She wanted the wrong Xuji.So Patrick spent most of first six months on campus alone; studying, working out, volunteering with the homeless ... and wor...king on his inventions every chance he got.In high school, Patrick had discovered a way of trebling the capacity of a standard hard drive, and the money he'd made selling the technology had paid for his course. (and his new look, eye surgery, sportscar, and small island for his vacations.) He was always tinkering with electronics, and that. It was for a minor naughtiness I was given a lecture which was humiliating enough to bring me close to tears. Expecting a painful but bearable ten minutes or so over the lap I wasn't to nervous until I heard..."Go change into your little outfit!" The tone of voice and the smirk silenced me from answering back, instead I blushed. The little smile I got back made me ashamed and compliant, and excited.My "Outfit" is a red plaid skirt, a white camisole,white thigh high stockings,and white or pink. The giggling made me nervous, though. They were up to something, I was sure of it.There was one thing about the dream experience that disturbed me greatly, and I had to ask "How could you possibly have connected with me, when we were both shielded? That isn't supposed to happen, and if it did, is something wrong with our spell?"That was a conversation stopper! Needless to say, if our shields could be penetrated that easily, they were worse than useless.It was Denise who came up with the only. "What are you doing to me!" I screamed as I struggled to free myself forthe chair I was strapped to."Let me go, what are you doing!!" It's simple really, you see you've made a mockery of my class, you andall of the other boys and since your parents do not see things the way Ido, I must take things into my own hands!" Bradford advanced towards me, her long floral print dress slowly movingside to side, her long black hair drawn up in a bun sitting on her headunmoving, she licked her red made up.