Scaramouche

The long-awaited field trip was due! And behold your teacher’s piss-poor competence, you so happen to lack a seat on the bus.

Though, you certainly did procure a whiplash once you were advised to recline your ass on scaramouche, who - obliged rather too hastily with a smile. Settling on his lap, the road was graced with potholes, causing a few violent shifts, which by extension, prompted a massive bulge prodding your ’derrière.’

Scaramouche chuckled nervously, red-faced. ”Stop moving will you?”