I notice a distinct bulge in your thong which is barely concealed by the hem of your nighty. You twirl for me as I exclaim, "Jenny, you look simply de...licious!" We embrace again and I get a whiff of your perfume, which is as intoxicating as the Scotch. Our ruby red lips lock, and this time, I'm not kissing a man, but the beautiful woman of my dreams. As we regain our composure, I notice the empty shot glass in your hand. "Refill?" I ask."I'd love one," you respond.With trembling hands, I pour. When I open the door the first thing I do is give you a nice look up and down, unapologetically checking out your tits and crotch. You break the silence by saying, "hi."I smile, "Hey, it's nice to finally meet you!" I reach out to shake your hand, and pull you inside when you give me yours. "Come on in..." I tell you, and you hear the door close shut. I'm behind you now and you can just tell that I'm still groping you with my eyes."That's a nice ass you've got there," I tell you."What?!?" you. ..in the shower after practice..." I said.Coach Kennedy turned red and I could quickly tell he was upset. He grabbed me and threw me up against the wall. "Don't you EVER talk to me or anyone else about what happened yesterday between us. Do I make myself clear?"Coach was actually scaring me with his behavior. "Yes, sir! I would never tell anyone. I haven't and won't say a word. I promise!" I mumbled--scared now more than ever.Coach told me to hit the shower and leave. I did just that. Well I. Walters.David was still smiling when he returned to Merriam's dorm room and used his belt to tie off his arm with practiced ease, eagerly preparing an extra potent shot of heroin laced with PCP in celebration of his simple, yet ingenious plan.Gregg stood outside his Friday morning lecture hall, greeting his students as they entered. He figured he should be nice today since today's lecture on ethnocentrism and cultural relativism was sure to lull more than one student into the peaceful bliss of.