Risk

Jordan had to risk it. The thrill of taking all three awards in one fell swoop was too great to pass up. And with that he decided on his target. A couple of his friends were art majors and all of them talked about what a legendary rack Kimberly Foals had. He had no way of knowing where in the factory quarters she resided, but he knew she stayed on campus.

Jordan dug through his desk and shuffled around long neglected homework assignments to reach his prize: a crumpled and stained campus map he had received at orientation. Calling upon his European explorer ancestors, Jordan charted out a path into unknown territory. He knew not the exact qualifications behind the “Sneaky, Sneaky” award, but he figured that it would be best if he was not seen at all during this adventure. So he plotted out a path to infiltrate from outside, rather than sneaking the hallways of the school. Personal experience told him that he was just barely tall enough to scramble up to the windows of his dorm from the ground outside and he would have to count on it being the same setup on the other side of campus.

Armed with a deformed wire hanger and some paper clips to bypass the rudimentary door and window locks possessed by the archaic academy, Jordan set off on his journey. Sliding through the window frame and tumbling down to the soft ground below, he was a man on a mission.

Heart beat after heart beat drowned out the soft sounds of nature that filled the night, as the gravity of his undertaking was fully realized. Jordan would not let this dissuade him, as his obnoxiously loud heart rate quieted to the level of his soft gait. Placing one foot in front of the other, his body held low to the ground by the magnetic **** of fear.

It was a half hour until midnight on a Tuesday, so Jordan figured there was no reason for the majority of adults to still be awake. While he kept an eye out for any patrolling security and hugged as close to the building as possible to avoid being sighted from within, his trek across campus was quite uneventful.

Scouting out the perimeter around the faculty quarters, Jordan found a suitable window and shimmied his way up. Ready to pull out the hanger and disarm the entryway’s defenses, he was shocked to find that unnecessary. The window casually slid to the side with ease, putting up the resistance of a wanton slut.

Now to find Ms. Foals. Using the hazy light of his phone lockscreen, he illuminated the name plates beside each door. Each nameplate had space for two names and Jordan diligently worked his way through the darkness shrouded corridor. On lucky door number 13, he discovered his prize. So filled with glee at Kimberly Foals being locked within his sights, Jordan had not even bothered to read the second name listed.

As a vault cracker often does, Jordan pressed his ear to the door to decipher any signs of life within. Not a single sound, save a soft and serene snore, stood to sway him from his scintillating stunt. With a deep breath, a quiet click, and the predictable squeak of a door that was poorly maintained, Jordan had passed his penultimate barrier.

The quarters were laid out quite similar to a modern apartment. The central area was a combination of kitchen and living room, with two rooms attached on either end of the space. Jordan deduced that these were in fact, bedrooms. One bedroom door was swung wide open and within, Jordan sighted the source of the feminine snore. Though it was not Kimberly, she certainly still had quite the rack. He humorously pondered if he could request an award for doubling down on the dare.

Creeping towards the other door, Jordan once again felt his heart in his ears. He turned the handle and peaked within to find...

An empty bed.

Keys rattled and jingled, attempting to align with the entry of the keyhole in much the same way as a trembling virgin. Panic set in and Jordan did the only thing he could think of. He quickly backtracked and entered the room of the buxom mystery woman, softly closing the door behind him as the main door to the quarters swung open.

In front of him stirred an angelic beauty, laying atop all of the covers while dressed only in near see through ebony lingerie. Though it appeared her eyes were mostly shut, a half asleep whisper serenaded his ears.