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Archive for July, 2008


“Oooh, darn, I was hoping to get the wall seat. Could we
switch?” Brian looked up and drank in the person addressing him. He had
never seen her before and he knew he would have remembered someone that
pretty.

She was tall, close Brian’s 5′10″, and slender. She wore a
Swimming Team sweatshirt that explained her well toned legs and defined
her breasts to be large enough to get Brian’s fingers itching. Her hair
was light brown and her eyes a pale green. A little makeup for the
proper illusions and Brian felt like he was looking at a goddess.

Statistics does train the mind to think well, and Brian was
able to absorb all those thoughts without staring gape-mouthed at her.


Brian walked into his fifth Statistics class in three years and
looked around for the best seat for that semester. Not many people were
there, but he took a moment to say Hi to the ones he knew.

Middle left was the best seat. Not in the front, center of
attention, not in the back with greater chances to snooze, and not
right by the windows, with annoying sunlight and cold drafts.

He started to put his books down on a table when he was
interrupted by a delightfully feminine voice.