“Wow, good going, Matt. That was tricky.”I backed up against a tree trunk as I refined the alignment. The view looked just about right. I sighed a... I looked down at the deep snow. Ah, the irony of the night storm’s deposit. Great for skiing, not so great for hunting.“Better get to it then,” I said. “Help me out.”“Forget it, Matt.”“What?”“Look.”I stood again. Lara pointed up into the crook of the tree I had backed into. Tied to it with a piece of twine was another Ziploc bag.“Score!”Lara. We both agree that college totally sucks. We both study every single day and feel like we have absolutely no social life, none whatsoever. We often studied in the library, for research papers, and various other things. Anyway, there was almost never more than twenty people in there at a time. We guessed it was because of absolute silence rule.So, you always had to be quiet. Being too loud could get you kicked out. Sharon and I tried to keep it quiet, but it always seemed to be a challenge.. James watched her delete theoffending images from her laptop, and phone, and took her assurance thatthey weren?t to be found anywhere else, besides the boys? own phones (whichthey deleted quickly and in front of one another). Margaret was mean, butshe didn?t lie, and James felt a wave of relief as their little mistake wasfinally paid for, by far more than it was worth."Thanks for being a good sport," Margaret told him. "I know this was apunishment but I hope it wasn?t all bad. After all, you. Timmy stood in stunned silence for a moment not knowing what to do. Heknew for certain though that after all the work Madge had gone throughthat he had better not try and take anything off. But what could he donow? He couldn't go outside, he couldn't hang out with his friends.He began moving, wobbling on the high stiletto heels. He gasped as theshoes forced him into short mincing steps that caused his hips towiggle and his jutting bust to swing and jiggle. He heard the crispsilken rustle.