I was not all that happy about that for several reasons including the fact I was not entirely secure in trusting the pretty girl was indeed an ally an... not a potential threat.We were safely onboard the bus and pulling out when I saw a Carabineri van pull up to the bus stop and watch us pull away. I wasn't sure that was a good sign or something to be worried about. Olga and I sat in the back of the bus and I told her to speak in Russian so that we would not stand out so much talking in English. When ... was up to me!Because of this ongoing connection to the University, I had kept the subject of SFU in my beautiful sister’s ear, so she might just decide to go there for college. Now, with our relationship ‘blossoming’, I wanted her to go after the same degree program I did, Theatre Performance, although a new degree program had been instituted since I first started there, the Bachelor of Fine Arts (BFA) in Musical Theatre.“So, Carol ... have you thought any more on where you want to go. A leather studded bra held her new tits in place, it was time to release her and finish the job. Fishnet stockings attached to the corset, and led to 6" calf length boots that we were making Pippa wear. The French maid outfit slid over the top, giving Pippa a strangely futuristic look. We spent the next thirty minutes laughing, as we tormented Pippa into learning to walk in those heels, with her plug inside her. Jerry looked at the three girls fully equipped as the 'Dom' Mistress' they intended. ++++++ I emerged from high school some twenty-five years ago, salutatorian of the class, with not a single scholarship offer to be sniffed. I had taken a huge variety of courses — science, English, French, history, PE, math, accounting — and I was either too generalized, or — more likely — too non-ethnic to attract the attention of the college recruiters. So, with my parents’ approval, I told them all to go fuck themselves. Oh, not in those words, certainly, and in any event they never heard.