I check my watch, willing four-forty to hurry up. At four thirty, I pick up my cell and call my roommate.

"You better haul ass over here… it's getting to be about that time," She acknowledges me before hanging up, and I hurry back to the blanket I've spread at the edge of the football field. I pull on a pair of sunglasses against the mid May sun. Wearing a bikini top and the shortest pair of cutoffs I can find, I recline against my book bag. Across the field, I can see Angela headed my way at a dead sprint. With a psychology text book and notepad under one arm and a cd player in the other, she calls out.

"What time is it?"

"Four thirty-five!" She throws herself down on my blanket and I set up the cd player while she flops down and spreads out her stuff before ripping her top off to expose a sexy one-piece that disappears into her cutoffs. Settling for the first rock cd I find, I hurry back to my books. From the opposite direction, our next-door neighbor, Emily, heads for us at top speed. She quickly flicks her blanket out and tosses her bag down.

"Did I miss anything?" she asks as she yanks her t-shirt off over her head to reveal a lime green bikini top, "I swear to God, I thought Martin was never going to shut it! That man gets so lost in his lectures." She tsks. I look up to see Kay, Em's roommate, picking her way around the rugby boys scrumming.

"He's coming!" She squeaks excitedly. Kay makes it with moments to spare. There's a flurry of activity as we try to look as if we've been busy studying all afternoon. We've donned our 'sexy shades' and are just waiting for our favorite part of the afternoon. Ang and Em pick up their psychology books, Kay (ever the overachiever) pulls out Greek, and I pull out one of my enormous Anthropology books and a highlighter to mark it. We all face away from the field towards the sidewalk that passes about ten feet from where we've set up.

Kay cuts her eyes at me, "Oh, that book isn't convincing…it's too huge, it'll look fake."

"Shut up… overachiever!" I indicate her Greek book. She shrugs. Absently, I chew on the highlighter as I pretend to read. A remake of Can't Take My Eyes Off of You starts, and we all look up as one. Footsteps pound rhythmically and he rounds a bend in the path. Today, our favorite show has just gotten better.

Shirtless, and covered in sweat, Robert Chase jogs towards us. His torso is well defined, as are his arms, there's not an ounce of fat. Chase's hair falls just so, and he looks super sexy, like the best dirty fantasy brought to life. We track him with our eyes behind our sunglasses, but the closer he gets the more we have to turn our heads to see him better. Of course, he's not blind, we're nowhere near subtle today… not when he looks like walking porn. When he draws even with us, he nods.

"Afternoon, ladies." We murmur responses. He pivots on one foot and keeps jogging, backwards now.

"See you tomorrow then?" Three of us give him a little wave, Kay acts mortified at having been caught. Chase spins around and jogs off. We all lean out and watch his ass as he keeps pace. As soon as he's out of sight we sigh, and I look down. My poor highlighter is shredded and has leaked fluorescent yellow everywhere. I show it to the girls and we all burst out laughing as we start to gather our things.

"Same time, same place tomorrow?" I ask.

"You'd better believe it," they say in unison.