Summer quarter seems to come and go so fast at this school that I hardly have time to catch my breath as it happens around me. Our school has a short quarter with extra long classes since they use the campus for other activities during the summer as well. As such, just when you are getting comfortable in a class, it's time for midterms and then finals come right behind them. Get the drift?

At any rate, we were in the middle of a quarter such as the one I'm talking about. The dorm was in the throes of a wild midsummer party and the noise was reaching levels I could no longer tolerate. It being a Friday night, however, there was not much I could do about it since we had no noise restrictions on the weekends.

I was sitting in my room trying to concentrate on my French midterm and was having no luck. My door and windows were closed and despite the air conditioning, I was feeling stifled beyond hope. I roamed around my room restlessly, searching for something, anything to take my mind off of what was going on around me. Just when I thought I would lose my mind, the phone rang. I went to answer it and was pleased at who was at the other end of the line.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, Andrew. This is Jason."

"Jason!" I exclaimed. "How are you? Is your dorm as wild as mine, man?"

"Wilder. I am about to lose my mind and have got to get out of here for a while. I called to see if you wanted to go for a ride off campus somewhere with me-- perhaps bring something to eat or something."

"Love to. You just don't know how close I was to setting the place on fire just to shut everyone up, man. How soon can you be here?" I chuckled loudly.

"Ten minutes, tops. Meet me out front. Bring some money."

"Cool, man. See you then!"

I hung up the phone feeling suddenly better about the whole evening, and quickly brushed my teeth and hair. I donned some shorts and a clean T-shirt, slipped a couple of condoms in my pocket (just in case), and stepped into my sandals. In ten minutes, I walked out the door, hair waving in the wind.

I stood in front of the building and before too long, Jason came barreling around the corner and into the parking lot. He has a relatively old Mercedes with a convertible and the roof was down. His long brown hair billowed in the wind as he screeched to a stop in front of me, reaching over and throwing open the door.

I climbed in and we were off, careening around the parking lot. We stopped at a JiffyMart and picked up some chips and sodas and stuff and Jason pointed the car into the country.

We drove silently for some time, munching and drinking and taking in the night air. I watched him eat and drink and realized that there were few men on the planet that were as sexually alluring as he was without knowing it. He's one of those classical men with the square jaw, the long straight hair, the smooth tan skin, the large veiny hands and feet, that you see in cologne ads on television and in magazines.

Once we had eaten and finished our sodas,