Lindsey, through a scholarship and a Foundation Study, got a degree in Irish Studies. There were actually one or two people at her college who had wen... to high school with her who didn't realize that the two women with the same name were one of the same. How could they be? The Lindsey Dunham they knew in high school was non-descript, forgotten as soon as she left the room. This one ... she had dark eyes that always sparkled, a laugh that could be heard across campus, and when not in class,. “Is this what you had in mind, Mister Smith?”He smiled and shifted uncomfortably. Use of such a formal address was a trigger for Carl and she knew it. “Yes. Perfect.”“And now, what would you like, Mr. Smith?”“I would like for you to come here and undress me.”“Yes, sir.”Monica crossed the floor and stood before her husband. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as she went, savoring the taste of his skin on her lips. As she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, she kissed his lips. Many a young fellow had learned a lot more about human anatomy, behind the bike shed, from Big Janice than they had ever learned in biology class. Provided of course that they were willing to shell out for the obligatory large size bar of fruit and nut or the current Issue of the BUNTY.The interesting fact was that since her name was now Fredricks, it was likely that Big Janice had married Tarquin Fredricks, the lugubrious son of the universally detested Mr. Alfred Fredricks, AKA. Fred the Ted. I waited until he finished talking to the professor. Gus was easily the oldest student in the class at the age of sixty. Still, he was filled with boundless energy, and was working for his Wizard rank, just as were the rest of us. Hell, he should have made Wizard years ago, he was just to busy, according to him.I was curious as to what he wanted with me. We had a nodding acquaintance, basically. He finally approached me, and I looked at him curiously."I was talking about you with my partners at.