The Tearoom in the Trees

Studying French in the late afternoon is a daily chore. My only comfort is the fourth-floor Humanities Building restroom, which is always busy. Those guys all like to sneak a peek, but it’s too big for them to do anything. The only guy who doesn’t look at me one bit is that handsome bodybuilder with olive skin and shiny black hair. I always want the one I can’t have.

When I run into that bodybuilder off-campus, he takes notice. He leads me into the woods and gives me the ride of a lifetime. Then he does what no other man has done and takes a ride himself. Like a captivating circus act, our union draws the attention of the other cruisers in the trees. Is that rain coming down? I didn’t think I’d need an umbrella!