I streaked, too, at LSU. There was a picture of me disrobing in the campus paper. I've always wanted a copy of that picture, I didn't realize how cute my butt was until I saw it. Then, anyway.
I was running around naked, with a bandanna over my lower face, screaming and having fun, and wound up naked in the back of a pickup truck careening around campus with a bunch of naked frat boys, and my philosophy professor, David Cornay, fully dressed, including a tie; he decided that my virtue needed protecting. David is the guy who didn't get tenure because he was gay, I guess he thought he could protect me by flinging himself between me and them or something.<g> So I didn't have great sex afterwards, but it was an incredibly exhilarating night. |
