Her body had quickly forgotten what that entailed. Everything ached. The muscles in her legs burned, the trays heavy and laden with food and drink. The arm that’d been sutured wasn’t the one that warranted dominant use, though she could feel a slight, dull ache on the inside of her forearm. The Fireside Grill was indeed a busy place, an establishment without lulls. Varied groups came in droves, businessmen and women first, and later the students from the surrounding campuses that catered to the various courses of study at Rutgers University. Pledge week was well underway. The first two nights, they both barely had the stamina to brush their teeth before collapsing into bed. Exhaustion had cured any awkwardness that may have settled between them regarding sharing the same bed. Ken’s honesty had paid off where their tips were concerned. There was a distinct difference in the socio-economic class here. The adult population as well as the students apparently had money, and lots of it.
