" Go call him." OK."Sue Ellen left for the phone booth."Now, where were we, stud?" I don't mind you callin' me 'Stud, ' but my name's Jay." I'd rather...call you Stud." And I gather from the conversation you had with Sue Ellen that your name's Jen." Yes, so I guess all that part's settled." So, you mentioned a big catch and a little catch. What's the little catch?" The little catch is, I want you to accompany me all the way to Santa Monica to fulfill a fantasy of mine. If you're really good, I. Professor Renfroe, her English teacher, was the typical hard ass. He expected his students to get it on first try and not ask questions. He made it hard to ask questions and was very unapproachable. Sitting in the back of the class, Christy stayed quiet and fell further behind. Sitting in the Quad one afternoon, she was staring down at the results of her first exam. With tears in her eyes, all she could do was stare at the bright, red “F” on her paper. She felt the despair beginning to overtake. I'm turned on by you." Now she flashed me a look, a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. "Me! Why me, are you a... ?" she stammered." A lesbian?" I offered, "Not really, I like men and women both, and I really like you Brigid, I mean, I really like you." She turned away again and dried her hands on a paper towel. When she turned back again I was right in front of her. I brought my hand up and lightly brushed her florid cheeks, then ran my still damp fingers under nose. I let her get a good. The memory was still there, the feeling of his lips attached to me. It was crazy and every time I closed my eyes to think it through again, I found myself getting restless and itching with sexual desire, but it was over with. It was Saturday when the phone rang. I saw the unfamiliar number flash up on and I had an aching feeling that I’d be greeted by him. His voice seeped out the small speaker and into my wanton ears. ‘Arnie? Baby?’ he breathed out, his voice just a little raspy and sexy as.