I could not believe it when I found a plastic bag in my pocket along with a note, “Pretend that this is a canteen.”After a few hours though I real...zed just how important that plastic bag was. When I found a small stream I was very thirsty from walking and I had drank too much too quickly. Then I filled my canteen and rested. What was I going to eat? Where was I going to sleep? How far had I walked? I guess I dozed off because when I woke up I was cold and it was very dark. I just shivered until. At first she stood there wondering what to do. A couple of the guys were calling for her to strip, but that was out of the question. Even though her boss wasn't there, she had her uppity standards to maintain.However eventually she started to raise her skirt. Very slowly, she exposed her slip to cheers from the guys. Then this was lifted to show her stocking tops, and a glimpse of thigh. What a tease. The guys shouted for more but she flatly refused. She wasn't that drunk, she told them.. "I asked if I could join you guys," Kitty said. "You guys were having such a good time. Do you mind?"Without waiting for a reply, Kitty untied her top and dropped it to the floor, exposing her huge tits to the trio. As they stared at her melon-like tit-globes, she bent over seductively and pulled off her tiny bottoms."I'm Kitty," she said, smiling, as she stepped closer to Bill."Uh, yeah. I-I'm Bill" one handsome man stammered, his eyes glued toKitty's chest."And those are the most incredible. Always shy, and here I was in a class full of teenage girls. I stuttered every answer to every question, and the seating wasn't exactly conducive to avoiding eye contact. Small tables, with two people on each side, facing each other. I was facing a freshmen, a girl named Charley. She was pretty, not gorgeous, not a stick, plump, rounded.And she, for some reason, wouldn't leave me the hell alone.Every time we had a group project, she'd grab me and wouldn't let go. Every time we were supposed to.