..umm, from the Student Center?" I called throughthe solid hunk of dormitory-grade fire resistant wood.There was no response. I knocked again and wait...d. Still nothing. Ofcourse not, it was a Saturday and what are the odds someone as hot as herwould be sitting around with nothing to do. I was about to turn and headback to the elevator when I caught a shadow quickly pass across thedoor's peephole.I then found myself doing something I never would normally, being moreforward towards a stranger. She drifts to her knees, like a flickering strand of gleaming satin; she slides her knees wide exposing her heat to the Master, her back arching, breasts lifted high and her nipples peaked. Her head lowered, hands falling to her thighs palms facing the sky. He remains seated watching as her rebellion finally conquered but her spirit intact as she kneels before him. He waits a few minutes just glancing at the vision before him. Then moving over to her petite form, standing directly in front. I hate funerals, and always did. I saw too many of my friends and comrades buried, in too many countries to mention. Like you, we never left a comrade behind, but we didn't have the luxury of being able to ship their bodies home. Good night, every one, I will see you in the morning."When I got up, there was silence around the table. I headed to my room, to try to forget all of the previous funerals I was remembering, and to settle my jitters about going tomorrow. I got about a third of the way. Days where really boring until one day my Angel arrived to my batch.Initially we had to introduced our self to the class guess that’s a common thing that happens in every organization. I had my eyes fixed on her from the way she walked to the way her hand moves her curves wow just made me get an hard on kinda like the dusky babes they get you real horny boys do tell me if I’m wrong.So a week went by and I was eye balling her from all sorts of ways. During lunch during discussion during meetings.