Everywhere there was pink and red, hearts and lace and cupids. Then there was me, the one girl in school who refused to look festive, wearing dark col...rs and no make-up, not even really getting into the spirit. Score one for the odd ball.The skies were overcast, but free of rain or snow and there was talk of sunshine this weekend and slightly warmer temperatures, perfect for a dance and, in my case, a road trip.Connor and I kept our discussions to common place things, silently agreeing not to. ”The Lance-Sergeant doesn’t break even a smile or stride. “On the ground or we won’t hesitate to shoot.”“Alright, alright,” Julie says, still smiling. She starts to drop down, followed by Spencer. As her knee touches the ground, her hand goes down in front, letting a knife fly from it. Her other hand follows suit toward the second soldier. Both knives land in the chests of both, dropping them dead before their bodies hit the ground.Spencer gets the drop on the remaining two before they have. Small amounts at first and then more. I stood in only a pair of boxers and checked my legs out in a full length mirror. Blemishes were hidden or less obvious. I then applied it to my arms. She produced a bottle of wine from the fridge and 2 glasses. "Is it too early to start drinking" I thought. "Probably not". She filled the flutes with wine. We sipped whilst looking inside the wardrobe. There was an array of clothes on hangers. Lots of colours and textures. I had my bag with me. It contained. A wave of emotions swept over Fran. This was it! This is what she'dbeen working for! This is what she'd been hoping for. All those nightsworking the tables and putting up with all that pawing and groping andteasing - to just go home at the night's end with nothing more thanpinch mark bruises, sore nipples and damp panties. And even more billsto pay for the next round of hormone shots or collagen injections orwhatever.She'd made it! Tears began gushing out of her eyes. No doubt all.