Jones," Mabel Moncrieff looked the woman up and down and sneered contemptuously at the length, or lack of it, of her skirt, "you know perfectly well t...hat we like our mother's to dress properly."Alison looked herself up and down. "I thought I was dressed properly. I mean it isn't as if I'm standing here naked."The school secretary sniffed the air as a number of other mothers, a couple of men and more than one teacher crowded around. "From the show you gave those men before, you might as well be.. Almost like clockwork it came to me that men were a lot more persnickety about their names and who knew them. I would only get the name of a man from him. Happening to hear someone else speak another's name might let me know it, but it just wasn't the same as being told by the name's owner.It was reassuring in a way, because Caltort had given me his name right off the bat. Of course everyone had heard my name when I told Shaton before we fought, but it was almost as if that really didn't count.. Perhaps it was a result of the arousal that coursed through my veins. Or maybe it was because I truly cared for my friend. Whatever the reason, I focused on my passed out friend and started removing her clothes. Do not get me wrong, it was not like I was about to take advantage of her. I just did not want to let her pass the entire night in her clothes. So I removed both her top and her skirt. But I left her underwear on. I may have been aroused, I was not a pervert. Once she was down to her. So I gave her a key to the place. Jeanne watched movies during the day while I was at classes and did her term paper on my living room floor. Once she was done, she could take off for Christmas earlier than I could, so she gave me back my spare key. About a week later, the day before I was due to go home for Christmas, Jeanne showed up at my door. She was with her mom. They had been Christmas shopping and Jeanne said she had got me a present and card to thank me for helping her out. I asked.