Adventures of Shemale Sandra Part 2

His eyes met hers for an instant and quickly darted away. Under his breath, if anyone wanted to get that close, he could be heard uttering a thousand curses. What to do, what to do, he hurriedly wondered, and silently wished at this point that he could, just for a moment, open up his bloated notepad of pick-up lines and various seduction tips. There's a hot girl just steps away from you, Timothy, he reasoned. You need to do something, his inner conscience demanded. What's wrong with you, it again questioned.

"Hello."

Sandra looked his way and noticed more a look of nervousness than of incredulousness. Her mind was at ease. "Hi," was all she said. She never in her wildest dreams thought that this scrawny, messy-haired guy would try to make a move on her. "How are you?" Timothy shot back with practiced foresight. "Uh, I'm okay..." said Sandra, trying to do a bit of her own redifining now that she wasn't so desperate for attention.

"That's good to hear," responded the guy with matching brown hair and eyes at her feet. He paused and added, "Do you go to school?" Sandra had to admit she was a little flattered by this point. "Yep, just a few miles away at the university," was her answer. Timothy seemed to be in deep thought. "Oh," he said a bit too seriously for friendly conversation, "Why aren't you at the library there?"

Like Timothy, Sandra had some pre-planned responses of her own: "I like the peace and quiet here," she stated. "Me too," he said and then backpedaled, "Not that I go to school." Sandra considered this and then spoke, "Oh? Do you work?" Deep in thought, he debated whether or not he should lie, but he couldn't think of a good enough one in time. "No, I stay with my grandmother," he muttered.

"Oh, cool."

"So can I get your phone number?" he asked both sincerely and abrubtly. Sandra laughed softly at his remark and explained that she doesn't have one.