Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)
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				Title: <strong>Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 22:53:00</strong>
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				It had been a whim, really.&nbsp; Torri's best friend had raved about all the 'hot guys' on this site, and really - what was the harm in a little anonymous flirting?<br><br>"First step - a profile," she said to the screen.&nbsp; Carefully, she typed in her information.&nbsp; Age: 18&nbsp; Sex: F&nbsp; Hair: brown&nbsp; Eyes: green.&nbsp; She uploaded a copy of her senior picture, the one that made her look like she was wearing an evening gown.<br><br>"And - a few words about me.&nbsp; I'm a fun-loving girl who is looking for someone to have a good time with.&nbsp; Prefer someone with maturity.&nbsp; Ping me at -" and here, the web page inserted a random-looking number that tied into the site's messaging system.<br><br>"Now, let's see what kind of response I get," she said as she hit 'Send'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:47:54</strong>
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				Drew was browsing the web when he came across the online dating site. Perfect, he thought, to find a weak minded woman to claim! Only girls lacking in self confidence used online dating sites to try and find 'the man of their dreams' and were much more confidant when talking online. But still, easy to corrupt and control. <br><br>He quickly created a profile of himself, posting a picture or two that both revealed his toned, athletic body while at the same time masking his face. He seemed perfectly legit despite his nefarious intentions. He quickly began browsing profiles and came upon 'Torri', an 18 year old brunette who was extremely attractive. He grinned to himself, clicking on the link and quickly typing out a message:<br><br><strong>Hi Torri,<br>I'm Drew - nice to meet you. I'm new to this site and don't know how this works, but you seem like you have a lot of similar interests that I have so I'd love to get to know you more.<br>-Drew</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:34:11</strong>
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				When Torrie signed on again, the message was waiting for her.&nbsp; Without a second thought, she clicked on his profile.&nbsp; <em>Not bad,</em> she thought, although she frowned a little when she couldn't make out his face.&nbsp; <em>So he's not a good photographer,</em> she decided after a while.<br><br><strong>Hi Drew,<br>I guess we can just talk back and forth like this.&nbsp; I've never done anything like this either, so I guess we can learn as we go?<br>-Torri</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:37:18</strong>
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				Drew recieved the new message and grinned. Not a rejection - a good start!<br><br>He typed out another email, agreeing to talking via this method, explaining a little about himself and his own interests, but not writing too much that it seemed too wordy either. He focused on points he had read in her profile, all an attempt at putting her at ease. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 06:28:01</strong>
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				When Drew's email popped up so quickly after she'd sent hers, Torri noticed that there was an indicator showing that he was online.&nbsp; It seemed obvious after the fact, but clicking on the indicator launched a messaging window.&nbsp; Feeling inordinately pleased with herself, she tapped out a quick message.<br><br><strong>Hey there - I found your indicator thingy.&nbsp; Wanna chat?&nbsp; Or is this a bad time?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 17:27:09</strong>
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				<strong>Hi. Yeah, this is fine, much quicker this way. So how are you today?</strong> He types back, settling into his chair to start chipping away at her. He had to come off as a kind and caring person, interested in her but not overwhelmingly so, quick to put her at ease, always saying the right thing, and making her fall for him. It would be tricky, but he thought he could pull it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 20:01:08</strong>
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				<strong>Doing pretty good - kinda bored, though,</strong> she typed back.&nbsp; This was safe - Drew could be living across the country for all she knew, and even so, she was sitting at home in her own room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 20:09:55</strong>
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				<strong>Oh yeah?</strong> He responds, knowing that she lived in the same town as him. It said as much on the profile page, though he had left his out. <strong>There are plenty of things a girl can do when she's bored.</strong> Sure, that was being a little forward, but when it came down to it seeking a relationship was also the same as seeking some one for sexual gratification.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:46:20</strong>
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				Torri giggled as she read that, although she didn't put that into words.&nbsp; That was another safe thing about this - she didn't need to worry about guarding her reactions to things.<br><br><strong>Really?&nbsp; What kinds of things do you think we do when we're bored?</strong> she typed.&nbsp; She was tempted to put a little tongue-sticking-out icon after it, but thought that might make her look even younger than she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 14:19:57</strong>
