"Pick A Card, Any Card..."

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

*****

Because of the heavy pounding October rain, there were few customers for the five food trailers in the U.L.D. campus quadrangle. The University of Louisiana at DeGarde cafeteria was packed with students and faculty alike.

"Tracy! Emily! Over here!" the two girls heard someone call to them as they searched for somewhere to sit.

They saw a young man they had in their Algebra 101 class and scurried over, carrying their trays.

"Thanks, um, Calvin, right?" Tracy said as she took the seat at the crowded table.

""Ted," he corrected, no rancor in his voice. "Where'd you get 'calvin' from?"

"Yeah, thanks, Calvin," Emily said, taking the other available seat.

"Damn, I don't know," Tracy giggled. "Guess you look like a 'Calvin' or something."

"Or something," Ted smiled and continued eating the enchilada pie.

The table was still crowded when they finished and both girls smiled when Ted offered to carry their trays for them.

"Thank you," the cafeteria worker smiled when he neatly separated silverware from trays.

"Welcome," Ted smiled.

He was slightly surprised that Emily and Tracy had waited for him just outside the cafeteria doors.

Tracy was a slender girl, with brown hair that just reached her shoulders, brown eyes, and long, narrow face.

Emily was shorter than Tracy, about five feet, two inches, with straw colored hair that reached just past her shoulders, brown eyes, and a few pimples dotting her chubby face.

Neither girl had much of a chest, Tracy didn't have much to speak of in the rear either. Emily had slightly thick legs and a bit of a bubble butt.

"What class y'all got next?" Ted asked as he fumbled with his large umbrella.

"English one of five; Colonial Literature," they answered.

"No kidding? I got English two ten, Vocabulary," he said. "We cram in real tight, we'll probably all fit under my umbrella."

Tracy laughed, looking up at the handsome young man.

He had a strong, square face, with red hair, some cute freckles, and bright green eyes. The jean jacket looked like it was straining against some muscles and his snug jeans showed a nice package, and some tight looking buttocks.

"Like..." Emily said, looping an arm around his waist.

"And..." Tracy said, flanking his other side.

"And..." Ted said, pressing the button and it popped open a split second after they exited the building.

With squeals and giggles, the trio made progress to the building and broke apart just under the covered steps.

"Thanks, Calvin," Tracy said.

"Yeah, thanks, Calvin," Emily echoed.

"Damn, Knew I should have left y'all there," Ted laughed at the two grinning girls.

He checked his stainless steel watch.

"I got twenty five minutes until my class; y'all?" he asked.

"Yeah," Tracy agreed, checking her tiny watch.

They paused outside of Room four twelve, the girls' classroom and sat down on the tiled floor.

"Know any card tricks?" Ted asked, taking a deck of cards out of his back pack.

"No, not really," Tracy admitted.

"Fifty two pick up," Emily said.

"Horrible trick," Ted smirked at Emily.

He shuffled quickly and flipped a card in front of Emily so that it landed, face down in front of her.

"That's one," he said, then flipped a card to Tracy. "And that's two."

"Three," he said, flipping a second card to Emily, then flipped a second card to Tracy. "And four. Now, look at one, then two, then three, and four. Got it?"

Emily and Tracy did. Ted took their cards from them, rapidly shuffled the deck, had Emily cut the deck, then had Tracy cut the deck.

"One," he said, flipping over the top card, showing Emily her Queen of Hearts, then counted out two cards.

"Two," he said, showing Tracy her Seven of Diamonds.

"Three," Ted said, counting out three cards and showing Emily her Three of Diamonds.

"And four," Ted said, counting out four cards and showing Tracy her Six of Clubs.

"Wait a cotton picking minute; how'd you do that?" Tracy shrilled.

He smiled, shuffled the cards and offered the deck to Tracy.

"Pick a card, look at it, show it to Emily, then put it back in the deck," he said

Tracy pulled out the Seven of Clubs, showed it to Emily and then put it back in the deck.

Again Ted shuffled rapidly, again had Emily cut the deck, had Tracy cut the deck, then flipped over the top card, showing them the Seven of Clubs. He then shuffled and showed them the bottom card was now the Seven of Clubs. He then had them cut the deck again and again showed them the Seven of Clubs.

"How'd you do that?" they both demanded to know.

Oops, time to get to my next class," he smiled and got to his feet, with both girls clamoring to know how he did his tricks.

After class, he found both girls waiting by the front door of the building.

