Oldham called my name. Shit! I was going to be late getting to Karen's house."Yes, Sir," I said, when I saw Mr. Oldham and Judge Clausen coming toward...me.They just wanted to walk out to the garage with me. Well, Cool! That's where I was headed anyway. I was not going to be late after all.That's what I thought until I got to the other side of the garage and saw Ned, his four friends and a stranger, all huddled around a brand new 1990 Volvo GL.The stranger, who turned out to be a Volvo salesman,. He played with her tits for a bitagain, and then glanced at me, and slowly stood up, and began kissing her. Hekept his right hand on her right breast, but moved his left hand down to herass, and began rubbing it. I was right in that she was not kissing him back.She was still the same person, she was simply incapable of getting angry, sad,or surprised right now. Anybody would take offense at a strange little boyfondling them while being incapable of stopping them from doing it.He stopped. She was beyond gorgeous. She was barely five feet tall, but always wore heels to class to elevate her height by a good three to four inches depending on the day. She still dwarfed me by a foot. Her hair was dark red and always pulled up, twisted in either a bun, held by a clip or in a French twist. Her eyes were pale blue green and could stare into your soul; glasses frequently framed these dangerous pools, though recently she’d been wearing contacts. I needed to discuss my recent paper with. Alison was awoken from her trance by the end of class and she got up and decided she was tired of Sarah denying her what she wanted, and that a more direct approach was needed. She followed her target out of the classroom and into the bathroom and waited at the sink for Sarah to come out of the stall she had entered. As Sarah approached the sink to wash her hands Alison spoke: “So Sarah, how’s it going?” “Fine…Alison. Thanks for asking.” “I’ve told you before to call me Alie.” “Sorry.” “You.