The first week was orientation. Boring, for the most part, as I had suspected. All kinds of blathering about 'diversity' and all that stuff. My high s...hool talked about 'diversity' too. It meant, "All colors and races are treated with respect-but we all kick the shit out of the geek." Then there was the 'sexual harassment' seminar. Back in high school, the girls considered it 'sexual harassment' if I said hello.Classes, however, had started well, surprisingly enough. I was taking a variety.. She'd taught him that in so many ways. Gabriela gave but didn't demand anything in return. Seth felt a tear in his eye at the thought of never seeing her.He looked down at his injured body and tried to forget that awful day of the ambush. The team he worked with knew their jobs well. Shit happened, as he said before to one of the nurses.The doctors only told him that his shoulder took a bullet. They'd removed what they could during the operation and hoped for the best. Seth remained optimistic. I saw her oh boy, I saw her. She was in black heels and dressed in tight torn dark jeans that hugged her ass showing a corner of her panties. A studded belt hung loosely on her, my jaw had already hit the floor. Lifting my gaze higher I could see she was only wear a sports bra and a similar jacket to mine, the one I had bought her. Her crimson hair hanging past her shoulders, I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was not dreaming. Sure enough I wasn’t and it was actually possible for someone to be. "Well, that was half an hour well spent." Linda said as she nuzzled myneck. "Let's see how these undies look on that delicious body of yours."We started with a black silk and lace garter belt, bikini panties andstrapless longline brassiere. Linda had selected the correct sizes andthey fit very well. The bra held my DD cup breasts in such a way so thatthe upper halves were exposed to almost the nipples. Linda had me turn sothat I could see how my profile looked in the mirror. "Your breasts areso.