" She got up and made her way upstairs. "Alison!?" Chad shouted out to her but got no answer. He heard her doorslam shut. Chad got up and finishe... decorating the house, the whole time yelling athimself for fucking things up. As he was doing his last chore, he heardhis parents come through the door. "Hey honey." Michelle said. "Where's Aunt Alison?" "Uh, she wasn't feeling too good so she went upstairs. She said shedidn't sleep much last night, so I guess she was just tired." He. The liquid was bitter and the odour was a little foul but intoxicatingly manly.After I had licked Frank's crack and balls clean, I lifted my head to find the colonel face inches from me smiling. He tousled my hair as if I had done something extremely pleasing and proud. I had crossed over a great line of sexual deviation to show him that I could be just as, if not more perverted than he. I succeeded.The colonel started the contagious laugh and congratulated us on our sexual hijinks and prowess.. I got to my work emails first, followed by messages from my mother … all three of them … and then Robert. ‘When do you have time to get together? I have a surprise for you,’ his message read. Surprise? What could that be? A raging eight-inch hard-on? I’ve had two-and-a-half days filled with surprises of the most unbelievable kind, but I knew as soon as I got on that plane … by myself … it would be over until the next time, whenever that would be. Robert had filled in the time with great laughs. In my first week as a freshman, I have noticed there are TWO types of women attending classes; those who view college as grade 13 in high school and those who were ignored by the clique when they were seniors. Grade 13 insists on class order: she who commands the lunchroom commands the school.You can sit with us.You can’t sit with us.You can sit with the jocks.You belong with the stoners.EWW! Nerds!Those girls dressed ... fashionably. If it was “in style” for their age group, one of them was.