Teaching Carol, Ch.7
Saturday afternoon, a few days later. It was pouring rain. I made my way over to Carol’s dorm and knocked, then let myself into her room. She had been sitting at her computer but jumped to her feet when she saw it was me. She was wearing dark yellow sweat-clothes with the university insignia on them. And her glasses. As I closed the door behind me I noticed something different out of the corner of my eye. Her closet door was standing open, and fastened to the inside with pushpins, at what would be eye-level for Carol, were the panties she had been wearing when she came to my room. They had obviously not been washed, as the yellow stain in the crotch was prominently displayed. When I turned back to Carol she was smiling …