How about you: are there any more engineers in your block; do you think they try to keep the same groups together?" Maybe! It makes sense ... you and ... wouldn't necessarily have much in common, would we, so we'd only meet in social situations ... but I'll see the people on my course every day."Stella handed Alan his coffee, then sat cross-legged on her bed."I don't smoke, Alan, but if you want to, just open the window!" No, thanks ... I'm okay!" Alan, I know we've only just met, but there's. " My voice is thickened with a momentary French accent and she feels the chill run down her spine. When my minted breath skimmed across her lips she found herself lured and captured in the trap I had set. My hands cupped her neck, and before she can think to say thank you to the compliment I had provided her, my mouth had taken her, hostage. My tongue came forward, licking over the protrusion of her bottom lip, relenting only to lower my mouth and kiss at her collarbone. Her bare shoulder. "There," she said."What about a wig?" I don't have one. You'll just have to be one of those women with shorthair." She ran her fingers through his hair and made it spiky. Itwasn't much, but it was an approximation of a Pixie cut at least.Fortunately, the rest of him was feminine enough that few would doubt hereally was a woman. She added some hairspray to hold it in place. Thenshe saw a pretty broach in the suitcase. She took it and pinned it tothe suit coat. "There. Perfect."William. As I pulled my shirt off, I noticed black lace peeking out from the waist line of my pants. Could it be? I thought. In my mad dash to work, I must have forgotten that I was still wearing my panties from the night before! I could hear the zipper of a gym bag behind me. Nervously I wrapped my towel around my body and pulled my pants down, unknowingly pulling my panties with them. Before I had time to react the mystery man behind me said, "Ma'am, you're in the wrong locker room". As I turned, I.