Wanting to be safe though, I check the third stall as well and I’m glad I do. Peeking in around the curtain there’s only a towel there as well.Sta...ding there I think about my options, trying to remember what type of towel Cam had. After a few seconds, I realize I need to decide because it’s going to be awkward if one of these guys walks out and I’m standing there in just a towel. Taking my chances, I choose the middle one and step into the changing area.As I step in, I can feel my nerves. "We'll let you watch your footie results in peace" Christine said "We're going for a chat, shower and change".I was laid,as usual, on the settee when Ann arrived home. She stepped into the living room, gave me one of her whithering looks, said nothing, and headed up the stairs. I heard shouting from above ! Christine and Ann having a major argument and the girls shouting in the background.About an hour later the girls came down together and Christine popped her head round the door and said. ’ ”Sorry,’ he says. He is gawping open mouthed at you. I notice a movement in his pants. You notice it too and quickly look away. ”I can’t sleep in this heat,’ you say. ”No, me neither,’ he pours himself a glass of water. ‘I think I might stay up for a bit.’ ”Do you mind if I stay up for a while too?’ you ask, to my surprise. Your hand is still across your chest, but one nipple is half revealed through your fingers. ‘Tim has noticed this too and the considerable lump in his pants grows a bit. As naive as I was (okay, I might as well admit it -- I wasstill a virgin at the end of my freshman year at Thoreau College), Iknew there was one unforgivable sin in Cambridge, Massachusetts in thesummer of 1969 -- and that was to call any female older than eight "agirl".Incredibly I made that very mistake at a student party just four blocksfrom Harvard Square. It was 100 degrees that day, and my host didn'town an air conditioner. So we were all sweltering, which is my onlypossible excuse for.