Nearly scared me to death. I looked at the screen. A number I didn't recognise and four words. Go have fun Rob. I checked the number with the card Nic...ole had given me. It matched. I gestured to the barman, signed for the drinks and headed upstairs.As I walked along the corridor from the elevator to my room I have to admit I was keeping an eye out for thugs. I got to my door and found it being held open on the latch. I pushed it open and instinctively called, "Hello". There was no immediate. "How's it going?" Not bad. How was your first class?" Easy. I hate that we have to take all those liberal arts crap classes. I could sleep through philosophy and still get an A." I know what you mean," I nodded. "I still needed my gym requirement and the only thing left open was weightlifting."That sent Melanie in to a titter of laughter. "You! Weightlifting? I've always been surprised that you could manage to lift a pencil." She reached over and easily wrapped her hand around my arm. My pulse. Did I sing it?"The torture never stops". She sings along with it. Moves to the trusts.I can't help laughing as we sing our song - a new favourite, isn't it?Stella Maris in a concious state of mind has a different song-line on top.Also from Frank Zappa. Being very pretty, she loves a line from an oldie."What's the ugliest part of your body": "... Some say your nose.Some say your toes. I think it's your mind". A dirty one is a joy forever.Stella Maris sings along for long, coming continuingStella. Who could fail to be impressed with her tight red skirt clinging around invisible panties, showing more leg than a swimming costume. She really was clever, but she knew how to add a few points to her scores too. Tulsa was on a scholarship from the Donald Trump Foundation; as she had explained a few times to ‘ugly dykes with shaven heads’ (or feminists, as other people called them), she hadn’t even met the man, so having a body to die for made no difference to her application. She had won, fair.