Rachelle’s voice plays across the line,

“Come on over, won’t you?”

Rachelle, a 19 year old sophomore at the local community college,
has a way of obtaining her desires…

“Sure, I’ll be by in about a half and hour…”

“And bring some smoke?”

“Ok, See ya”

We both came from the same small town, though I had not lived there long,
to a city of 200,000, supposedly to get a college degree. Albeit that
alone could have formed the basis of an alliance, Rachelle had caught my
eye well before I learned our future plans held common elements.

I had made her friendship a primary goal, though I certainly wouldn’t
have objected to intimate companionship. After we each had a chance to
get settled into our new surroundings, I called to ask her over;
to party, see my space and whatever came up.

Being new to the area, I had chosen to spend the first semester in
the Dorms. Much to my suprise, by the 4th week of classes, the whole
first floor began a regular routine of partying togethar on the weekends.