June 30th, 2010 | 
Author: Post-Midterm Party Night
Submitted for the enjoyment of the Net by Dave Weingart (dweingar@ic.sunysb.edu)
Copyright (C) 1991, but permission is given to make an infinite number of verbatim copies to pass around, dramatize, jerk off over, act out, videotape (and if you do, I WANT COPIES!), etc.
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Out here at "beautiful" Pebble Creek U. (a.k.a. the State U. of New York at Stony Brook, home of mud and fluffies), we have a fairly active science fiction club, the Science Fiction Forum. Now, in addition to the standard library and games and MUDding and whatnot, we have some pretty wild people. Most of them are "active" fen (as in, go to cons, filk in their spare time, do weird murals on their dorm walls type of fen). We tend to kinda sorta of live in the Forum library, and even the fringies and Significant Others can be found here during various times of the day. In fact, there are a few other Forumites and pseudo-Forumites floating around at all hours. I say pseudo because, although they aren't strictly Forum (many of them, in fact, have no interest in science fiction at all), they're here an awful lot. And quite a fair number of them, such as myself, never really leave. We take classes just for the hell of it, or (worse yet) go on to do grad work just so we have an excuse to head out to the Brook long after we've pulled down our degrees. Naturally, you can end up with friends in all age groups (our oldest active member is 40, our youngest is about 17; for a reference point, I'm 28).
One of my younger friends amongst the Forumites is a girl named Holly. She's a short girl, really pretty, with long dark hair and large, wobbly tits. Holly was born years late; she should have been a 60's flower child. I mean, she's really a sweet kid, and probably one of the nicest people I know, but she's _really_ flaky at times. Be that as it may, she and I (and a few others) hang out on a reasonably regular basis, mainly to hit the Thursday night parties around the campus. Thursday nights are a popular party night, because lots of people go home for the weekend, mainly on the 4:18 "cattle car" that the Silver Snail runs out of Stony Brook Station.
As on most campuses, lots of the best parties happen right after mid-terms are over. People need to let off steam, especially the ones with real sweat courses like physics and orgo. As a result, the "Post Midterm Party Syndrome." The parties can get _wild_. Even before the parties, things can get going. Now, I knew how good it could be from my undergraduate daze, but this past semester's experiences put those to shame (and made me proud that the Babbling Brookies still rule the party sector).
I had popped by Holly's suite for the regular Thursday night party
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