On this spring evening, around the dorms at Campbell - Frank College, the scent of newly risen flowers and fertile, moist earth mingled in the air with young voices from the open windows. From Pilgrim Hall, Rankin Hall, and the other dorms, students could be heard chatting, laughing, sometimes singing, music from CD’s playing here and there. Mid-terms over, finals a long way away, an easy, carefree season. In Pilgrim Hall, Room 207, Jeanette and Latosha, sociolo

“I’m not sure if what you ask is possible,” Principal Huo said. He was in his office, speaking to Mr. Qinghu, Instructor of Mathematics. “It’s only for the boy’s benefit,” Mr. Qinghu said. “The loss of concentration for the -- what --” “I believe the penumbra has been timed as averaging at two minutes, with an umbra of fifteen seconds.” “He can’t afford to be out of touch for that long, every class,” Mr. Qinghu said. “It doesn’t seem to present a problem in the other su

“Unnh! You’re putting too much grit into these -- things!” Patty says, her toes flexing against the rough concrete rail as she raises herself up. “It’s the same formula as always,” Freddy says. They’re talking softly so that the crowd around them, watching from behind the little fence, can’t hear. ​ “I feel like I’m -- shitting out -- unnhh! -- a porcupine.” ​​ “You exaggerate.” ​​ Patty exhales and lifts her butt off the top of the prong of

The nude prisoner, sound sleeper that she had come to be, was nonetheless awakened by the routine 6:15 a.m. clanking of the old-fashioned key. She blinked her eyes and turned on the rough wooden bench. It was the Assistant Warden, as always, with the guard for her wing. The guards at this women’s prison farm were all female, but the officials were male. “Good morning, Towelewska,” he said, in a heavily accented attempt at her native Polish. By habit and by protocol, the

Yesterday, as the autumn leaves (or what passes for autumn here in sunny SoCal) were beginning to fall and a green gecko leaf fell onto Lisette’s forest and I picked it out and turned to drop it on the ground, I saw her again. Grib. Debbie Grib. Walking straight ahead, hard bare feet thudding on the pavement, with her companion Heidi Grau behind her. It’s hard not to see Grib, inventor of the “hard nude” idea, with her shaved head, and her shaved armpits and shaved pussy.

The initial resistance of our military to the presence of Maik-lings has apparently eased. On my visit I found nothing but kind words. Quiet as they tend to be, these girls tend to win one over. Also winning is their striving for excellence in harsh conditions. Surely a naked girl cannot be comfortable spending most of the day in a chilly hanger in this high altitude, mending the uniforms of airmen. But with Qinyang, as with the others, there is no sign of distress, just