Lisa: It’s not like I have a lot of clothes. My luggage still hasn’t arrived. I’m starting to doubt it ever will and I got these clothes from An...na. Again!Me: I wouldn’t mind you if you were to come naked.Lisa: What? And have everyone else see me?Me: You’re right Not a good idea. Hahaha!Lisa: Hahaha! Come on, I have an idea!Me: Care to share it with me?Lisa: We’re going to the ice cream shop!Me: That sounds good.We started walking out of the campus.Lisa: I have to askMe: What?Lisa: Are you and. I could almost see to the top of her legs but not quite, I was desparate for her to move slightly,to increase the width between her kness to expose her legs further and confirm my fantisy that she did indeed wear stockings and suspenders. As I carried on working glancing every second or so at Vickys nylon clad legs she said "can you see ok down there" Wow - I thought, if only you knew what my reply would love to be. She then added that the desk top computer may be blocking my light. I wasted no. Over the next few nights, I laid there waiting for her, with the biggest hard on. I wanted her to see how big I was growing. It was maybe two or three nights later, when she came back to check on me, and there I was with my then 6” hard cock exposed. As she walked up to my bed, I heard a little gasp from her, as her eyes focused on my hard cock. She was wearing just a thong, and I could see through my half-closed eyes in the darkened room that her nipples were hard and her left hand had was. I signed on as Cherrington Vixen. I agree it’s an assumed name but it’s also my officially registered name.’ ‘Why are you calling me Stanley?’ ‘Because…’ ‘Stop right there young lady. It is newspaper tradition for reporters to address their chief reporter formerly.’ ‘May I ask a question sir?’ Stanley twiddled his moustache and said certainly. ‘How do you think traditions are broken?’ ‘Far be it for me to discuss breaking down 500 years of newspaper tradition. Carry on girls. The noose is.