Actually, the idea was sounding more and more attractive the more I thought about it.Actually, the idea was sounding more and more attractive the more I thought about it. Men are more fun than vibrators, after all, and either one is better than sitting around a wet bathroom with no clothes and nothing to do. With that in mind, I took another look at him. He was medium height, kind of weedy looking, although not quite to the level of scrawny. He had dark, straight hair and glasses. Not my idea of a dream stud, but quite acceptable, especially given that the glasses were reasonably fashionable, and not held together with electrical tape. "Upstairs, you said?" He pointed down the hall behind me. "First door on the left at the top." As I started up the stairs in front of him, he added "I'm Mark, by the way." Thinking fast, I told him my name was Betty. I didn't think it was likely, but just in case he decided to try to track me down later, I didn't want to make it easy for him. Betty was actually the name of the TA who taught my Calculus class. She had just handed back a test that day, and I was none to pleased with my D. I entertained a brief fantasy of Mark calling every Betty in the campus phone book, and bugging her, preferably at 3 a.m. I reached the top of the stairs and opened the door on the left. "Would you get the light?" Mark said. "It's on a string in the middle of the room." I took a couple of steps forward, waving my arms to find the string. Just as I found it, I heard the door close behind me. |