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    Dorm Tramps. Vol.4: The Brandy Files
    Dorm Tramps. Vol.4: The Brandy Files
    Dorm Tramps. Vol.4: The Brandy Files
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    Dorm Tramps. Vol.4: The Brandy Files

    By J. Bango

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    Settling in when a long party break ends is never an easy task. Usual routines seem somewhat lopsided after what the girls opened up to in Cabo. Most students are out of steam for that matter, but regardless, the year is coming to a close.
    In this volume, the average day now involves strangeness. Etiquette must be the chosen road again and that makes hiding everything in between a little harder to accomplish. Skype sessions, unknown microbes compounding on mirrors and secret societies; all come into play as Jenna is forced to create a new clipboard—a dark operations sort of schedule. It is also not only personal time that is affected. Work life involves some unexpected promotions for several of the girls; however, one in particular latches herself to a leg up the corporate ladder. Hint: his leg isn’t exactly the sought after prize in this fantasy come true.
    If these burdens weren’t enough to contend with, the eighth floor gets into a rumble, Matt’s boyfriend status is potentially on the chopping block and Luxury Living has been tossed in the hot seat. A chance visit and tour of a high-rise complex nearby, finds the girls a new home for the following year. Dorm life is in its final days, although the spirit will never die. And, don’t dare miss the explanation of the Halloween Bang Massacre.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJ. Bango
    Release dateApr 10, 2017
    ISBN9781370868995
    Dorm Tramps. Vol.4: The Brandy Files
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    J. Bango

    #Chicklit for admirers of smart & #sexy satire, #romcom banter and #erotic word flavor. Life is hard―kick its ass. Love your fetish. #Collegehumor gone wild.Author of new adult fiction and romantic comedies. Realistic plots for today's reader, laced in satire and sexy, adult humor. A self-improvement book and an illustrated children's short story book are also available.My novels tend to bend towards a real-time and satirical view of the world with regards to all relationships˗˗friendships, lovers, family, education, career, all of it. There is no normal despite the fact that some spend a lifetime pursuing it. Normalcy is in the dysfunction of life. It's there; that the real fun and our most memorable times are created. Without loose threads, there is no laughter, no surprise, no reason to seek out anything or anyone. Simply put, I love characters who do what they want to do and make no excuses about it. They thrive and grow on experiences, which is exactly what the goal should be˗˗total freedom with no regret.I am a voracious reader when I'm not writing. My interests vary quite a bit with what I read and I guess that's what keeps me constantly searching for new concepts and perceptions. Nothing wrong with the classics mind you. Discovery can be found everywhere and it's enjoyable to see the birthing of imagination in others as they put pen to paper.It's also fair to say that I am very much a lover of the solitude and beauty that nature offers. Whether it be a lone sandy beach in the tropics, the gorgeous high country in Arizona or the ominous forests of upstate New York, I enjoy all of it. From time to time, I'll frequent a local brewery for a stout or two, but I certainly would never throw my nose up at a nice glass of red in the night time hours. Especially a rainy night with that perfect new book. Cheers!

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      Dorm Tramps. Vol.4 - J. Bango

      Dorm Tramps

      A Short Story Series

      Vol. 4: The Brandy Files

      Written by: J. Bango

      Dorm Tramps. Vol. 4: The Brandy Files. © 2017 by David Schoenhofen. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and publisher of this book, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media and incidences either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with or sponsored by the trademark owners.

      Note: Language and sexual innuendoes/mild situational descriptions. Not erotica.

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      Settling in when a long party break ends is never an easy task. Usual routines seem somewhat lopsided after what the girls opened up to in Cabo. Most students are out of steam for that matter, but regardless, the year is coming to a close.

      In this volume, the average day now involves strangeness. Etiquette must be the chosen road again and that makes hiding everything in between a little harder to accomplish. Skype sessions, unknown microbes compounding on mirrors and secret societies; all come into play as Jenna is forced to create a new clipboard—a dark operations sort of schedule. It is also not only personal time that is affected. Work life involves some unexpected promotions for several of the girls; however, one in particular latches herself to a leg up the corporate ladder. Hint: his leg isn’t exactly the sought after prize in this fantasy come true.

