"I'm glad you waited. Sheila Farley insisted on walking home with me. I couldn't tell her that I was meeting someone. She'd blab it all over the schoo.... She kept asking me about Karen, and about the dates I'd had with you. She even asked me if it was true about Tommy and me. I couldn't believe she'd have the nerve to even ask me a question like that. What did she think I'd say? Never mind about her though. I was so disappointed when you called me Friday night." I doubt that you were more. They always did. They were a good size, with a nice shape. Guys always went crazy over them. My breasts always seemed larger to me than they actually were. At a 34 C, they weren't exactly small, but the fact that I was barely 5'3", and 108 pounds (including my freshman 5), made them appear even larger. This could be a good or bad thing depending upon the circumstances. They were great as an attention grabber when I wanted to be noticed, at other times they were a real nuisance. They could be. Fortunately the CHP took credit for busting up the hijacking ring, and there was no mention of a mysterious redheaded woman. I'm sure the cops have the story; they just can't believe it. The smart thing to do is move; 'clear datum' as the submarine boys say. Every bit of training I ever had tells me that. So of course I'm going to stay. LA is a big place, and even if 'they' make a connection between the hijacking ring story and me, 'they' will expect me to move. Was I new here, where did I come from, that sort of thing. I made up some lame story about being new here, that I was supposed to meet someone who stood me up, and was having a drink before heading out. And that brought on another drink. All the while, I felt Jim’s hand caress my butt through my skirt. The only problem was I was starting to enjoy it.I forgot what was so funny, but something Jim said made me laugh, and I almost fell off the barstool. Jim’s quick hands caught me, and pulled.