Teaching Carol, Ch.2
It was definitely getting colder as the evening darkened around us, and we walked with our arms around each other’s waists as we made out way back to the campus dormitory where she lived. I wanted to ask her what she was feeling about what we had just done, but I had the sense that she didn’t want to discuss it, was perhaps ashamed of her part in it. So we talked of other things, as if we were still just two people who had gone on a slightly romantic walk. As we got closer to her building, though, she began to talk a little more nervously, saying that I didn’t have to see her all the way up to her room, that men weren’t supposed to be in the building after ten P.M., and …