" Engagement rings? Dude, you're only seventeen. You won't even beeighteen until next month. You're going on to college," I pointed out.Of course I di...n't bother to mention to him that I was seriouslyconsidering marrying his sister before we went off to college. I'd savethat little tidbit for another time.He stared at me in mock disgust. "You think I don't know that? For thatmatter, you think she doesn't know that? Linda's not too good in theintelligence department, you know. She's looking for. “What’s up with Tony?” Lynette asked, playing along with our scripted cover story.“I was down the hall a ways and just saw him double over into Mike’s legs,” Sammy replied as she knelt down beside Tempe and hugged our naked friend into her chest.“That’s just weird,” Mrs. Bumstead said as we watched Mr. Chidly and Nurse Randle tend to the balled up and sickly groaning guy.“Can I ... can I go sit in the classroom, please,” Tempe asked Mrs. Bumstead.“You sure can, Tempe. All of you kids move into. I could see the old man, and that he had noticed me and was making his way along the edge of a field towards me. I quite like the idea of people eyeing me from a distance. This was a first for me, I would have normally bolted by this point, but it felt so good, I stuck around, posing for the camera and smoking when it came to me that I should drive past him and give him a proper eyeful.I was wearing knee high 6" heeled boots, black fishnet stockings, white see thru lacey panties, a light blue. I figured I'd probably never see the ballpark at Bowie, Maryland again.I spent the rest of the late afternoon arranging for my departure from my apartment. About the time that night's Baysox' game was getting underway, I was driving my little car -- loaded to the gills with all my earthly possessions -- north to Baltimore. I could have called Josie Fitzgerald to let her know of my misfortune, but I didn't want to.I wanted to tell her in person.I'd tell her after the game -- the Orioles' game. I.