I could hardly see the Mediterranean blue of her irises. Her pupils were as large as dinner plates. I could feel the effect as well, the tingling of ...y body and the urge of clinging to her, eating and licking every inch and orifice of her body. But I had a different plan... With the sunglasses on, looking rather strange, we stepped out of the hotel. By then I could not care less about my appearance. I just guided her, holding her naked arse under her short skirt, towards the nearest night. Every day, Amy and I worked together, talking aboutpantyhose and lingeree and hair, about makeup and attitude and social graces.It really wasn't that hard an adjustment. Every day, I felt more comfortable.That was before I walked out of Amy's house one night and started home. Shehad offered to give me a ride -- she had her license, being a 200-year-oldguide -- but it was only four blocks.Darryl Parker was there. And Larry Johnson. And Chuck O'Malley and Tommy Knoxand Brian Roberts. And I knew I. We worked with a partner in the darkroom. I got paired with this really cute as hell sophomore boy. He was shy because I intimidated him. I asked him the first time we were together in the darkroom if he would roll all my film.He was super skilled. He said ‘It’s easy. I can teach you. I know the dick teacher just kind of yells at you.’ I told him about my hand. I never told my dick teacher because I preferred to cheat and win awards for pictures I took. I just couldn’t roll film. The sophomore. I've always had a thing for BMWs. Are they really as good as they say they are?"She got a big grin on her face. "I love it. I'll never own any car other than a BMW. Once you own one it spoils you."Don flashed her a big grin, "Well once I get a job like yours I'll get one. I don't make anywhere near the money you do."She grunted like she knew a secret that she wasn't going to share with him."Do you work around here?" she asked.Don pulled back his coat and showed his gun that he was now licensed.