So I did the only logical thing one can do in such a situation and penned: "Sure, when?". And passed the note back on her desk.I tried fixing my eyes ...ack to the front of the classroom again, but couldn't help watching her from the corner of my eyes as she unfolded the note. She smiled at the words on the piece of paper, took out her pencil and wrote some words back on it. And passed the note again."Tomorrow, after class, my place" it read.Now this had me confused. We were both seeing somebody. Blue was just so creepy!" Blue eyes were creepy?" Sure: it felt as if you look right inside people with blue eyes." (4)Hans-Peter gave a little shudder at this ethnographic memory and Tracy laughed out loud."So I have blue eyes. What do you see in me?" I see someone who needs another coffee. Black? I mean you obviously look after yourself properly. Hans-Peter was standing now, looking down at her scanning her frame with his gentle laughing handsome eyes."Yes I'd like that and yes I do."Tracy. ”Janie then says, “oh Mike, can you also make me feel the pleasures that I know you have encouraged Amber to experience?”I return to my seat between the two of you and turn to Janie and ask, “Do you have a son?”"Yes, he's just turned 16 and is such a horny little shit," she says. "I have found my pantyhose in the hamper with his crusted cum on them. He is always trying to peek at me. He's always tenting his jeans!"Amber …You put your hand up between her legs and rub her crotch as you begin to. God, I’m a stalker, he thought. If only he could get up off his arse and introduce himself, then he wouldn’t have to…. stalk her. That was silly. He wasn’t stalking, he just wanted to find out where she worked. Only because he was too shy to get off his arse and ask her. He sat there, across from her, willing himself to say hello. Of course, he didn’t. He sat there for the whole thirty minute journey imagining how it would be if they could go out for a drink or dinner or….. Or what? It was all.