I could feel her sit up straighter, and square her shoulders up a little. It was as if she was casting off the weight of her past life and embracing a... future without abuse. She looked at me with a question, pregnant on her lips."Where did you get so much wisdom? You are younger than me - maybe a lot younger. When you first spoke to me in the coffee shop, I thought you were in your early twenties. When I saw how you handled things with us - you were so calm and sure of yourself – I thought you. I didn’t want it to be obvious that we were having a private text conversation. That might look a little weird or suspicious (not that Jordan or Kristen would necessarily care). After a moment or two, I looked up from my notebook and watched Kristen for a moment, who was anxiously tapping her pencil on the desk as she tried to read about the Ancient Greeks. “You alright, Kristen?” I asked. My tone was a bit suggestive.“Yeah, why?” Kristen looked up. I was smiling. Kristen tried to keep a. " Huh?'"It'll make her feel good," explained Tim."Oh, I see," said Mark. "She's just like Yolanda."Before Tim could reply, loud music blared out of the sound box. The side door to the mess hall opened, and Mai, Colleen, Yolanda, Jenny, Haru, and Chica danced on in. The place went wild with all the guys cheering and whistling. Will had set up tables in the front of the dining area and the six girls stepped up on top of them. Up there, they danced and cavorted, getting the guys to clap in time to. As her arms hung over his strong shoulders, the towel loosened and was only held up by the pressure between them. Suddenly she drew back allowing the towel to fall, exposing her beautiful glistening body.“Oops,” she said, sliding the towel over and bending to pick it up so that Reggie got a good view from behind. “I guess I should get dressed. You wanna wait here, or in the room with me?”“The room?” he asked.“Come on, don’t be shy. I mean, you already seen my ass anyway,” she said flirtatiously.