“Yeah, be at my room at 6:30 tonight.”The redheaded lass was lying in bed, doing everything she could to not think about Xavier. She didn’t even...know why she was in her dorm room, she wasn’t actually sick. Oh well, she only had another two classes that day, and after hearing what happened, her teachers would probably be lenient. She could at least use this time to study. About to reach for a textbook, the buzzing of her collar drew a sigh of annoyance. Damn it, this was the fifth time. Oh well,. A shiver ran up and down his spine as he lifted the hangar fromthe rack and turned to face Heather, a question in his eyes.'That's a very pretty dress, Steven. I think you'll love it!"Steven hugged the dress to his body as he watched Jim sort through theremaining garments. Steven felt a warmth in his groin as his hands pressedagainst the dress he had selected. His mind was spinning, thoughts scatteringlike drops of water bouncing on an over-heated skillet. Fragments of wordsspun through his. The swirls of the smoke, circle in light curls. “Now tell me, what’s your story? As great as last night was, you don’t seem like the type to have one-night-stands.” I look at him, before reaching out and taking his cigarette. I smile and take a long drag. The nicotine fills my lungs, before slowly blowing outwards. I start to tell him about last night, what happened and what I had walked in on. He listens quietly, nodding every so often. All the while, we share his cigarette. Once I’m done, he. “Got it,” she exclaimed, coming nearly bodily out of that large suitcase with a black, spandex short with legs about mid-thigh long. She handed the short to Brett, then said, “We’ll do this like we did yesterday. We’ll face the wall so you can try that on.”“Yes, my love.”Gracey stared at him for a few seconds, then pulled him into a tight hug for a few more, released him, then asked, “You love me?”“Yes, Gracey, I do. Although I’ve not spent much time with Celeste, so I haven’t fallen.