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Oscar had settled into the routine of the school before the end of the first

week. His roommates had come to a very strange settlement concerning sexual

relief. He couldn't complain since his need for release was satisfied as

frequently as he wanted. The problem was that he missed Georgia and could hardly

wait for the weekend to arrive.

Looking down at her sleeping form, Oscar considered Sharon's sexuality. She

enjoyed exchanging oral pleasures with Mark in the morning and enjoyed having

intercourse with Oscar immediately afterwards. During the day, she made sure to

experience a different man with each tryst. In the evening, she was usually too

tired for sex. She was searching for something, but Oscar didn't know what it

was she wanted.

Across the room, Lisa was sleeping without her covers. She was basically

exclusive with Mark. It seemed to Oscar that she lived to suck Mark's cock and

to have him eat her out. She claimed to enjoy oral sex the most, but she came

the loudest when Mark and her had intercourse. The most puzzling thing about

Lisa was that she had a tremendous voyeuristic streak in her. If anyone was

doing anything in public, Lisa was sure to be watching.

Despite his small cock, the happiest of the four roommates was Mark. The word

quickly spread among the female students that he had a very talented tongue. He

was very popular among the ladies and was having a more active sex life than he

could have ever imagined. Any woman that asked him was immediately serviced. It

was getting to the point where his studies were suffering.

Oscar slipped out of the room and wandered down the hall to the bathroom. He

stopped in front of the mirror and examined his reflection. His skin was already

losing the ruddy color that months in the desert have given it. He needed a

haircut and realized that he hadn't asked about that aspect of life on campus.

Looking at the reflection, he decided that it might be time to grow his hair out

a little to look more like a scholar than a soldier might. He laughed and said,

"Private Foo, time for you to disappear."

He turned to find that Gabby was watching him. She asked, "Private Foo?"

"That was my nickname in the army. I'm afraid that it was well deserved at the

time," answered Oscar.

"You make it seem so easy fitting in here. I'm not doing that well," said Gabby

with a frown. She turned so that he couldn't see her face.

That the woman was in pain was obvious. What wasn't obvious was the reason for

her pain. Oscar felt the tug of the medallion even though it wasn't around his

neck. Taking his time, he washed his face trying to figure out what to say. He

dried his face before he asked, "Would you mind taking a little walk with me?"

"Where to?"

"How about the library? We can sit and talk there for a bit," answered Oscar.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"About fitting in," answered Oscar.

He walked over to her and took her by the arm. With slow steps, he led her away

towards the library. As they walked, Oscar talked. "I was a soldier stationed in

Afghanistan back when the fighting was really heavy there. My unit was chasing

the bad guys around in the mountain areas. At the time, I wasn't the best of

soldiers. Most of the fellows in my unit didn't really want to be around me."

Gabby said, "I find that hard to believe. You're so confident."

"Believe it. Anyway, one day I found myself alone and facing a bunch of

terrorists in the middle of nowhere. Bullets were flying everywhere and I was

convinced that I was going to die. I have to admit that I was pretty scared. So

scared that I ran away. It was the smartest thing I could have done. I got

away."

Oscar walked along continuing to guide her towards the library. She was

listening to him and thinking about what he said. She couldn't imagine being in

his place. After surviving that, life here must be pretty easy. She asked, "How

did you get away?"

"I ran as fast as I could," replied Oscar.

He wasn't going to tell her that the God intervened on his behalf. Oliver had

told him not to reveal that to the students and he wanted to honor that request.

His days avoiding capture and then spent hunting down terrorists weren't

important elements of the story. The key point that he wanted to make was about

the loneliness.

"Must have run pretty fast."

"Yes," he said, "I did run pretty fast. The point is that during that time I

came to know who and what I was. A few days alone and on your own in a hostile

environment requires that you come to admit your limitations."

Gabby walked beside Oscar and at a gesture from him, sat in a chair. She looked

around and only then realized that they were in the library. She said, "I'm

going to quit."

"Quit? Why would you quit?" asked Oscar surprised at the news. With only a few

exceptions, most of the students had gotten used to their nudity.

She sniffed and rubbed her eyes as emotions started to take control. She said,

"I want to be a good girl and I think this is a very tough place to be good."

"Ah, you want to be a good girl," echoed Oscar.

He sat back in his chair and contemplated what that might mean. For the first

time, he actually thought about what people meant by good and bad when it came

to judging a person's character. He had fought terrorists and clearly they were

bad people. Most people that he encountered were good. There weren't many saints

or demons among the general population.

