March 26, 2006

I followed Laura to school almost compulsively this weekend. Each day she sat down in the grad lounge to work on presentations, and as soon as she did so I groped her, ripped off my clothes with abandon, and then proceeded to run around the empty hallways taking pictures.

“What if there are security cameras here?” she asked the first time I pulled off my pants.

“I guess we’ll find out in five minutes,” I said, wiggling my naked ass.

Nothing happened. Except for a lot of pictures: