I explained that our wagon had broken down and the rest of the train had left while we were getting it fixed. Later our oxen had gradually died after ...ating something, so we had to leave our wagon in the hills and walk the last day. We had some gold I had panned while at a gold strike around Quebec some years earlier that I was willing to trade for some oxen and enough supplies to continue our trip. There was a lot of interest in the gold but when I mentioned that this was all that remained. ”“Hey, where’s your best friend? Wasn’t she supposed to be here?”“Going to Purdue,” I sighed. “And it’s a long story.”“All bullshit aside, if you need to talk, I’m here for you.”“Thanks.”When we finished moving everyone in, we all went to buy our books, and after the general grousing about the cost of the textbooks, we carried our purchases back to the dorm. Melody hadn’t been with us, so I decided to take the bull by the horns and go talk to her. I walked down the hallway to her room, happy. Rumour had it that Charlotte was really frigid. She had sex with only one person in her life. Her Ex. And she had never done anything other than straight sex. No oral, no anal, no foreplay, no nothing.“So what about sleeping arrangements then,” I curiously asked.“Tonight, if you don’t manage to lay Charlotte, which let’s face it Arthur, You’re highly unlikely to. Then you will crash here on the sofa, she can have the spare room. That is of course unless the frigid stunner decides she wants you. They didn’t hide much. Further, a close inspection, even from thirty feet away, showed that Helen was highly aroused and was leaking girl juice into the crotch of the underwear. There was a wet spot.Helen’s boobs, perfect hips, and narrow waist along with her perfect legs really caught the interest of the crowd of mostly male admirers. Dave and the dozen others from the Circle applauded. Owen leaned over to Dave and Kellie and said, “Wow! Where have you been hiding her?”Helen danced some more.