Complex, and with typical undergrad ingenuity, someone had hooked up a couple of guitar amps to their mobile phone and backed in a Toyota Hilux ute an... filled the tray with ice, domestic beer, and both types of pre-mixed drinks: Jim-Beam-and-Coke AND Johnny-Walker-and-Coke. Awesome! Just what it was like when I was an undergrad. I could come back in fifty years and they might have a new ute, but everything else would be the same. In their defence, the type of girls who typically come to these. Alice was a pretty girl.Alice was a smart girl.Alice had more friends than anyone else in the entire school.Her only problem was that whenever she did something that grownups were unhappy with, her only response would be,"It's not my fault!"She was so convinced that she had to be right about everything that the very idea that she might be wrong was impossible for her to consider.Sometimes it would be something simple like when she rang the dismissal bell to help the teacher and it was five. I started to wonder how they knew they were my clothes until it hit me that I was the only one that actually unpacked. Lenny had been living out of his suitcase. I was stripped and my pants were searched. The only things in my pockets were my room keys, wallet, some change and my cell phone. My wallet only had my school ID card, a fifty dollar prepaid Visa card, debit card and cash.Once they seemed to have sanitized the room, one of them made a call from his cell phone. A minute later someone. “Ano... My name is Kisoku, but my friends call me Mujitsu. “Aa sou desu ka! My name is Fujoshi, but everyone calls me Beri. Douzo yoroshiku! And now if you would excuse me, I need to go to the toilet!” “Chotto! I’ll come too!”We both casually walked down to the end of the coridor as the red faded from our cheeks. “Sumimasen.” I spoke and threw open the door and ran quickly into the nearest cubicle. I ripped off my skirt and thrust my hands deep inside me, ushing a gentle moan.Suddenly Mujitsu.