Emory University Campus; Atlanta, Georgia, 1964. Wednesday.

[ecirpnellehada]

And so it came to pass that the experiment revealed itself to have at least one unexpected benefit. In a wheelchair, one didn't even have to worry about how having a penis between your legs would mess with your already troubled sense of balance

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[stupid_toasters]

Lee was in between classes and was currently sprawled on one of the conveniently located benches on campus with his knapsack under his bed and his feet up on the armrest.

Since he had time, he pulled out his phone and hit the first number on his speed dial. Technology was awesome sometimes.

[ecirpnellehada]

Especially since certain aspects of it seemed to work through time and space. Feeling the vibration of that anachronistic piece of communication technology, Adah set aside her sandwich for the time being and picked it up. She knew who was calling; only one person ever really called her on this phone. And she knew her current state, so she had just the greeting.

"If this is the chump who keeps stalking my girlfriend, I am going to trace this call and kick your ass so bad."

She had a boy's voice, she might as well put it to use.

[stupid_toasters]

One of the downsides of not being on the island was that Lee didn't know when things were hinky. So, that greeting took him aback enough to leave him speechless.

"Did I dial the wrong number?" he finally asked, pulling the phone away from his ear to check. Nope, right. "Who's this?"

[ecirpnellehada]

"Better question," Adah said with a snort, "is who is this? And even better than that is why you're calling my girlfriend's phone."

Way too much fun with this. She blamed not having the perpectually startled roommate to get this out of her system anymore.