Too quiet. Sad, really. I lay on the bed, thinking about the upcoming semester. I had no idea what I was going to do. I'd registered for classes rathe... haphazardly, not actually expecting to be back to take them. Funny how dreams of life with Alicia had taken over. Now I was back, and I was alone.It didn't hurt so much. More the throbbing ache of an old injury. Not enough pain to prevent me from eventually drifting off to sleep.The next morning I awoke to brightness and broil. I'd forgotten to. Our chatting now started at late nights.Every night at 10 pm, she started to message me, and we were chatted for almost midnight. In this way, she shared everything. Now we became so close that every night I also waited for her message. Now we became close friends, and I started feeling something for her. This happened almost for a month.Now she became very much bored in her house as there was no one to whom she could speak freely. So she told her family to send her to my home. So she came. “But she has such a nice car.” I told him, trying to deflect my slight embarrassment with a little humor. He told me her name was Jeanine. She was married. Her husband of two years worked construction somewhere in the mid-west. And for the last two years she had been the secretary to the guy responsible for implementing this new concept in dorm living. I looked closer and saw the wedding ring. I assumed that the guy next to me had sought to dissuade me from anything beyond just looking because. Sometimes she would playfully turn her back to me, pull down her panties, look over shoulder at me with a naughty smile as she opened her ass cheeks and showed me her cute little puckered asshole, then she would grab a bottle of lube and smile over her shoulder as I watched her lube her ass in preparation for letting me have my way with her gorgeous ass.Perhaps the camper mirror episode that she thought was so much fun is what lead her to discover that the mirror in the bathroom was low enough.