When testing this story with a few mega fans… the title was “Don’t Drink and Drive”. For the purposes of SEO… it would have ranked great… initially… but… this is not a public service announcement about the perils of drinking while driving.

For the record, do not drink and drive!!! Always have a designated driver and drink responsibly.

Now. On to the story. With it’s current name of V8 of Eights. Why such a crazy title? It’s about a V8 and was supposed to be an eight part series… and… never mind… enjoy the story.

V8 of Eights part 1

Mark was one of those guys who had very little to offer a woman. He was not ashamed of his humble beginnings, but he knew that if he led with that, he’d be seriously disadvantaged. The campus where he was studying at was way above his pay scale. Had it not been for the hard work of his local community, he would not be able to afford the tuition. Worse, now that he was settled and focused, there was this lady who had caught his attention.

Stacy. She was just the absolute cream of the crop. The belle of the ball. The star in the sky. She was perfect. And way, way, way out of his league. Mark knew that his chances of getting her attention were slim. He hoped that his confidence and smarts would compensate for his lack of money.

The school, where Mark was studying, had a lot of old money supporting the prestigious establishment. The only way for Mark to manage to fit in, was to play the part of the working crew on campus. There was no way to afford the finer suits and trappings of wealth. The way he dressed with his lumberjack clothing allowed him to blend in perfectly with the unseen class of employees that made the campus run.

Because of the wide variety of learning opportunities on campus, doing his classes virtually made it easier to blend in and not draw attention to his economic state. Sure, most of the limiting beliefs were in his head, he knew that, but the reality is that he could not afford access to any of their circles. So, instead of declining all the time, he opted to blend into the background and focus on pushing his grades forward.

Stacy, oh lovely, Stacy. How he wished he could approach her and speak with her. However, that would not be an easy task. She had a very strong wing-woman. Meg was not one to be messed with. She kept a strong and dutiful watch over Stacy. Everyone wanted Stacy. Everyone made a pass at Stacy. Meg always deflected, blocked, protected. So much so, one would be tempted to think that the two were an item.

Should Mark ever make a move, he would have to figure how to do so without the presence of Meg around. Meg herself was a sweet looking beauty. During the typical day, they would be seen studying out on the lawn as the line of men would grow hoping to find audience with Stacy. This puzzled Mark some as no one seemed interested in Meg. She was easy on the eyes. She was polite and cordial most times. However, whenever someone pressed the issue to get Stacy, Meg turned into a testosterone fueled machine.

The rumor on campus was that Meg could physically take on any guy in a one-on-one fight and easily win. This was most difficult for Mark to believe as Meg was not the biggest of ladies. Her semi petite frame seemed unable to harm a football player of any size.

This didn’t matter, Mark knew that he had no chance ever, so there was no need to test the limits of the inevitable. Instead, he kept his low profile and studying judiciously. The end goal was to get his degree, roll into a good paying job, and then help elevate his family out of the lower social rungs into the middle class for a change.

Meg, on her end of the spectrum, found the attention of all the boys in the yard fascinating. They were so sure of themselves and always quick to anger when their plots were easily foiled. She knew the score and how the game was played. From her perspective, she felt a little bad for Stacy.

While she was happily pursuing her life, Meg understood how lonely it was to be the most attractive and most beautiful person in school. Stacy had few people she could trust. They were always plotting to get in her pants or plotting to ruin her reputation. Stacy didn’t know who to trust. Meg could see the signs of one who had been hurt before by trusting the wrong guys. Over the years, as their friendship had grown, it was clear that secrets were the way of Stacy’s life.

She was kind, she was sweet, she was perfect. Meg just couldn’t get Stacy to understand that in due time, she would find the perfect man. For now, it was all about letting the boys wear themselves flat out so that the men could finally show their cards.

What Stacy couldn’t understand is why couldn’t a man step up now and show himself. Why did she have to wait. It just was not fair. It was comical at least. The attempts and the games were hilarious to watch. Especially after Meg had shown her how to read the landscape of boys. Now that she knew what to look out for, it was really a pitiful landscape.

The guys who opted not to use their money and family name to pad their approach often appeared to be the best of the bunch. They were more mature, they were more sensitive, they were more focused. Meg, however, kept her in check. Meg had a tremendous insight into the way men’s mind worked. Yet, Meg was never seen dating a man.

Meg blamed that on having grown up with too much testosterone and being on sabbatical from it for a few years. Stacy bought it as there was no real alternative theory to explain how it was Meg understood men so well and yet had no desire to date them.

There was this guy that Stacy was hoping would get the approval of Meg. His strong masculine jawline, broad shoulders, polished posture, swag of wealth, confidence of a president, and politeness of saint had made her tummy ache for his embrace. This man, Todd, was just an absolute beast… in the romantic sense. Every woman on campus wanted to spend time with Todd. He was too hot to handle by most, but Stacy was confident she would make this man proud to have her on his arm.

It was not about the fact he was one of the, if not, most handsome man on campus that drew her. Stacy understood that many would see their physical beauty as a match. It was that Todd was different. He was a man. He was not a boy; playing around at being a man.

Unlike all the other guys, Todd didn’t show his wealth at all. The man passed for a normal college guy. An extremely, hot, amazing college guy. Yet, Meg seemed uninterested in helping Stacy get to know Todd.

Rumor had it, that Todd, was extremely selective as to who he hung out with as far as dating was concerned. He was always super helpful and always the gentleman, yet he rarely dated anyone. Sure, there was the occasional first date here and there, but there seemed to be no second dates. This drove the women all the more mad and insane, as they tried all they could, to get his affection.

As the years moved along and the studies got harder, Todd started to draw closer to Meg. This caused some minor friction for Stacy. She had hoped this guy was going to make a move but he hadn’t. Meg seemed to be cute about it and not actively push Todd away. Initially, it came across as if Meg was blessing the approach Todd was taking to meet Stacy. Stacy had started to count her good fortune as the only woman who would eventually get Todd to commit to a relationship.

The day Stacy got all dolled up cute to accept a date invitation from Todd, he had showed up somewhat rattled and unsure. He stammered a bit and hesitated much before getting to the point. He asked Stacy if she had any issue with him dating Meg.