I always wondered what he saw in her. She wore her hair in a slick ponytail, spoke in quick, sharp sentences, and had ten different heels, all stilettos that clicked violently against the floor. She rarely said a kind word about anyone, including him. She refused any gift that cost less than fifty dollars.
I wondered, until I got to know him better. From afar, he was a senior with good teddy bear looks, like a friendly jock or a hot bio major. But then we were assigned as partners in Jacobs's Art in Life class (a blowoff for both of us, since we just needed the credits to fulfill our requirements and walk in May). After several hours in a library and unfortunately a few at his dorm, I came to understand that he was led and controlled almost solely by his dick. And that she could satisfy. Certainly nothing else.
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