Karen was an open book, confiding her frustration about her marriage. Matt, told her about his wife of 3 years, and the troubles they were having. ...They even exchanged pictures. It was all so nice, so innocent. He was the breath of fresh air that she needed in her life. No pressures, no innuendos, simply friendship. This went on for a couple of months before losing touch with each other during the holidays. Around mid-February, Matt finally contacted Karen. “Hello friend,” he. ’ I glanced at my watch, it was getting on towards 2AM. Could I gracefully refuse? The evening really had seemed to have energised her, I guessed that being out on her own at night was an entirely new experience for her. I didn’t seem to have much choice. ‘Sure, why not.’ I agreed, trying to sound as enthused as she was. She had parked her chair in it’s usual spot between the bed and the window her desk was under. I picked her up, if not with practised ease at least with some measure of. The app claims their distance is less than 500ft. I stand there a moment holding my phone, thinking, contemplating my next move. I move to the door and watch through the hole, I see the same man I spoke to leaving and shutting the door behind him.“Fuck it.” I say aloud as I open my door to step out.I cross the short hallway to 3A, I knock on the door three times. I’m nervous, unsure of how they will react. I never messaged them on the app, not sure how they will react to some random guy just. “Shoot!” Harry said. “I could come over and help you with that math problem, if you want me to.”“Math problem?” I asked.“I’m P.O.S. I think I can help you with the problem,” Harry stated. I got the message. He had [P]arents [O]ver the [S]houlder.“That might be good,” I allowed.“I’ll see if my mom or dad can drive me over to your house,” Harry said. “They’re nodding yes. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”Harry arrived a few minutes later, carrying his math book and notebook. He headed straight to.