If you want to get laid, and you should”—she lifts her brows—“often, considering you never know what the day brings, then screw around in your own year. Nothing is worse than cadets gossiping that you’ve slept your way to safety.” “So I’m free to take any of the first-years I want to bed,” I say with a little grin. “Just not the second- or third-years.”
girl this is a war college ur presumbly at war worry staying alive
