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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:05 pm
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((Aah, alright. Well good luck in the Navy! and here we gooooo!))
(A spoiled femminist shape shifter, what could be more interesting?!)
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Sandra strutted onto campus, a hoard of boys behind her carrying her various amount of bags. Buildings loomed up before her, blocking out some of the bright sunlight. Still, she didn't dare take off her sunglasses until she got to her dorm room. The party the previous night was still hammering away at her head and her stomach still wanted to churn something fierce.
Her parents had dropped her off at the gates, not wanting to say their good byes. She couldn't blame them either. They thought this was an all girl university after all. They bestowed complete trust on her and that was one large mistake. The brunette glanced down at the flimsy sheet of paper in her hands that flapped lightly in the wind. With a quick scan she found the building she needed and headed towards is, her hips twitching provocatively, giving the boys behind her something nice to watch while she walked ahead of them.
The inside of the dorm building wasn't anything spectacular. The grey brick outside matched much of the dull decor on the inside. What did she expect though. The most important part was her room. That would be hers to do with as she pleased. There weren't any elevators so the hoard of men were forced to climb the stairs with her luggage. Why did she have so many things? To be fair it was more of her clothing and shoes.... and accessories.
The woman pushed open the door, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head and surveying the area. She could hear the rustle of a person in the first room so she pointed to the second bedroom where the men dropped her things off. She gave them each a wave good bye and started to go through the many items she had.
For a brief moment, Sanda wondered who it was that was staying in the other room. The possibility that it was a boy was fifty fifty. The chance of him being attractive, well that was something different all together.
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