  gr and i were eating at the canteen, *and* he was making amorous noises at this fairly good looking teacher who was wearing a *somewhat* translucent, tight fitting white dress and seated a table away, twisting her fork this way and that to grab her food. sexy. not voluptuous, more bamboo-like with a slight tushie afterthought. amorous indeed. of course, what happened was we saw one of those portable massagers lying rather harmlessly on our class table. "that's a dildo," gr said, making funny chortling noises. "that's a vibrator," i said, and i scooped more grass jelly into my nose.
then gr approached the massager and fumbled for a switch, and true to its word it vibrated. purred. it had "implicate me and that cute teacher" written all over it. which we did. and gr is truly a great dirt disher, and a humble pink massager became a guilty pleasure for at least two minutes, punctuated by loud hoots from all quarters. whether it's been between someone's thighs or not, that's something i don't want to know: a couple of people put the massager to their crotches and their faces and noses, as if wanting a piece of fem-dom... it was a pink massager for that extra credibility.
that was by total coincidence. right. i have to go now. bye. 
