”Shanna’s presentation was about the community engagement of gender-variant populations living in public housing. The event was sponsored by the D...epart of Gender & Sexuality Studies. Her doctoral program was an interdisciplinary drawing on the fields of sociology, social work, & urban studies.It was some academic ivory-tower bullshit Zavier thought initially. This information wasn’t going to make the city or economy run. He knew Shanna was smart, but as he listened, he connected the dots of her. When he could speak again, Bob reminded them, "When we get back to campus, we leave all this weekend in the treehouse... our secret, agreed?" Agreed," laughed the rest in unison. Inside, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief.The rest of the afternoon was filled with relaxation and conversation. Last night's grass smoking had dulled everyone's memories a bit, but by the time everyone had recounted the evening's excitements, each person's mental images of the night before were lucid. As a result, each. “Chrissy brought over twelve naked friends to swim in the pool. I know girls get horny, you’ve met Bambi, but still. I think they were worse than any guys I have hung around at my school. None of them raped me or even molested me, but they made sure I knew they were horny and what they wanted to do with me. I so know how Darren felt walking naked on the pool deck at the resort last year. I felt like a piece of raw meat dangling over a pit full of hungry lionesses. You could have told me that. ‘You don’t look like a novice yourself.’ ‘Every day since I was fourteen,’ she said. We embraced spontaneously, despite our shaking and stickiness. But I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah, the shady bookshop. After that we stopped at a bar and had a couple of drinks. We talked a lot, about seemingly everything in the universe. In what seemed like half an hour at most it had gone from early evening to midnight, so we decided to call it quits. The subway ride home was silent. We were both thinking, I.