We started talking about whereabouts of some college friends. We chatted into the night and the wine was getting a grip on both of us.“Christine, do...you remember that day when we were making out and Joey banged the door?” Robert said.“How can I forget that day?” I thought to myself and replied, “Yes, I do. What about that?”He looked at me, his eyes were shining with pure passion. “I have always regretted not making love to you that day, have you ever given a thought about in all these years”,. "My mother shook her head sadly, on the brink of tears. My father saidfirmly, "No. If you recall, we were very upset when your last nameturned out to be Grenier. We felt like you had been stolen from us, butwe've accepted that this is the way it needs to be. The world knows youthis way now. You would just make it difficult for yourself. And as foryour questions, the Greniers could have easily adopted you. Yes, thereare holes, like your schooling, but you could have been homeschooled.And the. He took a chunk out of my skinny ass for having no idea where you were,” she told me quickly. “You must have some god-level clearance or something. He was freaking out about not knowing where you were. Oh, I forgot, call me Sarah. I hope you aren’t shy. The first shirt ordered me to stick to you like glue until you in process on Monday. First, we get you to your dorm room, and then I’ll call the first shirt to let him know you’re here, and I’m not leaving your side until I hand you off to him. But when no one seemed to take a secondlook, I felt better about it all. Finding an empty booth, I managed totry on both skirts.There I stood, in just my panties and bra, other teenage girls just a fewfeet from me in various stages of dress doing the same thing I was,trying on skirts. The thrill I was feeling was not sexual in nature.Rather it was the thrill of the hunt girls feel while looking for thatone perfect outfit that will make them more attractive to the boys, givethem the edge over.