. some clothes, and an address, date, and time.Nobilis wants to meet you somewhere?No, he said it came from someone else.Well, he wouldn't lie to you.... So you don't know who sent it?No. Do you?I wish I did. Are you going?I don't know.Let me know, okay?Don't I always?I put the box away and went to bed. I found it difficult to sleep. I kept going through the long list of all the people who could have sent the box. Steiger? Unlikely. S.D.? No, impossible. I kept running through all the names of my. It’s cold and miserable.Inside… it’s just another Friday night for CCL. No classes tomorrow, hence the beer truck delivery. The freshmen pledges are all present and accounted for, some of them due for their initiations.CCL is well-known for its uninhibited, honest, sapphic practices. In fact, it’s become almost a brand. Being a sister of CCL is a badge of honor that identifies any girl as not being just another college grad, but someone who knows how to have fun and loves women.That said, the. It was like a giant wall. To the east were plains just rolling away until you hit the Mississippi, and then, all of a sudden, you had mountains. They weren't at all like the ones back home, either. Still, I thought there was a sense of familiarity with them. In a way I'm a mountain girl.After we'd made the city fathers of Colorado Springs happy by dropping enough money on tourist things, it was time, the day I'd been secretly looking forward to since high school. We drove out to the Academy,. The shoes she wore were bright red. Her tight black leather skirt hugged her wonderful curves. When he looked at her top again, he wondered where she might have found such a shirt. Perhaps on a recent trip to Paris or Milan. The beautifully cut red shirt had to be silk! And the way it complimented her figure was amazing. That little cap she wore, that was so 1940s, and gave her a real classic look, he had never felt his body so alive when looking at a woman. He walked over to her table and.