We hadn't really role played or anything but I definitely felt much more sensitive and more submissive. (She had commented on the last bit when I had ...one down on her without being asked.) I was thinking of the TV show from yesterday and how beautiful some of the supposed girls had been - I never would've known for most of them unless I had been told by them. I was still feeling kind of cut down from my encounter at the last office when I found myself wishing that I was wearing a skirt and. Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Charles, two brothers and two sisters. I hadn't seen them in over a year since going off to college.The flight was uneventful except for a brat, two rows ahead and across on the left of the aisle, that kept trying to look up my short dress. My dress was super shear and light, but I had a slip, panties, and bra on, so there wasn't much to see. Finally, in frustration, I lifted the hem of my dress and said, "There, are you satisfied, now?"The woman sitting beside. She flirted or practiced flirting is probably more accurate. Most teens don’t have meaningful conversations with the opposite sex, especially in public. They only shared small talk, nothing big or personal. But it was practice for something in the future. Dances at school were unfruitful in the pursuit of learning to communicate in a meaningful way with boys. Dancing and trying to think of something cool to say, no wonder teens are anxious and frustrated. The girls, at least, got to show off. At least 10 minutes passed before either of us did anything but sob. I knew I had to say something.“I missed it, didn’t I? You were in love with me pretty much since we first met in chess club, weren’t you.”“Yes.”“I am such an idiot. I missed it. Completely. How stupid could I be? And I had sex with you without realizing that! You were a virgin. And then the connection we had was out of this world. I should have known. Oh God, Jennifer, I’m so sorry. I’ve hurt you badly. If you want me to leave.