At Kennesaw State, the course was offered at a few times and one of them was a three-hour marathon offering on Monday evening from 6-9PM. In the summer in Georgia, this could almost be called a day course since the sun was barely primed to set when she got out of class each night -at least those nights near the end of June and in early July.
This class involved 2 hours of lecture and ended with 1 hour of computer lab down the hall, each of the 11 sessions that semester. Trisha wanted to blend in with the crowd, get through the class, and return to her main school, the Univ. of Georgia, in August. This was not going to be a time to be social and make a lot of new friends - she did not think there would be much opportunity anyway.
For her first day of class, Trisha wanted to look nice, despite the temptation to dress very casual, to better endure the over 90 degree humid heat. This heat wave had enveloped the city, which was also in the middle of a severe drought and led to strict water conservation measures. She chose to wear a red, Univ. of Georgia t-shirt, a pair of light gray shorts and a pair of medium-heeled red silk mules that were about the same color as her shirt.
The first couple of hours of the class were spent in the lecture hall. This was a room with 7 rows of 8 seats with an aisle down the middle - splitting the room in 16 sets of 4 seats together. The room was sloped like a theater but fairly steep so each person had a good view of the front of the room. All students had to enter at the bottom by the instructor's desk and walk up steps of the middle aisle to get to their seat.
Trisha arrived for her first class, on time and walked about 3 rows up and took a seat on the edge of the middle aisle. The instructor, Mr. Caruso, started class with the usual syllabus and introductions to the course material. Trisha settled into class and crossed her right leg over her left and immediately began to dangle her red mule on the end of her foot.
Mr. Caruso, a recently divorced man in his late thirties took an immediate notice to dangling Trisha. Her bouncing red mule brightened the room much like Rudolph on Christmas Eve. He was a professional and a man of honor so he knew he could do nothing but enjoy the view. She was, in his opinion, the most attractive student in his class (just on looks alone) and he also really had a thing for ladies who dip and dangle their shoes. Therefore Trisha was the best of both worlds to him. Trisha considered Mr. Caruso as merely her instructor. She never gave a second thought to him otherwise, so the thought to test his tolerance for shoe play, as she had done with Chuck over the weekend, never entered her mind.
A few times during his lecture, Mr. Caruso became distracted because of Trisha's dangling and stumbled over his lecture words. His biggest obstacle was when Trisha dropped her shoe into the aisle during a unusually strong dangle. Not wanting to cause a disruption, she let it lie there for a couple of minutes before stretching out and reaching down to replace it on her foot. Trisha was so busy taking notes and listening to the lecture, that she had no idea of the impact she was having on her instructor.
The third hour, Mr. Caruso led the way down the hall to the computer lab, where his students would learn how to use spreadsheets and planning tools. Trisha made a quick stop in the restroom, as did a few others, and when she arrived in the computer lab, the only two available seats were on the front row.
The computer lab was a simple room, longer than wide, with an aisle down the middle and foldout tables arranged on each side to hold 2 computers on each side. Each computer was to be shared by two students. Trisha took her seat on the right side and automatically became lab partners with Tracey, a local full-time student at Kennesaw State who was majoring in Accounting.
Mr. Caruso had not planned things this way, but he was pleased to be able to watch Trisha’s shoeplay an extra hour each session. She was equally as aggressive of a dipper and dangler seated at the computer as she was sitting in the lecture hall.
During lab, Mr. Caruso had the opportunity to walk around and chat with the students and help them through their projects. He enjoyed chatting with Trisha and discovered that she had the typical shoe dangler personality - from what he had encountered, nice and outgoing - maybe a touch ditzy.
Near the end of the first lab, Trisha and Tracey’s computer went down and they called over to the instructor to fix their system. Mr. Caruso was pleased to get down on the floor to check the wiring and the connections to the computer. During all of this, Trisha continued to dangle furiously - Mr. Caruso found the problem immediately, but he waited at least 30 seconds to resolve it so he could enjoy the show.
At the table behind Trisha was a guy named Bruce. He witnessed her shoeplay that day and thought she would be a good shoe customer for him at Parisian. After the first lab, he struck up a conversation. Bruce soon found out her new job at Wachovia Bank required pumps or slingbacks and forbade mules or slides. Before long, he had given her a business card and invited her to come into the store to get some new shoes. Trisha soon became a faithful customer becasue of the attention and discounts he was willing to give her.
Throughout the rest of the hot and dry summer, Trisha dressed casually but nice and wore eleven different pairs of eye-catching dip- and dangle-friendly backless shoes to the eleven lectures and labs at Kennesaw State. She did not plan it that way. Trisha simply had several dozen pairs to choose from and liked to rotate between as many of them as possible. Trisha wore flat-heeled, backless mules and open-toed, toe-nail polish revealing slides of various colors, a couple of her more comfortable pairs of thong sandals and both white and tan exercise sandals. Each week, Mr. Caruso had another object to enjoy being dipped and dangled. He never said anything to Trisha about her shoeplay, of course, and she never did catch on to this secret enjoyment. She did make an 'A' but honestly earned it through her success in completing her lab and outside assignments and making a good grade on both the midterm and the final. Mr. Caruso was not unique. He was simply one of several male instructors and professors that Trisha would unknowingly tease during her college career both at Kennesaw State and mainly at the University of Georgia.
[Author’s note: This story uses Kennesaw State University and specifically a course in Accounting Information Systems simply to add an element of realism to the story. The characters in this story any way representative of any known student of faculty member.]
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