Losing Virginity Read Online Free PDF Page B

a
delusional hormone that makes them think they are suddenly more capable of
doing things they never would have attempted in high school, like learning a
language like Russian. They don’t even have the same alphabet. In addition to
my classes I was also working nearly twenty five hours a week at We Can Do It!
    School
was going to be like a boner this semester, long and hard. The continuous
moaning alarm clock in the bed next to me wouldn’t make it any easier.
    I
spent a few minutes contemplating what it would take to turn Jess into a
society-fearing hermit: a terrible rash mixed with a public nudity scandal, a
sudden onslaught of hypochondria brought on by WebMD and suspiciously (after
the fact) ripped condoms, or maybe I should just leave lots of sweets and junk
food around the room? Ten additional pounds could do the trick. No, that plan
could backfire on me too easily.
    All
of these were far outside my abilities and I couldn’t really do that to Jess. I
really liked her, no matter how much she frustrated me at times. I needed her.
She was like my other half.
    Whenever
I said we should study for an upcoming test in Anthro ,
believe it or not she was in my Anthroplogy class,
she just never showed up. She would bring out a bottle of whiskey and try to
tell me some convoluted history of the liquor.
    It
was not made by whisking something. It was not made by dropping a severely
drunk man into the docking bay and letting him urinate. Jess even claimed, in
her more lurid moments, that the Celtic sailors had discovered the Fountain of
Youth and used its waters to create the first bottle of Jameson. Jess was only
half Irish, with the other half being Italian, but that girl drank like she was
making up for the years of the Great Potato Famine.
    I
decided to stop by the local liquor store, borrow Jess’ fake I.D. and bring
back a bottle of Jameson for the old girl to have when she came back from
class. We didn't look alike, but everyone knows that in a college town, the
local liquor store is willing to sell you anything as long as you have an I.D.
that is the same sex and close to the same race as you. They need the business.
This idea was a good one because everyone is always more open to suggestions
when they are greeted by a bottle of whiskey when they enter a room.
    ………
    I
called Hector from my Bio class who also worked at the campus van service.
    " Heyyyy Hector," I said conspiratorially.
    " Uhh ... Hi Olivia," he stuttered.
    "You
knew it was me?"
    "Yeah. Your voice is
very distinct. No break in the pitch. It's a good singer's voice."
    Hector
was in the Musical Arts Department and was said to be somewhat of a savant in
that area. Wow. That was a compliment, and I recognized that it was. Was Hector
flirting with me?
    "Thanks
Mr. H," I said, trying to distance the flirt that just happened.
    I
continued, "When are you going into town next?"
    "I
think the next trip is to pick up the volunteers at the aquarium in a half
hour."
    "Great,"
I said. "Would you like to pick me up and take me on a liquor run?"
    He
paused.
    "Olivia...
I know you aren't twenty one..."
    Here
I was thinking I was the most naive person on campus. I needed to find a way
around this and I think Veronica's advice was the best.
    "Mr.
Alvarez, I'll have you know that I lied about my age so I could be one of the
first to breach the beaches on D-Day," I lied extravagantly, so that when
people understood the lie, they just thought I was cute. It was a good tactic.
"You wouldn't stiff a veteran, would you?"
    He
laughed on the other line.
    "So
I suppose you were never in the Eastern theater ?"
    Oh,
he was a war historian.
    "Of course not. I was out there
to Shave Ryan's Privates, sir. Nothing else."
    He
laughed out loud.
    "So
when should I pick you up?"
    SCORE. I told him
where to meet me and walked downstairs.
    Hector
pulled up in a 2002 Toyota Previa . He was a cute guy,
with the cheekbones of the Japanese and the jaw structure of the Spanish, but
he was more