But some of the others don't get it." She was cooling down. After a moment she looked back out the window."I really don't want to go back to work on M...nday." She said."Me either. I don't want this to end." I said. She squeezed my hand."Well it better not end, bub." She growled. I shook my head at her, and she knew what I meant. She kissed my palm, just like at the bar a week ago, and settled back in to watch the scenery pass by.I wondered if it would be possible to have Anna be my assistant. I. She had been wearing sandals and a very short skirt. I remembered her long, well shaped legs. Her hair had been up in a ponytail bun thing."So, can I come in? I'm not really dressed for this weather."Her comment brought me back to the present. I opened the door and she scooted in quickly. My elevator eyes did a full scan. I started at her feet, which were wearing fuzzy pink slippers. Her legs were better looking up close, exposed all the way up to her jacket. Her hands were still stuffed into. “Wait…” she said, dropping character, “Really?”“As God is my witness.”“Well there’s much to be said for such old-fashioned chivalry,” she said, “People nowadays are a bit more…shall we say open about these things.”“Oh yes?” he said grinning, “Care to tell me more?”“So long as you promise not to tell, I had three boyfriends before my husband,” that was a lie, she’d had six, but she didn’t want him to think she was a slut, “and two one night stands.” Five.“Well you certainly put my record to. The dean called out the names of each graduating student one by one and handed them their well-earned diplomas. The important pieces of paper rolled up neatly and tied to a knot by a beautiful ribbon.Among them was... "DAVIS, DERISSA." From her seat rose a girl who had just turned 18 just before Spring Break that March.This was Derissa Davis. She stood a good 5'6" tall and was blessed by her genetics with a voluptuous figure. Her red ceremonial toga hid her bountiful E-cup breasts. Her active.