Dorm Tramps. Volumes 1-6: A Field Guide for the Genetically Blessed‪.‬

Sadie and Jenna are roommates on campus who tend to take some aspects of their life a little too seriously. Being young and somewhat naïve, does little to inhibit their confidence, however. That is the positive side of naiveté; one isn’t aware of any shortcomings. Verbal blunders, over-exaggeration and an excessively high perception of themselves, isn’t something they attempt to hide from family or friends.

Nevertheless, suffice to say that a University’s core doesn’t revolve solely around research papers and studying for exams. It shouldn’t anyway, by measures of a well-rounded participant. You will see that it proves to be nothing of which the owners of an adult emporium haven’t covered in a radical program of study.
It also isn’t anything a good bail bondsman can’t remedy, so strap yourself in or on for the ride—everyone else is already geared up and waiting in the wings.

“Paige,” I interrupted, saving her the trouble of a heart attack, “Don’t pay any attention to her. Sadie didn’t medicate today. For all we know, she thinks you’re the Forman of the slave boys. Hold your hand out, you might score a bribe.”

She stared at me in the way she does at times; not being entirely sure if maybe I’m insane, or possibly some sort of savant the university is promoting. You know, a good public relation scheme—touting their support of the mentally challenged in the sports program.

“I think I’d rather hear about the bathroom vid than discuss puppet sexuality with you, Tiff.”

“Jenna…I think it’s time to take you to level two of Mason country. Not just any girl can handle that trip. It’s rough and dirty and requires an admission ticket that your parents would be sickened by.”

“No one ever said monogamy was a pretty world, Jenna. That’s why I refuse to date. The only caveat to that rule is a Godlike penis that rocks me into Tourette’s.”