You coming too?” Jess said.“We can’t leave her there, she couldn’t get home alone and I’m pretty sure Andy took their phone when he went,”...I said.“Well, you fucking well take her home, cos I’m not,” said Jess, stomping off to the local rank to get a cab to drive her the few miles to home as it was now raining heavily.Back inside I apologised to Claire and offered to escort her up the hill from the pub to her home.“You do have keys, don’t you?” I asked.“Yes. I’m so sorry, Pete. I didn’t mean to. I remember thinking, well; at least she isn’t a nun.After the movie we pulled around the corner from the sorority house, parking the car in a dark, tree-shaded area. We had only about fifteen minutes before the girls were required to be in the house for the night, a requirement on college campuses in the early 60s. This time our kisses were passionate bona fide French kisses. By the time she had to go into the house saliva was sagging down both of our chins. As I remembered Garth saying, “I’ve. ComSubject: What brought it onYou promised not to be upset. I really liked the pink dress you wore but I liked it even better when it was up over your knees halfway to your waist. You have very pretty legs. I just couldn't stop looking.GregThe next afternoon, I read:To: [email protected]: [email protected]: LookingWell, Greg, I guess I'm pleased that you couldn't stop looking at my legs. It's been a long time since I've had much interest in that direction. I think. “What?”“Never mind. It’s stupid.”I wasn’t going to let this go. “What’s stupid. Come on, you have to tell me now!”“I… I was just going to ask you if you want to see my tits?” She smiled cutely. “I mean I know you do. I just though it would drive Stephen wild if I told him I showed you.” She got her bitch-face again. “You want to see’em?” She started to reach down to lift up her shirt.“Well…” I couldn’t know what to say. Of course I wanted to, but it didn’t seem like the right answer to say out.