“At the moment, all I want from you is to stop spooking me like that”, she said.“Sure you want to spend your favour on that, considering what’...s about to happen next weekend?”She sighed.“Let me think about it”, she said. “I’d better go before I’m late. I’m not the track team captain, after all.”I chuckled. Most teachers tried to be fair, but it was hard not to play favourites, especially when I got trophies for the school, and was more or less a model student anyway. Not that I could get away. We'd tinkered with our version, refined it to the point where we were almost ready to go live with it. What we needed was a nudge, and it was Allie who provided it."We used to do 'Born To Run'," she informed us one day at practice. "It's a tough song, but we figured, what the hell, right?"What the hell, indeed. This wasn't competitive trash talking from Allie; it simply wasn't in her nature. It could perhaps have been construed as constructive criticism, but more likely, it was her own desire. I had been out of hospital for a while and soon returned to school. I did my best to visit Jessica every day as she spent more time getting well and strong again. She gradually got to a more healthy weight and previously her painfully thin body filled out, becoming more and more beautiful. Thanks to the healing powers of a bio-elemental we both regained our voices and it was a surprise to both of us to hear each other talk, having grown used to the mental voice. We still talked quite a bit via. Beneath allthe noises of desperate feminine need, there could be heard a muffled,terrified scream - a scream that steadily rose in pitch, until...Pouting and whimpering with disappointment, the crowd of girls pulledback.There, lying spreadeagled on the ground, was a stereotypical Beach Babe.Her long, blonde hair ringed her panting face like a halo as she laythere, wearing only a tiny pink bikini obviously many sizes too small tocontain her luscious body. Suddenly her previously puzzled eyes.