of, shall we say, enjoyment.  And in any case, I’m opening myself up to possible fondling, since the library is a public place, and any uncovered skin on a girl is fair game — a rule designed to encourage girls to cover up, which backfires in my case, because I like a good massage.

… and then, quite often, after displaying my enjoyment of either the book or the rubdown, or both, a boy will come along and rape me, which, frankly, I find quite relaxing.  I’m sorry, I just don’t think it’s the horrible punishment the College intends it to be, what can I say?

… But then just as often, no one rapes me, and here I am, all worked up, without any release.  So I do my exercises, and that relaxes me almost as much as being raped…