It was almost like a chair, except there were two leg holders formed from tubular steel running lengthwise down the legs, sticking out from what shou...d have been a chair seat, if there had been a seat! Instead of a seat, there were two pads, one for each upper leg running horizontally in parallel from front to back, which slid back and forth on long tubular rods. The pads could be positioned well back, allowing the subject to sit on them, and, as the pads were advanced forward, legs could be. She made no allusion to her behaviour, but nonchalantly picked up her mug and took a sip, eyeing me suspiciously as I fought against another furtive glance. For the first time there was movement in my pants. I had so far managed to block out any inappropriate thoughts, but the combination of Emily’s provocation and the wonderful view of her nether regions had finally been too much to bear. To my alarm, I knew that once the wolf had sprung from his trap there was no going back. The sensation of. " I hear the familiar voice say, I know instantly who this is. It was Derek, my best friend slash drug dealer. He was a good guy, he just ran his mouth too much. "Bitch," I say, "What are you doing here?" "I can ask you the same! Eric, we are like five miles from campus and you don't have a car!" he laughs out like it was the funniest thing ever. Once he calms down a bit he continues his tirade. "Dude, I didn't expect you to be here, I was just running my rounds, but I'm glad I saw you!.". His appearance didn’t help. Later in life he would be mistaken for a turtle, sort of, but even as a younger man he didn’t make any girl’s heart go pitter-patter.Raptor wasn’t one to be swayed by looks alone. Her contacts with the future minority leader, which admittedly were not very many or very close as the most junior and, in the beginning, unpaid member of his staff, convinced her he had brains behind the aw-shucks down-home manner he greeted the world with. To her dismay, Tina the bitch.