The semester was over. Keith and I were the only guys left in our frat, because our graduate seminars trudged on, completely oblivious to the break. The little college town was dead, so Keith and I were just hanging out, drinking beer and jamming on our guitars.

One day we went down to the basement to play some pool. He’s pretty good at the game, so he was kicking my ass, but I didn’t care. We were having a great time pretending we were Paul Newman and Tom Cruise in The Color of Money.

After a few hours of billiards. we heard a voice from upstairs. “Yoo-hoo! Anybody home?” It was a female voice. Neither Keith nor myself had dipped our wicks in a few weeks, so the sound of a woman immediately revved our motors. “Down here!” Keith yelled.

We watched the basement steps... Leer Más