Her friend looked over and smiled and she smiled back.Later on after school Lisa walked into his class, "Mind telling me what I did wrong?" she asked...."Well, you're out of dresscode.. again.. and you were passing notes in my class!" he said back to her. She turned and walked to her seat. Her dress was riding up and you could see a little bit of her smooth ass and her thong from under her skirt. "I think you should sit up here today," he said pointing to the seat next to his. "Whatever," she. Facially – she’s in the same league… Very pretty, without being smoldering. Even a racist would score her an 8. A sane man would say 9!Despite the great body, pretty face, sexy red lingerie and high heeled boots – she manages to look almost sweet and innocent – especially when she lets loose with her wholesome white smile.She introduces her in an accent that seems completely out of whack with her Pakistani heritage – Welsh tones that Catherine Zeta-Jones would be proud of – smooth and soft,. "Will that be all sir? Unfortunately we haven't entered Freedonian borders yet so I'm still bound by the Prude Laws." Yes, that will do it." Randy had spent every moment of the little free time he had these past few years reading up on his new homeland and its revolutionary attitude towards human sexuality, so he was fairly certain he could read between the lines of the what Kelley's last words. Nevertheless, he wanted to play it cool in front of his new countrywomen, so he faked a knowing nod. "As we drove home, I retold the tale. We decided to be modest, not ostentatious. I'd keep the medal in its box, not on my lapel. We also talked about 'the Evans Plan' — speculating on what it might be. Neither of us had an idea.Rob was quite congratulatory when we got home. I was tired so I went to bed after having a small snack. Sunday morning at breakfast I learned that Rob was nearly done with the draft of his report and that he'd been phoning Mary nearly every day. I eschewed comment — not.