She had to get back for a class. Afterwards I found myself thinking: ‘What are you doing?’ I was not happy with myself. Ruth visits. Friday morni...ng I received a visit from Ruth. She told me that her mother was deeply religious, very protective and would not let her go anywhere un-chaperoned. No dates at all. I asked her how she managed to come here. She said: ‘Mom wanted me to go to a Christian college or an all girls school but I wanted to study engineering. We had a real battle about it.. Ish,” he added moments later. “There may have been a few more or a few less.”“Plus yourselves as the organisers?”“Indeed.”“So up to six hundred all told?”“I guess.”“That’s three tiimes the number at which you have to actually ask permission from the Patrol.”“Oh. Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll make sure it gets done for next year.”“If you’re around next year.”“What?”“You broke the law,” Rudy said harshly. “You may not be free to sort it next year.”“But ... oh.” Alan looked downcast. “What’s. "I did wonder about that a little bit." Do you remember dancing in the living room?"She turned to look behind her at the living room, probably hoping it would spark some kind of memory. Obviously it did. She turned back to me as realization slowly washed over her face."Oh, my God," she said simply, and raised a hand to her mouth. "Oh, my God!" she repeated, then, "what did we do?"I shrugged.We sat there in silence for some time while we sipped at our coffee and had our own private thoughts.. They were all wearing short gray plaid skirts, most had opted out of the sweaters allowing you to catch peaks of their cleavage in their white button downs.Finally an old man who looked to be about two hundred years old came into the lobby and greeted everyone. He gave a quick speech welcoming your class to the new school year. You hardly paid attention as your eyes wandered across the room. It was only when it came time to be sorted into a house that you stopped ogling the girls. The academy.