Everybody thinks you were shot down,” Beca giggled. “Better go renew your claim.” I was a little more confident this time but it had been imposs...ble not to notice the flash of bright red panties that matched her red sailor skirt this time. She wore strappy black sandals with this outfit.“Hey sparkly-eyes,” I said as I sat next to her. “I hope you’re looking forward to our date Friday night.”“What are we going to do?” she asked, breathing in my ear.“Oh ... uh ... It’s a surprise.” It sure would. Well at least the celebration of it the weekend following my 18th birthday. As I was still in High School had to wait until the following weekend to whoop it up and that is just what Bobby and I had planned.So early Friday evening I drove over to Bobby’s house to pick him up with plans for both of us to head up to my parents cabin for the weekend that was close to a small country bumpkin college town inundated with plenty of hot co-eds. Granted Bobby and I were still in High School, but both of. No wonder they had to keep dusting the furniture. That type of thinking is what I inherited. I had oriental food the other day and my fortune cookie said it was up to me to create my own adventures. Define an adventure. To some, just eating out is an adventure, to others, entering a cage of lions is an adventure. Now I just have to find something in between. The road less traveled? But if I go on it, won’t it be more traveled? So much pondering, so much to think about. I bought two things from. I am wearing panties and a man's shirt, having a last look at the Chat before I go to bed. I sit at my keyboard, watching the Who's Here, when a talk window opens with the handle "Long Distance", and the message: "I can touch you."I type back: "Yeah, sure you can! Go ahead." And I do a quick find and profile on this guy, and it comes up blank! "Now how did he do that? What's this fellow up to?" I wonder, and as I lean back in my chair I see his return message: "Don't turn around."Just then I.