Vic’s conversation with Agnes did leave him with more to think about especially given how her own attitude towards sex contrasted with that of Evelyn. Whereas Evelyn saw it as an extension of some other emotion, Agnes seemed to not put in any emotion to it at all with her ‘one and done’ approach. Then again, if Marcia was right, then Agnes never actually crossed the threshold into sex itself, so perhaps there was still something there.

All that said, both opinions were at an opposition to his ‘run and run’ approach, and now pretty much everyone was telling him that saving himself for Marcia was more likely to push her away than it was to get him close to her. But his mind still could not break through that paradox, so he went into a fitful sleep that carried him into Sunday.

The next day, Vic continued with his self-imposed exile. Marek had brought a girl to their room late in the night, probably around three in the morning, by Vic’s estimation. The bad news was that he no longer had a place that he could go to get better sleep. The good news was that he was so tired that he mostly slept through it as well as through Marek getting out of bed and bouncing from their room that morning. His date, though, had been left behind.

Vic had not even noticed her at first, swinging his feet over the side of his bed and grunting groggily in the least attractive way possible. And then, the mess of blankets on Marek’s bed began to move and out rose the top half a girl, chestnut wavy hair in a giant mess, though she had the presence of mind to keep her bare breasts covered with the blanket.

“Oh, sorry,” the girl said in a husky voice, “I didn’t realize you were here. Uh, do you know where Marek is?”

“Sorry, that’s kind of his thing though, I don’t know where Marek is most of the time.”

She seemed strangely familiar to him, and then he realized – this was the new student he had seen arrive at the docks the day before. So there went his hopes of other newbies being just as awkward to adjust as him, since she apparently wasted no time getting introduced to the rhythms of Dampgate.

“Hey, you must be Vic, right?” she said, extending one hand while the other remained at her chest, covering it up.

“Uh, yeah,” Vic said, returning the handshake.

“Marek told me about you.”

“Ah,” Vic said, both relieved and disappointed that he didn’t have some kind of unavoidable reputation.

“How do you find Dampgate?” she said, getting into a sitting position with her legs crossed under the blanket, as if expecting a longer conversation. All Vic could look at though were her bare shoulders.

“Well I’m still kind of new myself. Only two weeks.”

“This place is pretty crazy isn’t it?”

“You learned that quick enough.”

She looked down at herself then, laughed and looked back up at him. “I guess I did, didn’t I? I’m Rita, by the way.”

“Vic.”

“I know that.”

“Right.” He said, a twinge of pain from the embarrassment, but Rita’s smile put him at ease.

“Anyway, I think I’m going to take a shower. It was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, nice meeting you too,” Vic said, as Rita climbed out of the bed, keeping the blanket around her for cover. Not perfectly, much to his frustration, revealing the side of a breast that was just as ample as he expected and with the blanket being so low on her back that he saw it in its entirety, including the top part of the cleft between her ass cheeks.

She left into the common room between the two bedrooms, where the shower was, and Vic lay back down on his bed, wondering how someone so amoeba-brained like Marek could have figured these things out so easily.