'"Julia interrupted. "That was very clever, Carol. And thank you too." To the rest of us, Julia explained, "We rehearsed some things, but not for how ...arol would respond to her teachers. Carol made that up on the spot."Carol said, "I didn't make it up. Every word is true. You are my girlfriend, you did tell me to speak up, and you are sixteen, very pretty and smart."Julia countered, "I won't argue with any of that, modesty not being my best virtue, but you were still smart picking out a truth. Stepping closer to the mirror, Iscrutinized my face through narrowed eyelids.My hair was straight and thick and chestnut brown: longer than mostboys' my age, hanging down past my shoulders. The sun had bleached it ashade lighter over the past month or so, lending it some striking blondhighlights. A little wild at the moment, but I doubted I'd be gettingit cut tomorrow. Mom's hangover would keep her in bed until midday andshe probably wouldn't leave the living room after that.The hair framed a. This was no ordinary hobble skirt ie just a tight tube of material and it hadstretched her sewing skills to limit with plenty of mistakes and restarts.The basis was a tight skirt of heavily lined pink satin with flat pleats allthe way down the front that would hold legs clamped together from hip to knee.The pleats were held flat by lacing all the way down, to each of the lace crossoverswas attached a small pink bow. At the bottom was an enormous flounce of pinknetting, which stuck out 18? all. Here it’s understood that being sexual isn’t wrong. Like Courtney and me. We started having sex when we first came here. For us now, it’s like we can go back and enjoy each other again and no one cares.”“Yeah,” I said. “I was wondering about that Indian Rock thing.” “Would you like to see it?” Max offered. “It’s really kinda cool.”“Sure,” I said eagerly. “I could use a walk after that lunch. How far is it?”“Not far.”“You said that when we were driving here.”Max and I headed off into the woods,.