Inside was a pair of well-worn black G-string panties, the crotch damp with wetness. My cock strained against my pants as I grabbed them, bringing the... up to my nose and inhaling Anna’s sweet scent emanating from the wet spot. I rubbed them against my face, taking in the exhilarating scent. In my own selfishness, I’d totally forgotten that the one wearing the panties was still in the building. I regained my senses and peeked into the lunch box and found another note…’I’ll be waiting for you,. It could be there's a little family resemblance.”“OK, that must be it. So, where's John?”“He had to go away,” she replied. “I'm not sure what's that's all about, but I expect I'll be here for a while. I'm staying with his family, so I wanted to get out and meet people.”“Wow! She's friendly,” he thought. He asked her, “Would you like to have lunch someplace later?”“Sure, I'd be happy to join you,” Jennifer said. “It's a date.”“I wonder if I can get some dessert?” she asked herself, not thinking. ”“Will you say anything to Clark?”“Not now. I made my point when I asked him about the ‘death wish’. Now it’s up to him to decide what to do.”November 3, 1982, McKinley, OhioOn Wednesday, Clarissa, Sophia, Lee, and I walked together to the Biology Department lunch with a bit of trepidation. Dean Parker had launched a campaign to defund all campus clubs, activities, and programs which didn’t have equal numbers of men and women. According to Melody, she was basing it on Title IX, and had a good. My substitute can deal with any that come along."Done with my nature girl routine, I dressed. We found the refreshment stand and sat at an open air table watching ducks on the small pond, a rainbow arcing in the spray of the fountain. We drank sweet/tangy/icy lemonade and ate hamburgers and French fries drenched with ketchup, me left-handed, my shooting fingers soaking in a cup of ice water.She observed the water turning pink. "That must hurt." No more than I deserve." Don't be silly!" I should.