The councilor is on a leave of absence, and a younger assistant is behind the desk.  The minute he sees Ted, he sits up straight and begins to look very animated.  

“Hi, I’m Gorgeous George” he spasms. 

Ted wants to guffaw sarcastically in response to this pompous jackass, but restrains himself. 

George rolls his chair back, crosses his legs, and begins bobbing his right leg up and down, the way women sometimes do.

Ted is repulsed by this fellow, but delivers the necessary spiel regarding his concern over short term career prospects after graduation. 

George shrugs and replies, 

“I’m not up to details like that. The boss will be home in September. I suggest you search online, and when he comes back he can comment on what you find in the meantime. Can’t trust everything on the Internet.” 

“Good, okay, I’ll do that” says Ted. 

Now George pops the question, 

“How’s the gay scene up your way?” 

Ted is not that annoyed yet, 

“I have no idea, I’m not into that.” 

George bristles, 

“Yeah! Tell me about it? You can’t fool me. I know you are.” 

“Sounds like wishful thinking to me. Thanks for your help. I’ll come back after my search.” 

George smiles indulgently, rises, walks to Ted’s chair, and grabs his upper knee. Ted brushes the hand away, but George sees this merely as a challenge, and continues, 

“As I said, you don’t fool me. I’m having a little after-hours soiree with two young men in the back office here tonight. The room is a little musty from all the old tablecloths, but very cozy. Please come. Kind of a whoresome foursome, if you know what I mean.” 

With this, George grabs Ted’s leg much further up. Now Ted is annoyed, and says, 

“Look, just cool it with the fruitcake routine, pee-pee boy. I’m out of here.” 

George is enraged, 

“Why, you homophobic little bastard. I’ll be talking to Dean Moulton about you. He’s the top queen on campus. You’ll be on the way back to California within two days.” 

Ted thinks quickly, 

“Okay, sorry, it’s just hard to trust sometimes. I apologize, and yes, I would like to come tonight, if you’ll still have me. What time?” 

George smiles victoriously, 

“Ate o’cock, as they say. Don’t be late, or we’ll start without you.” 

Ted replies, 

“Okay, but please open the window to vent in there. I hate the smell of musty cloth.” 

Later that night. 8:10 P.M.

Wearing a hoodie, Ted is late, hoping the disappointed threesome will be well underway. He approaches the building undetected from behind, through the thick bushes. He can see three in the room, and steals up quietly under the window. Now he hears George ranting,

“The little bitch stood us up. I’ll fix his ass once and for all with Moulton” 

“Yes, Georgie Porgie” lisps one of the faithful. 

Ted gets well away from the window along the wall of the building, reaches into his big pocket, and removes a single stick of dynamite. Earlier, he cut the fuse to be a ten second burn. With his back to the window, he inserts the fuse, lights it, and watches it for about two seconds, then heads for the window. Less cautious now, he stumbles on a rock and sprawls forward. 

The dynamite is pitched forward, and is on the ground three feet ahead of him, fuse still burning. Ted jumps up, grabs the stick, comes in fast under the window, hooks it in, then runs. Three seconds later, the blast comes. It can be heard for quite a distance. 

Ted exits the area quickly. He sees an old couple walking a dog, looks at his watch, and tries to appear worried, as if about some appointment elsewhere, in spite of the blast nearby. He makes it to his car, and as he heads home, thinks to himself,