What is it about Heather? Yes, she’s smart. Yes, she’s very cute. Yes, she has pretty little titties. But the attraction I have, that we have, for...Heather is not physical, but more, for lack of a better term, spiritual, although the sex proves that there’s still quite a lot of physical involved in that attraction. I feel that she is important to me, to us. But, despite how certain I am of that feeling, it makes no sense.What I have no confusion about, however, is that she has an important, very. That night, Corey and I headed out for our own date night without anyoneelse around. He treated me to a nice meal before we came back to catch atheater production on campus that I wanted to see. The play wasn't greatbut was something different for us to take in other than the regular dinnerand a movie date.Driving into our parking lot, we easily saw flashing blue lights in ourdorm lot."Oh God, we are gone just a short time and something happens," I stated ina little attack and fear for all my. “Do this for me ok?” “What?” Kay asks. I say: “Take hold of the bottom of your shirt and pull down on it fast.” Kay looks at me and then at Susan……Susan’s eyes get big and she nods for her friend to go ahead. Kay takes hold of her shirt at the bottom near her belly and pulls down on the shirt. As the shirt is pulled taught the paper clips are thrown from her nipples snapping closed as they are pulled from her nipples and pinching the very ends of her nipples. This sends a very quick and. I promise.”Cherise watches the guy leave. She is about to move on when he pays. He gives her a smile, one that seems a little more than just friendly. She smiles back but thinks how shitty he is to be considering proposing while flirting with the bartender. But it doesn’t go any further than the smile and he too leaves.“Bartender!” a voice calls for her.Cherise turns to see a fairly attractive woman sitting off to the side, almost at the end of the bar. She came in about an hour ago and ordered.