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Chapter 4 by Imhotep Imhotep

How do you fill the next several hours?

Make restaurant resevations for that night.

Knowing that I’ll be going out that evening with a sexy girl that has nothing but positive feelings about me, and has already broadly hinted that she is ready for a good time inspires me to do all that I can to keep her happy. Resolving to show her the best time I can that evening I pull the car out of the lot, and pull out into traffic.

After entering the freeway, I drive across town to a great Thai restaurant near the university campus, and make reservations for two. As I idly daydream about Hasina, I pass several fraternity houses, with large green lawns. Several athletic looking student are tossing a football out in front of one house, and at the house next to that a group of six or seven guys are standing around a smoking grill. Several blocks later, I can see that I’m on the sorority block. Slowly I ease back on the accelerator.

Girls dressed in everything from business type skirts and jackets with heels, and shorts shorts with sleeveless t-shirts are walking in front of the old houses, and chatting in small groups. Then, up ahead I spot three coeds in skimpy cut off shorts and tight white t-shirts with Sigma Delta emblazoned across their ample charms. They’re laughing and smiling brightly, and a cute Asian girl is holding a cardboard sign the reads : Carwash $5. As directed by a petite, redhead with her hair in pigtails and wearing a pair of reflective sunglasses, I pull up the drive, and onto the front yard where there are about ten girls standing around brightly colored plastic buckets and numerous large sponges.

Rolling down my window as a girl dressed in a skin tight orange one piece bathing suit steps to the car, I note that she’s cold, and her nipples are clearly evident under the lycra material. “Five dollars” she says brightly as she leans over and gives me a nice view of her cleavage. She’s blonde with blue eyes, her hair is curly, and ends just below her shoulders. Reaching in my wallet, I pull out a five as six coeds move toward my car, buckets and a hose in their hands.

“Thanks, hun” the blond says as she takes my money.

“You girls want me to stay in the car, or should I get out I?” I ask as they group around my car.

The sorority girl's answer.

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