Once she located it, she started typing on the computer in front of her.Name: Stacy ParkerGender: FemaleGrade: FreshmanID:She asked Stacey, “You hav... an ID yet?”“Not yet,” he replied.She entered “NO” under ID.“You need gym clothes?”“Yes,” he replied.“Size?”Embarrassed, Stacey replied in a soft voice, “small.”Quickly she entered his information,Gym clothes/Top: SmallShorts: SmallSports bra: SmallField hockey skirt: SmallSweat pants: SmallShe hit the enter button and Stacey was officially. " she thought for a moment, "if she is like me then it would be a shame for us not to know about each other, don't you think?" Does it make a difference to you what she is?" asked Liz."No not at all, she has been a great friend since I started work there and I like her a lot." How much?" continued Liz still testing the water, "are you attracted to her especially knowing what she may be like?"Deedi thought for a few seconds just to be sure."No, not at all. It's just like it was with Rosy. In. Frank.The boys picked them up and took them into a room off the basement and put them in a tub of warm water. They were told to get cleaned up, making sure they also douched to get all that cum from their cunts. The boys left the girls alone.The two sluts stood looking at each other. They had sympathy showing in their eyes, but couldn’t voice what they were thinking. Evelyn reached out and touched the brand that Tracy had just received and traced the lettering. Tracy began to cry, knowing that. Come back to us till lunchtime," the lady told her and the girl nodded happily.Before much longer, the train started moving again. Soon after, the girl came back. To my great surprise, the lady started talking with the girl, asking questions about her, where she hailed from, about her parents, brothers, sisters and more — all this David Copperfield kind of crap, as Salinger phrased it so succinctly — everything that is, except her name, and the girl answered haltingly, needing prompting ever so.