You'll see."That was the understatement of the year. The Emerald Pools at Zion are gorgeous, I've seen them, but there's too many people there and you...can't swim. Not so at Jacqueline's secret spot, a stream- and spring-fed pool. When we'd all had a drink of water and washed our faces at the little waterfall, Jacqueline stood up and started to unbutton her shirt."I'm going in. Anyone else care to join me?"Tall, with the rounded powerful shoulders of a swimmer, her breasts high and proud,. She knows I adore dressmakingbut the fashion industry is super competitive for sissies, we truly are'a dime a dozen' in that field. Mother is always super practical, andthere is always a need for nurses. She did assure me, she won't take myfashion classes away from me, she's not ready, yet, to completely crushmy dreams.) That said, most of the mandatory classes for apprenti-lassesand damsels are basically event planning and child development, bothpointing us in the direction of the 'classic'. The next to arrive is the tall Lakotain boy, a year older than the first, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, his long jet hairs plaited into an elegant coil around his throat. He grins at the décor and then at the boy on the sofa. A tweaked eyebrow is his only other reaction and a slight narrowing of kohl lined eyes. The Lakotain snaps his fingers and suddenly the brown-blue haired boy finds his wrists securely snapped together behind his waist, tied with black cords. The other knows him. Alicia was shocked that Mr. Fosterhad them right out in the open like that where anyone could find them. Despite her better judgment, her curiosity got the best of her and she started looking through the tapes, scanning the pictures and captions on the boxes. One tape was called, "Gloryhole Sluts". On the cover was a large cock sticking through a hole in a bathroom wall. On her knees in front of him was a young woman with her hand around his cock. She was pumping his creamy white sperm into her.