’ I give you a smug look and half-jokingly I say, ‘No copying me!’ But soon after, I tell you, ‘Just do something special for me, okay?’ ‘...kay, I’ll remember.’ You wink and show me a bright, truthful smile. You finish jotting your imaginary note on the table top and read it aloud. ‘Do something special!’ Afterwards, our chatting progresses onward as we continue amusing ourselves in dialog and general sharing. But while talking about social things is interesting, being the guy that I am, I’ve a. Landon just stared at her body, taking in all the curves. He licked his lips as he studied the mounds of her delicious breasts. His eyes took in the gentle rise of her belly and the dip below that led to that hot, fragrant place that occupied his dreams. Emily blushed, embarrassed by her imperfections and his staring, but stayed very still. She somehow knew that he liked what he saw very much indeed. His eyes finally came back to meet her gaze- his eyes filled with a hot want that made her. I recognized both of them from the scene of the accident. The gray haired woman who had asked me questions and the wild haired guy I'd seen when I'd first opened my eyes."Good morning!" The woman said. "I'm Doctor Gloria Tompkins. How are you feeling this morning?" Much better, thank you." I answered. I looked past her shoulder at the mop of hair and she caught my glance."This is Harvey Keaton, he found you at the scene of the accident last night. Do you remember him?" Yes, I remember thinking. I had a difficult time adding the class.’ ‘Is there anything I can do?’ ‘Nope I’m good. Is that all professor? I have another class to get to.’ ‘I was just curious if your mother was coming to visit you since it is mother’s weekend?’ ‘Yeah she is, in fact she is already here and staying with me in my dormroom.’ ‘Well I hope you two have a fun weekend then.’ ‘Thanks Professor we will.’ Again she whirled around and showed her panties as she headed out the door. This time though she turned her.