At The Medical Library

This story is, I swear it, true, my books were slightly overdue and as I stood there at the portal I sensed the aura of immortal and penetrating energy. Across the walkway, there was SHE! She stared, I kid you not my boy long hair the colour of pure Soy. Blue eyes were focused on my crotch so that my mate went up a notch. Now, I who has experienced often when ladies smile and quickly soften in their resolve to play it tough but this was different, it was rough! Me, Casanova of my class confronted by this pretty lass, was at a loss of what to do all I could look at was my shoe. Ten minutes passed and I had not devised a strategy. The plot had thickened though I was exempt my thoughts were spinning with contempt at my own lack of true pizzazz when she sat down in the green grass. Of course, I had a real spouse who waited at the student house and straying wasn't in my blood though once I had been called a stud. Regret accompanied me home I suffered like a ribosome. 'What if', I did repeat it much I could have talked to her as such and things might then have grown to bear erotic fruits for us to share. I changed into the shorts at eight when wife came in and muttered 'Mate, you have a rip in your new pants which could expose your private glands, what if a stranger saw your skin and lusted after Ho-Chi-Min? '