"Yes, I want to be a good girl," stated Gabby as if it was obvious what that

meant.

It was easy to see that she was upset and that being a good girl meant something

specific to her. The problem was that Oscar had no clue what she meant by it. He

asked, "What does it mean to be a good girl?"

"A good girl does not walk around naked all day long. She does not think about

sex all day long. She does not..."

Oscar held up a hand interrupting her and said, "You are defining a good girl in

terms of what she doesn't do. I see what you are getting at and I agree that

according to such a view it is impossible to be a good girl here."

"So you think I'm doing the right thing by leaving?"

Oscar emitted a bark of laughter at the question. He shook his head in dismay at

her need to get permission to do what she wanted. He wondered if somewhere in

her set of rules there was one that said, 'Good girls don't make decisions for

themselves.'

He answered, "I don't know. I will tell you a few things that I do know."

"What?"

"There are two ways to live your life. One is to accept a lot of 'thou shalt

nots' and live life trying to figure out if what you want to do violates one of

them. The alternative is to accept a couple of 'thou shalts' and live your life

trying to figure out if what you want to do is one of them. Even though the

basic results are the same, I prefer the latter approach to life. That is

probably why I find it so easy to get along here."

His comment was met with silence while Gabby tried to understand the

distinctions. She had wanted him to say go ahead and leave or stay. She asked,

"Everyone does that to me. I ask a question and then nobody gives me an answer.

Why don't you just tell me what I'm supposed to do?"

Holding his hands, palm side up, Oscar stared at them as though in wonder. In a

voice of awe, he said, "What power she gives me over her life. On one hand, I

can intentionally give her bad advice and ruin her life forever. I can crush her

future so that she ends up a hooker standing under a street lamp flagging down

cars to earn a living by giving fifty-dollar blowjobs."

Gabby stared open mouthed at Oscar as he continued, "On the other hand, I can

give her what I think is good advice. Will that assure that she will end up

being happy? No, it does not. She could end up deliriously happy with her life

and that would be the best that could happen. She could end up dying in some

gutter from a drug overdose."

He paused to give his next statements a dramatic quality. "The responsibility

that comes with that power is frightening, but the question is, 'Am I up to it?'

I fear the answer is no, I am not."

To hear him describe what she had requested in that fashion was shocking. She

asserted, "I didn't give you that kind of power over me."

"Alas, you did. You wanted me to tell you what to do. If that isn't giving me

power over your life, I don't know what it is," countered Oscar.

"So how am I to decide?"

"May I ask you a few questions first?"

Biting her lip, Gabby nodded. She feared what he would ask, believing that he

would want to know too much about her. She just wished he would tell her to quit

so that she could withdraw from the school with a clear conscience.

"You said that a good girl does not walk around naked all day. Are there any

exceptions to that rule?"

Frowning at the idea that a good girl would ever walk around in public naked,

she answered, "No. Of course not."

"So if you have a horrible full body rash and the doctor requires that you allow

it to breath, you would be a bad girl if you followed the doctors instructions?"

Even as he asked, he knew it was a weak situation. It was the best that he could

come up with at the moment.

Snorting, Gabby replied, "Like that is ever going to happen."

"How about in the girls changing room in the gym?" asked Oscar.

"Well, that's okay. You just can't act too proud of your body or look at the

others too intensely."

"Why is that okay?"

"Because there are no men there."

Oscar nodded at the logic. Then he asked, "What about on your honeymoon? Can you

walk around naked in front of your husband?"

"Sure, I guess."

Oscar said, "I think that we can come up with example after example where nudity

to some degree is okay. My point is that the simple prohibitive rule has lots of

exceptions."

She nodded her agreement and said, "Sure, I'll buy that."

"Are you sure that you know all of the exceptions?" asked Oscar holding a single

finger in the air to let her know that he was making a serious point.

The question came out of the blue. If there were exceptions to the rules, then

what were they? She knew a few of them, but did she know all of them? To claim

that she did would be a lie. After struggling for a minute, she finally said,

"No, I'm not sure. There may be exceptions that I don't know about."

"You mean, it might be an exception that if everyone else is naked then a good

girl could be naked as well."

"I guess."

"See, there you go. You can walk around naked and still be a good girl,"

declared Oscar. After a moment, he said, "Of course, it is a lot easier to ask

if anyone is actually harmed by it. Since no one is harmed by what I wear or

don't wear, then I know the answer a lot quicker."

Oscar sat back in his chair and watched as Gabby processed what he had said. The

expressions flashing across her face ranged from despair to hope and back again.

He knew that a colossal interior argument was waging beneath the surface of her

fair face.

