I had always found her small body and oriental appearance attractive which had led to her role as number two, behind Sandra, on my “wistful longing�...� list. Having my top two candidates-- and my wife as number three-- suddenly out of reach, made the need to change my plans a shock.The other two selectees were people I had not met before-- some gal named Josephine with a 7.3 and a guy with a 7.4 named Harry. The pick-up team, once we’d been in lock-down, spoke up and called us all out by name to. He said that he was going to get something from the other room and left. A few minutes later he called out to me saying he wanted to show me something so I got up and walked down the hallway, looking in each room to see where he was. When I got to the room he was in, I found him laying naked on the bed, I walked up to him and he started running his hands up and down my legs. His hands started to drift high and higher each time then he reached up for my panties moving them a side, he started. A reputation for stirring up unnecessary trouble would not serve me well. I continued to frequent The Shillelagh. Usually, when I saw Frank, I would wander over at some point to greet him and spend a few minutes of small talk. Then I would retreat to my isolated table. Often a woman out for adventure would come to my table with her wing woman. There were times I left with one of them, though never both unless it was clear I was just seeing them home. A few weeks after the incident, Frank came. I couldn’t keep myself from smiling and blushing as I walked downstairs to the dining room to eat.November 7, 2008“This week has been too fucking long” I proclaimed, sitting down at my normal lunch table with my friends. I was met with a chorus of “I feel that,” “tell me about it,” and “for real.” Mary-Lou didn’t say anything though, just a soft chuckle. She was the only one I confided my plans with Sean to so she was the only other one at school who knew, at least I hoped. I had been talking.