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 О>©Tiffany -(TM)s story Thu Oct 7, 2004 22:52 24.167.63.38

   I knew I was late for class.

   I decided to take the physics course despite rumors about the professor
-(TM)s exam.  The rumors were a) you need every single minute to pass the
exam, and b) even if you have every single minute, you probably wouldn
-(TM)t pass.

   I was showing up 15 minutes late.

   I rushed in, relieved to see an exam proctor.  He was a hunk -"like a
young George Clooney.  A well built mountain climber.  I rushed up to him
and lied,  -°my car broke down.  Can I pleeeease have 15 minutes more? -²

   He smiled his gorgeous smile.   -°You better get started.  You only have
45 minutes left. -² I now wanted to kick in his teeth.

   I rushed to a seat up front (no one wants to sit up front during an exam
-"too much traffic).  I plopped down in my seat.  I was nervous.  I
immersed myself in the exam.  The only hint I had of the outside world came
from a startling cough from the proctor.

   I realized immediately why he was coughing.  In my nervousness, I was
opening and closing my legs.  Ordinarily, this would be no big deal, as I
usually wear jeans.  But in my hurry I had put on a short dress, and he was
getting a good view of my knickers.

   I thought that somehow his attention on what he saw between my legs
might translate into more minutes.  So I continued my leg twitching (I
needed to anyway in order to think through the problems).  I occasionally
glanced up.  He was no longer making any pretense about making sure people
didn -(TM)t cheat -"he was focused solely on my crotch.

   Most physics formulas are a derivative or two from the grand old
formula: distance = rate times time.  Having had calculus, the physics
problems proved easier than I had anticipated.  But I was still in an
uphill battle to answer all the questions before the time would expire.

   Meanwhile, my knickers were in a battle with my lips, and my lips were
losing.  Soon, my knickers had worked their way into what I believe is
popularly known as a  -°cameltoe. -² I could feel the material as I
twitched my legs.  It was proving to be annoying, yet, knowing that the
proctor was watching, exciting as well.  As I became excited at the
thought, I hoped he couldn -(TM)t see any wetness behind the knickers.  As
I looked up, I noticed that he had moved behind his desk -"clearly the show
was having an effect on him.

   But the cameltoe was distracting me from my answers.  Vit= 2as + бҐat
squared.  Hmm.  Was that right?  Grr -- I had no choice but to remove the
distracting material.  I reached between my legs, and, using two fingers,
pulled the material out of me.  As I did so, I no doubt gave him a quick
look at what my knickers were covering.

    -°Time -(TM)s up! -² the proctor said.   -°If you arrived late please
stay after for a minute. -² I was the only one late.

   After he collected all the exams and everyone had left the room, he
said,  -°look.  I shouldn -(TM)t be doing this, but if you remove your
knickers and leave your legs open, I -(TM)ll give you the 15 minutes. -²

    -°I have a better idea, -² I heard myself saying,  -°you give me 15
minutes, then take me to a bar and buy me three margaritas, and you can
remove them yourself. -²