EZ got to like a lot about Terry Summers, even the goofy way she crossed her eyes in humor and desperation as she fought not to shout her lungs out as she bucked her way through one big wrenching orgasm right after another. EZ guessed that her attraction to him was absolutely superficial, based solely on his "Louisville Slugger" -- but then, if he was honest, his interest in her was no less superficial.
But what todo about living in the wrong dorm? He was already smelling ripe with fucksweat unrelieved by any therapeutic communal shower the next morning when he registered and dutifully got his WUPS sections for his classes. However, with a snotty little dweeb of a bureacrat named Pringle, complete with wire-rimmed spectacles and a bowtie, relocation proved difficult.
"Sir-r," Pringle complained in a dull nasal whine, "the computer clearly says that you are in room 128 of Knox Hall with Ms. Terry Summers."
"Knox Hall is for women only, you're supposed to know stuff like that! Look ... check Eliza Bell."
Pringle begrudgingly obliged. "Eliza Bell has been assigned to 128 Cox ... and Cox Hall is supposed to be for men only now. It would appear that ... maybe ... there has been a mixup of some sort."
"Maybe? It's real simple, Mr. Pringle: you switch. You transfer Eliza Bell to 128 Knox, you transfer me, EZ Bell, to 128 Cox, and everyone's happy."
Pringle looked glacially indifferent to the very concept of happiness. "Sir-r ... there is no Eliza Bell. She dropped out at the last minute."
"So, then, just forget about her and put me in 128 Cox."
"128 Cox has been claimed as a single room by its current occupant."
"Tough. I'm moving in."
"Now, sir-r, there will be no squatting in an unassigned room. Besides ... he'll have it locked up, and he's not here yet. That's his right. He's a senior; he pre-registered."
"Mr. Pringle ... I want you to say this in your own words, so that you can hear yourself, and so I can be absolutely sure about this. Are you honestly telling me that I MUST stay in a girls' dormitory until this senior returns?"
Pringle looked at him oddly. "You mean you don't know? You're the Rhuud scholar, so you're allowed. Look." He brought a document up on his screen. "You have been determined to be of such highly refined psychological, emotional, and sociosexual maturity that you can cohabit freely with any female student, so long as they wish it. Is Ms. Terry Summers enjoying having you?"
"Ah ... oh, yeah." In a manner of speaking! he very nearly added. EZ read the document, and said "Huh ... !" It was true: this anemic little bureaucrat simply did not care that he was shacked up with some bosomy knockout fuck-bunny, just so long as basic forms were satisfied. "Thank you, Mr. Pringle."
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