People where going mental. Which was understandable. Trico thought she could eat a bowl of alphabet soup, and shit a better speech than that. It was meant to be...well, anything really. But no. It was nothing. All she could think of now was getting that cute hotty she saw earlier in bed and seeing how she twists and turns. Or though, one of the girls seemed to be saying she was a murderer or something, Trico wasn't paying to much attention really. Attention required effort, and effort was spent on sexual thoughts, which where plenty.
"Hope I get to hit something in this 'test' tommorow"