We were walking along in different directions at college. We bumped into each other and one look at her and I was hooked. I just stared, then had to a...ologize for staring, but she was so beautiful. She nodded like she was used to it and I introduced myself. We talked for a moment and I asked if I could take her out if she didn't have a boyfriend. She said she just happened to be in-between boyfriends so yes she would go out with me. Later she told me she didn't usually go out with someone after. After that, I brushed my teeth and then took another blanket. I went to sleep next to Liz, who was in a deep sleep on her side with her back turned to me.When I woke up, it was still dark, and for a second I could not remember what had happened. Then I could see the young girl, still snoring slightly, in the bed next to me. Her light brown hair was messed, and her face was pretty if not beautiful. One of her breasts was exposed, and for a moment I admired it and its smallish areola.Then I. " "It feels just like my breast!" "Do you know what you're doing to him?" "I'm loving him!" "No, you're not. You're killing him. Don't you feel him struggle?" "Leave me alone Doctor. Please.. Just give me this little time alone. Please.. You don't understand." "She's completely obsessed." "It's fooled her reproductive system. She even believes it's love." "Belief? Belief! You call this belief!? A fucking murder!" "Calm down.. calm down.. we're all scientists here." "This is unbelievable. I want. She found way that he looked into her eyes and study her features almost unbearably exciting. He volunteered that he was a fan of Charles Bukowski which made her blush. She was also a fan, but she never let anyone else know because his sometimes raunchy prose didn’t fit well with her prim and proper image. She confided in him that she also enjoyed Bukowski. After selecting and checking out with the student assistant, he approached her again, thanked her, and shook her hand. His hand was very.