Here’s a sample from my upcoming book, Campus Mob. It’s the third in the series with Flash Mob and Cruise Mob.
Wednesday, Sept 4th 1974
~ Seton Hall University, South Orange ~
Robert Pastor is driving his black, 1970, 4-door Lincoln Continental down South Orange Avenue. He signals and turns left onto the campus of Seton Hall University. Robert follows the signs toward the Aquinas dormitory carefully winding around the many cars dropping off students. This is no easy task as his car is roughly the size of a bulldozer. He eventually finds a parking space and heads toward the building.
Robert is wearing black jeans, a black leather jacket and a black Badfinger t-shirt. On his feet are a pair of low black boots that zip up the side. His hair is shoulder length and parted in the middle. Entering the dormitory, he sees a sign for incoming Freshman above a table manned by a trio of young women. He walks up to the table and pulls out his letter identifying him as an incoming student.
“Hi, I’m Carmen,” says one of the women. “You’re pretty late, kid. Freshman registration started an hour ago. You guys have last dibs as it is. I hope you still have some classes left other than Basket Weaving. We were getting ready to close up.”
“Thanks,” he says, “but I just need my room key for now.”
She takes his form and looks through a file folder.
“Here it is. Hmm, this is weird. You seem to have a single room. Freshmen don’t get singles. I’m a Junior and I had a hard time getting one.”
“Are you telling me this so I know that you will be alone at night?” he asks.
She looks at him with surprise.
“Cool it, babyface. You’ve been here for three minutes and you’re already hitting on the upper-classmen? Here, there is an envelope for you as well.”
“I have no idea. No one else got one. You are Robert Pastor, right?”
“Yes, ma’am, Miss Upper-class.”
“Jeez, you really put the fresh in Freshman, don’t you?”
He opens the envelope and pulls out a schedule with all of the registration cards.
“Hey, how did you get that?” she asks. “I had to wait in lines in the Gym for three hours to register, and I’m a Junior.”
“So you said before. I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t run any red lights to get here early.”
Robert gives her a wink. She smiles as he heads toward the stairs to find his room.
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