"I'm here..." - Lyna was looking behind the curtain in her fitting room, "...can you get me this blouse but size M, this one is to large for me...they...are just there.." - she pointed her finger..."Sure, no problem..."Found that blouse in size M...returning to give this blouse to her.."Here you go..." reaching my hand when suddenly curtain kinda opened up and revealed a bit more than it should...her boobs flashed me, she was without bra...damn, she has big rings around nipples...turned around. She'd left Will back in Granger, to mind the shop while she came to Wichita for the competition. What she'd seen and heard had made her very glad he wasn't there.The six judges were sitting at the table. No chair had been provided for her, so she just stood at the end of the table nearest her. She had no idea why she had been called here, but she was sure it couldn't be a good sign."You're the photographer?" That was Monica and she sounded surprised."Yes," said Christy. She didn't trust her. She saw Carole in the distance, and they waved at each other. Then as she turned the corner on to Hancock, she saw a familiar figure in blue jeans and a dirty shirt, lounging against the concrete abutment surrounding the campus. Her heart almost stopped, but she continued walking, biting her lips in fear."Hi, Suzanne," said Donald, his young face breaking into a broad smile. "You okay today?" Yes, but no thanks to you," she snapped, walking past him. He fell into step with her, and she glared. He wanted to be exclusive with Cynthia. They both talked about connection its blessings, responsibilities and problems. Cynthia asked how she could get connected.Tom pulled out the little bottle and the PDA. Tom said that was so Mary We could be there too. Tom explained about the "Accident" and how every one connected needed to experience fifteen seconds of the pain the accident caused. He also explained why the group all felt that was a necessary part of the connection process. Cynthia took.