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It was during the blizzard of 2000. Classes had been cancelled the week before, and I, never up on what was happening on campus, had walked all the way to class and had sat in an empty classroom for almost an hour before I decided to trek back to the warmth of my dorm room. I made the trip home later that night; going no faster than thirty for the entire stretch, making an hour drive stretch to close to three -- four accidents littered the sides of the highway on my way home.

All classes were cancelled until Tuesday and when I got back I was unable to park near my dorm; having to park instead in one of the main commuter lots. Walking on the median through the parking lot was where I crossed paths with the Morlock. He'd been in two of my classes the previous year; we'd had something of a contentious relationship, what with neither of us willing to back down on any of our positions and being the most vocal people in class. We were both wearing trench coat. I in my grey Swiss one; he in his black army one that'd become something of a hot issue the previous year in light of the school shootings. He'd let his beard grow out a little giving him a slightly scruffy look.

We didn't mention our battles in the classes. We smiled at each other and hugged, our coats open, pressing our warm bodies against each other. In the middle of the parking lot, surrounded by cars covered in snow, I couldn't believe how good it felt to hug him. I felt myself swell against him and I'm sure that he felt it too. He kissed me on the cheek and smiled. I leaned down (he being a bit shorter than me) and kissed him on the lips.

Later, on my narrow bed in my single, the Violinist whimpered, bit her lower lip, and pulled me in tighter when I whispered fantasies of cocks and asses into her ear.