      If these burdens weren’t enough to contend with, the eighth floor gets into a rumble, Matt’s boyfriend status is potentially on the chopping block and Luxury Living has been tossed in the hot seat. A chance visit and tour of a high-rise complex nearby, finds the girls a new home for the following year. Dorm life is in its final days, although the spirit will never die. And, don’t dare miss the explanation of the Halloween Bang Massacre.

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      Vol. 1: Promo Girls

      Vol. 2: Kill the Twerk

      Vol. 3: Lose the Haterade

      Vol. 4: The Brandy Files

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      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1 Pudding

      Chapter 2 Sidetracks that Rock

      Chapter 3 Fresh Hangouts and Open Doors

      Chapter 4 Eighth Floor Conspiracy

      Chapter 5 Conferencing in Slippers

      Chapter 6 Compost to Sunflowers

      Note from the Author

      Chapter 1

      Pudding

      I was already being waved to the reception desk when Sadie and I entered the lobby. Jayne was on duty and reached below the counter for a large box she had accepted from UPS. Our dorm’s main entrance was unusually busy for this time of day—the napping hours after noon. It became apparent to me that freshmen were in panic mode; realizing that they faced a short haul, coupled with a massive load of work to handle between now and finals. Crappy Crunch Time, as I heard one grumpy and overtired passerby exclaim.

      Jay slid the box across the maple counter’s surface and in my direction, while promptly handing me the clipboard for a signature. Sadie spun my delivery and jerked her head in shock.

      Zara! What in the funk, hoe bag? I can’t believe that you of all people are signing for this.

      I know, right.

      Aren’t you the chick who labeled their attire, ‘The Frumpy for the Ghetto’?

      I am, I said, handing Jayne her board. But, I found a thick, white, roll neck sweater dress I really liked. An off the shoulder mini as well.

      A frumpy mini? That’s confusing to picture.

      I ordered it a size smaller than I usually wear.

      "Ahhh…good call. Frump to sleaze by way of subtraction. Well done."

      Thank you, I said, purposely kissing her dead center and moistly on the lips.

      She looked at me, first hesitantly and then moving towards what I expected to be her oncoming attempt at sarcasm, when caught off guard and uncomfortable. I know the girl entirely too well. Years of habit had me several steps ahead in my readiness of shutting her smart ass down.

      So, that’s what Jenna? Some…

      Hush. You liked it and I know it.

      But…

      Hush! You liked it.

      Sure seems like it, Sadie. Jayne looked on as she removed more packages for other incoming students. You are fidgeting like a nervous rabbit. You never do that unless you’re trying to hide.

      Sadie let out a small sigh that she tried to keep low-key, looking from Jay and then to where it started.

      "Okay…maybe, I did. So, what does that mean?"

      Nothing, I answered, smiling at her. Come here. I took hold of her jaw with my free hand and leaned forward. Our lips softened together this time as we lingered and explored different angles ever so slowly. Like that sweetie?

      Not necessarily in the lobby of all places, Jenna.

      Right you are. Let’s go upstairs. Grab this package will you. I have entirely too much crap with me today.

      Brandy found us in our clamor and joined in on the group that couldn’t seem to end an already long day. Mason’s ringtone interrupted and you would swear that it was pre-Christmas week at the mall—shoulder bags falling off shoulders, bodies bumping and bouncing off one another and so on.

      What are you all into over here? It looks like a fucktard convention.

      Language please, Miss Brandy. We are at home now. Let us return to our natural etiquette if you will.

      My mistake, ladies. Jenna is correct. You bitches seriously need a nap though. You look a mess. Oh, by the way Jenna, she said, turning back to us again, I was looking for you. I sent you an Outlook calendar invite this morning. Have you even checked your phone today?

      "Nooo. I’m sorry. Today has been a struggle for me, trying to get into the swing again, so to speak."

      Of course, my roommate couldn’t leave my excuse to Brand unattended. That’s because your hips swung at every cock within ten feet of your grasp while in Cabo. You can’t function unless you have meat inside of you now. A corrupt system is what you’ve become.

      "Shut up Sadie and help me with all this crap I’m carrying. Trying to carry."

      Well…anyway, I was hoping that you might have some free time this afternoon, Brandy continued. "You know…to help me with that

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