The last thing I wanted my folks knowing was that their one and only likes to wear a dress every now and then. BAD IDEA! When I stopped by the Circle ... for a few things I was even happier to be looking ‘normal.’ There she was, looking a little heavier since the last time we spoke. For Gail that was a good thing since she was just a pound over being considered anorexic in high school. She was quite a departure for me. Most of my gal friends were usually a few pounds of short of being mistaken. Right now. In the bogs." He nodded towards the toilets.Gillian didn't even think about it. She eased herself out of the booth andsauntered over to the corridor that led to the men's and ladies toilets,swinging her hips and buttocks clad in her tight jeans all the way.The man left the booth and followed her as Gillian looked around furtivelyand then ducked into the men's toilets. She went into a stall, pulled downthe lid and sat on the seat. The man crowded into the booth and closed. Medium height. He had red hair! I watched him nervously glance around to see if anyone else was nearby, and that brought a faint smile to my face. He was definitely a 'newbie!' Those who had been before were much less nervous. My heart was beating excitedly as I heard him come in through the alley entrance and close the door behind him. A few moments passed in silence. Then I heard him unfastening his belt buckle and unzipping his fly, and my heart began beating faster still! Even after all. I would catch the predator before he or she struck again. That was my vow. When night fell, I began strolling the campus. I was the only one. Arnold watched me from afar. He was my backup plan in case things got hairy. I walked to the field house, where most of the assaults had taken place. I sat on a bench, chatting idly on my cell phone like the ditzy blonde I was pretending to be. And surely enough, the predator came to me. I felt someone grab me from behind. Whoever it was, they were.