.. er we, need some help moving some furniture." Gee, I don't know, how about I call you after class? I just might be too busy." Uggh! Must you be so ...ifficult?" I'm not trying to be difficult," Jack replied trying to stifle a laugh, "I just might have other things to do besides be your slave." Slave, huh? I'd like to make you my slave sometime! Ok, call me tomorrow when you're out of class." Oh and Staci," he emphasized her full name, "I would need your phone number in order call you." You. Was there another?" Most certainly, Sergeant. I'm defiantly not into women." When you say not into women, what do you mean?" I wasn't about to have some dyke female police officer groping and probing around my body."I paused and looked at Frank. His hint of a smile told me he had seen the same thing. Miss Peterson had slipped open the three top buttons of her blouse and was now giving us a very nice look at her cleavage."I can understand that Ma'am. I wonder if you would mind showing us where. “Come in! Are you done already?” It was Crissy. “And here we’ve been nothing but yammering away.”I wasn’t sure whether to believe that nothing more interesting had taken place, but evidently it was the case. Both were still fully dressed. Dr. Fitzgerald was seated in a chair at the desk in front of a computer that had her presentation going on it.“I really love what you did with her slides!” said Crissy. “I know what they’re like when she does them.”“Hey!” protested Dr. Fitzgerald.Crissy stood. A few days later I found her ad in adultfriendfinder site and saw she was based in Mumbai. But the site did not give me access to her contact and so I stayed sad and lustful dreaming of her naked body.Then one day I boarded a bus from Mahalaxmi for Prabhadevi and as I was going to look to stand at the back near a seat I happened to see this girl standing a little ahead in the bus. I did not know for sure but the face was very much the same and how could I forget, I had spent days masturbating.