We were both transfers. She was a year older—more experienced, louder, more knowledgeable… more playful, or so I thought. I’d been a bit down because things hadn’t worked out with the girl I was into, and Cindy was a friend first and foremost. Every now and then she’d stop by. She’d visit my old roommate and me, since we had all been friends. But she was a queen in her own right, a force to be reckoned with. She had long...