Feeling an incredible rush from the discovery of the note and the money - and the great fit of the new jeans and shirt - Jason practically bounded out the door of the frat house. He headed down the street a few blocks to a buffet...the 'Cookhouse Buffet'. He'd spied it the first day he'd arrived at university, and had noted that it served 'three buffets a day, 6 am to midnight' but had never gone to try it out. Now, he wondered who he'd see there on a Friday night - fat guys out for a feed, football players, maybe a romantic couple or two, maybe a few fellow university fat guys, perhaps a whole Elks club.... Jason wondered as he walked.

Soon, he was at the door, being greeted at the door by a blonde, ...