' Well, she thought as she glanced at the clock on the bathroom counter, she better get out and figure out what she was going to make for dinner, it w...s 4:30 so she did not have much time, especially if she was going to make enough for her brother, his wife, and their 3 kids.She got out of the tub and hit the plug as she grabbed a towel; once she dried herself off she grabbed her rose lotion and carefully applied it to her whole body. She could not wear perfume since she was blessed with. I followed her out of the door, down the walk to the car. I opened her door as well, she slid into the back seat. I walked back around, the ladies were still saying their hello’s. I slid in the driver’s seat, buckled up and we drove off. Fifteen minutes later, we were in the restaurant parking lot. We went inside, waiting at the small podium to be seated, it was fairly crowded. It took several minutes before the hostess made her way to us, a pleasant smile on her face.“How many will dining with. Problem was it was a Sunday and most probably locked. I knew I could get into the building but it was likely that the professors room was locked. I dried myself off, grabbed a short skirt, some undies and a halter neck top and grabbing the car keys headed out the door. I grabbed some breakfast at Macca's as I drove past and with my Barina making strange noises I pulled into the campus car park. The building was open and with absolutely no one about I entered the foyer. I waved at the. You get on your computer maybe to check the news or the ESPN website but later you find yourself almost unconsciously straying over to FM, StorySite, the Outside, or wherever. I wasn't even aware of what I was doing as I brought up "The Facsimile Machine" by Jennifer Miller. I love the combination of her writing in conjunction with some really arousing, strategically placed photos. I guess I forgot about my pledge because I read this story so often it felt like I wasn't doing anything wrong.I.