Terri and Traci were freshman at UCLA this year. They'd moved from Georgia cross-country. And the road trip had been a blast. If it was any indication of the things they'd get into at college then UCLA was in for four fun years.
The two identical Georgia peaches had left home with their civic and a small u-haul trailer. The naive little country girls were excited to be moving to a big city in fast paced Los Angeles. They couldn't wait to try out all the dance clubs and see all the sites of California.
Traci would be going in as a writing major, and her sister Terri would be pre-med. They both knew that they had better have some fun on the trip down and their first few days before classes started. Because after that they'd have to live for the weekends and keep their heads in the books the rest of the time.
They drove all day the first day it was boring for the most part but Terri had some fun playing with the truckers on the interstate trying to get them to honk for her. She even flashed her perky B's at one of them.
That night when they made it to the hotel around 11 they chunked their duffle bag into the room, freshened up a bit and headed down to the hotel bar. It was a nice bar with a small dance floor and some TV's to watch sports on. It was filled with mainly men. And a lot of them were still in their stuffy business suits.