All he knew was that being around her confused him. It couldn’t be that he felt attracted to her, could it? No, she really wasn’t his type. He had... never shown much of an interest in girls anyway. Most of them seemed silly and superficial, but whenever he did look at them he found the blonde and petite ones attractive--women who were very different from Louise. What was it then that made him look at her breasts or butt? Perhaps it was the fact that her curves were so present that he felt he just. DE came to my desk mid-morning and ask if we could go somewhere for lunch. I agreed to meet her at the Suburban to go to lunch.When I got to the Suburban, DE was standing there waiting for me fidgeting. “Can we go somewhere private?”“Sure”I unlocked the vehicle and opened the door for DE. I watched as her skirt scooted up as she scooted across the seat. I was looking at her very bald pussy. Her eyes met mine and then I noticed her look at her pussy and smile. “I need you really bad, I couldn’t. I looked outside and saw the black man from next door watering his garden. I walk out to greet him like a good neighbor. Nothing wrong with that, right? "Hi, my name is Gina" I say to him as I reach to shake his hand. "Hi Gina, I'm Owald, nice to meet you" he says with a smile. We spoke for about 2 minutes before I left for school. He is from Nigeria and a retired military guy in his native country who is now retired. When I got to school everything was going fine until I started to notice that. .. hard to map. Only the rooms with windows had any relation to the best guess recorded on the paper McAllister and the other deacons in the other groups carried."That's useless," Savonne pointed at the paper, when McAllister could not retrace their path on the map the deacons spent so much time drafting. McAllister could only agree.Somehow, the corridors and rooms subtly changed direction. After the third room they'd passed through between successive corridors, McAllister had the sense he was.