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Robert 'Robbie' Sullivan
Age 18
Occupation: Freshman student
5'10' 150lbs thin build. Short sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, rounded cheeks and chin. No tattoos or piercings. Single.
Only one semester. Only lasted one semester at Brown University before everything went wrong. I was the first in my family to go to college. My parents, I love them, but they never did anything with their lives. Never did they inspire to do more. Mom worked as a waitress and my father was a mechanic at a small shop. Money was always tight. When I was accepted into Brown, they were thrilled beyond words, but then the funding ran out. The people that were funding my scholarship failed to uphold their end, and I lost the scholarships despite by 4.0 average. My parents couldn't afford to help and my father refused to allow me to get Student Loans saying I would be a slave for decades. I believed him, but at the same time, that didn't give me a lot of options.
Then came Silverleaf.
Hadn't heard of the college before until a brochure arrived in the mail after a night of browsing colleges. On paper it looked like a great college, lots of degrees available the tuition was much lower than that of Brown or other Ivy League school. But I also found that they had a reputation for...trouble.
"You're going!" my father ordered at breakfast the next day.
After being accepted, and packed, my parents took me there before the start of the semester. As I packed, I looked for jobs and housing. The dorms were way too much for me to afford for a single and I didn't want to share with a bunch of drunk freshmen.
I was struck by George Silverleaf's towering statue in front of the main building. It showcased strength, confidence...something that I lacked. Growing up, through high school and up till now, I had no real confidence. Most of the time I was hiding behind my books, hiding from everything. Many girls caught my fancy. Many girls were...there....but never did the confidence build up to act upon the urges.
My father gave me a pep talk before he left, "You've been on your own before and you did well. But I'll tell you again, don't stick your dick in crazy. If you do have sex, use a rubber. Don't believe her when she says she's on the pill."
That wasn't the kind of the time really needed. I promised them that if the time did come, I would use all the protection available. But fornication would have to wait. I needed money, a job...
As I browsed a list of student-jobs, I saw an opening at a sorority of all places. They were looking for an accountant to manage their finances. To my surprise, they were open to men and the pay was above that of minimum wage! I've always been good with numbers. My parents would use me to manage their finances. If I had not, then we would have lost the house years ago. I filled out the form and sent it in with fingers crossed.
Age 18
Occupation: Freshman student
5'10' 150lbs thin build. Short sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, rounded cheeks and chin. No tattoos or piercings. Single.
Only one semester. Only lasted one semester at Brown University before everything went wrong. I was the first in my family to go to college. My parents, I love them, but they never did anything with their lives. Never did they inspire to do more. Mom worked as a waitress and my father was a mechanic at a small shop. Money was always tight. When I was accepted into Brown, they were thrilled beyond words, but then the funding ran out. The people that were funding my scholarship failed to uphold their end, and I lost the scholarships despite by 4.0 average. My parents couldn't afford to help and my father refused to allow me to get Student Loans saying I would be a slave for decades. I believed him, but at the same time, that didn't give me a lot of options.
Then came Silverleaf.
Hadn't heard of the college before until a brochure arrived in the mail after a night of browsing colleges. On paper it looked like a great college, lots of degrees available the tuition was much lower than that of Brown or other Ivy League school. But I also found that they had a reputation for...trouble.
"You're going!" my father ordered at breakfast the next day.
After being accepted, and packed, my parents took me there before the start of the semester. As I packed, I looked for jobs and housing. The dorms were way too much for me to afford for a single and I didn't want to share with a bunch of drunk freshmen.
I was struck by George Silverleaf's towering statue in front of the main building. It showcased strength, confidence...something that I lacked. Growing up, through high school and up till now, I had no real confidence. Most of the time I was hiding behind my books, hiding from everything. Many girls caught my fancy. Many girls were...there....but never did the confidence build up to act upon the urges.
My father gave me a pep talk before he left, "You've been on your own before and you did well. But I'll tell you again, don't stick your dick in crazy. If you do have sex, use a rubber. Don't believe her when she says she's on the pill."
That wasn't the kind of the time really needed. I promised them that if the time did come, I would use all the protection available. But fornication would have to wait. I needed money, a job...
As I browsed a list of student-jobs, I saw an opening at a sorority of all places. They were looking for an accountant to manage their finances. To my surprise, they were open to men and the pay was above that of minimum wage! I've always been good with numbers. My parents would use me to manage their finances. If I had not, then we would have lost the house years ago. I filled out the form and sent it in with fingers crossed.