You're full of shit.

“You are so full of shit, Ellen. You just want me off your back. You really think that that’s all it’s going to take?” Cathy chuckled derisively.

“I just wish you could lighten up. I mean all the other R.A.s aren’t so strict, and nobody in the administration cares.” Ellen sighed heavily.

“I care Ellen. And I take it all very seriously.” Cathy crossed her arms over her ample 38c breasts. She looked Ellen in the eyes, and then down to the floor and back, as if considering something.

“Maybe I could forget all about this if you or Amy would do something for me.”

Ellen’s mind raced with all the rumours about Cathy. Her aggressive lesbian leanings, her blackmailing other girls into having sex with her and sometimes her friend, Jane. She reminded herself that she was really just trying to keep Cathy occupied for the next twenty minutes or so, so that Amy and you can get your stuff and the booze up to the room.

Bracing herself, Ellen asked, “What could I do?"

Cathy smiled, and her eyes devoured Ellen’s body in the form-fitting red turtleneck and short, black skirt clinging to her hips. “Well, if you want me to forget all about everything, why don't you come in, and we’ll talk about it?”

Ellen looked down the hallway towards her room, and then glanced at her watch. She nodded nervously, saying “OK.” before walking into Cathy’s room. The door closed behind her, and Cathy sat down on a chair next to the small desk at the head of her bed. Bending at the waist, she reached under the bed, and took out a pink bag and sat it on the desk, and then sat back, looking at Ellen.

“What do you want, Cathy?”