Something about her body language and the way she spoke to me made me feel like she was coming onto me. I was in my experimental years you could say, ...ut I always considered myself straight. I certainly never slept with any of my professors either, although I had been tempted at times. I had a crush on Emma Morgan. She was a sharp dresser. Her style would change with every class. One class she would wear a pantsuit, and the next she would wear a low cut dress. Sometimes she would dress punky. He took a big hit and then he passed it over to me. I had never gotten high before but for some reason I took a bigger hit then him. I released the smoke from my mouth after a couple of minutes, Billy had gone to the kitchen and gotten us a couple of beers, when he came back he took another hit oddly enough he blow the smoke down to his crouch. I watched with admire as he did it again.He passed the bong back to me and I took another big hit, but I blow the smoke up in the air. Time had passed. I expected Linda to reject her offer out of hand, but I was surprised to hear my wife giggle and say, "Maybe I should find out if it's true for myself, huh?" Her curiosity and the wine had obviously gotten the best of her. Jane quickly made a phone call and then told Linda that he would be over in about ten minutes. True to her word almost ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. I had walked upstairs and was listening and observing from a vantage point that I couldn't easily be seen. I. ”Angie looked out at her car, a brand new Audi TT cabriolet, red. As she looked out of the window, another one pulled up beside it, and her sister Naomi got out. She wore a tight blue dress, very short, and was pulling on her right stiletto, whilst balancing on her heeled left foot. Driving in monster heels was bloody impossible. “Wow, you both have the same car, and your hair is the same, and you’re both dressed exactly the same!” Enthused Tracey.“Exactly the same,” thought Angie, “Right down.