The Ice-Queen And That Hillbilly Guy Part 1
She was just the ticket for what he needed most.
I had just left my early morning class in Ancient Greek. I was still conjugating and parsing shit in my mind as I passed into Smith Hall. That and the fluorescent lighting were giving me a headache. Trying to mellow out, I strode slowly into the "Chaucer's Canterbury Tales" classroom for the first day of class, my overloaded backpack weighing me down. I was tired from the previous night's shift as a lab assistant at Chris...
