.."Trace pushed her lavender hair back and sighed. "I am busy."The guy took a step back and she could hear his buddies at his tablestifle giggles. The...guy, now hesitant, didn't give up just yet. "I wasjust wondering if I could get you a drink and..."She didn't get guys like this. She obviously had no interest but he kepttrying. Why? How blunt did she need to get? "No. Leave myself alone. Buydumb sorority girl a drink. I am not of interest." Trace made a beelinefor the door.As she walked, she. What a difference from his shouting at us, his hard glance and cruel voice and this man in front of me, naked to the waist. I was trying to take off his pants but it wasn’t easy, for they were tight. He came around a bit and made an attempt to help me, but I gently pushed him back for his movements were in the way. When I eventually managed to remove his pants, shoes and socks, he was left only in his underwear. To my astonishment, his masculinity was so clearly outlined, huge, like a horse’s. She seemed to command the hall when she walked in a cheerleading uniform. I felt like a little puppy tagging along behind her and maybe that is what I was. Who would I really be if it weren’t for Scott at first and Elizabeth later. I would be a nobody unknown freshman. We walked towards my first class and said, “See you later,” and she headed off to her own class. When my first class finished Scott met me outside my class. He didn’t say anything and just took my hand and walked me down. He looks in his early sixties but dresses very smartly. He seems to be watching her and she is flattered by his attention. One evening quite late Sylvia sees the guy waiting outside. She feels very sexy just now. The company has just brought out a new line in sheer seamed holdup stockings, crotchless silk panties and quarter bra that exposes the nipples. She is wearing these under her very expensive business suit and has chosen the short skirt this day. Sylvia approaches the guy and says to.