There was nothing to do but get it over with and the hell out of there. Brownie was all consideration now, his satiation shown by his trembling. They ...oth got back into the front, Brownie over the top and Nuit by doors. Brownie this time reached over and opened the door before Nuit could get there, as if the help helped. Nuit started the car but was forced to wait until his sex partner finished dressing. When Brownie's pants were on, Nuit put it in gear and hurried away from their parking. All the way there, visions of Mrs Peters had been going round his head, which caused him to wobble and almost come off his bike on a couple of occasions, as he was sometimes so preoccupied he forgot to pedal.Mrs Peters opened the door and greeted Jordan with a smile, looking just as delicious as she had done in the shop. But she had changed from her red dress to a cool looking, loose, white shift with little blue flowers. It accentuated her form perfectly with the curves in all the right. Smoke the stupid thingand let's get inside. It looks like it's going to tip it down."I looked again at the cigarette and tossed it away as though it mightburn me.The woman took my arm again but I resisted this time. "No," I said. "Ihaveta go. I haveta get back 'ome."Oh God, what was happening to me? This was appalling!"Really? Well make up yer mind. I'm not gonna have enough time now." Sorry Debs," I said. "I really can't fit it in."She scowled semi-good-naturedly. "Well I'll see you at work. Shannon applied to the U of I as well as to Albion. Neither really applied to a "parachute" school, although Shannon thought of the U of I that way.They continued to go on dates. For most of these they wore blue jeans. For the Thanksgiving Ball, however, Steve wore a coat and tie and Shannon a fancy zip-up-the-back dress. The heater hadn't been able to overcome the hours-old chill in the parked car, and Shannon couldn't bring herself to permit the near-nakedness that was the only way to give.