Sorry.”Lauren said sternly and with a voice that carried so much authority, “Don’t say sorry. You need to pay for your incompetent driving.”I ...was so taken aback. “Of course, Lauren. Erm, how much?”Lauren said an angry, “Huh! Not with money but with your bottom.”“My bottom?” I asked in total surprise.Lauren stormed past me and into my dining room. I followed her, feeling unsure and apprehensive. Then I saw the wooden-backed paddle hairbrush she put on the dining table. She turned a chair into. .fucking turrets, by the doors. One-thousand RPM. No mercy!!" That's a plan." With passcodes, otherwise-" she made a "whoosh" and whistling soundlike a plane dropping bombs, which didn't make sense at the time, butnow that I think about it she did see the bomber jacket I was wearingand, with her being distracted by the intense pain, that probablycrossed a wire somewhere. "And I'm gonna have one for me, and one foryou, and one for Alan, maybe-" Are you sure you don't want any booze?" Maybe. But I had a bf, come to think of it he had a gf too. Oh, and he was a coworker! Stalemate. So we flirted like teenagers for months, sometimes ignoring each other, sometimes following each other room to room. Sometimes I did it without noticing, he had this ass that was so easy to walk behind. It was almost uncomfortable, some nights I would avoid him to stop it from escalating. Then I would catch him looking at me like that and end up fingering my pussy on my break. Me, in a break room. Still, she was not the only Bostonian at Dartmouth. She even encountered a summer cabinmate. Also, a college campus is a college campus. Before her first class, Elspeth was settled in. The instructor was late. Almost five minutes after class was supposed to begin, a large, unkempt woman, with long black hair rushed through the door. She threw her bookbag on a chair and grabbed some chalk. On the board, she wrote: Sociology-521 Dr. Siobhan Richards. Elspeth watched with an icy lump growing in.