I suffered terribly from shyness at school, especially when it came to the opposite sex.My only girlfriend hitherto, if you could call her that, was a...Samoan/German Jehovah's Witness girl. We walked home from school together, I carried her books and we 'dated' at the school dances.I never did get to hold her hand, even, let alone take her to the movies. Nope, her first date wasn't going to be until she was 16 and only with a chaperone. I never made the distance, being a form higher, I left. Especially if it gets me some attention once I get out in public, Eleanor thought as a naughty, erotic thrill went through her body."Well do you like it?" she asked playfully, bouncing her curls for him, and then felt her ears perking up, always eager to hear more about his preferences. Eleanor had felt relatively normal that morning, but apparently she was still fully under the influence of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice, ready to transform herself at a moment's notice based on even the smallest. “Noooo, you wouldn’t! Now come on! Get in, its delicious in here!” yelled Lyra, stretching her arms out-wide and swimming a little further out into the cool lake. Charlotte could see the white cheeks of her best friend through the clear water, inviting her to join in. Peeling her top away from her body, Charlotte threw it onto the pile of Lyra's clothes. Her heavy breasts bobbed free, the material sliding over her erect nipples. Lyra turned to face her topless best friend, wondering if. Two days of rain had turned the most recent snowfall into dirty gray slush, transforming the cobblestone walkways of campus into barely navigable rivers. As if our huge stacks of readings and papers weren’t bad enough, nature had to have a go at me during a day of mid-terms. A misstep on the way to class landed me ankle-deep in an icy puddle, and I cursed as the freezing water seeped into my shoes. Damp socks weren’t my only concern though, as I walked into Professor Donovan’s class. The paper.