Not only was it a pastiche of Goethe's notions of the "eternal feminine" plus modern feminism, but the writing was bad. Trendy yet insubstantial. I we...t on to "'The Happy Prince' and The Happy Hypocrite: Two Myths." I only got two pages into it. It was worse than the Haggard. Alice seemed to pick article topics the way I'd pick canapes at a cocktail party: whatever looks OK, without regard for content.Wilde and Beerbohm were linked by a chain of structuralism laced with dime-store. So three weeks went by quickly. I got adjusted to the new city and new college, they got adjusted to me being there, everything was going smoothly but I was still not able to find a decent place to move out to.One morning during my fourth week stay there, I had got ready and stepped out of my room for breakfast, I saw a man sitting in the front room talking to uncle. He was dark, muscular, in his 30’s and was wearing a blue colored shirt and black pants. “Who is that aunty”, I asked aunty.. We slowly grind to a halt as both our bodies are pleased with the short bolt of arousal that we both long for each time we see each other. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of you bearing down as another orgasm shot its way up your spine. My ear becoming part of the wood, but not pushing hard so as to not make a sound. My hand stroking my now hard cock thru the fabric. My mind quickly went to what images crossed your subliminal to make you so horny. Again I opened the door, this. When the room was set, we didn’t say a word. We opened our robes and removed them. Lynn surprised me by removing her wig showing her wonderful bald tattooed head. Something that most of our friends knew about but no one paid attention to since she always wore a blonde wig in public.We hugged each other and kissed and with our colored cords around our waists we walked naked back into the dining room. There were a few gasps from the group. Seeing three naked friends that had never been seen naked.