"I was MUGGED!" You manage to squeak out, hoping your helpless look is convincing enough. Coach Hunter stares at you critically for a moment, and then her expression softens to one of sympathy.
"Oh you poor kid! What happened? Who did this?"
"It-it was two guys. Big guys. They had hoods on, so I couldn't see their faces, but they had GUNS!" You make your lip tremble in what you hope is an adequate wounded-puppy expression. It seems to do the trick. The coach drapes her arm around you protectively, the not unpleasant smell of her sweat surrounding you in a warm embrace. You lean into her, whimpering softly. "It was terrible. I just want to get dressed and never go into those woods again."
The coach nods. "I'll tell the headmistress everything. If you can think of any more details, send word to her immediately." She glances down at your still erect penis. "You should cover that up. Here." She grabs a towel from a bench laden with water-bottles and other supplies used by the cross-country team. Gratefully, you wrap the towel around your waist, the tent in the fabric making your interest in Coach Hunter no less obvious. She chuckles pityingly and sends you on your way.
"Remember... let us know if you think of anything else you forgot to mention."
You scurry to your dorm and throw on an extra uniform. You sigh, never so happy to be wearing a standard issue school uniform. Seated on your bed and fully dressed, you feel safe for what feels like the first time in forever. You can hardly believe that the events of the past few hours were real, but you still have the bruises and scrapes from your flight through the Faybrook Woods. The intensity of your recent adrenaline rushes still energizing you, you find yourself not particularly hungry. Rather than joining your classmates for dinner, you scarf down a bagel and an apple that you swiped from the dining commons a few days ago. As you gather what you'll need for your evening studies, it strikes you that the ordinary life of a student still occupies you, despite everything you've been through. You still have schoolwork to complete. And Hannah Lee's schoolwork too. You sigh, recalling that the wicked blonde cheerleader's blackmailing scheme hasn't gone away. After being seen naked by most of the girl's cross-country team, the last thing you need is Hannah telling people about your fetish for man-eating women. You sigh. Well, that's how it goes... at least you escaped the Faybrook Woods with your life. You nervously recall Samantha's expedition into the forest and hope that she's alright. Well, there's nothing you can do about it now. Time to get to work.
