“I didn’t know either.” Turning from Beth to the new group. “Yes, I am, I’m Paula, this is Beth, Mindy, Cindy...” pointing to each one, �...� ... and of course my lighting engineer, and boyfriend Danny.”“Well, I’m Kristy, and this is my ‘little’ brother, Alex Gimble, and we’re both juniors” Kristy announced.“By only 2 minutes, jeez.” Alex ribbed Kristy.“A pleasure.” I added. “We’re all part of the new freshman class.”“We figured since we caught your stream last night. Oh, we go by CottonPicker1 and. That wasn't so subtle. Bring it! I thought.Our flirting became more and more overt in the taxi, and my hand was on her thigh by the time we were pulling up to her apartment. Once inside with the door closed, she made some comment or other, and then immediately proceeded to unveil her spectacular ass for me right there in her tastefully decorated living room, inch by inch sliding her spandex and thong down over buttocks and legs to the floor! There was apparently no more need for pretense of any. . and then he looked ta Fat Tony. "Boss, help, make themstop..." Ahhh... the new recruit must have been taken from the club."No time for that now, you two can catch up later."She took one more sobering look... and continued forward without sayinganother word. And we didn't stop until we found a locker room. It wastiny and dark. Illuminated only by a red light as one might expect froman old photographer's dark room. The room was small, smaller than aprison cell, and had a wall of lockers. "Most. Dye's generosityand caring.It didn't take Beth long to realize that she was meeting a verydifferent Martha Dye. Gone was the friendliness and warmth that sheknew as Ken. She was meeting a Martha that saw this young woman as athreat.Martha put on her Charleston charm. She greeted Beth by saying, "It is adelight to meet you. How long will we have the pleasure of yourcompany?" By now Beth was fluent in girl speak and she knew what MarthaDye was really saying was "I am not happy about meeting.