"I heard you on Fox last night, on TV. You sounded pretty good." We were on our way to the NBC studios. Did you see the interview?" Nope," I said. "Mi...sed that." I told him I had plans, that I was thinking about making some changes. I think they used about thirty seconds, and it took me more than an hour to get over there and then wait and get wired up and do the thing. They always showed my legs for some reason, long shots."I suppressed a laugh and wondered if she did not know she had good. It was like a cheerleading performance, set tothat Arianny Granny or something like that. Most of it was in someforeign language too, and those really pushed the envelope on the dancemoves.Yes, they were all college students. I checked their IDs once or twice,they kind of know me. And they're friendly enough, at least, they don'twant to be thrown out, and I don't harass them.What? Well, no, they didn't know. Not really. They'd know I was walkingby counting them, because I told one it was. These girls weren’t turned. Not yet at least.“Please, just stay away from them,” Jessie murmured in a feeble voice. Then she pushed past them and out into the rain and gloom beyond, making a beeline for the gym.3Erin Stephens knocked on Felicia Owens door for the fifth time and again heard nothing from the other side of the door. The hallway was empty save for the timid freshman, most of the girls in the dorm out at class.“Come one Felicia, I need you girl,” Erin said softly to herself.“Talking. She led me to the bathroom. Then she removed her saree and told me in a husky voice that she is going to clean me. Hence doesn’t want to get her sari dirty.She was in her petticoat and blouse now. Wow! What a nice navel, she also had a navel piercing. My cock got back into action again. But she didn’t seem to care. Instead, she pushed me under a tap and let the water run over my body. Her petticoat was also getting wet. I wished she remove that also.But she hiked it up giving me a nice view up.