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				<strong>Oh, there are rumors. Many rumors. Especially about sleep overs.</strong> He types out in response, clearly referring to the common myth that girls got naked and made out when they were alone together. <strong>As far as solitary boredom goes, I can think of several ways to pass the time. ;)</strong> He adds the 'wink' icon to the end of that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 14:53:40</strong>
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				<strong>Well, I couldn't say anything about that... ;)</strong>&nbsp; Torri added the wink this time.&nbsp; <strong>A girl's gotta have some secrets.</strong><br><br>She hit enter, and then had another thought.&nbsp; <strong>Of course, I signed on here to meet people and try new things...</strong><br><br>She giggled again in her room, feeling that thrill of the 'forbidden'.&nbsp; Even though she was 'old enough' to be on the site, she knew that her parents would never approve of this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 15:00:25</strong>
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				<strong>Me too. </strong> He types back, glad he hadn't put her off by what he had previously said. <strong>Its amazing the things a bored person can do in this day and age, with the internet and technology. Do you have a webcam?</strong> There, he threw that out there. He had become shocked over how many peopled seemed to have them now, but it seemed like a lot of laptops these days came with them built in. Amateur porn and voyeurism had skyrocketed since. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 04:55:47</strong>
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				<strong>Somewhere around here,</strong> Torri typed back.&nbsp; <strong>I've never used it before, so it might take me a minute to get it running.</strong><br><br>After sending that, she started rummaging through drawers and soon came up with a little web cam that she could plug in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 16:15:32</strong>
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				He grinned at her response. <strong>Nice.</strong> He responds. Every girl that had a webcam liked to get naughty. Why else would they have it? <strong>Its amazing what technology can do today.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 07:30:16</strong>
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				<strong>Yeah, it is,</strong> Torri typed back as she came up from plugging in the web-cam.&nbsp; The computer dinged to let her know it had been plugged in, and then she saw the swiftly moving bar of the software updating.&nbsp; A few seconds later, a window popped up with a 'Connecting' indicator.<br><br>On the other end of the connection, Drew would get a notice from the messaging software.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">User Torri is initiating a video connection.&nbsp; Accept? <strong>Y/N</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 14:45:29</strong>
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				Drew quickly clicked <strong>Yes</strong> and watched as the window popped up to reveal her and everything on her end of the camera. His own clicked to life, but she would notice that the image was so distorted, almost like static, that she would barely be able to make out the shape of a person on the other end.<br><br><strong>And hey - there you are!</strong> He types, grinning as he examines her more closely on his screen. At least the pictures she had posted were current and actually of her, unlike what many girls posted
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 05:13:39</strong>
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				Torri squinted at the picture, leaning forward and inadvertently giving Drew a nice view of her breasts under a snug t-shirt.&nbsp; Being unfamiliar with the web-cam, she had no idea that her own transmission was crystal clear.<br><br><strong>Darn - I guess it loses quality when it's doing video instead of just taking pictures,</strong> she typed.&nbsp; <strong>You're coming in really blurry.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 19:50:26</strong>
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				She certainly had a nice chest, he thought, his eyes glued to the screen as she leans forward. She was certainly a hottie - he could only guess why she didn't have a boyfriend right now.<br><br><strong>Really? Everything seems to be working fine from my end. This camera has given me problems in the past, maybe it's my computer. You're steaming in fine and clear though - you're very beautiful!</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 20:20:42</strong>
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				Torri giggled, looking into the camera and waving a little.<br><br><strong>Thank you - I wish I could see _you_ better, but if it's the camera's fault...</strong>&nbsp; She shrugged, giving a sympathetic smile in his direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 20:24:27</strong>
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				He smiles at her gesture though knows she can't really see him. She was really cute.<br><br><strong>Sorry :( I'll see if I can fix it later, but no promises. Technology can be finicky sometimes. </strong> He types back. <strong>Are you sure you're single? Girls like you don't stay single very long.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 21:56:55</strong>
