She dripped of feminine sex with a twist of the whimsical strange.

Doug wanted to fuck her. He wanted to see if her hair was naturally streaked and if her lips really tasted of raspberries. He forgot about Shakespeare and final exams.

"Noisy here!" he shouted into the area behind the blonde stripe, in the soft silk of the night of her hair.

"Let's go," she said and she winked at him with the grin of the moon.