Barbara was one of the seniors who was big intochoreography. She demonstrated some dance steps for us to follow. Theteacher in charge, Mr. Moore, was ...sort of a control freak about thestuff, but he liked to let the senior members have their input.Mr. Moore broke us up so we could perform Barbara's dance. I was todance with Carl. Carl was a heavy guy. I had made fun of him over theyears for his weight, my younger friends still did. He wasn't a badguy. He was a bit effeminate so that just made the. She had that expression, the one when she knew I was looking at her. We continued walking and she squeezed my arm tighter.“English, thank you, I had a wonderful time.”“Me too, Elodie, me too. I admit I was a little nervous. I liked Eva.”“Yes, she is very, erm… discerning? She does not suffer fools.”“I noticed. How can I put it? She is very intense.”She giggled again, “She is and you are fine, English, she liked you too. She is a good judge of character.”“I gathered that.”The cab whisked. "I'm trying to loose a little weight. Maybe soon, I'll be thin and as beautiful as you." Thank you Margaret. You look lovely now, and thanks for the lemonade. By the way, where are you from?"She smiled and said, "Zagreb. That's in Croatia. Have you been there?" No, but I'd love to go."The lemonade had a strong taste of rum in it, perfect for a sunny afternoon. It might have been too perfect because I drank three of them before a handsome man in a suit walked up behind me. I wanted to cover up. He was very pale and wore a suit. He had long lanky arms and no facial features.She smiled removing a bang from her face."Nice Slender constume." she said,The man just stood there and stared. She looked a bit wierded out turning and continued down the road.She rolled her eyes as her heels clicked on the asphalt. The woods seemed to move as a thick breeze wafted through them.She looked to the ground adjusting her breasts. She looked back to the woods and saw him there again.She stopped with a.