Lori Visits Mac’s Dorm
Lori was excited as she was driving the seventy miles to visit me for the weekend. It was the late 1970s, and I was a junior in college and Lori was a sophomore. Lori was a beautiful redhead. We met four months prior at a music festival. She went to an all-girl college in the city, and I attended a coed engineering college in the North Georgia Mountains. It was coed, but only twelve girls attended out of 2,500 students. Eight of the girls lived on the first floor of my dorm. I lived on the fourth floor. There was no elevator. I am 6’0” tall, and I have been told that I am ruggedly handsome. I possessed a great deal of experience with the ladies, considering my age. Mostly because it was the free …