“She’s way out of your league, dude,” said Harrison.
And he was right. Trent was
tall, blond, athletic; Elizabeth anything but.
But when he’d heard Elizabeth ask a single question that stopped
Professor Stromboldt cold, he knew she was the one.
It was not easy. She assumed at
first that he was mocking her, then that he thought she’d be an easy lay. But he persisted, driven by the sincerity of
his admiration.
At last, success! That night was
glorious for them both, a true meeting of equals.
Then, in the morning, the League Enforcers smashed down the dorm-room
door.
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