Yeah, I picked Stanford,’ she smiled. I smiled back and turned back around in my seat. ‘Maybe I’ll transfer in next year,’ Abby said. ‘Th...t’d be awesome,’ I said, meaning it. It would be fantastic to have the three of us together. Almost like things would be normal. ‘So what are you majoring in then Annabeth, besides running really fast,’ Abby said. Anna shrugged, ‘Probably something easy that’s broad, like communications or something.’ Abby smirked. ‘What about you Abigayle?’ asked Anna. Not wanting to feel like a stalker or anything I stayed in the men’s clothing section kicking myself for not saying anything until I found a few shirts and some pants worth trying on. So about 10 minutes pass by dick semi-hard and I am in one of the fitting room stalls with just my shirt and boxer briefs on about to try on a second pair of jeans, when the door opens. It’s the same femboy I had been checking out earlier. He takes a long hard stare at my junk, smiles and then apologizes for. With my eyes never leaving her face, I stroke myself with hard, slow strokes. I am hurting and again can’t explain my actions. My emotions are very raw. She stares at me with an unreadable look on her face. Then, she soaps her hands, and moves them to her milky white breasts, never breaking eye contact with me. She massages her mounds, and pulls at both nipples, with quick, deliberate tugs.I rise from the bed, cock in hand, and move to the window. Placing one hand on the windowpane, I continue. And there's the little matter ofmy giving notice at Williams Wesley. They've been very good to me.What do you think about my giving them a month and I'll start with youright after the first of the year?"Beau made a small shrug as if to say that he supposed he could wait thatlong. "Well, all right, Amanda, if you insist. I guess I can wait thatlong. I've waited eight years, another month won't kill me." Amandapatted his hand affectionately. "And you have someone get in touch withTeddy.