Of course, the room started smelling pretty bad.

I've hated my girlfriend's new roommate, Sharon, ever since her old one graduated last year.

At the beginning of this past fall semester, Cindy's roommate seemed cool. She started hanging out with us, and seemed to really be helping my girlfriend get over her roommate leaving the school. (She and her old roommate were really close).

I guess it was two weeks before winter break (2002) when Cindy's roommie snapped. She started leaving her nasty, funky underwear all over the room. Panties would be EVERYWHERE: her desk, the floor, the bathroom they shared, & under her bed. One pair in particular, which had been worn during her time of the month, had profound amounts of blood on them. The cow didn't even bother to wear one of those things girls wear when, well, you know.

That wasn't the worst part about the underwear. See, she liked to invite her ex-con boyfriend(who had been convicted for several rapes, mind you) over for sex without telling Cindy. She didn't care if Cindy was sleeping or studying in the room, if Big Boy wanted some lovin', he certainly got it.

After one hot and steamy evening, her man ejaculated all over the bloody panties. Guess where she put them: ON THE WALL. She stuck these semen-blood-stool stained undies on the wall, where they hung for two weeks. Of course, the room started smelling pretty bad. She finally took them down the day before school dismissed for winter break.

But the story doesn't end there.

My girlfriend's room was originally meant for three people, but the intended third roommate was killed in a car accident, so it was only the two of them. Big Boy begged and pleaded with Sharon to let him move in, and of course she did. Without asking Cindy.

Once he'd gotten settled in (without paying the guest fees),he started acting like he owned the place and its occupants. He and Sharon continued to have loud sex nightly, even when I came to take Cindy out or to study with her in the room. He even had the audacity to ask Cindy to be his "other bitch".

Of course, she said no, so naturally her roommate became nastier, and some of her things (including a $1000 diamond necklace I'd bought her) went missing. Cindy couldn't prove they'd taken her stuff, and the RA wasn't having it. He told them to work it out on their own. Before anyone says she shouldn't have had the necklace there, consider the fact that I'd taken her somewhere really nice and she'd brought from her house to wear it for that occasion. She hadn't had time to take it back home when it was stolen.

The last straw finally came when Sharon's boyfriend joined the Nation of Islam at the beginning of the spring semester (2003). He became a hardline Muslim, and started bashing Cindy and I for being together. By the way, I'm a white guy, Cindy's black. He bought a 9mm pistol, and threatened to shoot me if I dared to come near his house(the dorm room he wasn't helping to pay for). The university we attend finally let Cindy move out of there and into my apartment with me for the remainder of the spring semester.

Here's the kicker: Since the university doesn't allow on-campus "shacking" between male and female students, Cindy has to live in the room with Sharon until the RAs can find her a new room.

They told Cindy it should take three weeks back in August, and it's the end of October now. They still haven't found her a new room.