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				<strong>You haven't seen the guys around here,</strong> she typed, rolling her eyes.&nbsp; <strong>They're so - immature.&nbsp; I signed up here to try and find someone who acts older than 13, you know?</strong>&nbsp; She was disappointed by the fact that she couldn't see what he looked like, but reassured herself with the fact that if they clicked, then they could still figure out how to exchange pictures some other way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 16:10:02</strong>
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				<strong>Yeah, most of the girls are that way too. Too superficial and materialistic for me.</strong> He responds. <strong>There is more to life then getting drunk and partying the night away.</strong> So she was looking for a more mature man. He could play that role rather well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 07:29:28</strong>
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				<strong>Exactly!</strong> she typed back.&nbsp; <strong>My friends give me a bunch of grief because I'm always the one who volunteers to be the designated driver - and then I want to get home in time to get a decent night's sleep before class.</strong><br><br>In truth, she'd tried drinking once, and discovered to her embarrassment that it took frightfully little to get her tipsy.&nbsp; Ever since then, she'd avoided it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 15:13:07</strong>
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				<strong>I have little desire to spend the night puking up my guts and waking up in the morning with a hangover. Drinking in moderation is much more acceptable.</strong> He types back. <strong>Not everyone seems to be capable of doing that.</strong> He pauses before continuing. <strong>So besides having to care for a bunch of drunks, what else do you do for fun?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 17:05:50</strong>
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				Torri grinned at the camera at his description of her social life.&nbsp; <strong>Well, I like listening to music, watching movies, that sort of thing,</strong> she typed.&nbsp; It sounded a little lame, so she added more. <strong>Sometimes the local clubs have a decent band playing, so I'll go and watch.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:29:18</strong>
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				<strong>I'm glad to know you're interesting but normal. Some of the people on here seem very...eccentric or out of their minds.</strong> He types back. From what he had gathered so far she led a pretty normal life. He peers at the webcam image again, letting his eyes trace over every inch of flesh that he could see. <strong>Thats a compliment, by the way :)</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 19:37:37</strong>
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				As she was reading his response, Torri heard a noise from the hallway.&nbsp; <strong>Just a sec</strong>, she typed, before going to check it out.&nbsp; In the process, she gave him a good look at how she looked from behind - a nice behind with hips that were curvy but not over-blown, and long, slim legs.&nbsp; The jeans she was wearing were snug enough to only leave a little to the imagination, including the fact that there was no panty-line showing.<br><br><strong>Back,</strong> she typed after returning to the machine.&nbsp; <strong>Person across the hall is putting in a loft.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 19:39:45</strong>
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				She had a nice ass, he quickly noted, nice hips and legs too. Overall a very good looking girl - her pictures didn't lie. He smiled as several thoughts flitted across his head. She came back rather quickly, which he was glad for. <strong>Sounds like it is going to get pretty noisy over there then, with all the construction. I hope you can sleep through loud noises.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 20:02:59</strong>
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				She made a face, scrunching up her nose a little.&nbsp; <strong>Hopefully, they'll be able to figure out the instructions, and it won't take that much time,</strong> she typed.&nbsp; <strong>But if it does - I guess it'll be a long night.&nbsp; Good thing I don't have classes tomorrow.</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 20:05:16</strong>
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				He smiles again at the face she makes...she was rather cute too. <strong>Yeah. I don't think I asked what you are studying, did I? I work, myself - already done my time at school (thank god thats over).</strong> He types back. Get her talking about herself, he reminds himself, that is how you get a girl interested in you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 01:32:26</strong>
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				<strong>English major,</strong> she typed.&nbsp; <strong>Although from what I hear, that and two bucks <em>might</em> get you a cup of coffee these days.&nbsp; Haha.&nbsp; What kind of work are you in?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 19:40:41</strong>
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				Intelligent too, he thinks. Not many girls were interested in such a major. Perhaps a little fire in her too then. He smiles at the thought. <strong>I am self employed.</strong> He responds, though in truth its an inherited wealth that provides him with plenty of money. <strong>I help manage trust funds.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 20:50:08</strong>
