I was almostpetrified sitting there in plain view waiting for some sort of alarm togo off when some Barney Fife deputy found my cell open and empty.I ...as there about five minutes when a van stopped at the curb in frontof me and a guy asked if I was waiting for the bus. I told him I was andhe told me that he just passed it down the street and it was broken downand it would be another fifteen to twenty minutes before another onewould be here."Shit" I said to myself, "That is all I need, another. What kind of psychopath would he have to be to drop her home safe the last time only to do this now? Then again, nothing about this had been sane since he started stalking her jogging run. One way or another though, her response was the same: she turned and ran for her car. She couldn't go very fast in her "fuck-me" high heels though, and they caught up to her easily. She screamed as one grabbed her in a bear hug, picked her up and carried her, then threw her down on the mattress.The other. I took her to an Indian restaurant near the campus. Wetalked about poetry, and the role of literature in an electronic-media society. Typical superficial dorm-room or undergraduate-seminar philosophizing, but slowly she unwound a bit and told meabout herself. She was a junior, and hoped to be a poet some day. No, she dared not show me anything that she had written. I could notconcentrate on her words. It was her presence which overwhelmed me. I felt, as I had never felt before or since,. Got it?”“Yes, Miss Laura.”“Good boy,” she granted again, and let go of my shaft.She kicked off her shoes, leaving them to clunk loudly on the floor, and stood on the bed. She stared down into my face over the great mounds of underboob and I could see everything. She had placed a g-string on under what there was of a skirt, and now tugged it to one side, revealing her shaved pussy.“Ready for me?”“Oh yes, Miss Laura,” I answered.She bent her knees and I was instantly smothered in pussy. It was.