I figured I’d just go for a drink and if I met a guy or two I’d fuck them and then go home.I got dressed up in a T-shirt and short catholic school...girls red chequered skirt and left home with a long coat to cover my outfit. I climbed out of the taxi and waited for him to rive off. I stood in front of the black door and knocked on it with my fist.When the door opened the bouncer looked down at me. He was over 6 ft tall, black and in his 30s. “Do you know what this place is love?”I nodded. He. “Hey, Freddy, look over there! It’s our good friend David, and it seems as if he misses us and wants to come to give us a couple of friendly handshakes...”“No, shit! Well, well, hey there, buddy! How’s it hanging? We’d invite you to come play some baseball with us later; we’ve got a league match tonight, but we’d hate to see you get arrested for breaching your restraining order,” Freddy said to me with a patronizing smile.“Hmmm, yeah, how unfortunate! I’d love to play a game with him, but now. Dollar signs were flashing in the eyes of Dan Berg, President of RPI. Berg was a non-entity as far as I was concerned, but I was hoping to get him to offer the coeds both to me and Marilyn.When I was at Rensselaer, the President was a zero named Richard Grosh. To be fair, I’m sure he was a nice guy, and beloved by his dog, but as far as the students were concerned, he was a nobody. Our senior year, 1977, however, he was replaced by a real superstar, a guy named George Low. Low was an RPI grad. She was kissing my ears and neck. I was really turned on. In turn. I was slowly rubbing her vagina over her shorts. We reached the hotel around 11 pm and checked in to our room. At the last moment, I had booked a huge room which was like a junior suite.She really liked the room and gave me a long kiss before I could even keep the keys on the table. I was kneading her ass as we kissed. I went for a quick shower in the room. As I came out, I could hear the TV playing some music in the living.