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Sandra

Karen and I were together as an item for most of that first semester. She broke up with me after Christmas, saying she wanted to see other people, and we drifted apart after that. We still saw each other around campus, of course, but like so many others in the dorms, we just became acquaintances who used to have sex. I spent the rest of my freshman year being more or less of a male slut, trying to bed any girl I could. When the semester ended, a lot of people went home for the summer, but I managed to secure a summertime job on campus, so I stuck around. The summer was fairly quiet. I worked my job, took a class during the summer session, and got ready for the next full year of classes. The day after classes started in the fall, I was sitting in my room, doing a little bit of reading, when someone knocked on my door. I got up, opened the door, and couldn't believe my eyes when standing there in the hallway with a shy smile on her face, was Sandra. It took a few seconds for it to register with me who she was, but when she said, &#034Hi, Tom,&#034 it sank in, and my eyes opened wide with surprise. &#034Sandra!&#034 I started, &#034What are you doing here? Are you okay?&#034 She stood in the hallway and explained that she'd enrolled in classes at Humboldt and had moved into a dorm room a couple buildings over last weekend. She looked basically the same as I remembered her from high school—about the same 5'7&#034 height, long blonde hair, blue eyes, still a very nice ...

... figure…if I had to guess, I would have said her breasts were a little larger than I remembered, but I wasn't sure. &#034Actually, Tom,&#034 she said kind of quietly, &#034today was kind of rough. I wanted to talk to someone, but it was a little weird thinking about telling my roommate, and I don't know anyone else here, and I was getting kind of freaked out when I remembered that you came up here last year, so I thought maybe we could talk?&#034 When she stopped and looked at me expectantly, I suddenly realized that she was still standing in the hallway, and that snapped me out of my surprise a little bit. &#034Oh, sure. Yeah, come on in,&#034 I said, and stepped aside to let her in. For the briefest moment as she moved past me, I half expected to see Micah following behind her; when he didn't, I closed the door and turned to face Sandra. She moved in and stood in the middle of the room, more nervous than I could ever remember seeing her. I pulled my roommate's chair away from his desk and sat down, offering Sandra my own chair. &#034I didn't even know you were looking at coming here,&#034 I said. &#034When did you decide on Humboldt?&#034 &#034I dunno,&#034 she said, &#034I wasn't even thinking about college, but my mom and dad and I started fighting last year, and they said I had to get out of the house one way or the other. I could go to college and they'd pay for it, or I could just move out. I finally applied here after I'd missed the deadlines on a lot of other schools.&#034 ...