It slips down over my arms, revealing my see-through panties.I work my way through another Sun Salutation before finally yanking off the shifting garm...nt in frustration. Now, unhindered, I progress through the movements more smoothly, my lithe body easing from pose to pose.After one transition from Cobra to Downward Dog, when I push up from Plank and end with my ass way up in the air, I am surprised by a hand on my bare thigh. I startle and he chuckles.“Shhh…” he whispers, “it’s just me. Keep. Doch sie grinste plötzlich, hielt mich zurück und meinte: „Ich glaube, deine Spezialsoße fände ich noch leckerer auf meinen Pommes, mein kleiner Spritzer." Ungläubig sah ich sie an. „Ich soll dir auf die Pommes spritzen?" Maren nickte und forderte mich auf, eine Einkaufstüte neben mich zu stellen, damit mein Schritt vor neugierigen Blicken geschützt war. „Iss weiter und tu so, als wäre nichts", trug sie mir auf. Also biss ich wieder in meinen Burger, spürte aber Marens Hand auf meinem noch. But I did enjoy my Speech Communications class. The prof was funny and sometimes randomly called on students to do a three-minute impromptu speech on a subject he tossed to them. We had some serious speeches to write and present as well, but the impromptu ones were the best.Then there was the one class in my major: The Theatrical Experience. It was a kind of theater history course but also included discussion of live performances we were to attend. Of course, the real experience didn’t come in. Memories of the last time flooded my mind. I was petrified, desperate."Stop! I'll do it!" I screamed.Leia waited for me to stop crying and then said, "And I wanna watch."My mouth opened but snapped shut when she turned and walked to the front door. I wanted to run and slam it shut behind her and lock it -- to move heavy furniture in front of it -- to pile books on top of the furniture. Anything to keep the monster from returning. But I, a 28-year-old professional, a college teacher, huddled on.