He also had his pick of student interns each year and he always picked two male and two female interns from the pool of applicants. He said that he di...n’t want to appear sexist like some of the other professors who only chose girls or boys. His solitude was interrupted by a knock at the open door to his office. As he looked up he saw first-row, left-isle-seat standing at his door. She was a pretty girl, very tall with long legs. He loved women with long legs and small breasts. Her auburn hair. And finally we decided to meet, at a place, none else than her home! He parents and brother were going out of town for two days. and she was going to be alone with her elder sis. she informed me and , I took leave immediately .I caught an early bus travelled one and half hr and reached to her town, and called her –she gave me her address I got an auto but still had to walk a long distance to reach her home.Meanwhile she was directing me to her address. Upon reaching home. I saw her first time. Despite certain teen-aged hormone driven thoughts I might have had (and firmly suppressed) late at night in bed. I probably forgot his and every other classmate's name the minute I left school for good.This driving sense of alienation and acute indifference to the world around me came back to hurt me later on in the worst possible way and caused me to make the greatest mistake of my heavily mistake ridden life, but I haven't reached that part of my story yet. As I was no one's favorite student. The next morning she would look at Tom with an embarrassed face, but gradually she got over it.Occasionally she would forget he was there and walk into the kitchen with her blouse off. "Oh my," she'd blush and cover her bra covered breasts as she hustled back to the bedroom. But I would say, "Priss ... what's the big deal?" And little by little she relaxed.It was like pulling on the loose thread of a sweater. Her inhibitions gradually started to unravel. Being caught a few times in just her bra.