...The Final Assembly of the school year had me in floods of tears. Some ofit was just the business of the school, like Pamela had been electedHead Gi...rl again. I gathered that about the only "nays" were Starkers.Turned out Georgians didn't usually dress at school, there'd been anescalating feud with the Starkers. About philosophy of all sillythings. Factions are about style and music mainly but they all have arole-play. Like Strikers do the post-Apocalypse survival stuff, Slowsare all about. Just realizing that I would never need to worry about money ever again was a huge thing.I smiled fondly when I realized that Sheila was cuddled up on my left with her head nuzzled in the crook of my armpit while my Mom was snuggled up on my right. I saw that Maria was nestled up against her back and that one of her dainty hands was cupping my mother’s large, firm breast; her fingers were trapped between us against my ribs. My Mom’s head rested solidly upon my pectoral muscle, and the crown of. I then turned to be leashedand kneel when I felt him place something warm over my shoulders. I feltone of my coats being buttoned, and then feet put into heels.We were going out! Cuffs held my wrists behind my back. We went tothe door and into the chill of the night The backseat upholstery's coolnessmade me shiver, along with my solitude and anticipation of our destination.The car started and we moved off.Club noises assaulted. It sounded as though hordes of both sexes filledthe bass-pounding. Joy.Vulnerability: the uninvited guest. With ventriloquism skills, no less.Please, don't ever leave me.Geez, what was with the Connie Francis whine? You idiot. You probably scared him off.As he dressed in the dim light, I studied his strong profile and lean-muscled flow and the unruly cloud my fingers had made of his hair and wondered if he was feeling the same things. Or was it different for him?Five blocks from home, faced with separation after such intense togetherness, we kissed again. Our.