A few days earlier I had met up with an old school chum, and we went into the city to mingle with the throng of shoppers.We were in a store and I reme...mber standing off from Alexandra and noting her rigidity, as she stood bolt upright, not moving just standing head and shoulders above all around her.I thought at first she was doing some mental arithmetic or counting off relatives and friends she needed to buy for, but there was something in her expression that made me pause, so I started to push. She was twenty, going on seventeen.But it wasn't Friday night football she was going head for when each school week came to its end. It was my apartment. We both had plenty of homework (even though third-year law school turned out to be a relative breeze compared to the first two years), but we had reserved Friday nights and Saturday mornings for our weekly reunions — spelled O-R-G-I-E-S — in my bedroom. The only difficult part was forcing ourselves to get back to Real World business for the. ”“I’ll want to take a shower but I don’t know what to do about my hair. You wouldn’t have a hair dryer or shower cap, would you?”“Sorry,” I replied.“Guys have it so easy.”“I do have a bathtub. You can clip your hair in a bun and it won’t get wet.”“Hmm ... I’ll take you up on that offer. I haven’t had a bath in ages. My apartment only has a standing shower.”I began kissing her shoulders and the base of her neck. “This feels nice,” she said. She took my hand, kissed the back of it and then held. ' Melvin looked at me and said 'you ain't even a compass cop, let my dick go...' With out hesitation I stroked his penis twice as his glaze soften. 'If you want that all you have to do is ask for it...' Melvin mumbled. I looked at him and sheepishly said '...where do we go, I don't have a place here.' Melvin clutched my wrist that held his penile shaft and said 'keep working, we don't have to go that far.' Melvin lead me into one of the dorms boiler rooms, he must have used it before for he.