She presses the muted turquoise fabric to her face, then wraps herself inside it. She binds herself snugly, streamlining extravagant curves, as if she...could turn herself into a secret. Then she reaches for the straw, wide brimmed cowboy hat. Shaking her dark mane back, she places the hat down low, hiding under its shade, then turns to walk away. Bright sandals dangle from her hand. It’s a simple clockwork of easy motion. His sinews tighten like harp strings, but he remains in the shadows as. .. and he returned his attention to washing thestones, quietly running the stiff white brush back and forth, back andforth. The motions were soothing, and soon his thoughts began to slowlydrift. Back to the dress he wore.It had been two years ago, shortly after his eighteenth birthday, thatthe blond had been first forced into lace garments. "You can thank yourfather for not leaving a proper will," his stepmother Ellanore hadinformed him, her cold blue eyes staring into his own sky-colored. Marcus didn’t know much about cheerleading, other than he loved women in cheerleading uniforms, and the reason that he was assigned this team, one that apparently no other teachers wanted, was because their team, well, sucked. None of the teachers that ran the program really cared about it, so the team never really did any good during games, or official competitions, so no one wanted to be in charge of such an embarrassing team.Most of the time, the girls on the team took it upon themselves to. It was a fine warm evening and there was the scent of blossom in the air as she walked down past the Marina and through the park. The Pub was already crowded and she was told that there would be a good forty minutes wait before she could get a table. Shaking her head in annoyance she went to the bar and ordered a wine and taking it over to a quiet corner sat down to think about the ridiculous delays of the day and drank her wine. Ten minutes later she was disturbed by an incredibly handsome.