“Make a short video of yourself m**********g on the Dean’s desk.”
I choked, my mouthful of cocoa spewing out of my mouth and spraying across my laps and onto the floor as I threw a disbelieving look at my roommate and her giggling friends.
“Ewwwww, Diane, could you be any more gross?” Lily Bass scolded as she threw me a box of Kleenex and turned her face away in disgust.
I cleaned up the mess and looked up at Lily as I absently tossed the used tissue into the bin. “Have you completely lost it? How could you ask such a thing?”
Lily looked back at me, “It’s called a dare, Scaredy cat!”
“Precisely,” Neila Dorman cut in. “You made me flash my boobs at Mr Reitman last week, didn’t you? That poor professor almost had a coronary.” “Yeah, but that was just —” I began.
“A dare? You’re right.
