My throat rumbles softly in irritation.  Why couldn't his office be in the same building?  I slip my tiny backpack on and mince tightly to the door, which only accentuates my ass.  Of course even my bag is a cute accessory, and doesn't do anything to even cover my behind.  Stepping out into the breeze, my goosebumps return with a vengeance, covering all my exposed skin, and my nipples press against my shirt in sympathy.  It would actually feel kind of good if it weren't all so annoying.<br/><br/>As we walk across the quad, I renew my stoicism, looking straight ahead, ignoring the gawkers and cameras.  The professor has a quick pace, however, and I can't keep up and press my thighs together enough; the papers want to unravel and fall out if I keep this up.<br/><br/>"Um," I lean forward to tap his shoulder before he gets out of reach, "<strong>just give me a second to <em>situate</em> myself</strong>.  Unless, of course, you've helped me enough with my research and I can simply carry the tests for you?"