It was all so confusing to her. How could one know how to act without someone

else telling you all the rules? If she did what he was suggesting, that would

make her responsible for determining what was right and wrong. The fact was that

she had never had to shoulder real responsibility of that magnitude. Her whole

life had been spent following the rules. If school started at eight, you showed

up at eight. That was just what you did. There wasn't any need to think about

right and wrong.

She sighed and then said, "You are saying that I am responsible for deciding

what is right and wrong."

"Not really."

"Huh?" asked Gabby surprised by his answer.

"Right and wrong is pretty well decided for you. Two rules define right. If it

harms none, then do it. Protect the weak from the strong. No, you are

responsible for making sure that your actions are right. There's a big

difference."

The present would have been a good time to introduce a pregnant pause by taking

a sip of coffee. Unfortunately, they were in the library and there wasn't any

coffee around. Oscar would just have to wait for her to come to a conclusion.

From the other seat, a timid voice asked, "What about the sex stuff?"

It was very tempting to give a flippant answer, but that would be wrong. He

asked, "What about it?"

"I was always told that good girls don't think about sex."

"What a horrible thing to tell someone," replied Oscar with real outrage in his

voice. The idea that someone should impose a rule on another to try to limit his

or her thoughts was disgusting. Such an act constituted the worst crime that one

could commit.

"Huh?"

"Everyone thinks about sex. It is a biological function that is an integral part

of being human. Being a good girl requires that you first be a good human. You

can deny that you think about sex, that you have strong sexual urges, and that

you give into those urges, but it doesn't change the fact that you are denying

an essential part of being human. What a horrible thing to do to a person;

telling them to live a lie. Talk about harming someone," answered Oscar shaking

his head in disgust.

"I don't get it. You're telling me that everything that I believe in is wrong,"

charged Gabby.

"One way of controlling people around you is to place prohibitions on them. It

gives you leverage over them when they violate one of those prohibitions. When

you adopt the two rules, those prohibitions vanish. The good prohibitions are

preserved only because they obey those two rules. People can't control you for

their purposes," replied Oscar.

The idea that people were telling her rules so that they could control her

bothered Gabby. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She

remembered when her mother caught her pleasuring herself as a young girl. Her

mother had punished her, saying that she would turn into one of those bad girls.

She had pleaded that she wanted to be a good girl.

Gabby realized that it wasn't the act of pleasuring herself that was wrong. The

projected consequences of the act are what had bothered her mother so much. If

she enjoyed sex, then she would have sex with a boy. Having sex would result in

her getting pregnant and that would ruin her life. A rule had been laid down

without context or explanation. She had obeyed that rule for almost a decade

without question.

The realization made her question the other rules that she blindly followed. How

many little rules were there in her life? Good girls didn't do this. Good girls

didn't do that. Good girls don't eat much because boys don't like fat girls. How

many times had she looked down at girls with weight problems because they

couldn't possibly be good girls? Good girls don't eat much.

She glanced down at Oscar's penis as she thought about the other rules that had

dominated her life. Just looking at it reminded her of when he had been having

sex with the Druid woman on the table in front of her. The sight had excited her

more than she had been willing to admit. The penis withdrawing from the vagina

with the vaginal lips stretching out as if they were pulling him back into her

was etched in her memory. Mentally she chose different terms. He had a cock and

Laura had a cunt. It was her pussy lips that grabbed the cock. Just thinking of

it in those terms excited her.

She could feel her body reacting to the memory. Rather than trying to shut it

off, she accepted what her body was feeling. Her nipples grew rigid and the

juices flowed. When guilt tried to raise its ugly head, she beat it down with a

vengeance. She knew what she wanted to do next and it wasn't to leave the

college.

Oscar leaned forward and touched her on the arm. When she looked at him, he

said, "Go to Cole. He wants you so much. I think if you think about it, you know

that you want him too."

Gabby stood and said, "Thanks, Oscar. You're a dear man and have been a lot of

help."

"You're welcome, Gabby. Enjoy yourself," replied Oscar.

As he watched her walk away, his cock grew erect. For the first time since he

had met her, she actually had a feminine sway to her hips. When she stopped at

the exit of the library and looked back it him, it was an incredibly sexy smile

that she sent his way. Once she was gone, he looked down at his cock and wished

that he had a chance to get relief.

He was surprised by the sound of clapping behind him. He turned and found Oliver

standing a few feet away with a smile on his face. The Grand Druid in his brown

robe looked very pleased with what he had seen. He had watched as a lot of black

over the young woman's heart disappeared as a result of her conversation with

Oscar.