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				<strong>Bet you get to deal with all sorts of interesting people, then,</strong> Torrie typed back.&nbsp; Not to mention, he must be good with money if other people trust him with theirs...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 20:54:11</strong>
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				<strong>Yes, sometimes I wonder if some of them have flagpoles shoved up their asses.</strong> He types back. <strong>It pays well though, have my own place, no room mates or anything.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 14:21:39</strong>
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				<strong>I've actually got a single this year,</strong> Torri typed.&nbsp; It was one of the advantages of being a senior.&nbsp; <strong>But I still have to put up with everyone on the hall.</strong>&nbsp; She glanced down at the computer clock and frowned.&nbsp; <strong>Look, I hate to cut this short, but I've got class in the morning.&nbsp; Will you be on tomorrow?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 15:41:42</strong>
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				A college student with out a room mate...perfect! No one would ever know where she was or even come looking for her. <strong>Understandable. I should be on - if I don't respond its because I am not at my computer. Nice talking to you, Torri :)</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 21:33:43</strong>
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				Torri clicked the box that closed Drew's grainy image, once again showing her lack of familiarity with her technology.&nbsp; While this removed her ability to see the feed from his webcam, it didn't turn off hers.&nbsp; As a result, she was completely unaware that it was blindly transmitting a view of her room.<br><br>At first, there wasn't a lot to see.&nbsp; She gathered her shower supplies into a little tote, and disappeared out of the screen.&nbsp; For a good twenty minutes, the display might have been a still shot of a fairly average room.&nbsp; Then, she walked back on screen, wearing nothing but two towels - one wrapped around her hair, and the other around her torso.&nbsp; That one covered no more than a barely legal mini-skirt.<br><br>There must have been a mirror on the same wall as the computer desk as well, because she unwound the towel on her head and started to comb out her wet hair.&nbsp; Slowly, jarred loose by the motions of her arms, the second towel began to slip, gradually revealing more and more of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 21:38:28</strong>
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				Drew didn't immediately close the window and was glad that he hadn't as it appeared that she had forgotten to terminate the connection. He quickly turns his off, killing the feed so she wouldn't discover what had happened, but paid attention to her video window. It appeared she was going to take a shower.<br><br>Sadly, she didn't undress in front of the camera and he waited nearly a half hour for her to return. As the towels slip off he grins. He was going to get a free show after all! The wet hair, naked look was extremely sexy on her and he let his eyes wander over her freely revealed body, comforted by the knowledge that she had no idea that he was watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 01:24:42</strong>
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				It wasn't until she had dried off and gotten into a little slip of a nightgown that Torri came back to the computer.&nbsp; She seemed completely unaware of the camera as she looked through a couple more webpages, and then shut down the machine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 01:49:50</strong>
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				The show was short lived but it was enough to make him more then enticed in meeting her and making her his, in every way that was possible. The feed is cut as she shuts down so he logs off too, deciding a good nights sleep was in store and that he'd surely be dreaming of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 03:57:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next morning, Torri got up and dashed off to classes.&nbsp; Her profile read 'Offline' until well after three.&nbsp; When she did log on, she immediately went to the dating website and looked for any messages from Drew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 04:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew, with plenty of time on his hands, had decided to send her a message around midday. That way it didn't look like he was stalking her nor that he was not interested.<br><br><strong>Hey, I enjoyed our chat last night. I wish we could have talked longer but i understand classes are important. Hope your day went well and look forward to talking to you tonight. -Drew</strong> He kept it short and brief, not wanting to come across too strongly, but also not wanting to seem like an idiot. His status was 'online' by the time she signed back on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 07:10:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torrie didn't bother to respond to the PM.&nbsp; Instead, she opened the webcam connection and typed out a greeting. <br><br><strong>Hi Drew!&nbsp; Yeah, I should have told you when my classes end.&nbsp; At least the weekend is almost here, and I won't have to go to bed so early.&nbsp; How was your day?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 14:54:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew grinned as her window popped up on his screen, the webcam already engaged. His webcam was slightly better today though he appeared more like a silhouette then anything.