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Fifty Bucks

A major snow storm is cutting off my dorm mate from being able to screw his girl friend and turns to me

“Shit, it’s really come down now. We’re snowed in for sure.”

I’m listening to my roommate moaning again about the snow storm that struck last night that is expected to last for at least two more days.

“Hey Cory, relax man. As long as we can get to the student union we won’t starve.”

He turned to look at me with obvious disgust on his face.

“It’s not food I need, it’s my girl friends ass that I need and with this storm there is no way her roommate will leave giving us the chance for a fuck.”

I’ve heard him saying that now since morning and it’s at the least the tenth time at that.

“It won’t kill you.”

“It’ll feel like it though.”

I’m probably as ticked about the storm as he is as I’d had plans to do some hiking in the woods at the edge of town but there is no way so I’m stuck here just like he is. The hours dragged by for him while I manage to keep busy studying.

Getting to dinner was a challenge as the storm had increased. We are bundled up against the cold. Getting to the student union took twice as long as normal and of course the line was long but all you can do is wait it out an hope they don’t run low on food.

We finally did get a half decent meal that we had seconds and thirds probably more out of boredom than hunger. Then before we left the student union we shopped for as much junk food as we could then headed back to our room where we got out of the bulky clothes. The TV was turned on and surfed the channels until we came across an old war movie starring the duke. We settled in to watch a movie we’ve each seen at least a dozen times but what the hell else is there to do. When the movie ended Cory started in with his whining again about needed to fuck something or he’d go nuts.

“Don’t look at me. If you’re so horny, go in the bathroom and jack off.”

“You just don’t understand man, I need to fuck something.”

With that said I saw him looking at me in a way that I didn’t like.

“No Cory; just forget it dude.”

He got up and went to his dresser where he picked up his wallet opening it he took some money out.

“I’ve got fifty bucks man; it’s all yours if you’ll just let me…” He didn’t finish what he was begging for and I stared at him.

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