Karen Wong?

A beautiful, smiling Chinese girl, which he immediately assumed to be Karen Wong, stood behind him. Bryan stepped back, and the woman extended her hand toward him.

?Hi I?m Karen. I saw you reading our sign beside the door, and I thought you might be a friend of Lindsay?s or something. She?s gone. I don?t know where she went. Do you know her?? She seemed as though the words were coming out of her at a mile a minute.

Her sable hair was long, and she wore it parted in the middle with tightly-braided pigtails on each side of her head. She wore little makeup as far as he could tell, just a small bit of mascara and a little light lip gloss. She let out a small sigh and tossed her pigtails back over her shoulders.

?I?m Bryan, I guess I?ll be living across the hallway from you. And I don?t know where my roommate is either. His name is Scott.?

She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her low ride jeans and looked Bryan in the eyes. ?Going to any of the parties? Or just going to stick to the dorms this weekend?" She seemed as though she might be dropping a hint as to what she had planned. His eyes traveled quickly over her body. Her jeans were tight, and cuffed at the bottoms, rising to mid shin. Her feet were bare, but perfectly manicured and painted with a shade of rose that matched the nails on her fingertips. She was wearing a gauzy top colored pastel green with thin spaghetti straps and cut very low. Her breasts were firm, but small, like large apples. The straps of her bra were misaligned with her top -- narrow and bright white. Bryan wondered if her panties were the same crisp white.

?I haven?t really decided what I?m gonna do yet,? Bryan answered noncommittally.

?Hmmmm,? Karen said with what could be a slight tone of disappointment?

A door slammed at the opposite end of the hallway, and both of them turned in that direction, and watched as two blonde young women and a sandy haired guy wearing a plain black t-shirt with the word ?college? emblazoned across the chest rushed down the staircase.

?Looks like it could be a wild weekend,? Bryan said.

Turning back to look at Bryan, Karen?s cheeks were flushed with just a hint of red. ?I hope so. I?d really like to blow off some steam before we have to crack the books.?

?What?s the best way you can think of to blow off some steam ?? Bryan asked, hoping Karen didn?t get easily offended.