Page 2 of The Rule of 3

Tanner still craved her sweetness, but his life was a complicated mess. At Princeton, he had fallen in love, and now he had no idea what to do about it. Tanner was also still in love with Zoë.

Chapter 3

Tanner’s favorite class during his first semester was American Politics. He hung on every word the lecturer doled out, but he was distracted by a certain young lady who seemed more fixated on him than political science. She let her interest be known in several ways. Always the southern gentleman, Tanner was unfailingly polite even when he wanted to pay more attention to the lecture than to her.

Monica was short and stacked. She had platinum blonde hair and big brown eyes that would have been doe-like on anyone else, but on her they looked calculating. She was far from Tanner’s type. She was too small, too bosomy, and too loud for his taste, but he was becoming so horny he could barely think.

She plunked herself down next to him right before class began on Monday and announced, “I want you to go to a Halloween party with me this Friday night.” He looked at her. She sidled closer to him and pressed her boob against his arm. “I’ll make you really happy if you go with me.”

Tanner got the message, cleared his throat, and answered, “Sure, why not?” and he turned his face away toward the lectern, completely forgetting about Monica’s existence until the lecture was over and she slipped him a piece of paper that had her dorm room and phone number on it.

“See you Friday at eight?” she asked and then licked her lips.

Tanner blinked in momentary confusion and then remembered what she wanted. “Eight sounds fine,” he answered. “I’ll be there.”

“Don’t forget to wear a costume. I’m going to be a sexy witch,” she giggled.

Tanner gave a momentary frown, wondering how a witch could be sexy. He had a vision of the green-faced old crone fromThe Wizard of Oz. Then he wondered what on earth he could do to pull a costume together. “Okay…?” he answered.Well, something will come to mind, I guess.

It turned out that Monica’s costume looked far more sexy than witchy. Tanner feared she’d come down with a chest cold, her boobs were so exposed. Her black dress was extremely low cut and completely exposed her cleavage through a lace-up front that was open all the way down to her belly button. Her tits looked to Tanner like inflated balloons that were trying to escape their doubtful confines. The dress was roughly the length of a tennis skirt, and her legs were covered in fishnet stocking and knee-high boots. The only thing that provided any authenticity to her claim of being a witch was that she carried a broom.

Tanner was completely unaffected by her outfit, but what he did react to was that she’d covered her platinum hair with a long, black wig. Tanner’s eyes dilated, and he felt himself growing hard.

“What on earth are you supposed to be?” Monica asked in a pouty voice. She looked him up and down with an air of incredulity.

Tanner stood in her doorway, dressed in his best suit and a red tie. “It’s not obvious?” he asked. Then he waved a cigar in her face. “You were actually my inspiration,Monica.”

“Uh…” Monica had no clue.

“I’m president!” he laughed.

“Oh… Bill Clinton?” She finally caught on.

“No,” he said in a serious tone. “That was a good guess with the cigar, but I just like them. I’mPresident Lassiter.”

Squinting at him, Monica stated, “I don’t remember a president with that name.”

“Not yet,” Tanner smirked. “Just give it time. Let’s go, beautiful.” He was gratified to see Monica grab a coat.

The party was held at one of the eating clubs on The Street at one edge of the campus. It was crammed with bodies. All of the guests had red, plastic cups that they drank from as often as they sloshed their refreshments on the floor and each other. The smell of cheap beer was almost overpowering. Tanner and Monica wandered around for a while, looking at the stupid excuses everyone had for a costume. The girls mostly tried for “sexy” it seemed, as there were nurses, nuns, princesses, etc., that all looked like the costumes had come from some porn catalog. The guys tended to wear football jerseys, cowboy hats and plaid shirts, or a few more adventurous ones wore scrubs and volunteered to give examinations to all of the girls. It was just lame and predictable to Tanner.

The music was so loud everyone had to shout, and no one could decipher what anyone else said most of the time. When Monica asked Tanner where he was from, he answered with a questioning look, “No I don’t play drums. Why did you ask that?”

“No,from,Tanner! Where did you grow up? You have the cutest accent,” she said straight into his ear this time.

Wincing at her loud voice directly in his ear, he said, “Oh, sorry. I misunderstood you. It’s terribly loud in here. I’m from Honeybee Hollow, Kentucky.” Tanner wasn’t about to shout in her ear, so he addressed the room loudly.

“Well, honey yourself,” she purred. “You want me to fuck you?” she asked with a wink. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“No, nothoney,fuck me, Honeybee Hollow, Kentucky!”

Monica furrowed her brows, only getting the gist that he’d said no to fucking, but she brightened immediately when someone poured something new into her cup. She took a drink and gasped. She set down her cup and grabbed his tie, pulling him down to her level. “Do you want to get out of here?” she asked, her brown eyes boring into his.

“Yes,” Tanner said, relieved. He’d had enough of this party, even though they’d only been there less than an hour. And he wanted to get his suit cleaned as soon as possible.

Going outdoors was a refreshing change from the deafening, stuffy party, and Tanner took in grateful gulps of chilly air as they made their way back to Monica’s dorm. His ears rang, however, and he had the beginning of a headache.

“C’mon in,honey,” she ordered with a grin when they got to her room. “My roommate is out for the whole night.” She took his hand and pulled him through the door. As soon as they got inside, Monica flung off her coat and whipped around to face Tanner. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants.

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