Oink...oink."I was shocked to see my reflection in the oven door. She had turned meinto a pink pig, still clad in PVC knickers and bustier! Snickering...shethrew the scraps from her plate onto the floor and I snuffled them down."Time to check out the rest of this hovel.......come." She rose andheaded for the door.It was strange following her as I was. From my perspective she was huge!Her legs went up and up and up. Shapely calves covered in shiny leather,athletic thighs leading the glorious orbs. ” Was how she finished the sentence and quickly turned away. I immediately started to apologize, when she turned to face me and asked why I had a hard on. “I don’t know.” was all I was embarrassingly able to answer. “You have to have it for some reason.” “I was just checking out your body while you were putting on the lotion” “What is so arousing to watch?” she said “Honestly, I was looking at your breasts. There. Her hair was dark red and always pulled up, twisted in either a bun, held by a clip or in a French twist. Her eyes were pale blue green and could stare into your soul; glasses frequently framed these dangerous pools, though recently she’d been wearing contacts. I needed to discuss my recent paper with her. We’d finished a book that was on our syllabus and had done a report on it. I was surprised that when I got the paper back there was a fat D on the top. Her notes in the margin left me. " Shit! Missy must be pissed that I didn't fool around with her, so she's acting like I did just to save face." Jeffrey, that is a terrible thing to say. How do you know she did that?" I don't. I know that I didn't spread any rumors about being with her and I certainly wouldn't want Leslie to think I had." You should try to figure out what is going on then, Jeffrey, because people are definitely talking about you. Like I said, I normally don't pay any attention to these things, but they were.