Cory had signed up for an individualized study course at the local junior college. Supervised by admissions counselors, participants completed studies at their leisure, and reported on their progress periodically. This week was check-in & he’d have to wait in a conference room until he could be visited by Ms. Logan to discuss his progress.
He remembered the way she walked into the conference room the day he selected his topic. The skirt she wore bounced just slightly as she walked through the door, showing where her thigh-high hose ended and her tan skin began. He was all but certain that she hadn’t worn a thong that day. At least that’s how he thought of it. Often.
The conference rooms were one floor above the offices, around a large atrium in the services building. He chose the corner room, from which he could see her office. He turned the blinds to angle down, and sat down at a table near the window over-looking the administrative offices. He was early enough. And he couldn’t get those long legs out of his mind.