*Jane*

“I think not,” I say, folding my arms resolutely. Rachel sighs in exasperation.

“Oh, come on, Jane. It’s a totally great idea,” she insists.

“I’m not a lingerie kind of girl, Rach. You know that,” I remind her.

“Yeah, well, it’s not exactly regular circumstances is it?” We’re lazing about in the cafeteria between classes, and my friend is staunchly trying to convince me to buy a ...