Right now, I’m on a mission. Mr. Hottie disappeared in the general direction of the elevator. He must be heading back to his room. I take an altern...te route so it doesn’t look like I’m following him but head in the same general direction. I check my appearance in one of the mirrored pillars as I walk by. I straighten my little red dress, and tuck a stray hair behind my ear. I knew this dress would bring me luck. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it in the store. It wasn’t too revealing. I started thinking that Jennifer would be very surprised and excited to see me. I still had the invitation flyer with the directions and earlier had folded it up and put it in my hip pocket which was further proof to myself that I wanted to see Jennifer.I really did not want any of my other friends to know what I was up to, so I discreetly eased out of the party, got on my motorcycle and looked over the directions. It was a quite a distance from fraternity row, just over the county line into. Dave didn't have to primp much, to look good. I noticed Emily taking it all in, and looking Dave over real good, and I don't think Dave missed how good Emily looked in those short-shorts, neither. I admired that she would wear those kinds of outfits, in spite of her having that withered leg and all. I mean, don't get me wrong -- she looked good enough to eat! But, still, it took some courage, to dress like that and just tell the world, "See? I've got this fucked-up leg, here, but I'm still. She; unlike Sally still bore her stretch marks, from her two girls. Pam played with her long braid of hair, as she stared into her black coffee,"Sally, I just don't think it's something I could do. I have never even thought about it." Bullshit!" Sally exclaimed quit loudly, causing a few glances from the other customers, with a lower voice this time she said, "Pam, every women, at point or time has thought or fantasied about it." She paused to take another sip of her latte, "Oh do you remember.