I followed in and sat down to take my boots off. Anne pulled out a long, blue, cotton dress with a gazillion tiny white flowers, half a million little...buttons down the front and a deep scoop neck. She left the skirt buttons open up to mid-thigh."That's pretty, all right. Guess I'll be the homely one."I dug out a silk print blouse that has this design of red and blue lines and blocks on a white background. I put on a blue worsted kilt that's mid-thigh with a funny-looking bronze clasp pin Aunt. I stand there in my stupor and realize I never told him my name. I read the card and it says The right man for you. Call me. I definitely will. I pace back and forth in my apartment holding that card wondering if its too soon to call, if this is for real, or am I falling into someone's idea of a hilarious joke. I think about the sex and decide that it was good enough to be a fool this once and dial the number. "Hello," a smooth deep voice comes through the phone and sends chills straight to my. Picking her up from school, going out to the mall, or when she brought friends over the house, my mind would get lost in fantasy. Maybe it was just that after years of pent up sexual energy I had a very brief – but amazing- career, only to get benched again. I had fucked this wild redhead, Shannon, but she lived quite a few hours away, and she was a busy executive. The worst part of all was that it was late spring/early summer now, only about a month of school left. The young girls were. I stared at the mirror in vain, trying to make sense out of what happened the previous night. The last thing I could remember was Ian, super drunk, getting into a fist-fight with the keg and losing. I jumped into the shower for a quick minute and snuck back into my room to grab some clothes. I closed the door behind me, all of the girls still asleep. I was confused and lost, not knowing what to do. So I did the only thing I could think of. I quickly ran downstairs and made a pot of coffee. I.