Grudgingly, she dressed thenmade her way down to the lobby, where a lot of other young girls withtheir hair tied back were assembled. Facing them was ... formidable-lookingmiddle-aged woman holding a clipboard and wearing a track suit, a whistleon a cord around her neck. Lucy recognised her from her photo as JaneKraski, the sports mistress. As Sal, Lucy had once opined that all femalesports coaches looked like hard-faced dykes. Not at St. Searle's. No,though more heavily built Miss Kraski bore a. You have to make a promise to mommy first." What promise?" A very important promise. You have to pinky promise me that you willnever tell another person about magic until the day that I say you can." Okay."Lindsay shook her head. "This is very important Zach. You can't tell asingle person about magic. Not your best friend, not a teacher at school,not even a pet. Can you do that for mommy?"Zach thought for a moment but finally nodded. He held out his pinkyfinger to his mom. "I pinky promise that. " Yes, nurse," Alfred responded. Grinning like a satisfied cat, he gracefully allowed her to pass out of the room.After she left, he closed the door again. "Oh, she is interested in you, mate." I like her too," I conceded."She wouldn't have said a word to anyone if you called her bluff." I know." You sure have loosened up around women, Jack. That knock on the head when we crashed has created a new you." You don't know the half of it," I responded. "Now get out of your uniform before the doctor. His voice was high pitched andeffeminate, as he squealed and nuzzled his face against Jeffrey?s body."Mmm... sexy sweaty male..." He said with a touch of bliss in his tone.The huggy femboy was clad in a black shirt for a band called Thrash-Punk,which looked to be far too large for his slender frame. Similarly, a pairof ragged blue jeans would?ve almost certainly fallen away from his hipsin a matter of steps had he not secured them with a brown leather beltpulled down to the last notch. Poking.