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"Stan? You mean Stan Geller?"

April nodded, closing her eyes dreamily. "Yesss. God, I've been trying to get him to notice me since winter break, but he, like, just keeps being there."

They were sitting on the couch in their dorm room, chatting during a commercial break in Dexter. Sara was a tall, athletic redhead; she ran track, played tennis, the works. April, who currently wore a slightly downtrodden expression, was a short, dishwater blonde girl with a soft, curvy figure. Sara listened curiously to her roommate's plight. Sara and April were part of the same weekly study group, which Stan had joined late last semester. Sara had known Stan before that (she was friends with an ex-girlfriend of his) but April had not.

"He is cute," Sara agreed, "and he knows how to cook. I ... guess he's not a bad choice."

April gave Sara a curious look.

"You guess?"

Sara flashed her a 'if you really want to know' smile. April looked on impatiently.

"Well..." Sara said, not sure if she should really be spilling the beans, "Jen told me that part of the reason they broke up was ... um ... spanking."

April raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean? Spanking?"

"She told me Stan was, y'know, into it. Like, as a sex thing. He kept wanting to do it, she didn't."

April looked shocked. She knew that kinkiness wasn't all that uncommon, especially among their offbeat circle of friends. But Stan? Hitting a girl? That image just wasn't something she could get her mind around.

Sara smiled again. "So yeah. That's the story."

"Huh."

April thought deeply. Sara watched, somewhat amused.

"Still want to date Stan?"

"Spanking? Wow, um ... I think ... yeah, I could see myself there, I guess. Like, sure, even if he's sort of freaky, he's still the same guy, right?"

Sara shrugged. "I'm not the one to ask."

April frowned thoughtfully, evaluating this new information.

Sara shook her head. Whine, whine, whine. Sometimes, when April got into these moods, it seemed like that was all she could do. What really got on Sara's nerves about this was that April was the last person who should be complaining about not attracting men. When they went to parties together Sara often felt overlooked, as it seemed like all the guys had their eyes glued to April's chest and butt. April did have quite a butt, Sara had to admit. As big and round as a pair of soccer balls, and jiggly as a mound of jell-o. Haha, maybe Stan really should give April a try, just so that fat ass could get paddled! If ever there was a bottom that needed that, Sara had to admit, it was April's.

The show came back on, and they watched Dexter kill people for the next fifteen minutes. Or at least, Sara did. April wouldn't shut her damned mouth.