Just some innocent texting

Despite a certain sexy coed, you manage to get some studying done over the next week. Of course, that's not to say that you aren't immune to her charms. Far from it. Frequently the demure yet confounding beauty manages to drift through your mind. On Tuesday night, her Hun-hallow-mas gift draws your attention like glittering lure. You absently peak through the books. The Captain America one starts with an action scene, but it doesn't grab your interest.

You'd discovered her reading the rather racey comic about Red Sonja. Had she been flipping through all three and you just happened to catch her when she peaked at the one with the bound bikini barbarian on the cover? Or had she picked it for some reason? Wild fantasies, ranging from a rampant comicbook fascination to her being the reincarnation of Red Sonja, plague your mind until you can't stand it anymore.

You decide to probe the waters. Flipping through the pages, you find a particularly immature splash page that depicts the hardly-armored red head pointing her sword at a dastardly troll in a body bending stance that has both her butt and breasts presented towards the reader. The bikini barbarian may be one of your guilty pleasures, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy a good ribbing on the pervert-pandering art style, especially if it has the same old-fashioned elegance that Sandra puts into everything else she does. You explain in a follow up text.

• Just giving you a sneak peak of what you'll get to enjoy if I finish reading this comic book.

She fires back surprisingly quick.

• You'll have to do better than that if you want to tease me. I've already reached the dungeon scene.

You flip several pages forward in the comic book, and find what she is talking about. Apparently, Red Sonja finds herself chained in a dungeon on the losing end of a battle against a bullwhip. Her slender muscles strain against the shackles that dangle from the ceiling. The fiendish captors have taken her bikini top, leaving only her lucious lochs to conceal her prodigious bust. Her expression and posture, though still dripping with defiance, seem almost to invite the lash. With torchlight shining in her eye she is a brazen beguiler inviting you to do your worst. Maybe your just projecting, the artist could've just drawn whatever was hottest at the time.

• You: Wow that is pretty saucy
• Sandra: I know.
• You: But not as wild as the next scene
• Sandra: Oh, touché. Now that you've peaked my interest, am I going to have to bribe you before I'll get a chance to read the book.
• You: I'm a simple man. Dinner goes a long way.
• Smooth. I must admit I was a little nervous about you guys. Upon meeting a bunch of nerds, I was half-expecting to get bombarded with things like "that shirt would look better accelerating towards the ground at 9.8m/s²."
• You: If you like, I could tell you I'd like to rearrange the periodic table to put Uranium and Iodine together
• Sandra: I definately feel some chemistry. It makes me wish I didn't have a test I am supposed to be preparing for.
• You: I could help you focus.
• Sandra: Oh?
• You: Steal all your clothes so you'd have to stay inside.
• Sandra: Ha ha, that would keep me indoors.
• Sandra: I wouldn't mind having someone as handsome as you as my **** driver, but something tells me I'd get more distracted after I'm naked. Plus your going to have to go on a few dates before you'll be able to get me out of my bikini armor.

Important tests be damned, The two of you trade witticisms for another half hour more before Sandra actually starts studying. Your casually flirting starts anew the next morning, and you feel your heart quicken with anticipation everytime your phone vibrates. Sandra's sharp and distinguished replies warm your spirits until they are difficult to dampen. A fact that is tested one morning when you wake up to find your apartment's floor covered with water.

"I kid you not," you explain, while having a lunch with your friends. "It took over an hour of mopping, and then I had to rent a carpet drier. The tennant above me decided to fill the tub and fell back to sleep."

"Isn't their an overflow drain just for that?" asks Saul before taking another bite from his wrap.

You shrug and put your sandwich down with out having taken a bite. "Apparently, he plugged to fill the bathtub more."

"Mission accomplished I guess," chuckles Brian after finishing his mouthful. "Can't engineer out stupid."

"So any morning you could wake up to a flood because of some stupid neighbors?" Vivian scowls while watching steam rise from her soup.

"I think I saw some sensors to warn you about that," offers Brian

"I hope there wasn't too much damage to your place," Sandra inquires, looking very prim in a blouse and vest as she delicately dices her chicken.

"Nothing electronic," you reply putting your un-bitten sandwich back down, "a lot of warped drywall, and this weird sludge that I don't want to think too much about has worked its way into the carpet." You shake your head nervously. "The guy is super apologetic about it and is putting his money where is mouth. The upshot is I won't be able to host."

"I'd offer," Saul comments, "but Screamy McInbred still lives upstairs."

"We could do my place," suggests David.

"Last time I visited," counters Vivian, "there was a line of dead ants in the hall. If Sandra's okay with it, we could host." She looks to her roommate for approval.

The busty beauty flashes a pearlescent smile. "That'd be wonderful; it would give me a chance to share my family's falafel recipe." She watches you take a bite from your sandwich, then asks, "will you still have time to get the game ready with all this going on?"

You swallow your food before answering. "Yeah, it doesn't matter how much I plan, you guys will take things in a weird direction anyways."

"Damn straight!" agrees David.

"That's how we roll," adds Brian.

Plans adjusted successfully, the group starts talking about nerd minutia surprisingly quickly. Brian outlines a theory about Star Wars being both the past and the future due to a space-time torus. David, who gets very passionate about not letting science pollute his art, puts on his expert yoda voice to say "wash your head in a toilet, you must." You all chuckle as a group, but you steal a glance of Sandra perfect face that is now radiant because of her laugh. She catches you staring and gives you an encouraging grin. A half hour later it's time for most of the group to head to class, so you walk the alluringly elegant woman to her Literary History lecture and then head to the library to try to focus on homework.