Oglethorpe University - Yamacraw Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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I it said, this doll means trouble. Maybe it was the Luger she carried in her purse. Maybe it was the black briefcase with L.U.P.T.O.N. stenciled on it in blood red letters above the bell tower emblem with a dagger through it. Maybe I just had too much of that casserole for lunch. What ' s your name, schweet- heart? I asked, using my indirect approach. Pretty, she purred, giving me a smile that could melt the water in my dorm ' s shower. Pretty Morsels. Something told me then that me and this kid were going to go far. I only wish I had known in what direc- tion. After it was over, I needed a drink. I looked for the water fountain down the hall. • — »■- I couldn ' t let anyone know I was here for a purpose — I couldn ' t let anyone know I had a set objective in mind. Otherwise, I wouldn ' t fit in as a typical student. Suddenly, I had what I knew must be an idea. I saw the first floor lounge of Traer. ' No, not them. THEM. The Men from L.U.P.T.O.N. ' Maybe she was right. o 11

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Mac liked girls. If he was any sort of red-blooded American anymore, he would come here eventually. I watched people coming in and out. At midnight, a siren sounded and was followed by a mad rush of men. I thought it must be some kind of raid, but nothing happened. That ' s what everyone said, anyway. Nothing hap- pened. I suddenly needed another drink, so I picked up a nice rock, chose a weak-looking window, and went into the lounge of Hearst. There I sat, drowning my sorrows in Orange Nehi. Where is Mac? I wondered. Instantly, I began to feel another presence in the room. It came when a soft, feminine voice said, I ' m in the room. I knew it was her. It was definitely Pretty. Her smile filled the room with light just like the stupid lamp outside my room. They ' re on to you, she said, her voice whispering its way over my Nehi-drunk body. They sent me to follow you, but I can ' t. I can ' t tell you the whole truth, but I ' ve got to warn you . . . they ' re watching you. They ' re watching you all the time. I know, I said. I see the cock- roaches every morning. No, not them. THEM. The Men, she hissed. I know about the men, too. I just saw them in Traer, and they were too frustrated to try to follow me. No, no. I meanTHE Men, the Men from L.U.P.T.O.N. I found her story hard to swallow. But then again, so was the food here. Maybe she was right. Maybe this was why I had sensed something ■ IBRhHMf ' ' v« wi Wkm