. all right Cathy. But be careful... I mean... you're going to be all alone with him." Hee hee. You're funny, Miro. He's old... too old for me. He mus... be way over forty... he's getting grey hair." You can't trust him Cathy... older guys like him prey on pretty girls. Please don't go." I have to, silly man. And you don't know Professor Kaspar. He's not like you say at all." But Cathy had butterflies in her belly. She had to pass this course but there was something about the handsome, older. There was something symbolic about losing my fighting edge, and losing her too. Like most of the other fellows, I could do with a slash, so I filed into the crowded little marquee with the 'Gents' sign outside, for a burst of highly welcome relief. Emerging into the park, I noticed three long queues of women-runners, waiting their turn at the portakabins they had to use - one of those times I thanked God I wasn't a woman.And suddenly there she was, quite near the back of her queue, looking. Janet took stock of her situation. Hair - wrecked. Dress - dirty. Panties - beginning to chafe rather badly. Bra - lost! Skin - sticky. And thirsty - very thirsty. Finally Janet was beginning to get herself back under control. She ran her fingers through her hair, putting it somewhat back in place. Then she strode to the laundry room, stripped off the dress and thong and threw them in the washing machine. "Better," she thought. She kicked off her sandals, and made for the kitchen, her pussy. ." I'm not taking my eyes off you. I'm not getting shot again," he saidangrily."Kal, I promise you, I will not attempt to harm you in any manner,please," Jessie said calmly."UGH!" Kalvin stomped his foot in a girlish display of frustration."Fine," he said as he closed his stunning blue eyes."Okay, great," Jessie said in a calm and measured tone. "Now I need youto concentrate, and clear your mind." Ugh..." Kalvin said as he tried to follow his friends instructions."Clear your mind, and.