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things around for
myself”—she gives an impish grin—“start taking advantage of all the
fresh meat Garrison has to offer. You know, a social
experiment.”
    “Social experiment?” I hold back a laugh. If
I didn’t know better I’d think she read my thesis. Has she read my
thesis?
    “Yeah, I can document my findings on what it
feels like to become a female predator. They do exist, you know.
The male species doesn’t own exclusive rights to sexual
domination.”
    “You want to sexually dominate.” I find this
doubtful. Although if she’s hell-bent on diving into a cesspool of
STDs, who am I to stop her? In fact, I might even introduce her to
the chains a little sooner than anticipated. “And, by all means, I
volunteer to do the documentation around here.” I’ll be published
by fall.
    “I could be the next big player at Garrison.”
She says it, stunned by her own admission. “I bet I can give you a
run for your money.”
    “No you can’t.” I take a quick swig of my
soda. No use in placating her with false ideals. A kitten like her
would be eaten alive in the most extravagant sexual fashion if left
to the rabid bears on campus.
    “Well then, I’ll just have to prove you
wrong.” Her neck arches in a seductive manner, paper-white and long
like a pillar.
    She accepts the challenge as if I just issued
a dare. I should set her straight, release her from the bondage of
ever becoming anything like me, but my mouth takes a U-turn.
    “So, I guess you’ll need some pointers.” I
start up the car and back out of the lot without giving my
conscious a chance to weigh in on the matter.
    She leans as the car moves and her chest
swells out of her T-shirt, making me hungry for far more than
food.
    “Where we going?” she whispers, worried by my
sudden interests to offer assistance, I’m sure.
    “To my place.” I’ll have her running for the
nearest convent by the time I’m through with her. “It’s time to get
to bed.”
     

2
    Kendall
    The Experiment

     
    Bed?
    I watch as the moon lies over the water like
a lover, the waves lapping the shore with their strange luminescent
glow. Cruise weaves us down a deserted black highway with curtains
of evergreens erect on either side. He’s driving me to a yet
undisclosed location to which he gleefully confessed happens to
house his mattress. And, I’m pretty sure after he has his way with
me, there’s a good chance he’ll dismember my body.
    I can’t believe how stupid I am to get in the
car with a stranger. They say never let an abductor take you to a
second location—not that I’ve technically been abducted since I
willfully entered the vehicle. Although in my defense, plenty of
abductees have crawled into the passenger’s side under the pretense
of a burger and fries.
    We drive out of civilization, just as I
suspected, and into a black hole that eventually leads to a sign
that reads, Carrington County, then another less prominent sign
reading, Elton House, Bed and Breakfast .
    “My mom runs the place,” he volunteers as we
pull in. “It was passed down from my grandfather.” The muscles in
his jaw tighten as he inspects the tall yellow structure. We turn
down an offshoot and land in front of a small brick house tucked
behind the B&B. “I have an extra room. The bathroom doesn’t
have a lock, but I promise, I’ll knock up a storm before barging
in—maybe.” He gives a devilish grin before killing the engine. “The
room is yours if you want it, for as long as you need it.”
    “Thank you.” I think. “But I don’t have any
money for rent,” I confess. And I’m pretty sure my scholarship
doesn’t cover shacking up with abnormally good-looking boys. But, I
guess one night won’t hurt. He seems mostly sane. Although, I’m not
sure I could take him if he decides to attack. I’ll have to sleep
with a stiletto at the ready should the need arise to put out an
eye.
    “That’s all right. I’ll let you cook me
breakfast in exchange for room