Amy and the security men
As the hot water revitalised my senses I remembered that I had left my bags at university and needed to go and get them. Problem was it was a Sunday and most probably locked. I knew I could get into the building but it was likely that the professors room was locked. I dried myself off, grabbed a short skirt, some undies and a halter neck top and grabbing the car keys headed out the door. I grabbed some breakfast at Macca’s as I drove past and with my Barina making strange noises I pulled...