Mel was sitting on a couch, reading through a course catalogue with a copy of the local Tribune newspaper next to her when Chris arrived in the Crimson Room after work on Thursday. It was an all purpose room on the top floor of the Student Union building and easy for her to find as her orientation sessions were in the large ballrooms on the same floor when they weren't on campus tours. During the school year it was a usually-busy open study or meeting room holding about 50 people at tables and on a few couches, many evenings it was used for low-key musical or poetry performances. But now it was almost empty with just a couple of other people reading. Even though she'd spent much of their time together with clothing much more revealing...