Thanks for the kind words, but this situation more or less fell into my lap. Stacey already knew me before she clobbered my car, and she was comfortable with me. I'd previously complimented her on her feet, so my offer didn't entirely surprise her. It took some courage to ask, but the fact that I knew her helped to break the ice.
The fact that Stacey was uninsured and couldn't afford to have this accident reported to the police or my insurance company also heavily weighed in my favor. She said my terms were more than reasonable, and she was happy to comply. She also felt badly about the damage done to my car. She didn't know that I planning to get rid of it at the end of the school year... a friend was going to enter it in a demolition derby. I didn't tell her that part because I knew it might undermine our agreement.
Stacey was roughly 5'6, with an athletic figure. She was heavily involved with the athletic department, and she had excellent muscle tone. Her feet and toes were nicely shaped, and she always kept her nails painted in some shade of red or pink. She had a very sweet disposition, and she was remarkably approachable... not a common trait among cute girls at my school.
My encounters with Stacey were wonderful. One of my favorite experiences with her came on Chancellor’s Day... an annual campus observance where retired chancellors return to campus to receive various awards and honors. She was sitting at a secluded picnic table behind the campus commons, and she was wearing a sexy blouse, blue-jean skirt, and a pair of expensive, fashionable combat boots. It was almost challenging for her to take them off because there were so many straps and laces that had to be undone, but she was quite cooperative. This was one of those occasions when I tickled her senseless and concluded the encounter with a foot massage.