<br><br><strong>Hey Torrie, not too bad. Got caught up on some work I had been neglecting. How were classes?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 03:34:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Not bad - got my exam back in Western Lit.&nbsp; It could have been better, but it could have been a lot worse.</strong> she typed.&nbsp; She wasn't acing any of her classes, but she showed up and actually gave them an effort, unlike quite a few girls on campus.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:18:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Sounds like an interesting class. </strong> He responds. <strong>Learning is about the only thing I miss about college. I just wish you weren't graded on such things though. Lots of work this week?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:11:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>We're coming to the end of the term in a little over a week.&nbsp; I'm ahead of the game on some of my classes, but I know I've got at least one decent-sized term paper that hasn't been assigned yet.</strong><br><br>She stretched up, showing how well she filled out the t-shirt she was wearing, but it didn't seem to be planned at all.&nbsp; <strong>I'm <em>so</em> ready for a break from classes, though.</strong> she typed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes drop onto the unintentional stetch, marveling at her breasts. <strong>Oh, I know how that is...even just getting out of the dorm room can do some good.</strong> He pauses, briefly, before adding. <strong>I'm not sure if this is being too forward or not, but would you like to meet up for drinks some time? Help you relax from schoolwork and the madness known as the end of the semester?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torri wondered if he remembered how little she normally drank - but then again, she could always order a Coke and still have a good time.<br><br><strong>Sounds like fun.&nbsp; There's a couple of places around campus that we could meet up.&nbsp; Do you know Jimmy's Place?</strong><br><br>As she hit send, she felt butterflies in her stomach.&nbsp; Here she was, basically setting up a blind date for herself.&nbsp; It was more than a little daring.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:08:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles. Not an outright rejection! <br><br><strong>Sure, I know the place well.</strong> He lied. He rarely went on campus for the bars, preferring the ones outside of campus instead. Drunk frat boys weren't his idea of company. <strong>Whatever day works for you works for me.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Tonight's going to be better than tomorrow,</strong> Torrie typed.&nbsp; <strong>Tomorrow, there's a band coming into town, and the place will be crawling.</strong>&nbsp; She hoped she wasn't rushing things too much on her end.&nbsp; Was it okay to meet someone after only talking to them for a day?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 16:07:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her response was not what he had been expecting. He had figured she would have planned something for later in the week, but he wasn't about to turn her down. <strong>Sure, that works for me. Say, see you there around 9pm-ish then? Beat some of the regular crowd that way.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 05:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>That sounds good,</strong> Torrie typed.&nbsp; Then, she squinted a little at his webcam picture.&nbsp; <strong>But, how will I recognize you?&nbsp; I'd hate to have someone hit on me and find out later that it wasn't you.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 06:49:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She did have a point there, he reasoned. He quickly came up with an answer. <strong>I'll meet you outside at 9PM sharp. I'll be in a green shirt and I think I'll recognize you first. :P </strong> He types back. Oh yes, she would be hard not to spot, he thought. He was already getting excited at the prospect of things moving ahead much faster then he had anticipated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 20:37:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Green shirt - that works.</strong>&nbsp; Torrie couldn't help wishing that she had a better idea of what Drew looked like, but at least she knew that he knew what <em>she</em> looked like.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 05:44:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Sweet deal.</strong> He responds, then looks over at his clock. <strong>Well, I have some things I need to take care of before I head out to meet you tonight. Do you have a cellphone I can call incase I am run into any delays?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 06:52:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torrie hesitated.&nbsp; Like most people her age, the Internet was familiar territory, and she knew that giving out personal information was potentially dicey.&nbsp; Heck, even now, they were communicating through the dating site, which used nondescript strings of numbers for identification.&nbsp; But what if Drew <em>did</em> need to reach her while she was at Jimmy's?<br><br><strong>Sure,</strong> she typed eventually, typing the number into the message box.&nbsp; <strong>Probably best to text me there, so I don't let a strange number go to voicemail.