She could read almost everything without too much trouble.But almost is almost. Liz suppressed a growl when she found one recordwas badly smudged. She... *hated* non-regulation pens. Actually, this onewasn't as... coffee'd as some others, but what had been hit wasabsolutely illegible. "J-- Woodruff." Who was *that*? Nothing else onthe page gave any hints.Liz looked across the room. By now the other secretary had returnedfrom wherever she'd been. "Hey, Betty. Do you know of any studentsnamed. . it was fun ... it was better than when my dad did it ... he just wanted to put it in me, he didn’t do all the licking and stuff.”“Damn, he was missing the best part, then.”She laughed.“Yeah. He was.”Later, Dutch had no idea how he’d gotten the idea or even why he’d gotten it. It just didn’t seem fair to him that a bunch of suits in a boardroom in the core had decided that his world must die. That it must be turned over to the Freaks. Wiped clean of all sign of human occupation, and turned. We weren't making out," Cindy replied and everything she'd said was true. Up to a point. It had been a single kiss. But they'd both lost control and that kiss had turned into something long, deep and wet. But still, it had only been that one kiss, and that's obviously when Miriam Johnson had seen them. Just bad luck, really."That isn't what Miram said." I don't care what Miram said, I told you what happened." Madison looked anything but convinced. "Look, I'll tell you what. I was going over to. Therewas a zip under one arm that I did up with a little difficulty. Iadjusted it again and tied a little bow at the back.I walked over to the mirror. The dress was filmy. It did bounce as Iwalked. Strangely I liked the feeling. I stood and looked at myself. Ihated the dress and yet if I had a girlfriend I would have liked her towear it. It was so feminine. The babydoll shape which came down to mid-thigh practically screamed, "Feel my legs."The whole outfit of dress, socks, shoes and wig went.