Jamie and Acker lounged about in the men's room, Jamie sitting atop the counter, flipping through his film class notes, Acker fussing with his hair in front of the mirror.

"You now, if you ever need a stunning male lead for one of your film projects, I'm usually available", Acker said.

Jamie frowned, rearranging his notes from class. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind if I ever do a movie entitled The Night Of The Swelled Head".

There was a flush from one of the stalls and a kid walked out, stuffing his shirt tail back into his pants. He gave his hair a cursory glance in the mirror and departed. He was followed by a boy who'd been washing his hands in the sink next to Acker. He shut off the faucet, dried his hands using far more papers towels than the task required, hawked a loogie into the trash can, and departed.

Jamie slammed his folder shut. "He the last one?", he asked in a stage whisper.

"Think so", Acker said, and gave the restroom a quick once-over to make sure. "All clear", he announced. "You?"

Jamie was already at the door, which had a flip-latch deadbolt on the inside. "Door's secured." Jamie zipped across the floor and retrieved his backpack from where he left it under the sink. Both he and Acker began to strip, stealing quick kisses in between tearing off garments.

Jamie, naked in an instant, leapt into the worn overalls and straw hat he'd been carrying around with him in his back pack. Acker was just as quick getting undressed, but with no farmboy gear to speak of.

"Where's your bibs?", Jamie asked.

"Didn't bring 'em."

"Ah, well. I'm sure lots of country boys spend their day in the buff, provided its warm enough out and the farm is sufficiently secluded." With that, the two boys were at each other. The nude Acker grabbed tight to Jamie and pushed them both against the wall, kissing, fondling. With one hand, Jamie groped to his side to find the counter. Then, his scrambling fingertips found his film class folder. With a mad swipe of his hand, Jamie sent the binder and all its contents crashing to the floor. He then grabbed Acker by the shoulders and hauled him up onto the counter and on top of him.

"You know what would be even better", Acker gasped in between kisses, "is if we were doing this in a real barn. Or a chicken coop."

Jamie reached around to knead Acker's buttocks with eager fingers. "Barn's better. Less stinky. I'll set up a shoot there for film class. We can do a feature on the aberrant sex lives of wayward farmhands."

Acker began kissing Jamie's neck. "Sounds good. You can direct, I'll produce."

Jamie reached down and grabbed Acker's nether regions. Acker gasped in surprise. "Well then, as your director, I'm telling you to produce." Acker clutched Jamie's forearms, his body heat rising rapidly which Jamie could feel pressing against him, growing fast. Increased production, it would seem, would not be a problem.

Carson walked into his room to find Rickie flopped on the bed, watching his TV. Carson stood in the doorway, wanting to go in and lie next to him but uncertain if he should. "Hey", he said.

Rickie looked up at him, all smiles. "Heyyy." He patted the bed beside him, inviting Carson to come join him. Carson did, telling himself he simply wanted to see what his friend was watching. It was a repeat episode of Dawson's Creek. The young group was at their prom, on a small yacht booked for the occasion.

"I love this part", Rickie said.

Carson's eyes bulged a bit and he pursed his lips. "You do? This part?"

"Didn't used to. But I do now."

The sequence in question had male characters Jack and Toby exchanging their first big onscreen kiss. It was a major event in television history and Carson, even though he never had much time for the tube, could see why. The two boys kissed with emphatic passion, for two seconds, three, four, five...

Carson squirmed a bit on the edge of the bed. "I-I-I don't really think that was necessary. I mean, the camera could've pulled away. You don't need to show that on TV."

Rickie smiled, pressing the mute button on his remote. "You don't?"

"No, it's kind of gratuitous. A ratings gimmick. Maybe it bothers me so much just because I'm straight. That's probably it--" Carson's protestations were cut off as Rickie kissed him. Carson did nothing to stop him, and it certainly lasted longer than five seconds.

Rickie began to guide Carson down upon the bed, when Carson placed two firm hands upon his friend's chest and pushed away. "We can't do this, man. I don't know if I can--I said I was straight, right? You heard that."

