’ ‘But I’ve just started college!’ Angie Potter explained. ‘I don’t plan on marrying till after graduate school!’ ‘I know it’s tough... Angie. I went through it–am going through it–myself. I don’t go out much, but I still have the same pressures.’ He paused. ‘I . . . I sometime wish I could get married temporarily, so I could have sex morally for a few years, then get divorced if one of us met someone we really loved.’ He stopped to read her expression. Unsure, he said, ‘Uh, I guess you probably. ........... Naw. I don't. But still. Makes me a sad panda.FINALLY. I am sorry about the stories format but copying pasting from rtf doesnt really help with the reading structure.... and I am not personally fixing that. Not yet. I had successful parents, and in other words, my position in Kelly College as well as the disgraced "Beckys", was secure. Not only was my place in this school secure, but I also had benefits. My dorm room was large, which I shared with my friend Alex, a German boy whom. '' I said shaking my head. ''That's alright.'' She replied.We started talking, and we got on well. After a few more drinks, I glanced at the clock it was midnight. ''Look at the time. I best go....'' Before I could finish my sentence, she kissed me. ''I'm sorry but I...'' She kissed me again only this time she put her tongue in my mouth. It took me a second to get used to it but I did. We tongue wrestled for what seemed ages. When we pulled away, her eyes was full of sexual desire. She jumped. I nodded to a few of our new friends who I recognized as they danced past us. Then, a young local man appeared just behind Catherine. He smiled at me and kept on dancing, just a few feet behind her. As the dance floor became crowded and busy, I looked up to see him dancing close up behind Catherine as she danced in her high heels in front of me. As the younger guy got closer and closer I smiled at him again. He looked like a local teenager, perhaps 18-years-old, with shaggy blonde hair and a.