.. we are not happy with that report card, to say the least. And there will be consequences. You know that the first quarter of senior year is the one... that colleges look at most closely. Do you realize you've probably ruined your chances of getting into one of the better universities?"That last statement didn't bother me terribly. I was set on going to Rutgers; I'd certainly get in there. I had no intention of attending the "better universities" of which Dad was speaking – Ivy League and the. Two sections of dresses and skirts and blouses onhangers that must have been six feet long each, and what looked likehundreds of pairs of shoes. It felt a little spooky to be going through the closet full of women'sclothing, but I felt a little thrill too.I checked out the vanity and found its top covered by every type ofcream, lotion, and moisturizer ever invented. I had never heard of mostof them. The drawers of the vanity were chock full of makeup, includingone whole drawer of false. Money and time well spent, I felt as I just stood and admired her for a bit. I took a blanket which was draped over the back of the sofa and put it across her shoulders, tucking it under her chin carefully. She opened her eyes and smiled. She then pulled the blanket up at the side and patted the floor next to her for me to have a seat. I did and she put the blanket down over us."It was getting stuffy in there so I came out for some fresh air, but I was starting to get cold. Thanks." No problem.. Things began to change when Claude LeBeau arrived in Santa Fe. Claude was a gambling man from New Orleans, a slim dark-haired man with rakish good looks and devilish eyes. He seemed to mesmerize her, and under his spell she did things she never dreamed she would do.It was Claude who showed her what true sensual, sexual pleasure was all about. Her pleasure became an important issue for her, something Claude had showed her, and as a result he was able to take her on his terms, rather than hers,.