Compromising Evidence

Mindy hesitated but agreed. She didn’t care where they spent the night, as long as she was with Dylan. Dylan, disgusted by the lustful gleam in her eyes, closed his door, and they headed towards her dormitory, Mindy still clinging to his arm. Mindy’s room, originally having the same Spartan layout as everyone else’s, now sported luxury in the form of ornaments and trinkets. ‘This is my room,’ Mindy proudly presented it to Dylan. He surveyed it. ‘It’s nice.’ Mindy pulled out a bottle of wine from the mini-fridge. ‘Let’s have a drink.’ ‘You know we are not supposed to drink on base,’ he reminded her. ‘But who’s going to know? You are not going to tell on me, are you?’ She playfully swatted his arm. ‘No, of course not.’ ‘Besides, doesn’t it feel like something’s missing without a drink?’ Slowly, she unbuttoned her coat, revealing her leopard print lingerie. ‘Not again,’ Dylan thought. ‘Alright,’ he picked up the bottle, pouring wine for both. They clinked glasses, finishing the content in