movie that had just come out. She checked her watch once again – he should have been at her dorm 10 minutes ago. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and called him – no answer. She tried texting him, but, five minutes later, she still had no responding text. Feeling fear squirm in her belly, she walked outside to see if he had already pulled up.“If he isn’t here in the next five minutes, I’ll go to his room. He said he really wanted to see this movie,” she muttered to herself. Five minutes later, she sighed and got into her car. The closer she got to his dorm room, the more persistent the swirling feeling in her stomach became, almost as if it were warning her. Running to the second floor, she knocked at his door . . . no answer. She turned to leave, then heard a . . . groan? Was he sick? She tried the doorknob, which was unlocked. The snaking feeling of apprehension in her stomach began lashing wildly, making her feel nauseated. Opening the door wide, the sunlight fell on two people, nude and writhing on the bed.“Scott!
