<strong>CAL SNYDER</strong><br/><em><strong>Rockford City College, McCarty Hall, 3rd floor</strong></em><br/><br/>Okay, so it wasn't exactly dignified, but Cal had fifteen minutes or so to kill, and if Tara Jenkins was going to show up in a skirt that short with an ass that nice, she ought to be prepared for some hard-core ogling.  Cal had a bad habit of obsessing over specific hot women whom he'd never actually met but saw on a regular basis, such as Tara Jenkins, who also usually showed up early for whatever class she took down the hall from Cal's Geometry class.  There were about a dozen other early birds milling about in the hallway on the third floor of McCarty Hall, yawning and chitchatting until the bell rang to end the previous period and they could then get inside their classrooms and wait for class to start.  He dug a loose-leaf binder out of his backpack so he could pretend to be studying while his eyes feasted on her luscious round buttocks.<em>'Oh god I bet there's a thong under there -- gotta be, with that sheer fabric and no panty lines ... Oh jeezis ...'</em><br/><br/>The worst part of Cal's invisibility curse was the way it limited his dating options.  Cal had decided that he had an invisibility problem starting way back at Rockford High, where he'd spent four years getting ignored by almost everyone, including all of the school's most desirable women.  His sense of humor and average looks earned him a handful of dates with the B- and C-list ladies in his small, rotating circle of friends, whose only shared quality was their status as social outcasts.  He'd even had a girlfriend for two months or so in his senior year.  But for the most part, the women he wanted were always just beyond his reach; his tongue turned to mush and his forehead got sweaty as soon as they came within ten feet of him.  He wondered if he was destined to always long from a distance for women like Tara, whose name he recalled from high school, though she hadn't been<em>this</em>hot back then -- nor as fond of revealing clothing, from what he could recall; he wondered if one of those depended upon the other.  Regardless, she probably never even learned his full name or gave him a second thought through all their years of going to the same schools.  She probably just looked right through him, he figured, like everyone else did ....<br/><br/>When the bell finally rang and he turned suddenly towards his classroom, after one last, precious eyeful of Tara's sweet behind, Cal received a bit of counter-evidence to his cynical, self-loathing "invisibility" theory:  a very pretty Asian woman he didn't recognize physically crashed right into him.  She'd been coming down the hall, barrelling through in long strides as if she were in a hurry, but all her attention was completely focused on studying the sheaf of loose papers she was carrying.  When she collided with Cal, her sheaf and his binder both fell from their hands, and pages went everywhere.  Worse still, the hallway simultaneously became completely filled with students departing from their just-finished classes; the pair had to wade through a sea of bodies for the next few minutes, slowing retrieving the haphazardly scattered notes.  Once they had everything off the floor, there was barely time to sort and divide the pile before the starting bell for Cal's Geometry class sounded.<br/><br/>He apologized to her profusely while flipping through the pages and felt somewhat put-off by the fact that she said almost nothing back, instead frantically digging through her own stack of sheets, as if her life depended on getting all her notes back.  As soon as he thought he'd probably given her back everything of hers from his stack, he dashed off and left her in the hallway, still sorting through the mess -- she probably still had some of his stuff in her pile, but he was in too much of a hurry to point that out, and it was just some outdated class notes anyway.<br/><br/>Ten minutes into the class period, Dr. Kadensky had finished reordering her pages and verified that nearly a dozen pages were still missing, including part of her preliminary research summary.  Naturally, she waited at that very spot for the next 40 minutes, prepared to accost the stupid student after class and get her missing notes from him, but luck was against her:  there were three widely-spaced exits to the lecture hall, and Cal left using a different one from where he'd entered.  She anxiously checked every face in the horde of roving students around her until the next class period began, leaving her alone in the hallway, short 11 pages containing full details of her research.