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...seconds.”—Goodin remembers her 15 seconds well. FM dialed her red phone for a little reminiscing about a time when the only thing CBS News, which covered the study break, wanted of Summers was to see him get down on the dance floor...

Author: By Daniel J. Mandel, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: She Grinded With Larry | 3/3/2005 | See Source »

Goodin: We were on the dance floor and somebody pushed me from behind. I just started dancing. Part of my goal was to freak him out a little bit. He continued to dance with other girls after I gave up. At some point one of his aides pulled him aside and basically told him, “Dancing with young girls is really inappropriate.” He stopped dancing...

Author: By Daniel J. Mandel, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: She Grinded With Larry | 3/3/2005 | See Source »

According to the police report, at approximately 2:48 a.m. on the night of the incident, Pforzheimer Senior Tutor Matthew G. Peattie contacted HUPD after a floor tutor said he believed Maybury-Lewis and the victim had engaged in a domestic dispute in which physical violence might have been involved. Peattie declined to comment for this story...

Author: By Robin M. Peguero, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Student Charged With Assault | 3/3/2005 | See Source »

Seated in a dimly-lit office in the Barker Center with open cardboard boxes and a tennis bag on the floor, de la Durantaye folds his hands in his lap, crosses his legs, and muses with a small smile on his face. Slim and tall, he wears black slacks and gleaming dress shoes. A silver wedding ring winks on his left hand. Brushing aside his dark hair, he looks up into the air as he searches for his words...

Author: By Eliza G. Hornig, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: The Clothes Aren’t It | 3/3/2005 | See Source »

Seated in a dimly-lit office in the Barker Center with open cardboard boxes and a tennis bag on the floor, de la Durantaye folds his hands in his lap, crosses his legs, and muses with a small smile on his face. Slim and tall, he wears black slacks and gleaming dress shoes. A silver wedding ring winks on his left hand. Brushing aside his dark hair, he looks up into the air as he searches for his words...

Author: By Eliza G. Hornig, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: The Clothes Aren’t It | 3/3/2005 | See Source »

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