“Dude, I don’t want to leave you here like this,” he said.
“I’m gonna get my clothes on now that we’re stopped and then head for home.”
“Okay. Let’s not meet in the break room tomorrow. How about lunch at Mickey D’s?”
“Yeah, sounds safer.”
He gave me a quick kiss and went into the dorm. I drove to a darker part of the parking lot and put on my clothes. My feet were like lumps of ice and I was shaking by the time I got all my clothes on. At some point I remembered I had left my boxers in Prof. Stern’s studio. Thank God my name wasn’t in them and there was no way they could be traced to me.
As I drove home, my heart was still pounding, though it had returned to almost normal by the time I let myself in and went to my room. Mom and Dad were already in bed. I had trouble sleeping that nig
