He thanked the Lord that his bed was between the door and the closet so his Dad couldn't see his nylon covered feet. Marc covered his feet with a pair... of dress boots that extended past his ankle so there would be no trace of his nylons. He wished he had time to redress, but there was none. He would have to go as he was.It was both a fear and a thrill as he rode with his folks to the restaurant. He could feel his cock that was nestled in his silk panties rubbing against the front of his dress. You do not need to do anything. I observe you and then make corrections using verbal and manual guidance."She frowned."What do you mean by manual guidance?"Helen snorted and it was Erik's turn to look uncomfortable. He shifted his feet nervously and the words tumbled and stammered out of his mouth."Well, you must lie down ... fully clothed, of course, on a board and I explain the corrections as I perform them. You must execute the corrections in your mind only. I quite understand how strange. " He squatted down to pick up his purse but before hecould stand the girl spoke again."No, you aren't leaving," she said."How do you plan on stopping me?" He pulled the purse over his shoulderand started for the door."By calling down to the front and telling them there is a man dressedlike a girl walking around the dorm peeking into the rooms. Campus policewill be waiting for you and likely turn you over to the city police. Iimagine it will be interesting for you sitting in jail in that. ”I grabbed my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist. The bathroom was a shared one, just outside her door in the corridor. Once the water was warm, we both squeezed into the small shower stall, and washed each other. When we got dressed, we went back to her room, straightened up the bed, and headed up the street toward the restaurant, hand in hand.The restaurant was pretty basic; half a dozen Laminex topped tables, with mismatched chairs around them; a counter along one side, and a pizza.