"So, y'all going home this weekend?" he asked, ignoring their demands to know how he did his card tricks.

"No, canlı bahis şirketleri went home last weekend," Tracy said.

"Me too," Emily agreed.

"Yeah, aren't y'all from the same place?" Ted said.

"How'd you know that?" Tracy asked.

"Heard y'all tell the teacher's aide in Algebra," he said. "Where the hell is Turning Point, Louisiana, anyway?"

"Know where Stepping Stone is?" Emily asked.

"Up Four Sixty Seven?" Ted asked.

"Yeah, go just past that then turn left on Two Seventy Two," Tracy said.

"Don't sneeze or you'll zip right through it," Emily said.

"And don't turn right; takes you to East Turn," Tracy said.

Ted looked at them blankly.

"East Turn? Hearst Women's Prison?" Tracy suggested.

"Oh yeah; I tried to get put in there a couple of times," Ted said.

"Uh huh, I'll just bet you did," Emily giggled, playfully slapping his arm.

"So, what are y'all doing tonight?" Ted asked.

"Probably nothing; they're still showing that 'The Evolution Solution' movie but we seen it," Tracy said.

"All it is is a bunch of people running around all naked; they don't even say anything," Emily complained.

"Yeah they do," Tracy said. "'Woof!'"

"Yeah, I forgot; they're all acting like they're dogs," Emily said.

"Well, I uh, I planned on making a pizza; I just got this pizza stone," Ted hinted.

He looked around, but no one was paying them any attention.

"And I just baked up some marijuana cookies, peanut butter and M and Ms," he said in a low voice.

The two girls looked at each other and nodded.

"Well, it let up some; you pick us up at Murphy?" Tracy said.

"Not a problem; oh, hey, y'all want to, I got a washer and dryer," he said. One thing I do remember about living here, the laundry room sucks."

"No joke!" Emily agreed. "All right, give us, what? About fifteen minutes?"

"I'll be in the Ford F one fifty," Ted said. "Black."

"You going to fuck him?" Emily asked Tracy as they ran to Murphy Dorm.

"Maybe," Tracy said. "You?"

"Maybe," Emily said and the girls giggled again.

Emily's roommate did not pause her conversation into her cell phone, in fact she turned her back on Emily.

Tracy's roommate wasn't in their room; Tracy couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Collette.

They met at the door, made sure to sign out, putting a question mark in the 'Back By:' space.

Tracy got into the truck first, earning herself a glare from Emily. They jammed their laundry bags at Tracy's feet, then Emily got into the rear of the truck, into the jump seat.

"All it is is this trailer," Ted apologized as he drove toward the Waters Trailer Park. "But, hey, it's paid for, you know?"

"Uh, ever seen Turning Point?" Tracy asked.

"It's just a bunch of trailers and a gas station," Emily agreed.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for Hearst, we probably wouldn't even have the gas station," Tracy said.

He pulled up in front of Lot number Fourteen and both girls nodded in approval of the single wide unit.

"This a new one?" Tracy asked.

"No, should have seen it when I bought it," Ted said with pride. "Vinyl was all ripped up; they'd gutted the AC, even took the refrigerator with them."

He unlocked the door and let them enter.

"Love that carpet," Emily said.

"Got it on sale at Flooring, Etc.," Ted said and slid open the bi-fold doors for the washer and dryer units.

"We do ours together, it'll probably save time," Emily said to Tracy.

"Okay," Tracy agreed.

"And," Ted said, turning on his stereo.

"Oh, I love her!" Emily squealed as Carrie Underwood came pouring out of recessed speakers.

He then went into the kitchen and got a tin down from on top of the refrigerator.

"I mean, I don't know if y'all are into marijuana cookies, but..." he said, popping the top off the tin.

"Hey, what you call someone who doesn't smoke weed in Turning Point?" Tracy asked.

"A narc?" Ted asked.

"A visitor!" Tracy squealed and both she and Emily laughed as they dumped their blue jeans into the washing machine.

"Love peanut butter," Emily said, digging out a large peanut butter cookie.

"Smooth and easy to spread," Ted grinned.

"M and M?" Tracy asked, and found one.

"Shit, this is good," Emily said.

A few minutes later, they were both feeling the effects.

"Damn, what you'd put in them cookies?" Emily asked.

"Put a drop of cannabis oil on them right before I put them in the oven; really kicks it up, huh?" Ted asked, chewing on an M