What should we do about it?” Bethany giggled.“Let’s worry about that later, ladies,” I said. “Let’s go check out the dorm!”“Chicken!�... Pam teased.We walked the mile or so to Johnson Street and found the building. There was someone at the desk who did indeed have the ability to give Bethany a tour. The building was eight stories tall, and each floor was divided into a male and a female wing. There was a communal bathroom in each wing. The rooms were modest, but the building looked clean and well. "I told ya youze was gonna enjoy this!"I smiled over at him. Costa's girlfriend or wife or whatever must be gonna come in. Give him a post-workout rubdown and maybe a bit more before he hit the showers.Costa started pulling his t-shirt off and I realised this had actually been filmed in our campus gym. It must be on a Wednesday evening when they run rugby training sessions and stuff like that.Costa turned round and I saw he was talking to someone. I kind of hoped it might be one of the female. Hey, she speaks. I never knew she had such a voice. Her husky whisper sent thrills to my brain, both upper and lower, threatening to provide rather embarrassing evidence. Suddenly something struck me; she never spoke to me before. Why had she suddenly decided to speak to me now?"Now go back. You will return soon enough, my child."As soon as she said that, my feet felt light and every step raised me upwards as well as forward. It must've looked like I was climbing an invisible staircase. Then. Never been there, but it looks good from the outside,’ Troy said. His removed his coffee mug and tossed the cup with the grounds. ‘It’s decent on the inside, too,’ Dawson said. He took Troy’s place at the coffee maker. ‘Haven’t seen so many people in my family at one time in probably five years.’ ‘Cool.’ Troy nodded. Dawson was a lot that Troy wasn’t: suburban, upper-middle class, graduate of a private college. He was willing to bet that Dawson’s biggest problem growing up was figuring out.