Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

So most of the customers are probably old goats," I said. "That's the only sort with money enough to come here."

"Gee," Dottie said. "If only we could find fellows with… oh, you know, the right sort. And plenty of money too."

"You're mercenary," I told her.

"It's your fault," she said. "All I needed was to have my marks in English get a little better. And you said it was my psychology, and if I got a little bit of sex and stuff everything would be all right. But I don't even know what my marks would be, now, and I've had a whole lot of sex, and darn it, I don't know what to think. Except maybe I'm a dope for listening to you."

"Oh, come on," I said. "Listen now, has anything bad happened, really? So, if we go home, we'll probably flunk out, but there's always next year. And we know lots more about men now, don't we?"

"That isn't going to improve the men back home any," she said.

"Don't you realize we've got all this money?" I said. "We could go looking around other places. There's bound to be a little bit of life going on here and there. Gee, all we did was take one trip, and look what's happened."

"Next time we'll probably get murdered,"

Dottie said darkly. "You act like this has been one big picnic, Dopey."

"Well, hasn't it?"

Dottie had described it all perfectly. A picnic. We certainly had tasted all the goodies in sight, right? And I think, with this wicked little smirk on my face, I'll end my little story right there.