"If You want to get laid, Go to college. If you want an education, Go to the library." - Frank Zappa I stared across the room at my best friend. He was shirtless, his elbows propped up on his bed and reading a book. His chest was sculpted and toned and I often found myself drooling over his body at least twice a day. My thoughts were abruptly scattered when he slammed his book shut and turned over to look at me. My eyes instinctively shifted lower to his boxers. "Why are you starring at me?!" He asked angrily , sitting up abruptly and glaring at me. I licked my chapped licks slowly and deliberately, meeting his intense gaze with one of my own.