“I’m not talking physically, how are you mentally? Will you be okay there, going into that lecture theatre?”“I’m fine, I don’t think I’m...going to freak out or anything. I know that’s not going to happen again, Ross is locked up, and I just have to get on with my life.”The first challenge at work on Monday was the walk from the car park to my office. Not that it was difficult; but by the time I had reached our office area, my leg was starting to feel a little sore. I guess the walk up and down. "I haven't," Rhonda said, swallowing uncomfortably."You look stunning," Laura said under her breath, trying not to look at Rhonda too hungrily.But it was difficult. Even though Laura preferred her sleek black beauties, and never even looked twice at a blonde, Rhonda was an exception. She had shimmering golden hair, the blooming peach sort of complexion that some lucky blondes had, and a body to make men (and certain women) drool. She looked a lot like Pamela Anderson, but her clear, even. It tickled sooo bad but felt so good.“I cannot stress enough howhehehe Ohh hehemmgh the amount of homework your child hashohohehe ohh”. Oh no, she thought as she felt a finger sliding up her skirt and stroking the outside of her panties. She was so wet and getting close to orgasm. She felt Mike slide her panties over and rub over and over on her clit. At the same time, she felt fingers dancing along her bare ticklish sole and toes. This was too much. “mmmohhh hehehehaha mmm oh my hahaha.” She. The rest of her body would be a bonus if I was actually winning that smile without trying.She led the way and I followed. Her hair gleamed in the florescent lighting and bounced just above the waist of her jeans as she walked. Since her bright smile wasn't aimed at me, I took the opportunity to look over the rest of her. The length of her hair covered the polo-style shirt she was required to wear while working in the video store. It wasn't flattering to her upper body, but then again, it wasn't.