Love Street, Ch. 01 "Grinding with Gretchen"
"Wait," Gretchen says, pushing me off the sofa. "Do it standing up so I can see better."
I’m still unpacking when there’s a soft tap at my door. The girl who introduces herself as Gretchen, my Residential Advisor, has blonde ringlets, pale blue eyes, and a willowy frame that accentuates coltish legs that go on forever. Even in her Pine Creek Academy polo shirt and plaid skirt, Gretchen is achingly beautiful. We’re both new post-grad students, which gives me hope I may get to know her better. Much better. Bu...