One minute she'd be eating her lunch then she'd be stomping through puddles getting soaked. We stayed friends up into Junior High when she moved. Four...years later I was a freshman in High School and my first day of classes walked into home room and sat down. As the teacher started reading names he got to one, a very pretty blonde a couple seats away and read Cindy Lymon." Oh wow!" Sara said"Cindy! I whispered to her and she turned and looked as if to say "Why are you talking to me!" The teacher. There were a thousand places I would rather be than here, but she needed him, and he needed me.(In retrospect, these many years later, I think we were both fooling ourselves, he and I. It was the other way around: he needed her, and I needed him.)I checked the clock—twenty minutes, and I would have to leave. I hated hospitals. Even the prospect of seeing an attractive nurse failed to compensate for the oppressive atmosphere of concentrated misery.As his head dipped, he started and looked up. He. ‘You know why she’s here,’ Rachel had said. ‘She’s going to try and seduce you.’ He’d told her that was ridiculous, that Leigh was here for a job interview, nothing else. ‘Then why is she staying with you? What, they wouldn’t get her a hotel room?’ Pointing out that he’d offered just made it worse. ‘Right, because you WANT to fuck her, of course, how could I forget?’ ‘Ok, that’s it. I’m not having this fight with you again,’ he’d said. ‘She’s going to be here soon, and I’m tired of trying to. I made sureto leave right before him, swaying my hips to make the pleats in the skirtspread out a bit and almost give him another glimpse of my panties. The sexy episode that Friday morning made me really want to go dancing andI eagerly agreed when my roommate, Jen, asked me to go with her. I kept theskirt and lacy panties, trading my rather demure top for a tight white shirt,tied just under my small breasts. I wore no bra, letting my little pink nipplesgraze the fabric, which kept them.