Up close, this younger chick was a real cutie, Mal thought; he wondered if it might be pervy for him to be thinking about her in terms of cute or hot like other chicks. He was sure a change of clothes might put her in the hot category…but…Whoa, how old is she anyway? Fuck, she could be like 14 or 15 and then he’d be a really sick fuck!

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed or mad at yourself”, he shrugged, stood up and offered her his hand, “If no one ever fell down and these tricks were so easy, how much fun would that be?”

Looking down at the adorable, young blonde, Mal’s reddish-brown eyes searched her face, “My name’s Malachi Ryder. I’m a senior over at Beauregard.”, he smiled, “You can call me Mal.” He hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans, “I haven’t seen you around campus before.”