</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 15:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He quickly enters her number into his phone and then closes it. <strong>Thanks...i'll text you if something comes up but I am sure it will be fine. Well, time to go then. Looking forward to meeting you later :)</strong> He types back, but remains at his computer. He hoped on the off chance she would forget to close the connection while she changed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 00:01:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Bye!</strong> she typed, and closed her view of him.&nbsp; As he hadn't given her any clue that she had left her end open before, Drew would be treated to a streaming video of the next several hours.<br><br>And he wouldn't be disappointed.&nbsp; Since Torri was going out for the first time that <em>she</em> was planning on meeting someone, instead of just tagging along with her friends, she wasn't about to waste the opportunity to look good.<br><br>Part of the time was spent with diligent searching on the Internet.&nbsp; Although he couldn't see that, she was looking up potential hairstyles and makeup tips.&nbsp; After that, came the requisite search through her wardrobe for the perfect outfit.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:03:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew sat there watching her, knowing that she didn't know he was. Once it became apparent that she was just browsing the internet, he decided to take a shower. Had his camera been working, and had she not closed his stream, she would see him strip naked, revealing his toned form for the first time, his limp cock decently impressive in size despite being soft. <br><br>He takes a quick shower, returning to see that she hadn't move yet, and pulls on his green polo shirt and a nice pair of jeans. No need to get fancy, they were just going to a bar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:23:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not long after he returned, Torrie was starting to try on outfits.&nbsp; True, it was just a bar, but she wasn't going to show up in the clothes she typically wore to class.&nbsp; As a result, she stripped down to bra and panties as she pulled out one outfit after another.&nbsp; She didn't actually try any of them on, but merely held them up in front of her as she looked at her reflection in a full length mirror.<br><br>The unintended consequence of this was that Drew got to see quite a bit of her from behind, and a nice profile as she went back and forth to the closet.<br><br>Eventually, she decided on a simple, but flattering outfit.&nbsp; A teal-colored blouse and a black mid-thigh skirt showed off her long legs and firm curves.&nbsp; As an afterthought - which entailed one last 'show' - she opted to change into a black push-up bra.&nbsp; This, she changed into without consulting a mirror.&nbsp; If Drew was still watching by that point, he would get a very clear view of her removing the plain white one and standing half-nude for a moment before putting on the black one and re-dressing in the blouse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew watches as she undresses to her undergarments, smiling as he sees her nearly nude. She had a gorgeous body and her ass looked ripe for fucking...even if she didn't know thats the firs thing he thought of when seeing it the panties she wore. He kept watching, approving of her final selection. She would be easy to spot in the crowd. His jaw drops as she changes bra, facing the camera, her small nipples barely discernable on the grainy image. He licks his lips and watches as she pulls on her final selection.<br><br>Checking his watch, he determines its about time to go. He logs off his computer, killing the connection, before heading for the door. He hops into his BMW - he was no college kid - and drives over to the campus, parking in one of the free parking lots before heading over to the specified bar. The walk was short and he arrived a few minutes before 9PM, a small crowd had already gathered inside. He looks around, looking for her as several people walk along the sidewalk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:18:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torrie arrived pretty close to nine.&nbsp; She'd had dinner at the dining hall, and giggled with her girlfriends about this nice guy that she'd met.&nbsp; She hadn't told them <em>where</em> she'd met him, or even much about him.&nbsp; After all, she didn't know all that much about him to tell.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, she was being smart enough, in her own mind, to meet him at a <em>place</em> she knew.&nbsp; Jimmie's was close enough to campus that she could walk home if the date went bad.&nbsp; Because of this, she was all smiles and confidence as she walked up to the front door, looking around for some guy in a green shirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:24:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Torrie?" He asks, approaching her from the side. She was even prettier in person, he thought. He knew the answer to his question already - he clearly recognized her and what she was wearing, despite her not having told him what she was wearing. Before he had approached he had made sure to give her the quick once over. How did a girl like her stay single for long?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 05:22:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Drew?"&nbsp; She was a little less sure - although she wasn't surprised that he recognized her.&nbsp; He'd said that her image had come over the webcam clearly.&nbsp; "Hey, it's good to finally get a chance to see you," she said with a warm smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 14:04:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles at her and goes in to give her a small hug - no kiss on the cheek, just a hug. "Yeah, sorry about that camera. Its very finnicky." He takes a step back. "You look very beautiful tonight." He says, giving her a sheepish grin. He turns to the door of the bar. "Shall we grab a drink?