Where are you taking me?

It's an age old story. The names of the young man and woman involved are irrelevant to it's telling, so you may call them whatever you like. They are two undergraduates attending other people's graduation ceremonies when they properly meet. They may have seen each other around campus quite a bit over the academic year but have never actually spoken till today. Most non- graduating students are in groups supporting their graduating friends, but there's alway one or two who get either so bound up in, or obsessed by, their studies that they shun the social side of university life altogether. On occasions such as this therefore, they feel obliged to be there out of a sense of duty and yet, at the same time, also manage to feel strangely out of place.

That said, Graduations are celebrations after all and as with most celebrations, is usually freely flowing if you know where to look. Outsiders, such as our two protagonists, are naturally drawn to such venues in the hope of drinking away their social unease. That's where our boy sees our girl. She's waiting patiently to be served but is having little success in attracting the barstaff's attention.

However, she has entirely grabbed our boy's attention, partly by virtue of simply being female, but mainly because she's on her own. There's something about this lone girl that immediately appeals to his predatory instincts. She looks . . . and potentially available . . . to him. Considering that the last twelve months of our boy's life has been split 50/50 between his academic studies and masturbating over pornograghic images, this perhaps shouldn't be too surprising. The two pints of lager he's consumed have also helped to produce in him a spirit of adventurous playfulness that right now he has absolutely no wish to control. So, to cut a long and not particularly enthralling story short, our boy muscles his way into our girl's life by plying her with jokes and in equal measure. She laughs at the jokes and drinks the drinks. She's short with mousy coloured hair worn in a bob. Her face is cutely babyish but her hips are a dead giveaway that she's safely of child bearing age. Her figure is clearly discernable due to the clinging pink midi dress she's wearing. It's a good dress and quite appropriate for this auspicious occasion. However, her attempts at glamour are somewhat compromised by both the denim jacket and pair of trainers she's chosen to wear as accessories. They make her look almost as out of place as he feels.

So, is she drunk enough to take advantage of yet? How can you tell? What failsafe test might he apply in order to find out? Our boy tells himself to keep talking to the girl in hope she'll eventually reveal that she's really a closet nymphomaniac who's suddenly had this overwhelming desire to 'come out' to him.

Our boy has no master plan here. On the spur of the moment, he suggests they go somewhere else and in her suggestible state of mind, she readily agrees. She's already doing want he wants, which encourages him to think he's on a winner here and that its only a matter of time before he's on her. On leaving the drinks tent, he take her by the hand to lead her through the crowd and it's then she asks that fateful question, "Where are you taking me?"