We talked in the driveway for a bit, and the conversation went to the girls we had been with. Finally, I got bold and told him I needed to go beat it ...efore going back to my parent’s house. He said, “yeah, me too”. “Do you want to go?”, I nervously asked. With that he was climbing in my truck and I drove to our spot. On the way, Mike said words that still sting me this day. “I uh, think I’m gay man”. I didn’t know what to say! I was so turned on, but in our time apart I also had found a girl,. Our eyes meet and for a brief second I think I can see a hint of regret but his eyes flash back to something else. I pause and toss the rest of my drink into a trash bin, ready to go when he clears his throat. “Your paper was excellent by the way. It was greatly written, although there were a few inconsistencies. I’m sure if you were willing to stop by my office, we could work it out together,” he says with a mischievous grin, emphasizing every word deliberately. I stop dead in my tracks at. I walked over to Kelly's desk and she had another great big smile, she shut down her computer and we walked to our cars, talking about how stressful the day way. I was a little disappointed though, I wish it was just Kelly and I that were going to happy hour. We jumped into our cars and met our co-workers at the bar. We all ordered drinks and found a table outside and, of course, Kelly and I sat next to each other. Kelly crossed her legs and I couldn't help but stare. Luckily it was still sunny. " Sergio, do be a dear and make tea for us both will you? Thanks."After Sergio had departed, Helen Masters curled her legs up under her andsmiled. She was beautiful, as every woman who had been a pupil at St.Searle's was, but hers was a curvier, more voluptuous beauty than wouldbe found on more recent graduates.She looked a lot like Marilyn Monroe, which reflected the period when herown idea of what constituted female beauty would have settled. Thanks tothe transformation process they retained.