It was still the middle of the afternoon, and I had no plans to go out till the evening. Rosemary went and made us a pot of tea, and we spent some tim... just talking. I asked her if she had been with many women, she was obviously uncomfortable with my question. She looked away and muttered, “No,” then suddenly said, “Does it matter?” “No, not at all,” I assured her, after all I was just making small talk. Still I had noticed her underwear was just plain white cotton, and wondered about the. She and Kim had agreed on that, so before she went into their dorm room she paused and pried her shoes off before gently testing the door knob.It was unlocked, the way they usually left it. Dorm theft wasn't much of a problem in this year of 1967. The worst that usually happened was a raid on stashed cookies from home. Everyone on this floor was pretty well acquainted and could be counted on to turn a blind eye to the smuggling of a boyfriend to a room. Not that she expected it, but the. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They. “30 min more, see you in the living room” was all it said.“Great, only a half hour left to wait,” Seth thought as he put down the phone. Getting dressed, he slipped into a nice pair of white fitted boxers, the stretchy material forming around his substantial package attractively. He went to his closet and pulled out the suit bag with his new clothes. He pulled on the crisp white shirt his mother had picked out, and followed that up with the trim-fitting pants of his new navy suit. A pair of tan.