Hall of Infinite Doors
You're starting to regret having gotten involved with Sigma Chi in the first place. They're rude and they're trouble.
You go to French class at the appointed hour. This is your third year of French, so you know many of the students from the first two years. You mingle in the hallway and make "oui" and "Louis" jokes and whatnot.
Class comes. It's a little bigger than you expected, at about twenty students. Just ahead and to your left you see a curvacous blonde. She sits shyly, with her legs crossed and back straight. On introductions, you find out that her name is Nikky and that she is and only a freshman. Yet her French is very good.
After class you can't stop thinking about her. A few classes go by. She's shy and so leaves promptly, but her body remains in your mind.
You decide to:
You go to French class at the appointed hour. This is your third year of French, so you know many of the students from the first two years. You mingle in the hallway and make "oui" and "Louis" jokes and whatnot.
Class comes. It's a little bigger than you expected, at about twenty students. Just ahead and to your left you see a curvacous blonde. She sits shyly, with her legs crossed and back straight. On introductions, you find out that her name is Nikky and that she is and only a freshman. Yet her French is very good.
After class you can't stop thinking about her. A few classes go by. She's shy and so leaves promptly, but her body remains in your mind.
You decide to: