Crazy twisted daring

[Remember "Wayne's World", when they swept their hands up and down, fingers wiggling, saying "doodle-a-doo, doodle-a-doo,  doodle-a-doo"?  Well, do that for a bit as we fast forward a few years...]

I'm 19.  It has been a long time since I've written in my tights journal.  Well, I'm not really "writing"; it's kind of my own mental note about this that I might write down one day [and here we are.]  I'm in college and living in a co-ed dorm situation.  It's terrific!  There are all kinds of kids from various walks of life.  There are a few cute girls on my floor too.  We share the same bathroom.  It's weird, but kind of good in that everyone is mostly conscious about not making a mess and leaving it for others to deal with.


Well, it was a crazy Friday night.  School is tough and when the weekend comes, people blow off steam big time.  I live in a very tall dormitory building that has two elevators.  Kind of like an office building.  But inside, it's "good old fashioned" sturdy concrete cinder-blocks everywhere, coated in thick enamel paint.  Just like being in prison, or so I've heard.  ;-)

Not only do we share a bathroom, we also share a laundry room.  We have a decent number of washers, but only two driers.  It sucks, because washers are fast and dryers take a long time.  So, some girls let their stuff hang to dry on a few clothing lines set up in the room.  This Friday night I came back a bit late from a party.  It was like 2am in the morning.  As I made my way down the corridor to my room, I went past the laundry room.  Out of the corner of my eye, I spied them.  Something hanging on one of the clothing lines.  Two long and thin stretches of material hanging.  Tights.  Deep burgundy colored tights.  Nobody was around.  Not a peep.