Margaret's conversation was polite and flirty, giving George theimpression that he was the most important person in the room, the worldeven. And for a...few weeks, he would be as far as Margaret was concerned.Her frock, tight in bodice and tighter just below the knee, was a joy tobehold, certainly for George, who detected its every movement asMargaret fussed around its hem and stroked her stockings. She crossedher legs now and again, then excused herself from the conversation,taking a small. I wanted them to stop but I couldn’t even tell them to, let alone fight them off. The drug was taking a serious toll on my mental capabilities. The girl who had been rubbing the cream on me kept making little circles around my clit. I was mortified when I felt my body respond to her touch. She saw, and smiled. “There’s a good girl”, she said sweetly. “Thirty minutes start now”. She kept making slow, small circles, touching me softly, gently, almost tenderly. I couldn’t remember ever feeling. She had the most innocent face, pretty smile and cute expression. She accidentally missed buses for juniors and ended up in our bus.As she was the only first year student in our bus people where giving a hard time to her and she was a bit upset and i felt sorry for her and called her to sit next to me. And told everyone that she is like my sister and we are family friends. And she immediately came sat next to me. And i did this to impress a girl who i was interested for over an year and didn’t. Are you a nurse also?” Her: “Huh? What? No, why?” Me: “The last girl I knew who drank Red Bull was a nurse, but she had issues—something about hamsters.” Her: “What the fuck? No, I’m not a nurse. I’m currently jobless. What do you do?” Me: “I teach math.”We talked for another thirty minutes about jobs, hair, fingernails, bracelets, phone numbers, and living arrangements until her friends got up hand-in-hand with their guys and declared they were leaving. “Get his number and tell him to come out.