“Thank you ma’am,” I replied as she handed me the key to my study corral.

“Please remember that there is a $25 fee to replace a lost key,” she said sternly.

“I certainly will, thanks,” I replied as I turned to walk away. That would certainly hurt if I had to squeeze that much out of my already squeaky tight budget, I thought. But I knew money was going to be very tight when I entered graduate school as an older student, and with a family to boot. Lila never missed a chance to remind me of that either.

When I finally found my assigned room, #36 (the same as my age), I went in to get set up. A towel for the space at the bottom of the door, an ashtray for when I didn’t want to go down three levels and outside to smoke, the usual study supplies, and, of course, paper and tape to cover the long, narrow glass in the door.

The room was small, only 5ft. by 6ft., with a countertop desk along one long wall. But it was big enough for my needs – which mostly would involve studying. I couldn’t forget about the extracurricular activities though. That was why I had to struggle to get a study corral while also having an office in my department. My three pompous-assed office partners would love to stir up trouble for me with my wife or the faculty if they knew what all I was up to. Well screw them, I mused.

As I walked downstairs, I decided to see if Magi and Molly were working before I stopped by to see Michael. I heard a sweet ”hey Ben” as soon as I walked into Special Collections. It was Molly coming out of the stacks behind me.

“Hey sweety,” I replied, “Mags here too?”

“Yeppers, she has desk duty today,” said Molly, “you know how she hates that.”

“Tell me about it,” I replied as I kissed her deeply. “I came down to tell yawl I got the room, finally!”

“It’s about time, so where’s it at?” asked Molly.

“I was just thinking about you Ben,” said Magi as she came around the corner with her coffee cup, “you got the room!”

“News travels fast doesn’t it,” I joked.

“So where is it?” they asked in unison.

I quickly kissed Magi before I gave in. “It’s #36 ladies and ready to go.”

“We get off at five, you goin’ to be there?”, Magi asked.

“Of course,” I said, “I told Lila I would be late tonight, see yawl then.”

As I was heading for the Media Center, I fondly remembered the first of the parties that Michael took me to, where I first met M&M. It was an alternative lifestyle bash that really blew my mind. There were plenty of gays, lesbians, Goths, swingers, and others that I wasn’t sure exactly what they were. Michael introduced me to quite a few people and most of them seemed to accept me, pretty much. Luckily, Lila was visiting her parents for a few days so I was able to stay out late. There was plenty of booze, dancing, and sex, as well as various drugs. After receiving several blowjobs, fucking both a man and his wife, and sixty-nining several ladies, I went out by the pool to cool off while watching the antics there. Two ladies soon