If you were wearing thecasual clothing of a teenager and maybe a backpack or bag of some sort,they would pretty much always believe you were a student... No risk right?So that morning I decided I would live out my fantasy of sneaking intothe college, at the same time cutting through to shorten my journey tothe job center. I was wearing a blue hoody and jeans, and carrying abackpack that had a bunch of my Job Seekers paperwork inside. I'm only 21and still look quite young and immature, so I. She was like, ‘oohh, whats the hurry? u r acting strange’. I just smiled.Now I felt obliged to give her some of mine and did but.. instead of leaving the spoon she clenched it with her teeth and took it from me. I was expressionless in shock but she was naughtily smiling and winking at me, omg ! She obviously exchanged the spoons and gave me her spoon. I felt little comfortable now as I realized that she too must have been having those inner feelings just as I did.This might not feel like a big. My tongue flicked up against hers, retracing the French-kissing practise of my teenage years. I groped up her flank until I found one of those firm, fleshy breasts, and slowly caressed it like I did to mine when I masturbated. Carrie groaned charitably into my mouth as her body shifted and writhed against mine. I was starting to feel hot, claustrophobic in my clothes.Carrie arched her back up and my hands latched onto her breasts, clumsily pawing. I felt like a teenage boy. Like an awkward. " Haha. You haven't got a hope of understanding ANY of it." Which would be true if I'd bothered to tell him the technical explanation I'd prepared, as it was all super-impressive sounding bullshit. Instead I just said, "A Professor of Mathematics couldn't understand the math behind it, so I don't think you've got much chance. How many years of doctorate level or higher Mathematics research have you done?"#1: #3: I couldn't think of a reason, other than it not really being true, which is not.