While walking on the Syracuse University campus on a blustery April day, a female student passes by me on a path. A smartphone is pressed to her ear and she says,
“I was in a room of about six people and I pulled it out and he started sucking on my tit right there.”
She continues walking down the path while I move in the opposite direction. I do not hear the rest of her conversation but I wonder who was on the other end of the phone.
And then I think: “Gosh, it must have been some party.”