Rickie placed a hand on the side of Carson's head. "Cars. I promise you, we are not being televised."

Carson took a deep breath. "Well. I guess it's okay, then."

They returned to their embrace, now with Carson as the more aggressive partner. As the two went down upon the mattress, Rickie hit the power button on his remote and tossed it blithely over his shoulder.

Coffee rounded the corner of the library to find Bry already deep within the recesses of the more obscure shelves on the second floor. "Hey. How's the ol' research paper goin'?"

Bry smiled brightly. "Better for seeing you. I could use some help."

Coffee walked up to Bry, looking him over. "We're practically twins." The two were both dressed in their bib overalls. Coffee wore a red T-shirt under his, Bryce has on a red, yellow, and white plaid shirt. They both wore tan Timberland work boots.

Bry just smiled at his remark. Like Coffee, he'd found it increasingly difficult to go without his bibs on, especially after their private session after the last session for Herbie's project, when everyone else mysteriously disappeared. Bry found it easier not to dwell on that part of it. "Um, Coff, I may have...overreacted a little to your suggestion that we, well...you know, pursue our, um, more physical aspects of our friendship."

Coffee brightened. "Really?"

Bry traced one of Coffee's bib straps with his index finger. "Really." He leaned in and kissed his friend, who kissed him back, placing one hand gently behind Bryce's head. After several moments the broke off their kiss. Coffee was smiling widely, Bry was looking around to see if anyone had seen them. No one had. No one was around in this area of the library.

"So, what are you doing your report on?", Coffee asked.

"I haven't really decided yet." Bry pulled a few volumes he'd collected from a nearby step stool. "I've got stuff on the Great Depression, commentaries on The Grapes of Wrath and other Depression-era literature, advances in agriculture, and the inspirational success story of Colonel Sanders."

Coffee laughed. "You did notice something that all these have in common, right?" Bry looked down at his collection and grinned. Every one of them had photos or illustrations of men in overalls on their covers.

Bry held up the paperback on Colonel Sanders. "This one's different, anyway."

Coffee took the book from his hand. "I'm not sure I want to do a whole lot of reading about eating my own kind." Coffee kissed Bry again, this time with more passion than before. Bry was taken aback by the passion of Coffee's embrace, and let the other volumes slip from his fingers to tumble to the floor.

Bryce placed a firm hand upon Coffee's chest and pushed him away. Coffee's eyes were wide with concern, until Bry caught his breath and said, "Just to clarify. I'm not gay. And neither are you. Right?"

Coffee smiled. "No way. We just both--have a thing for good-looking college kids in denim."

"Yeah", Bry smiled, "I can accept that."

The two returned to their embrace and shuffled backwards to lean against the bookcase set into the wall for support. Neither Bryce nor Coffee could recall research being this much fun back in high school.

Herbie stepped down from atop the toilet seat where he was perched, thinking as he did that Acker ought to check inside the stalls as well as underneath them when checking to see if the coast was clear to make out with his new boyfriend. As quietly as possible, Herbie swung open the stall door and walked over to the two newly-gay college boys. Quietly, he said, "Hey."

Jamie and Acker twisted their heads suddenly, alarmed by the noise, by the fact that they'd been caught. Before they could say or do anything, Herbie shined a beam into their eyes. Like the beam from Herbie's modified opaque projector, this was a focused source of heat, making the air ripple in its wake. The beam came from a palm-sized, circular module Herbie held in his hand. It was a small, travel-size version of his hypnosis heat beam.

When the beam connected with Jamie and Acker, Herbie simply said, "Here, chick-chick-chick." As the light from the beam faded, Jamie and Acker looked back at each other with renewed enthusiasm. As they ravaged each other anew, Jamie began to tear away his overalls and go naked. Acker helped.

Herbie made his way toward the door, completely unnoticed by the two enamored chickens, who had already forgotten that he'd been there at all. Herbie let himself out, taking care to lock the door behind him. Another student was fast approaching the men's room when Herbie signalled him to stop. "Out of order", he said, thumbing towards the door.

