"Why, yes I did!" replied Bobby, having surfed the school's web site together with Collette many times by now."Well, there's only twenty seven dorms o... campus, so it shouldn't take too long to find mine," Collette said cheerfully."You know, I have this, uh, baseball game later," Bobby reminded her. "I don't think the coach would be happy if I walked 10 miles before the game." Baseball, shmaysh-ball," Collette replied. "We have to find my dorm, and the horse shoe," she said factually. "That'll. Cursory self-evaluation complete, everything unaltered and in place.Only losses gear and clothing, which are expendable. I start folding toplace them aside for further investigation.Then I look back up and see that those assholes are back to staring.What the hell is their problem, anyway? Only Johnson's not looking,apparently engrossed by something else. I hear a crackling noise. Thespeakers, which automatically shut down during the unreality breach, areback on.Johnson speaks. "Bernard?. She had brown hair and a gorgeous face. She had almond-shaped green eyes. She was tall and was blessed with a nice chest. She'd come to the shop right before closing and would order a strawberry ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles. She was older than Jerry, probably in her early twenties. The girl just oozed sex. She'd wear short mini-skirts and tight shirts with no bra. She'd wear her cowgirl boots and lick her ice cream cone very seductively. It was the highlight of Jerry's nights. She. She was trim and athletic, with beautiful golden locks, cute-as-a-button features, and a mischievous grin that she could summon on demand. I looked her over, jealously admiring the firm curve of her rump that strained the limits of her impossibly tight little skirt. I was fit and shapely myself, but damn -- that blonde just had one of those perfectly tight little asses that even a fellow girl couldn’t help but longingly admire. I let my gaze linger, mentally undressing her and wishing I had.