"You handled that very well," said Oliver, "I thought that we were going to lose

her."

That had been very possible and Oscar knew it. He wondered if there were any

other students that could have given her the advice that he had. After a moment,

he decided not. He replied, "If she had approached another student, you would

have."

"I imagine you're right," replied the Grand Druid.

As the Grand Druid turned to leave, Oscar mentioned, "You might see if there is

a female student that is into women. I have a feeling that Gabby feels a need to

experiment."

"I'll do that," replied Oliver as he left to return to his other duties.

Oscar left the library. Checking his watch, he saw that he had less than forty

minutes to eat and get ready for class. He wondered if he really needed to

attend today since the material was very basic. The problem with even

contemplating skipping class was that the Druid teaching the course managed to

draw deep interpretations to simple concepts. The entire first day of class had

been devoted to the number zero. Just the previous day, they had covered

subtraction. In the course of a single hour, the teacher had managed to present

subtraction in four different ways, each of which was based on fundamentally

different concepts. It was fascinating to learn that things he considered simple

were far more complex than had ever imagined.

Following his erection, he headed to the dining room. Other students greeted him

along the way and exchanged the normal morning pleasantries. More than one

female had offered to take care of his erection, but Oscar had declined knowing

that hunger would haunt him longer through class than his erection.

At the dinner room, he spotted his roommates at the table eating their

breakfasts. As he sat down to join them, he said, "Sorry about missing the

morning activities. I was up early and went to the bathroom. Ran into someone

and ended up talking for an hour."

"No problem," replied Sharon, "Mark was more than happy to take care of both of

us."

Shaking his head, Oscar said, "Mark might want to take it easy. His

extra-curricular activities are already affecting his grades."

Mark didn't answer, but continued to eat his eggs. He knew that the comment by

Oscar was correct, but how could someone who was a virgin a week earlier pass by

the chance to have sex with as many women as possible. What was the harm in that

if they were willing? He didn't bother to ask the question aloud since he knew

the answer. He was harmed by it. Frowning, he knew that he'd follow the advice.

Lisa said, "Gabby came here, grabbed Cole, and left without saying a word. Any

idea what's up with her?"

"I suppose she'll tell us when she's ready to tell us," answered Oscar looking

around to get the attention of one the waitresses.

Abby commented, "I hope she gets laid. Sometimes I feel that she looks down at

me because I've been sleeping with Greg. I'm a woman. I have needs. That doesn't

take me a bad person."

"Look around the dining room for a minute. There are over a hundred people here,

each with their own definition of right and wrong. The Druids are replacing them

with a common unifying definition of right," commented Sharon.

An argument broke out at another table. Oscar glanced over in the direction of

the argument and shook his head. It was obvious that two people had placed

unrealistic expectations on each other and now were hurt by it. He looked at the

faces of his dining companions and saw that each emphasized with different

parties in the argument. They would listen to the Druid resolve the problem and

would learn a little something from it.

Oscar finally caught the attention of a waitress and watched as she maneuvered

around the argument to reach their table. She asked, "What will you have?"

"Cereal, toast, and coffee," answered Oscar. It was the fastest breakfast

possible and he would just have time to eat it before he had to leave for class.

"Good choice. You don't have much time," replied the waitress as she left the

table.

Oscar glanced over at Lisa and noticed that she was watching someone with her

complete attention. He followed her eyes and saw a couple having sex. She was

watching the action, unable to take her eyes off of it. He shook his head

wondering what motivated her fascination with watching others having sex.

Sharon noticed Oscar observing Lisa and said, "She should just do it."

"Do what?" asked Oscar confused by the statement.

"Ask a woman to have sex with her," replied Sharon as though the answer was

obvious.

Greg, Oscar, and Mark all turned to look at Sharon. Each was wondering on what

evidence she based her comment. Lisa didn't even turn to listen, she was too

focused on the action across the room.

"Why do you say that?" asked Oscar.

"Gee, look at which one of the couple she's watching. It ain't the guy. I know,

she's watched me often enough in the morning," replied Sharon without rancor.

Sharon watched Lisa watching the couple. Not for the first time did she

entertain the idea of having sex with Lisa. It wasn't that she was really all

that attracted to women, it was just to see what it was like and discover if

Lisa was actually a Lesbian. The problem was that she wasn't attracted to Lisa.

If it had been Gabby or Abby, she would have experimented with either of them

already.

The waitress delivered breakfast to Oscar. He turned his attention to it after

glancing at the clock. There wasn't much time before he had to swing by the room

to get his books. He started eating and ignored the conversation around him.

