Passion desire Lust

Paul was walking across the campus from the Business Centre when he received a text message from Mark. When he had read it, he hiked up his backpack further upon his shoulder and took off running. A few students looked at him racing across the pathways and wondered why he was in such a rush.

“Did it arrive,” he asked when he opened the door to the apartment he and Mark shared.

Mark stood in the living room with a grin on his face and a box in his hands.

“Here it is, let’s get to work.”

They brought the box into the kitchen and sat down opposite each other at the table and Mark opened the box using a kitchen knife. Then he began taking out the things they had bought reading them off.

“Two spy cams, one wireless sender, one wireless receiver, and one handheld monitor. It’s all here.”

“This is so cool, I can’t believe we are doing it.”

After placing the empty box on the floor Mark grabbed two beers from the fridge and gave one to his friend. “Getting this stuff was the easy part, now we have to figure out a way to get it installed in Kelly’s room.”

Paul drank from his beer and wiped his mouth. “Don’t they have a Sorority meeting tonight?”

“Yeah, they do. I think they are meeting at Greg’s Pizzas for dinner and drinks.”

“OK. Call Jordan and ask her when the dinner is.”

Mark made the call and his girlfriend said that she would meet the others at eight that evening. When she asked why he wanted to know, he said that he wanted to give her something.

“Fantastic, by then it’s dark, so all we have to do is to sneak in, and quickly install the equipment. What are you going to give her as a surprise; you have to do it since you told her.”

“Flowers I guess.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon testing the equipment so they knew how to install it and wouldn’t waste precious time inside the Sorority house. When the sun had gone down Mark went to a flower shop and picked up half a dozen red roses which he delivered to Jordan. In return, he got a kiss and a hug. When he walked through the door and Paul asked him how it had gone, he said, “we have a problem.”

“What?”

“Gretchen, the German exchange student, has twisted her ankle and will not go to the dinner.”

“Shit! What do we do?”

Mark sat down on the couch and Paul opposite in an old leather chair. They sat in silence, both of them trying to figure out a way to get past Gretchen without her hearing them.

“What floor does she live on?” said Paul.

“First, I think, she and Gloria share a room.”

“We have to create a distraction, the question is what?”

Mark closed his eyes and then opened them. “McDonald’s!”

“What about it?”

“She loves McDonald’s; I heard Jordan and Kelly joke about it one day. She eats there almost every day, but now with her twisted ankle she can’t go out.”

“So?”

“We make an order for her and when they deliver she will stay in her room to eat.”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Paul slowly nodded his head. “Not bad, that might work.”

“It’s all we can do.”

Gretchen sat in her room watching a re-run of Friends when there was a knock on the door. She grabbed her crutches and hobbled along the corridor until she reached the entrance door to the Sorority house. She looked through the security hole and saw a guy with a Mcdonald’s uniform and a paper bag.

She opened it and said, “Yes?”

“Delivery for Gretchen Konig. One Big Mac, a big soda and fries.”

She was confused. “I didn’t order this.”

“It has already been paid. Maybe someone likes you,” the delivery guy said with a smile.

The young woman in front of him had clear blue eyes, big tits, and light brown hair. She had a strong accent and was wearing blue jeans and a sweater.

“Yeah, maybe.”

She took the bag and hobbled back to her room and closed the door. Then she opened the bag and slowly ate the hamburger while watching the comedy on TV.

Mark and Paul hid behind some bushes next to the entrance door and when the delivery guy had left they moved closer. Paul grabbed the door handle, it was locked.

“Move,” whispered Mark and moved closer.

He took out a credit card and then carefully slid it in between the door and the door frame. After a bit of wiggling the door slid open and the two went inside.

“How did you do that?” whispered Paul.

“They never lock the bolt when someone is in the house. It’s easy to open with a credit card.”

“OK, let’s go.”

They quietly moved up the stairs and along the corridor leading to Kelly’s room. When they reached it Paul turned on a penlight and they began installing the equipment. Paul attached one camera above the bed, hiding it close to the ceiling lamp. You had to be very close to see it was a camera. From a distance, it looked like an imperfection in the paint. Mark placed the second camera above the door frame so they had a wide-angle shot of the room. Then he hid the wireless sender in an air duct and they left.

When they were back in their place Paul turned on the handheld monitor to check the quality. A crystal clear picture of the room showed up and he could easily toggle between the two cameras. There was also zoom in and out feature which he tried.

“This is great, now we will finally know what they are doing over there,” said Mark and handed his friend a beer.

“I can’t wait until tomorrow.”