"The conversation carried on for some time, until it was time to return to the lecture room.Later in the student bar, Bob and I were still discussed a...few points."Look Hugh," he said, "I've hypnotised a few in my time and it's not like popular fiction you know, there's no way you can get a girl to strip off for example." Nothing could be easier," I said, "all you need to do is to tell her that she is alone and that she needs to take a shower." Well I suppose that might work," he conceded, "but. ..”“Lot of it’s fluff,” I said. “But you can look, anyway. And remember that Cindy’s flying it and she’s a whole two years older than you.”“More like three.”“And everybody’s NOT Cindy,” Brindy said.“Oh, come on,” Haley inserted. “D’ya think that every pilot we fly with has a PhD in physics?”“Well, no...”“They don’t,” Bill said. “Lot of ‘em’s got some college, but like Rob. He’s got a two-year degree in production technology.”“Yeah,” Haley said. “Him and the other one, Matt. Matt’s using his. He. Still, I sent a naked full-body picture to my English professor. It's not like it was on purpose. It was a mistake. A terrible, horrible mistake. I was trying to submit my poetry explication, and uploaded the wrong file--the one explicitly and exclusively for my boyfriend. I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if the picture was innocent. But by no means was this the case. I was completely nude, laying down on the bed, on my side. My short red hair over my shoulders and left hand upon my D-cup. A couple times he licked his lips and made jesters, but all I heard was mumbling. After awhile, I started to act real drunk, and told them I was heading to bed. They said they were staying up for a bit, as I headed down the hall. Once in the bedroom, I shove the pillows under the blanket, covering them up like it was me passed out. Shortly after, my wife came in, shaking the bed to see if I was out. As she went back towards the kitchen, I heard her say," Hes out like a light!" I came out of the.