From the back she looked naked. From the front she nearly did. But when she gets those little scraps of cloth wet she might just as well be stark nake... and we both know it.We couldn't help but notice that the conversations around us came to a sudden stop when she peeled my shirt off and pretty much stood there naked. She deliberately took her time hanging the shirt over the back of her chair and then everyone around us watched her bend over and push her chair closer to mine.We relaxed and held. I tried to move but found it impossible. The seatbelts had ratcheted so tight that I was having difficulty breathing. I struggled to get it unlatched and it finally gave way.A voice asked, "Are you ok? The ambulance is on the way." I turned to the voice and was looking at a State Police officer."Help me get the door open; I want to get out of this thing," I said. We tried everything to get the door open but it would not budge. Finally I took a glove and brushed the remaining glass from the. He grinned, then said bluntly, "It's rude to stare, youknow..." Er, s, sorry!" the hostess stuttered, blushing as she walked out frombehind the podium with two menus. "Th, this way please..."Cal walked behind her, followed closely by Althea. "So, you want to beenlisted in the school, do you?" he asked her as he took a seat on thefar side of the booth. The hostess handed him a menu.Sliding in next to him, Althea shrugged as she took the other menu."Yes. Seven hours separated from you is too. I'm a 6-1, 220 pound muscular football player. Green eyes, blonde hair, great tan. Now I know that sounds good on paper, but I have never had much luck with girls. I can never seem to get the classy girls and always end up with the trash that walk all over me.Well, then I met Vanessa. She was much hotter then any girl I had ever dated, but had a reputation for being a slut at our school. All the guys would sweat her. She was about 5-7, skinny but nice thick sweet looking thighs, an incredible.