I try my best to smile back and not to look like a tongue-tied idiot. Despite her warming smile, I still see the melancholy between her brows and eye...s. She stretches out her hand, "Hi, I'm Chloe. You must be the neighbor?" Her chin points to the direction or our shabby home."Um, y...yeah. I am the neighbor." I extended my hand and blushed again when it touches her cold pale hand with proportionally long fingers. Her skins is so soft that she feels more like a baby than a teenager.Her silver. The biggest impact of our plan was at lunch.Liya, Brittany, and I were the first ones to “our” table and we took the opportunity to slide another table up to butt-end with ours. We were shortly joined by our regular table mates and by all five seniors on the team. Brett looked very nice in a button-down shirt, slacks, and a jacket; we 12 girls were all wearing dresses.As we girls sat, Brett, who was slightly flushed and still standing, said, “This must be an alternate reality. There are now. Just – I need something warmer. Is that clean?” She points to the bath robe in the dresser. “Yeah. You want that?” “This looks great,” she says, as she pulls it out. It’s a thick cloth bathrobe, which I almost never use. She’s goes into the bathroom to change and I slowly put on the clothes I offered her, somewhat hopping she’ll walk out while I’m still naked. She stays in there quite a while longer, probably drying her hair on my towel, maybe thinking about how to act natural when she’s in my. I like to practice firm discipline myself and we have a lot ofequipment here for that very purpose,? she said licking her lips as she tappedher cane hard across the palm of her hand. ?I can also call on lots of help ifI need it. Although we are a girls? school we have a very experienced olderman, Father John Thomas, who assists me with the girls? discipline and he ishelped by another male assistant, Father Benedick. Ican assure you that both of them stand no nonsense from our girls. We.