UNTIL I FOUND MYSELF back at Wits University. As good a destination as any, in the middle of the day.
It occurred to me that it might be an idea, seeing as I was already here, to check Men’s Residence, on the off chance that my elusive quarry wasn’t hanging out there. So I made my way down past the Sunnyside female’s residence, past the Students Union building and the canteen, and into my old home. There were multiple doors providing access, none of them with any kind of security. Unlike the women’s residence I’d just passed, where the residents were constantly guarded and monitored. Of course, that hadn’t prevented us from gaining access and spending the night there illegally whenever one of the girls issued an invitation.
A bit of security on the men’s side might have slowed down the p
