“Sorry,” he muttered. “I get a little…anxious…in class.” He attempted to smooth out the wrinkle over his crotch.I smiled and leaned closer... so that my voice would wind directly into his ear. “I noticed…but you never have to apologize for having a healthy sex drive.” “That’s not--,” he began in protest. I brushed the top of his thigh with my wrist, and he froze. His face turned from a look of bewilderment to anguished lust.“Oh…now it’s my turn. I’m sorry I bumped into your…leg.” I smiled sweetly. Chandra Brown was born as Chandra Joseph on the island of Haiti in 1961. Her father was Haitian and her mother, Vina Patil Singh, was of Indian descent. They met at the University of Notre Dame in Haiti, one of the foremost Catholic schools on the island. They moved to America, where her exotic looks attracted the attention of fashionistas. She became a supermodel/actress and did a dozen movies in the 1980s and early 1990s before retiring from the public eye in 1999. She married a promising. "My husband kept this garaged for most of the year, taking it out only for special occasions." she said as she walked around to the passenger side. "Me, I think a car is meant to be used. What use is a thing of beauty if no one ever gets to see it."Scott quickly snapped out of his disbelief and sprinted to the passenger door and opened it for her."Why thank you. It's nice to see a young man with manners." Christine remarked as she slid into the leather covered seat, giving Scott a good view of. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said abruptly. “I need to get ready for practice.Maris excused himself and went back to lugging his massive amount of gear off to where most of the members camped. I scampered back to my friends.“So,” Kiera said when I got back. “Did you give needle-dick ‘what for?”“Come on,” I shot back. “He’s actually quite sweet.”“Eeew!” Sylva spat out. “He’s a creepy lech. He hits on all the girls, and not in a good way, either.”Kiera started singing. “Maris and Krystal sitting in.