It was Johns last year in law school and John was glad of it. The last couple of years studying law had been nothing like is previous collegiate experiences. During his undergraduate studies, he was consistently invited to parties and had even been known to go home with a couple of girls. The contrarian nature of his law studies had meant that he had gone from a big-man-on-campus to being a virtual virgin. Law students at his university were generally referred to around campus as Tyrrian Virgins, after the Norse god of Justice: Tyr. John was doubly damned in his collegiate celibacy by rooming with his cousin Richard. Richard was a player. No other word quite captured the personality and essence of Richard. Every night Richard took a beauty to bed. The rumor around campus was that Richard was well endowed. He had naught but to display his manhood and women became putty in his hands. Nonetheless, John found that the women that Richard brought home were no more than vapid, clueless, eye candy without a hint of independent thought. John had seen Richard without clothes on couple of occasions and never could understand how anyone could describe Richard as anymore than ordinary. Richard was maybe a quarter inch longer that John flaccid and Johns erect length of seven and three quarter inches was nothing to sneer at. John sometimes wondered if Richard slipped something into his dates drinks to make them more susceptible to his advances. If he did John new it worked, having the evidence in the next room night after night. John and Richard shared a corner suite; the most envied suite on their floor. Their suite consisted of two larger than standard rooms and one full bathroom with shower. The rooms were each large enough to encompass a full size bed, study area, lounge, and kitchenette. The standard rooms on the floor only had room for a twin bed slash study area with the bed being on top of the study area. They were also double occupancy and had to share a communal bathroom at the end of the hall. Sometimes John wished that his roommate would take the concept of privacy to heart. Richards conquests would invariably call his name and moan loudly during their nighttime activities. It was also a very interesting coincidence that Richards loudness only seemed to occur during Johns study times. Richard would vehemently deny any intentional wrongdoing even though John always thought Richard was suppressing a grin like the Cheshire cat. John had just finished re-reading his redacted notes on the lecture Dr. Cornwallis had given earlier that week on the concept of Stare Decisis, when Richard rudely barged into his room without knocking. John. Dude, you wont believe what I just heard! What? said John without looking up from his notes, Did you actually go to class today? No, dude. Better than that. You know that girl Christy? John ignored Richard and make a large production out of marking up another page of notes. You know. Christy, stress Richard as if just the name should concoct a perfect recollection from John. John turned away from Richard and tried to reread the last paragraph of his notes. Richard not dissuaded crossed the room in three big strides and plucked the notes out of Johns hand. Now do I have your attention, Mr. Study-king! Good one. Did you come up with that yourself or did Ryan help you ponder it all day. Ha, ha. Very funny, said Richard in his imitation of a spoiled little boy. As I was saying, dyou know Christy. You know from the third window on the right. The huge cock tease. Richard turned Johns head to look out the window and stooped so that their heads were right next to each other. They looked out their window across to the womens dormitory. Huh? She changes her clothes in full view, sometimes getting completely naked. Then she struts around campus as if her shit dont stink. But, she wont give any of the guys on campus the time of day. Nope. Dont know her. You know I dont spend a lot of time outside of the library or my room or the classrooms. Sorry, I forgot how much of a loser you are. Anyways. Dude, they think she got raped. Youre kidding?! Is she okay? Dont know. Stan, you know that guy that rooms with Ryan, he works at the clinic. He saw her brought in last night. Apparently, she was stumbling badly and couldnt walk. She also had blood on the front of her skirt. Ryan said Stan said that the doctors couldnt get anything out of her, except a name, Mr. Hung and that she had met him at Quincys. She kept looking around and asking where he was and where he had gone. Then she closed her eyes and nothing else. I dont know whether to vomit or laugh. The guy who supposedly raped her was named Mr. Hung. It was definitely interesting that she would ask after her rapist. Ill have to ask Dr. Rothschild if that is normal. In the meantime, Im going to go back to studying if you dont mind, said John as he snatched back his notes from Richard. I kind think she had is coming, being a cock tease and all. If she had just got herself a boyfriend to give it to her she wouldnt be in this mess. OUT! You sick, perverted son-of-a-bitch! No woman deserves to be violated against her will! John screamed, rising suddenly with uncontainable rage. He moved towards Richard and physically ejected him into the common bathroom. And, dont even try to defend that comment. If you come back in here today, Ill kick your ass so hard youll think it had always hurt. John moved a chair in front of the bathroom door to barricade himself inside and paced his room. Damn, fucking Richard, now he would get no studying done the rest of the day. After he had paced until his legs were sore, he resolved to solve the riddle of Mr. Hung.