Melody nodded, fell into step behind the other two mainly out of habit. It really arose out of being a follower, but if nothing else it afforded a glimpse of the pretty bits of Morgan still showing. As usual, she was the one to lock the door behind them. Even from the hallway it was obvious that the sweater would have been unworkable. They moved down that hallway attended by all the usual sights and sounds, the dorm scents--which were a bit more noxious than she would have expected of a girls' dorm. From men she expected smelly and rancid. Not us. Not here.<br/><br/>They emerged into the thick air of the outdoors and Melody gasped. Denied the respite of air conditioning, the heavy and humid air bore heavily upon her. The sudden difficulty breathing was surely psychological more than anything. Melody was used to hot, humid, sticky weather. She still wasn't any less mortified at the way her t-shirt was sticking. "I don't suppose there's any way y'all will go along with actually crossing at the light this time?" she asked, resolved to the answer no all ready. A quick run across the street and they were at the store. Predictably, *he* was there, and of course despite Melody's efforts to 'happen' to be the least convenient target she felt the attempted grab at her behind and blused a crimson brighter than her hair as she moved quickly into the store. She reflected, not for the first time, that the attempt to avoid *him* probably attracted *him*.