When the action across the dining room ended, Lisa turned to Sharon and said,

"I've been losing weight here, but I haven't been dieting. What about you?"

"I've been gaining weight," replied the tall woman, "but that is to be expected.

I get a lot more variety of food here than at home. I've been eating a lot

more."

"Oh," replied Lisa as she looked down at her empty plate.

Mark said, "You're losing weight because of the physical training every day."

Shaking his head, Greg said, "No. The serving sizes are smaller here and you eat

more frequently. The body gets used to a constant intake of food and operates

more efficiently. Those that are overweight, start to loose it. Those that are

underweight, start to gain weight."

"Well, I wish that some of that weight would go to my boobs," commented Sharon

while looking down at her chest.

"Why? I like your breasts. They're so sensitive," commented Mark.

"They're too flat," replied Sharon.

Mark and Sharon had that argument almost every day. The more comfortable that

Mark became with his body, the more Sharon complained about her body. The fact

was that it wasn't her body that was bothering her. Sharon looked off into the

distance thinking about her hunger for something that was driving her. She

couldn't put her finger on what she hungered for, but she knew it was there. It

was driving her to try two or three different men every day. That didn't satisfy

her hunger.

Oscar finished his breakfast and looked up at the clock. He had five minutes

before he had to leave. He commented, "I'm ready for another day of school to

begin."

Lisa smiled as she teased, "You're just looking forward to seeing the redhead

again."

Unaware that his interest in Debbie, the redhead in one of his study groups, had

been that obvious, he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Your redhead in the second study group," commented Mark, as though it was

common knowledge that Oscar had more than a little interest in the redheaded

woman.

"Huh?"

"Your cock heads straight up when ever you see her," added Sharon.

Lisa added, "You even get to the study group early so that she won't see your

reaction to her presence. Everyone around here knows that you want to bed her."

"Except for her," commented Greg shaking his head at her obliviousness to

Oscar's attraction to her. He wondered how she could possibly miss it.

Oscar was stunned that his interest was that obvious. It dawned on him that

every time he had left the study group he had searched out Lisa or Sharon to

relieve his need. It embarrassed him that they had noticed. The problem was that

the one person that was always on his mind was Georgia. He missed her every

minute of the day. He felt guilty because his body reacted to Debbie. Even

worse, he knew that if Georgia were standing next to him, his cock would stand

up and take notice if Debbie entered the room.

Oscar said, "I don't know why, but my body reacts to her."

"What do you mean? Don't you find her attractive?"

Shrugging, Oscar said, "Sure. I find a lot of the women in here attractive, but

one minute around her and the little fellow between my legs is standing up and

saluting."

"So ask her to sleep with you," suggested Sharon with the kind of off-handed

manner that suggested that she was totally at ease in requesting sex from anyone

that interested her. The fact of the matter was that she was that she was asking

for sex from anyone that interested her.

Oscar was terrified that sleeping with Debbie would lead to a disaster in which

he might lose Georgia. He was already conflicted about the reaction of his body

to Debbie due to his feelings towards Georgia. He loved Georgia with his whole

heart, but his body lusted after Debbie. That was a recipe for trouble if he

ever knew it. He shook his head.

"There's someone else, isn't there?" asked Lisa.

Sometimes Lisa was far more perceptive than others gave her credit. Oscar

wondered if that was why she was pulling away from him, preferring to be with

Mark during the morning activities. Rather than answer, Oscar said, "Better get

ready for class."

With far more speed than intended, Oscar rushed away from the table. He needed

to stop by the dorm, pick up his books for the morning and then get to class.

The day was not starting on a good note. At least he had been able to help Gabby

with her problem. There wasn't anyone for him to turn to for his problem.

After he left the table, Sharon commented, "He has it bad for someone and she

isn't here."

"You can say that again," commented Mark.

"I wonder who she is," said Lisa. She hoped that the girl wasn't waiting for him

to get out of college. Six years would be a long time to wait and she was sure

the woman would leave before he graduated. Based on how he acted, he was totally

in love with who ever the woman was.

"We'll know soon enough. You can't keep a secret here for long. There just isn't

enough privacy," said Greg.

They were the last students in the dining room, but there were a couple of

waitresses watching them. All of them stood and left the table to make it to

their classes. The program here was relentless. An hour of classes followed by

just enough social time to interact. Then they had a study group, which was

followed by enough time to socialize. It was a pressure cooker of social

interaction. There wasn't even the possibility of hiding in the dorm room.

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