"You're going to seduce that poor boy!" I'm going to put any thoughts that I am not a girl out of anyones mind,including Lisa. I'm a girl and can prov... it, but having a hunk for aboyfriend wouldn't be so bad would it? And besides, I can't getpregnant!" There will be no trying any of that! Understand? NONE of that, and he isNOT your boyfriend!" I'll work on that mother." Work hard honey. You don't want to be known as an easy girl, okay?"I stand 5'8," in my socks, about 5'10," in heels and Stan. I thought about breaking the news to everyone. Both times.When I had left France, things were different. So much more phony, we had had a stupid going-away-for-only-a-little-bit party for crying out loud! The people I left behind had moved on quickly, yet pretended they wished I was there.When I left California, things were hard. The six of us had gotten together and spent the night at my house. Yeah, I know ... a coed sleep over if you want to call it that. But that had been the most amazing. Especially with facial features, if one side didn't match up to the other, people wouldn't spend much time looking at it. That is, unless it was way out of whack, in which case they spent too much time looking at it; usually with some expression of revulsion they couldn't hide quite fast enough.But Charlie knew from his obsessive reading that there were other things that attracted people. Probably chief among them were wealth, power and social status. He knew he'd never be physically attractive. The President was up first. He took the paddle in his hand, and went down the line, giving each girl a hard slap with it, each releasing a muffled noise as the wood made contact with the fabric. “Pledgemaster?” He said, after each girl had received a single spank. “Yes, President?”“You see, when I had been thinking of this I was imagining a much more satisfying sound. I think I may have been thinking of the noise that a bare bottom makes when it is spanked,” he spoke halfheartedly, as this.