“This is ridiculous,” declared Oscar frustrated beyond belief. They had just returned from the visit with his parents and had learned of their roo... assignments.“You can’t have Debbie as a roommate. She is rooming with another Chemistry major,” explained Oliver. He hadn’t expected to have this conversation with Oscar believing that he would have understood the reasons behind assigning roommates based on major.“I’m the only one majoring in Religious Studies, so how did I end up with Sandy?” asked. She felt bad about charging them for it and said if they lost it or used it to start a fire it would be fine with her.At the Pussycat Lounge they spent a long time deciding what to rent. The proprietor promised them that "Talk Dirty to Me" was an oldie but a goodie. It was made before Congress passed some stupid censorship laws about showing oral or vaginal penetration.Stan mixed a pitcher of "purple passions" and laced it with a heavier dose of vodka than usual. Bob did the same at his house.. .. And kinda cute, too.”“Please… not him. Anyone but him.”“We’ll see.” She giggled. ***We were suited up and ready at ten till eight. My fears about the cold were answered as we crunched our way to the pro shop. I was comfortable, even though the temperature was way below freezing. The chilled morning air made little puffs of smoke as we exhaled. My cheeks stung and made me feel like I’d been slapped. All morning we had avoided what was going to happen or might happen today. Before we went. Monica flexed her foot as if she were wearing high heels. He bent over and ran the feather on the underside of her right foot, slowly tracing a line up her calf. He moved the feather back down again, in a slow oval, inching higher with each rotation. “Slow enough for you?” “Oh, yes … yes.” “Remember, if you squirm or flinch, you get smacked.” “I remember.” Her voice sounded far away. He inched his way up, then suddenly moved to her left leg, with a sharp downward motion. She wasn’t expecting.