State College Fullerton. It was a cozier campus when I was there several years ago. We used to hang out in the student union in the basement of the Science Building. We drank bad coffee and acted adult. I suspected Sissy Harwell was reluctant to call the Fullerton Police Department. Distrust was high between the students end the Fullerton Police after the incident that took place on February 25 when twenty police stormed the campus to break up protests, wielding batons and arresting students. I knew of students accosted when leaving class and not even knowing what was going on. Nerves were raw in the community. Still, if a crime was committed the police would need to be brought in. It was late afternoon. I quit for the day and headed over to the gym run by my roommate, Sheila Madison. It was a women’s only gym. It would give me time to think about panties. I took the 57 Freeway and got off on Ball Road. The gym was near the corner of Euclid and Ball. A half hour later I was changed and on an exercise bike. When I finished with the bike I started my weight training. Sheila came over to talk with me while I lifted. She spotted me. The place was quiet. She usually closed at seven unless people were still working out. It would be an early evening. I hit the shower while Sheila closed up. I was still in the shower when Sheila joined me. We soaped each other. Sheila had been my closest friend in college. We shared an apartment and had explored each other back then. Both of us were married and divorced. After a bad breakup she moved into my house off of Westmont in Anaheim. I lived in the house since my father, a retired Anaheim cop, passed a year earlier. We enjoyed each other and were known to share boyfriends. I knelt down and sucked Sheila’s wet nipples. My hand found her red haired pussy. I inserted my fingers and massaged her. She clung tightly to me for a minute. Then she pushed me away. “Later,” she said. “Let’s get dressed.” We toweled off. After dressing we headed home. Sheila wanted to go out and I was all for it. We dropped off her car and headed to the Werner Dinner House. Werner’s was a great family style restaurant next to Anaheim High School. They had a limited menu, but everything was good. I had roast pork. Sheila had chicken and dumplings. We talked about the panty case. Sheila thought it was somebody’s idea of a joke. “What would you think if you went to get dressed in the morning and all of your panties were missing?” I asked. “It would creep me out,” she answered. We each had pie and coffee. I should have spent another thirty minute on my workout. We headed over to Cero’s for a drink. Since I was driving I knew Sheila would probably be a little crazy. Sure enough, we had just sat down when a couple of guys offered to buy us drinks. Sheila was a guy magnet. She had a great smile, gorgeous red hair, and radiant blue eyes. Robert and Shane tried to impress us. I should say they were trying to impress my friend. I couldn’t tell if Sheila was into either one of them. I was drinking a Canadian Club on the rocks and watching with amusement. It took only five minutes before Sheila had these two gentlemen totally captivated by her flirtatious charm. I was just a table decoration. I know I am attractive. I am nearly 5' 10" with dishwater blind hair that touched my shoulders. I am well proportioned and very fit due to my workouts. I was a swimmer when I was a teenager and have the athletic body to go along with it. But where Sheila could be coy, I was assertive. Guys were often intimidated by assertive. That was okay with me. I was attracted to men who were not insecure. Sheila said she needed to visit the lady's room. That was a cue for us to talk. We headed to the restroom. "What should I do?" Sheila started. "Both Robert and Shane want me, but I can't choose. Robert is tall and strong, but Shane has the cutest smile." "Why don't you screw both of them?" I suggested. Sheila had