It was an elegant move that did not threaten to spill the drinks he was carrying. ‘My class was canceled today. The instructor e-mailed us this morn...ng. I should be using this time to get a few projects done, but I thought I could take some time to meet the infamous Tabitha.’ We walked down the hall at a normal pace. My tea threatened to splash out of the little opening of the insulated cup and spill over onto my hand. ‘Infamous? Do I really talk about her that much?’ It was not unheard of for. Oh, there were girls. But before Sandra my idea of a long-term relationship was anything over three hours. My motorcycle and my drinking buddies seemed to be the center of my life. But after meeting Sandra things changed. I actually put on a clean shirt when we went out. I started to really care about my appearance. A pair of jeans without holes was no longer considered getting 'dressed up'. People noticed the change. There was one less guy at the bar drinking beer every night. My buddies. " When she had done so, much to the delight of our young clerk, I then ordered, "reach back and lift up your skirt and then pull down your panties." With obvious distress my wife reached back and lifted up the tiny skirt until it was on her back and her entire ass was displayed to this stranger. Since she was only wearing a tiny little g-string, both globes were proudly on display. Again with shaking hands she grabbed the sides of her underwear and began rolling them down her legs until they. It wasn’t long after the Falklands War, and feelings still ran high amongst those who’d been for it and against it. A few students decided to hold a bit of an anti-war demo, and although I wasn’t one of the ringleaders, I got sucked into it. There were other issues too about public spending and such like, but it was basically an excuse for a handful of students to let off a bit of steam, although in my case it was more gas than steam if you get my meaning. Well, caught up in all the excitement.