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 21:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torrie blushed.&nbsp; He was being very gentlemanly - he definitely seemed just as nice in person as he was over the camera.&nbsp; "All right - but I'm probably just going to have one, you know."&nbsp; While it was true that she didn't often drink, she was feeling just enough on edge that something simple would relax her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 22:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No pressure." He says, holding open the door for her, the sounds of the bar washing over them as they step in. He follows her over to the bar, looking around as he does so. Not too busy. He spots an empty table and motions for her to follow him over. He waits for her to seat herself. "What would you like to drink?" He then asks, heading to the bar once she tells him to order their drinks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 00:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll have a Peppermint Pattie," she said.&nbsp; She'd learned that the drink was relatively low in alcohol without looking too much like a 'lightweight' drink.&nbsp; She sat back when Drew left, and looked around the bar to see if any of her friends were there.&nbsp; Unfortunately, with the band coming in the next night, many of them had opted not to come to Jimmie's tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 00:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He returns a few moments later, placing the peppermint pattie in front of her before taking a seat across from her. He drank from a bottle of Fat Tyre Beer and smiles across the table at her. "So hows the studying going? I know how the last week of classes can be." He says, genuinely interested in learning more about her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 04:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seems to be going fairly well.&nbsp; At least I didn't feel like I'd picked up the exam notes for the wrong class today," she said, sipping her drink slowly.&nbsp; "I'm pretty sure I'm going to pass my tests," she added after she swallowed.&nbsp; "So I can afford not to shut myself in my room for the next week."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 04:13:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sips from his beer as she talks, laughing at a little at her words. Her voice was much more pleasant sounding that he had thought, very feminine and he was sure when she was consumed by lust her voice was dead sexy. "Oh yeah? I take it you've had past experience picking up the wrong notes?" He grins at her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 18:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed.&nbsp; "Not exactly - but I had one class last year where the teacher made the test up from the reading and not from the lectures.&nbsp; Anyone who only studied the notes from class was almost completely lost."&nbsp; It was easy enough to talk to him, and the drink - as light as it was - had her feeling just a little careless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 02:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles at that. "That sounds like one evil teacher. I had one like that once, where we talked politics in an English Grammar class. I would have aced my current affairs class - if had been at the same time as the Grammar one! As it was, I practically failed the Grammar course because he tested us on material that we never even covered in class! The guy was a real asshole." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 04:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Evil would be if he hadn't given us the reading list," she said with a wink.&nbsp; "As it was, it was my own fault for not doing the reading on time."&nbsp; She took another sip of her drink.&nbsp; "I figured, if he wasn't going over it in class, it wasn't important.&nbsp; Now, <em>that</em> was a late night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 04:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think most people do the reading." He responds, sipping more from his bottle. "At least your professors are kind enough to create study guides like that though - I was never good at taking notes in class myself, thank god for study partners!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 22:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Torrie is quiet for a while, her own thoughts drifting away from the drudgery of classwork as she had more of her drink.&nbsp; "Bet you're glad it's all over, aren't you?" she says after a while.&nbsp; "I know I can't wait for this term to finish so I don't have to worry about the symbolism of the colors of ball gowns in a novel."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Meeting the Stranger (Oni and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 19:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs again at her comment. "Haha, yeah...you'll eventually be able to read a book and enjoy it without trying to decipher every hidden meaning (real and imagined)." He shakes his head, that smile still on his face. "It takes a couple books, but you eventually get back to not being overly analytical of them. There are definitely some things I miss about college life, but other things I am glad that I don't have to deal with anymore."
			</dd>
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