Kitten stretched the rubber band between her fingers and draped her legs over the chair arms as before. Thinking to herself ?how bad could this be?? S...he placed the band against her smooth skin and drew it back, glancing at the clock.?SNAP??OH FUCK?, she screamed as she slammed her thighs together and leaned forward in a ball nearly crashing her head into the desk top.?FUCK, FUCK, FUCK?, she chanted as she rocked back and forth, waiting for the searing pain to dissipate. She couldn’t believe. He stared at the chart in front of him and at the three pins stuck there. He picked up the dividers and ruler and lay them between the markers."22 knots," he sighed."Yes, G." There would be only time for one shot at it, Otto." If it stays on that course and speed - I think so." So, we move to this position, no?" The exec nodded as Grauwulf pushed in another pin. He linked the two points with the rule and calculated. "One hour, I think," he said - more thinking out loud than to anyone in. I can't tell if she is wearing pantyhose or stockings. We sit down and order our food and I order a bottle of wine with it. After a while we are all very relaxed and the conversation is starting to get a bit risqué. Pete asks me whether it is pantyhose or stockings that I am wearing and without thinking I reply pantyhose. I suddenly realise what he has said and start to blush. " Its ok" he says " I couldn't help noticing when you crossed and uncrossed your legs, I like to wear them too. Sue. Once I got home I threw my clothes into bags haphazardly and tried to gather the few belongings I had collected in the last year and a half. My roommate wandered in just as I was taking the last load to my car. I explained the situation as I handed her two months rent and my keys. Technically, I should have put it in writing, but since I was handing over the rent, she decided to let me slide and wished me well.I rolled out of the city, headed for I-5 around 4:30 p.m. Cursing the traffic one.