“You wouldn’t,” answered Roxy. “Is that a problem?”
“It would be nice to know,” stated Terry.
“Then ask,” said Roxy.
“You’d tell us?” asked Troy.
“Maybe,” answered Roxy.
We shared some nervous laughter, exchanged the contact information we didn’t already have and headed for our respective dorms. I walked with Roxy on the way to her dorm. “Fuckin’ incredible,” she said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “But I kinda like them.”
“Me too, in spite of what they did to us.”
“What about what we did to them?” I asked.
“Maybe that’s why I relate to them so well,” Roxy said.
The rest of the year, things were pretty stable between us. We had four dorm rooms in four separate coed dorms. We only needed two at a time and we mixed them up randomly to avoid unwanted attention. We got together as a foursome during spring break. We headed for Lake of the Ozarks and shared a single hotel room with two queen sized beds for a week. We did some crazy shit during the day and evenings but we always ended up in our own room every night. Roxy won the wet t-shirt contest in one of the bars one night. I came in second. We switched before the prizes were awarded. As a courtesy to Terry and Troy, Roxy and I trimmed our pubic hair in different styles for positive identification. It worked if we got naked with the lights on. One night, when I was in bed with Terry, he tried to trace the outline of my pubic hair with his fingers.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Braille,” he said.
I laughed and fucked his brains out.