<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots thrown off, school bag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gregg, Hannah, Lisa, Tim, anyone with a phone<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Phone snarfing<br/><br/>Gilda took advantage of being one of the first into the living room to sneak another peak at her phone. She added the signature of whatever device had reverse-snarfed her last time to the block list of her snarfing app (although she was still planning to perhaps tease its owner by sending stuff on other apps), then let out another snarfing spiderweb: the group had grown bigger again, and Gilda was eager for fresh meat and tasty new secrets.<br/><br/>She was particularly curious if Hannah had anything juicy. Gilda expected her photo album to be quite delectable, if Hannah were even half as prone to selfies as Gilda was, or looked even half as hot on a normal day as she did in her current cowgirl outfit.<em>Hmmmm….Hannah and cowgirl…..now there’s a thought.</em>Plus Gilda was curious about any messages and emails that might help Gilda better reverse engineer the girl’s proclivities and personality.<br/><br/>From Gilda’s current point of view, with Hannah sitting on a bean bag in front of the couch, Gilda had a grand view over the other girl’s shoulder and down the front of her top….yes, that was quite a lot of well rounded personality Hannah had. Gilda felt Gregg’s hip bump hers, and she tried to catch his gaze and lead it down Hannah’s front, while she silently mouthed “Niiice…” to him.<br/><br/><em>Getting to know you</em>from some old musical film played in Gilda’s head. She threaded a few fingers through the back of Hannah’s hair to massage her scalp a little. The way that head rested against her legs, practically in her lap, Gidla was also able to give a bit of a reverse foot massage, so to speak - using her own foot to rub the girl’s shoulder.<br/><br/>Gilda wasn’t sure what the professor would think of this, but in any case Gilda’s affections were subtle and mostly hidden from view under Hannah’s own nice smelling hair. Anyway, the prof had a dashing look about him, quite handsome for his age…<em>surely</em>he’d gotten up to some hijinx with belles enough in his day.<br/><br/>One hand still giving Hannah a petting scalp massage, Gilda used her other to send, from a pseudononymous secondary account, an autoplaying music file to the phones of Lisa and Tim. She’d just have to hope for the sake of their prank that at least one of them had their phone volume up and no blocker app...the file Gilda sent was Van Halen’s<em>Hot for Teacher</em>.<br/><br/>Gilda realized she wasn’t sure if the prof knew her name, and in any case, with the other newbies, she piped up, with juuuuust a little touch of teacher’s-pet honeying layered into her voice “Thanks for having us all, professor. I’m Gilda Lockhart.”