It went from September 15—my birthday—to September 1. You had to be six by the first of September to be admitted into first grade. Mother proteste..., and when the school principal learned that I could already read, he was willing to admit me to school.Then the illness came. According to the doctors, I’d had an untreated strep throat condition during the summer and less than a month later, I contracted Rheumatic Fever. It was pretty severe, and for a while mother thought I was dying. I fought. It was the best I've ever had. Then she said wait until Saturday night and she would give me a proper thank you."There were a chorus of "yeah sure" and I bet and other sounds of disbelief. "You're telling us about one of your dreams Bull," someone told him."No, I swear. In fact she said she knows all of you and even mentioned you by name several times, James." Oh, what's her name?" I just had to ask, didn't I?"She said her name was Barbara Ann something, wait she said she goes by Bobbie, yeah. We don't have to have sex. We can just dance. And if you don't want to do that in your uniforms, then pick a costume. We missed the game because of that stupid flat tire. But now we have a chance to do something fun ... something nobody else in school will ever get to do. We'll be famous!"The other girls looked at each other. Judith could see the excitement in Monica's eyes, and Tiffany, while she looked stunned, was almost panting."Did I mention this is not a good idea?" asked Judith."It's not. Minutes later the attendant returned as asked if everything was alright as she saw the flushed look on Carrie's face from my finger's invasions. She offered up a suggestion, “There's nobody in the lower galley for an hour or so, let me show you two how to get down there.” I nodded and pulled the dress back over the hot wet pussy that was ready to gush already.We rose and followed the observant attendant to a small elevator and made the descent one at a time. She, our escort until we had all.