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said.
    “No,” the boy in the button-down shirt said, “what?”
    She looked at the boy who’d first spoken to her, the one in the ball cap.
    “A good time. A really good time.”
    The boys were looking at each other like she was a little crazy. The one in the button-down shirt said, “Come on, guys. Let’s get out of here.”
    He started crossing the street. The other two were about to start following him. Maybe she’d pushed them too hard. They were pretty young. Maybe they weren’t ready to play the sort of game she wanted them to play.
    “You going to give up so easily?” she said to the two boys who were left.
    The boy in the shirt had reached the other side of the street. “Come on,” he called to his friends.
    They stood indecisively in front of Trudy. She looked across the street and shrugged.
    “Hang on,” the boy in the ball cap called to his friend. “This lovely lady is in need of a drink.”
    Trudy smiled. It looked like the boy in the shirt wasn’t going to stick around, he didn’t look too impressed, but these two were eager enough.
    “I’ll meet you back at the dorm,” their friend called from across the street.
    His friends hardly even seemed to notice him leave.
    “I’m Gary,” the boy in the ball cap said.
    “I’m Dean,” the tanned one said.
    “Well, it’s sure a pleasure to meet you two,” Trudy said. “I’m Trudy, and I’m sure the three of us are going to get along just fine.”
    “We know a pretty nice bar just around the corner,” Gary said.
    “Do you?” Trudy said, linking arms with each of them, one on either side, “Then what are we waiting for?”
    Trudy had impressed even herself. It wasn’t every day that she had the confidence to walk down the street and pick up complete strangers, boys from UCLA who were at least twenty years younger than she was. As she walked down the sidewalk with a handsome freshman on each arm, she wondered if she was just imagining that this entire scenario was happening. It was like something that had fallen straight out of her head, a perfectly formed fantasy that she would have dreamt up while lying alone in her bed. She looked to her left and to her right at the two handsome young men who were walking with her and knew that it was real. She couldn’t believe she’d pulled it off.
    The bar the boys brought her to wasn’t particularly impressive. She hadn’t expected much. Twenty-year-old boys weren’t known for their taste in the finer things. There was a coarse, wooden floor, a pool table, a bar and a few leather stools. Light bulbs hung from the ceiling in wire guards. The place reminded Trudy of the bars she’d seen on a trip to Tijuana a few years back.
    “It’s not much,” Gary said, “but it’s home.”
    They took a booth close to a jukebox. Trudy got in first, Gary got in next to her, and Dean sat facing them. The bartender came over to take their orders.
    “Three beers,” Gary said.
    When the bartender had left, Trudy said, “How did you know I wanted a beer?”
    Gary winked at her. “You said you’d drink anything I gave you!”
    Dean grinned. “It’s true,” he said. “That’s exactly what you said.”
    Trudy put her hand on Gary’s lap. She could feel the bulge of his cock as it hardened in his pants. “Well,” she said. “I will.”
    Gary looked across the table at Dean. The two of them looked like all of their Christmases had arrived at once. Trudy didn’t want to lose Dean, she wanted both boys, so she slipped her foot out of her shoe and lifted it under the table up to Dean’s crotch. He gasped when he felt it there. She pressed against his crotch with her toes.
    “Jesus,” Dean said. “Where did you come from?”
    “From your dreams,” Trudy said.
    “You really weren’t kidding when you said you wanted a good time,” Dean said.
    “No,” Trudy said. “I really wasn’t.”
    She pressed her foot harder against Dean’s crotch, rubbing his thighs with her toes. At the same time,