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“Yo bro… I think I’m getting out of here” I hear Taker yell.

The mother fucking king of cockblocks has just struck again.

Tracy is startled and jumps up and adjusts herself. I try to eye Taker to get the fuck away. But he is drunk and not paying an ounce of attention to me. He begins talking to Tracy telling her how one of her friends is looking for.

“I’m going to go in and see what Nicole wants… but promise you won’t leave without saying goodbye”

Once Tracy is out of the picture I am all set to rip Taker a new asshole. Before I can get a word out he hands me his keys.

“I already arranged everything,” he says. “Nicole is too drunk to drive… so I’m going to drive her car home for her. You’re going to drive Tracy home in my car.”

I could kiss the big red headed oaf.

“You’re going to let me drive the Spider?” I ask. Taker drives this brand new Mitsubishi Spider convertible that he’s never let me touch even when I was stone cold sober.

“Just take my keys before I change my mind.”

I grab his keys, give him a big hug, and head inside to find Tracy.

When I get inside Tracy is waiting for me. Nicole gives me a little disapproving smile and goes to find Taker.

“Are you OK to drive?” She asks me.

“Fuck no”

“You want me to drive?”

“You have to be crazy to think I’m giving up an opportunity to drive the Spider. Taker is going to piss himself when he sobers up enough to realize what he did tonight.”

I take her hand and we walk towards the car.

We get in the car and I put the top down. Tracy shivers a bit so I give her my suit jacket and wrap it around her.

We sit quietly in the car. My hand is on her thigh creeping its way up her dress. She takes my hand and squeezes it. She keeps squeezing it tighter and tighter the whole way home.

We pull onto campus.

“Hey, it’s OK if you want to leave me far from the building. I know you’re girlfriend is in the same dorm room as me.” She says.

“That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, would it?”

I pull my car up in front of Tracy and Jillian’s dorm.

Tracy is still squeezing my hand.

I look up six stories and can see Jillian’s exact window.

“I guess this is good night,” she says.

She leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

She unlocks her door and starts pushing it open.

She finally releases her grip on my hand.

As she is exiting the car I grab her arm.

She turns and gives me the hungriest look I’ve ever seen.

I pull her into me and we start kissing.

Six stories up… Jillian has just gotten off the phone with my good friend Mike Stoute. She called our house looking for me, and without even thinking, he told her that I was at the Sigma Delta Tai formal. Jillian, who was already keen to Tracy’s interest in me, is quickly deteriorating into an all out nervous breakdown.

In exactly one hour I will be receiving a phone call from Jillian in which I will try to convince her that I was not at the formal and was in fact hanging out with my friend George. Jillian, hysterically crying for the entire conversation, will not believe me. Not even for a second. Instead she will make threats of never talking to me again.

Over the next couple weeks Jillian will slowly forgive me. Although she will continually throw the night in my face… I will be able to convince her that nothing happened between Tracy and me at the formal. Our relationship will move back into the status quo, the horrible incident behind us.

Jillian will never realize that every night I leave her door room, and head back to my house, Tracy will be there waiting for me.

Denial is a powerful thing.

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