Finals weekwas studying, eating, studying, sleeping, studying, and taking tests. Bythe time of my last final, I felt rested and confident. My grandm...therwould have credited that to "hard work and clean living" (although I'mnot sure that my relationship with Stanley would have fit her strictdefinition of clean living.)After my last final, I was officially a college senior. It was Friday,and I had two days before the dorms closed. I spent the day packing upand sleeping. Stanley and I had. I didn’t want to ever think we would hide anything from him. He could log on as he would choose. The girls became pretty good friends. You could say they were like si***rs. On particular Monday, Tom had to stay in all day to catch up on work. Jen stopped at the office and wanted Tammy to go shopping for new nightwear. The girls were gone about 3 hours and came back with 6 sacks each. I am thinking about what this trip just cost me. They went to an adult clothing store. They both came bouncing. I knew he had a small collection of my underwear but I never said anything to him about it. I didn’t mind at all, in fact I loved it. The thought excited me. To think that my eighteen-year-old brother wanted his little sister’s underwear was kind of nice. Even though my tits were tiny he never teased me about them; he even stared at them whenever I had hard nipples. Little did he know that I would twist and pinch them before entering a room with him just so that they would be perky enough to. As I spoke a new official approached and stood watching. He was tall and quite heavily built, I reckoned 6' 2", about 4" taller than me. Apart from his height, the striking thing about him was that he was so immaculate, as if he had just put on his uniform freshly starched. His skin was not just 'black', it was the deep Black of Ebony stone. All the other staff tended to scruffy with hats pushed to the back of heads and ties at half mast so he was in complete contrast. His hair was cut short.