" You're not holding out for something else? A red convertible Mustang, maybe?" I questioned."I never did get the idea behind convertibles. 1950, mayb...e, when there wasn't any air conditioning. Especially in cars. But NOW?" I dunno," I said. "You'd look good..." For what, like SIX days a year when it's not too hot or too cold or raining? No, thanks!" Okay. Extra points for 'practical'," I said to myself. I printed the inventory page from the dealer's site, then another page from another site. '"Sue chimed in, 'Please don't hurt us.'"I slowly released the hammer on my pistol and set the safety. I entered the room and sat down at the kitchen table. I waved them into chairs. They sat and I said, 'Why were you in Chili?'"Barbara said, 'When I was in college, my roommate was from Chili. Sue got to know her and we were visiting her and her family.'"I said, 'I was here on a long-term business project. I worked in L.A. but my family lived in Orlando. It's gone according to the news reports.. “Yes, we’re just leaving now,” she told him. “Bradley will drop me off at home in the taxi and then head back to the office.”“Did you... ““I’ll tell you about it when I get home,” she replied looking at Bradley as he pulled on his trousers.“I’ll have to wait for Bradley to get here before I come home,” Alan told her. “I have some paperwork to give him.”“I’m sure he’ll let you get away quickly,” she said looking across at Bradley.Bradley was smiling. She ended her call and Bradley reached out. I wanted him, desperately. He, just so happened to be my history professor. Professor Nelson was the talk of the campus, ever since he got hired about two semesters ago and girls were envious of other girls that had his class. Awakening me was a dull throb between my legs. I was growing wetter and wetter just at the thought of his muscular body. I really wanted to know what his cock looked like, how he could use it, anything. I could feel the damp spot in my panties and clenched my legs.