Miss Margaret stood in the back of the barn, three paces away. She was tall – and she was well-formed. I could see that clearly, for she wore a ridi...ulously thin white shirt that came down to just below her breasts and a tiny bit of cloth across her hips. Her dark nipples showed through the shirt, and her legs were bare down to the tops of her shoes. I could see this well, because a lantern sat in front of her on a low table. The light it gave off was white, and to look at it almost hurt my. By the time we landed I was finished with the security updates and the JBG updates from my mates. We had not talked a lot last night about JBG things; we were just too glad to be together.The security zone was down to one hundred and twenty five French prisoners left; all of the cartel prisoners from the Mexican project had gone to meet their maker.I thought about sending the worst of the illegals - the ones that had been deported for crimes and had returned to the US - there. It was a thought.. They might not say anything directly to a student but word will get around. They've proven they're cowards. It's how cowards operate – innuendo and gossip." She's right," Tomas agreed with a nod. "It might take until the weekend, but word will get out. Even if the fuckers were there today, I think you'll be cool for a few days. That will give Elizabeth time to work things out – and you time to talk to Rico and your mom. But it won't protect you at school." She's not going back there," Elizabeth. I went over to the vanity desk, and sat down, noting that I was looking more like my sister than anyone else that I had ever known. I had no experience with makeup, so I limited myself to a light eye shadow, a bit of pink blush, and pink lip stick. I did not want to try using mascara, no matter how much I longed to do everything that my sister had done that morning, when she had dressed herself up in the same clothes that I was wearing right now.ThreeWhen I finally knew that I was ready to see.