”“I take it from you clicking around you have something else to read to me?”“I do. This is Michelle and me, in February of 1992.”“It’s a...out respect,” I said.“But you don’t respect yourself, or those girls you’re with so casually.”“You know, I think that’s the first truly judgmental thing you’ve said to me. Usually you phrase it as a question.”“I suppose I’m feeling more comfortable with you. Comfortable enough to challenge you.”“Because you think my core beliefs are harmful?” I asked.“Yes.. Six young women, dressed in long gowns of black silk, followed the acolytes. Their faces were hidden by black veils which hung from circlets of black silk flowers. They carried an open casket lined with pleated white satin. Within it lay a young woman dressed in a bridal gown. Long golden hair much like her own was draped over her shoulders and spread across the satin pillow. Her face was hidden by a white veil. A bouquet of white lilies and fragrant lilacs rested in her arms.The black gowned. They roamed over her own shapely legs, her round hips, her small waist, and her perky little b-cup breasts. She was short, standing at only 53, and had long curly blonde hair. She knew she looked good in her school uniform, which she had had tailored to show her curves in the most flattering ways possible. Ashley licked her lips. She looked hot! As she stared at her reflection, she heard the second bell go. Fuck!, she though, Mr. S is going to kill me! Mr. S was Ashleys math teacher. He was. There weremany students out there, and a few teachers, enjoying their lunches andtalking amongst themselves. Gavin went toward a far corner of thecourtyard, to a table almost nobody ever used behind a tree. It was soisolated, Gavin didn't think anyone else knew it was back there; he hadhad to clean it himself a few times. He didn't have anyone to sit with,but that was okay. He could while away the entire hour just eating anddoing his math homework. Although it might seem boring, Gavin was.