We did not talk much on the way back to school. She had written a paper and the instructor had torn it apart. Very urgent, hungry. When she finished and looked up, I gave her my most charming smile and said, ‘Can I walk you to your car’? There had been six of us at the start but as the research and material was covered people would excuse themselves and head off to work or home. I sensed she was completely ready and came up and positioned my self at her entrance. Parting when she went to more classes in writing and me toward the science complex. So hot, squeezing so hard. He frustrated her at times and she mentioned that sometimes she thought she would like to see an ‘older’ man. She was majoring in Journalism and I thought I wanted to be a Doctor. The amount of work we were having to put in to get a good grade was wearing all of us out. Depending on what she was wearing.
