Clearly, she wasn’t planning on unobtrusively following anyone.With a laugh, I saw that hanging from her zipper was a gold dollar sign. “Am I bein... awakened by an avatar of Ayn Rand?”“Wait until you see the gold dollar sign on my chest, and the gold cape for formal occasions. No, you aren’t that far off. For a little while, I dated a nutty Rand disciple, who gave me the zipper pull.” She batted her eyelashes, again hardly the mark of an undercover operative trying to be unobtrusive. “Sometime,. I am Frances Bracken,” her Mom said.We all said our hellos and our thanks for the welcome; Geri was just about to dance, as she walked out with us.“How old are you, Geri?” Maren asked.“I’m twenty two, I graduate next spring; Mom and Dad want me to come back here and take over, so they can retire; but I want to travel some first, before I settle down to one job, hell I don’t even have a boyfriend; since we don’t allow single men here it’s hard to meet anyone, except in college, and all they want. ” But still to show her change of attitude, she slowly, toe pointed down into the creek, sampled the water. It felt wonderful, washing off the caked on dirt of the travel along with washing her wounds, it felt cleansing but only for her toes, soon enough her entire body chilled, causing her to withdraw. Mr. B pipped up. “You may take off your clothes now if you don’t want them wet for the walk back.” The idea was appealing, though she felt terrible more pictures were being taken of her slipping. “You’ve each made a marginal increase overall” said Miss Valis. “I’ll have your final grade ready next class. For now, hit the showers and have a great weekend.” Miss Valis turned, and started toward the school.Jessica smiled at Kristen, “sounds like we did aliright”. She told Kristen.“Yeah lets go” said Kristen, “we’re the last ones here.”They rushed off to the locker room, pushed the swinging door, pulled the next one and were surrounded by metal lockers, each with a padlock holding it shut..
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