"Awww, man", the student whined. "Really?"

"Pretty bad backup in one of the johns. You don't wanna go in there right now." The student nodded in quick agreement and sprinted off to find other facilities. Herbie shook his hand a bit, which stung from being in close contact with the miniature heat beam. He checked its gauge and saw it had a little more than two-thirds its charge left. He wrapped it in a small oven hot pad he'd brought with him and moved on to his next stop.

His departure was observed by a tall, bushy-haired blond boy at the end of the hall.

With all the ruckus and goings-on at the frat house where Carson lived, it was a simple matter for Herbie to just saunter in and say he was going upstairs to see Cars. The boys whooping and hollering at the foosball table just waved him up.

When Herbie reached Carson's room, it was easy to see how even the most unusual of affairs could go undetected. Even with his ear pressed against the door, Herbie could hear nothing but the overwhelming din of the rest of the house. He knocked, but got no response. He knocked harder. Still nothing.

Gingerly, Herbie opened the door and peered inside. Carson and Rickie were there all right, on the bed, in their overalls, drop seats down, going at it full boar. Carson wore his straw hat and moaned ecstatically as Rickie plowed him from behind. Rickie's hat sat rakishly atop the television, which had the sound muted. Back to back episodes of Dawson's Creek. Huh.

"Oh, God, Rickie!", Carson groaned out. "Bring it! Buck-buck-buck-buKAWK!"

"That's it, man!", Rickie sneered. "Cluck, you chicken!"

Herbie had to put his hand over his mouth to suppress a laugh. Since both boys had their backs to him, Herbie saw no reason to announce himself. He simply removed the handheld heat device from his pocket and fired two beams at the back of his subject's heads. Instantly, they froze in place, falling silent. Further proof it was the heat and prior conditioning that provided control, not simply the sight of the beam. Herbie made a mental note. He also spoke his trigger words softly but clearly. "Here, chick-chick-chick."

As he left the room, closing the door behind him, Rickie and Carson were already back at it with increased vigor. No one in the frat paid any attention as Herbie left. No one except the tall bushy-haired guy hanging around outside the house, just down the street.

It took a little searching for Herbie to find Coffee and Bry. He knew they'd be in the library, but wasn't sure exactly where. A good fifteen minutes after he'd started looking for them, Herbie found the duo in their complementary country boy attire, making out in the stacks on the second floor. They looked so darn cute together that Herbie was almost tempted not to disturb them. Almost, but not quite.

"Excuse me! But there's no gay make-out sessions allowed in the library!", Herbie hissed. Coffee and Bry whirled around, horrified, and caught Herbie's heat beam full in the face. The two boys sank a little deeper into each other's arms as the beam relaxed them, opening their minds to further conditioning. Herbie stepped up close to the bumpkin duo, keeping the beam focused on them. "Here, chick-chick-chick", he said.

Then, as he was about to step away, deactivating the beam and heading for home, he saw all the research material on the floor beside them. It was obvious in an instant what was on their minds. With a sly grin, Herbie whispered to Acker. "Hey, why don't you do your research paper on the Overalls Revolution of the 1920s?"

Mechanically, Acker said to Coffee, "Hey, Coff, why don't we do our research paper on the Overalls Revolution of the 1920s?"

With glazed eyes and thick voice, Coffee answered, "What a great idea, Acker."

Herbie shut off the beam and departed, its temporary charge nearly depleted. Coffee and Acker came back to life, kissing each other with increased passion. After another few minutes of making out and heavy petting, Coffee gasped out, "Hey, Acker...what the hell is the Overalls Revolution of the 1920s?"

Acker, now working on Coffee's neck and nibbling at his ear, said back, "Who the fuck knows? We'll look it up later."

The two wrestled in one another's arms and fell backwards onto the carpeted floor. Outside, Herbie made his way home. His departure was observed by the bushy-haired boy. A bushy-haired boy named Vic. And Vic decided that he and his hypnotist pal were going to have words.