Me: what are you doing?She: trying to sleep.Me: then I am disturbing you.She: yes you are.Me: but you have not asked me to stop.She: you are a lawyer....You know to figure things out.Me: And that is exactly what I am doing.She: what does that mean?Me: means may be I like disturbing you.She: good night. Meet you tomorrow morning.(I did not send massage on purpose).She: at least you should have the courtesy to wish good night.Me: I should if I want to end the conversation.She: so what do u want to. I didn’t notice it till I walked a little away from the bus. When I realized it, my face turned red with shame and embarrassment.Then I turned around to see if anyone noticed it. But I was relieved that no one acknowledged it and went on with my business.Then I met my boyfriend at the entrance, greeted him, and we spoke for 5 minutes. He then left to be with his friends and I decided to go to my class. My class was on the 4th floor and there was no lift. So, we had to use the stairs.When I was. I brought my knees up some and let them fall slightly to the side, knowing my whole pussy was showing, except for my clit, which was so swollen even the fisherman out on the lake had to have seen it. I knew I was getting noticably wet since the wind blowing by seemed to feel colder between my legs with each gust. I had to do something. So I roll over to my hands and knees, ass pushed out and up just a bit as I take my time packing my things up. I go over to the showers and just stand under it. After breakfast my mother, who usually helped to make my bed and her own as well, called out to me; up I went with my heart in my mouth, to hear her say she hoped I would be a little more careful and remember that we had no longer my poor father’s purse. ‘Look” said she, “a disgraceful state you left your shirt in, I am ashamed to have it sent to the laundress, have been obliged to tell the housemaid to partly wash it first, you are getting very careless.” Charlotte afterwards told me that,.