College Football madness

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I've heard danger can be an aphrodisiac (don't try this at home)

So there's a girl in college, she's from a country that does not do sports insanity. Maybe Indian or Chinese or something. It's college game day and she is in the lab working away when her guy friend stops over and convinces her to come to the game. She finally agrees and they arrive late but get into the student section. Rivalry Saturday, the crowd goes wild, people screaming and fighting and going crazy like only drunk college kids at a football game can. Deafening noise, emotions pouring out.

She can't comprehend what she's seeing and freaks out. Only, no one can tell she's freaking out because they're all going crazy. There is no place to hide, the crowd is too thick to get away. The drunk guy in front of her turns around and screams at her after a big play. She screams back. The game is won, and as the field is stormed, her guy friend walks her back. She's shaking from her near-death experience...and connects with him as a way to celebrate surviving. :rose:
 
I don't think a girl from India or China would be freaked out from big crowds...just saying.

Maybe she's from a tiny village in South America or a tiny island somewhere in Southeast Asia.
 
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sensing vulnerability, he's exploit her unreasonable, irrational, near panic fear by warning that games between Kollege U and University of Kollege always end with ritual bacchanalian rituals that involve nearly a quarter of all women remaining in the stands ten minutes after the game ends. Its like a Madness descends on the crowd, with unspeakable drunken hedonism.

as they flee across campus, through a wooded campus green belt, he gaslights her, saying that the Madness is coming over her, as he pulls her to the ground, fighting manfully as he pulls off her KU sweater to reveal her dark, exotic boobs, he fights her off by rolling over on top of her, quietly yelling, "no, not you too!"
 
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