To Understand Women

BY

LIL

"I'll never understand women!" my room-mate stormed when he came in. It took me a while to waken as it was after midnight.

"Who does?" I agreed, turning on a low bed lamp, staring at Gabe incredulously. I was startled by his appearance.

"Well, I should understand women more than most." That I could agree to. He was notoriously good-looking. He merely had to smile and the coeds here would swoon. Gabe's repeated conquests were the talk of the campus. If being in- timate with dozens of girls brought 'understanding," he surely should have had it. But looking at him now, in utter amazement, I realized something major had occurred. I got up, wrapped a robe around my pajamas, offered him a cigarette, lit it for him, which only seemed proper under the circumstances, sat back where I could watch him closely, and asked him to tell me about what had gone on. Here's Gab's account:

You know the gal Trixie, that neat sophomore with the 40 inch bust that always seems ready to bounce out of her clothes? Well, she cooly invited me over to her dormitory. When we got there, she said everybody was out and led me by the hand upstairs. I imagine that I was the first man in twenty years to go up there. Once we got in their large "common" room, she calmly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Even with her bra still on she was the most...... but that isn't what I have to tell you about. Suddenly, nine or ten other girls, including the house-mother, sprang up from behind sofas and out of closets and even out of the door leading to the bathroom. I was so darned surprised that I didn't have a chance to struggle before I felt my wrists handcuffed with those little 5 & 10 handcuffs. I felt silly. Then, laughing like hysterical ten year olds, they

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