However, she could not yet decide which she would print out. In any case, if she found what she was looking for, she resolved to keep it hidden beneat... her mattress, fearing her mother would otherwise throw it out when she saw it.Marcella scrolled down looking for an image of the Virgin that would suit her faith best, but then the whites of her eyes suddenly widened, her brows puckered, and her jaw dropped with outrage as she placed her eyes on a particular image of Mary that entered her field. Dinner was over and Stu was still trying to talk me into committing to a relationship when and if Rob divorced me. I kept telling him that I was a long way from giving up on Rob and I wasn't all that sure I'd give up even if we got a divorce."That makes no sense Ellen. He hasn't had anything to do with you in months and here I am wanting you. To me it is a no brainer." You are the one not making sense Stu. Outside of me being what you say is the best piece of ass you've ever had you know. There were a couple of different alternatives. One was that I was way, way up in the class standings. Apparently, A grades at a college counted extra in the class rankings calculations. The odds were good that I would get some scholarships given simply to the top student in a field, probably math. However, the scholarship I was really banking on was different. I was applying for a ROTC scholarship.I had given this a fair bit of thought, both this time and the first time around. I skipped it. She would have done it too, if it wasn’t for her mom seeing her before she stepped out the door. Her mom had literally marched her back up the stairs and demanded she change and put something ‘more modest’. It had been lying in her dresser draw ever since that day. Well at least now, I’ll be able to make some good use of it. She thought mischievously. Underneath the skirt she was wearing her normal pair of white bikini panties. She didn’t want to make things too obvious, and anyway the panties.