When I was a freshman in college there was this odd, mousy girl named Althea who always sat alone in the common room, reading books about God and drinking tea.

My friends and I would rampage through at all hours, acting like typical drunken idiots, and Althea would be there on the corner of a couch, never acknowledging us in any way. We knew she had transferred from some Bible college and that she lived alone in a small room at the end of a hall — most likely because she was too awkward and religious to deal with a roommate.

Althea wore pointy nerd glasses and had pale, ghostly skin, but her body was slamming. She never wore a bra — I guess she didn’t think anyone was thinking impure thoughts — and her nipples were always poking through her shirt. I decided to make it my mission to... Read More