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When I got to college, I was the only freshman in the senior dorm. I had planned to go to another school but at the last minute I changed my mind.
Richards Institute where I had originally planned to go had a wonderful fine arts program, which was my field; but I had been accepted at
Rodgers University, and when push came to shove I just couldn't give up the opportunity to go to one of the Big League schools. So by the time
I decided to go to Rodgers and applied for a room , the freshman dorms were all filled.
My father and my mother were all excited about Rodgers . It was a real prestige school, and maybe they were partially behind my decision to change my mind.
Also my father was really hoping I'd go on to business school and be a businessman like he was. He wasn't very thrilled with the whole fine arts thing.
I had to report to Rodgers on September eighth to get my room assignment and to sign up for the classes I would take. I decided on English, Ancient History,
Economics, Government and for my one fun course I picked Renaissance Painting 101.
Then my parents took me over to Bolt Hall where I would be staying. Room 305. My father helped me carry my bags, and as we were climbing the stairs to my room my mother ,
who complained about everything, began complaining that there was no elevator in the dorm. |
I opened the door with the key they had given me, and we entered the room . The first thing I saw was the big tall guy, who was obviously my new room mate, sitting with his
back against the pillows on one of the beds with his feet up. He was watching a small television across the room where they seemed to be playing football. He was tall and wiry.
His arms, shoulders and legs were almost too muscular, and they were very visible in the tight blue tee shirt which showed his defined chest,
and I think they call it his pectoral muscles. (I'm not that up on bones, muscles, nerves. All that anatomical information.)
He was wearing a pair of tight blue spandex shorts, which were very short, and outlined another prominent muscle, which I won't go into here.
This isn't that kind of a story. This is a college story. My new room mate had a strong face. You know the kind. High cheekbones, (I think those are cheekbones,)
sculptured jaw, solid chin. He was really good looking underage teen girls modeling
, though it bothers me when someone is better looking preteenfuck
than I am. He had thick black hair and a little bit of five
o'clock shadow. He was surveying me, and I noticed his eyes were a smoldering medium brown. He was kind of dangerous looking tab for boulevard of broken dream by green day
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"Hi. I'm Pepper Adams," he said, jumping up and extending his right hand teenhardcore
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"Gary Dean," I introduced myself and shook his hand ruger hand gun
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"Henry Dean," said my father, taking his hand preteen top 100 pic
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"Vicky," said my mother , smiling at him. "Is this your first day at college too?"
"Hell, no. I'm a senior," he answered. "This is the senior dorm. They told me I was going to have a late admission freshman in here because they had no room in
the freshman dorm. "Welcome to Rodgers , Gary," said Pepper.
"Thanks," I said.
"Let me help you unpack, darling," said my mother .
"No that's okay mm, I can do it." Pepper and I gave each other a conspiratorial look. Mothers. Yeah.
My parents invited Pepper to come to dinner with us, but he declined. He was having dinner with his girlfriend, Ingrid. So we drove sheet music for green day boulevard of broken dream
into town and had a nice meal
at the University Spa, which was considered to be the best restaurant in the whole area. After that my parents drove teengalleries
me back to the dorm, and went to their hotel room .
We were going to have breakfast together the next morning before they drove sisiru
home. |