Tender love. The wild passions of the heart. Desire and lust. Pure adoration. Things which will go unfulfilled in our lives. Why do these come to haunt us? What kind of physical magnifications can despair and the horrid reality of loneliness revolutionize to? The All Hot Trio. The beautiful guile of their radiant physique. Their witty sense of humor. The way light reflects around their wonderful silhouettes. The way they smell. How they move. And -- The Alt Hot Trio is a magnificent group of women.
The troupe consists of, most certainly, three women. The first is the tallest one. Standing slightly above six feet tall. Blonde hair, and curly. Holding an average body very well, her slightly round face contains brown eyes. She is typically garbed in reds and blues, and occasionally, greens. She likes to wear a weaved hat. We believe her name to be Jessica.
The second of the Alt Hot Trio is the shortest. She stands close to the ground at around the five feet margin. Her favorite color seems to be red. Her sandy blond hair is shoulder length. Her facial features are slightly more sharp than Jessica’ s, but still soft. Her body, and the way she carries it, ascertains her athletic capabilities. Her name is Amanda, assumed Mandy.
The most beautiful of the pack is an average height wonder. Her hazel-blonde hair flows to below the ears and tends to cover some of her beautiful blue-gray eyes. See moves with a grace which screams intellect. She has a smooth, slender body. Her smell is of an autumn breeze. She loves the color blue. Her over coat is a deep blue corduroy, covering to her mid thighs. She compliments her passion for blue with the colors of tan and greens. Her name is Casey. They all wear glasses, which I love.
As most know, I live with Jesse. We wonder around the campus of USI and meet our beloved Trio. We meet them everyday in the University Center when we eat lunch. We meet them in the line to the Sub Connection. We talk. We hope they know we are there. We listen to them speak. We admire them. And we take pictures of them when they think no one is looking. They live in the apartment building on the way back from class. Near the convenience store. We walk past and hope they come out and say, “I love you Studly-C/Jesse.” They ride the bus back to the apartments.
I am lucky enough to have a class with Casey. The most beautiful of the Troupe. She sits in the same row as me, which is unfortunate because you can only “look out the window” so many times a day. As you can tell, I have made my specialty Casey, while Jesse admires Mandy. We do not worry about how Jessica will feel, we are certain she has a boyfriend. You don’t buy condoms with just anyone.
How can I please them? How can I get them to love me? How can they reject me in a violent manner when they see me crouching in the bushes?