"We thought you fell in or something," Shari giggled as Vickie reappeared in the living room. Jeff was standing in the corner talking to his friend again. "If you play your cards right you could have an easy quarter. His dad's one of the big department heads here at UCLA. Lots of girls have turned Jeff's head the right way, if you know what I mean."

Vickie was horrified! Would she have to… fuck Jeff in order to pass school? No, that was silly! Things like that just didn't happen anymore.

"Ready? We won't be long. I've gotta spend the night boning up for biochem this quarter," Jeff said, nodding good-by to his buddy.

Vickie sighed with relief. His manner seemed to change while she was gone. He was less aggressive, less on the make now. They walked for an hour around upper campus, through the sculpture gardens, past Royce Hall and over the central quad to the grand stairway. Jeff chatted easily, telling the silent Vickie about his dream to become a chemist for Dow Chemical.

As they walked by the Student Union on lower campus, the young blonde realized they were heading toward the south entrance to UCLA.

"I think we'd better go back," the girl said, feeling her old nervousness coming back. Was he trying to lull her into a false sense of security, talking so easily and openly to her, then leading her into his lair?

"Yeah, it's getting kinda late. But I thought I'd show you some of the apartments around here. They're pretty nice, although you've gotta fork over a lot. But your dad's loaded like mine, isn't he?"

"Well, I think so. But my parents thought I'd make more friends in a sorority house."

"Sure, sure," he answered quickly as they left campus and turned west on Le Compte. "I belong to a frat. But livin' at the frat house is a drag. They're always makin' too much racket to study or do other things."