I have petticoats do go with it, but I really would prefer not to wear them. You try sitting down wearing a dress with petticoats and tell me how much...you like it!It seems that I’ll be wearing the petticoats to school, but I won’t have to wear them for the dance. Thank goodness for small favors. Sometimes I wonder about my friends. If I’m the only female with petticoats under my dress, I am going to be furious.It’s Friday, and I’m (not) in love. I’m steaming mad. I was told that others would be. They were the same shade of brown he remembered, or at least, the parts that weren't covered by the long sleeves of his uniform were.The same skin color. The same hands at the end, with the same ten fingers. Everything looked as Marco remembered, and yet, something about it all felt off.When he reached the school building, he got a glimpse of himself as a thin reflection in the window. Yeah, everything looked right, from his messy dark hair to his light brown eyes to his unbuttoned jacket, his. Betty woke herself up with a start. For all of a sudden, her body told her that this was no longer a dream, someone was actually licking her, down there. Betty's sudden awakening, also had the effect of waking up Hotdog as well. But this did not stop his tongue action. Once awake and discovering what he was licking, he just kept on going. Betty had a predictably opposite reaction. Reaching down she tried to get Hotdog to quit what he was doing."No Hotdog! Bad dog!" She yelled at him. "Now you. I was lucky my automation took over. Mark's car keys had fallen out of his pocket when he fell and I grabbed them and raced out the door. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't particularly scared, I wasn't trembling. My body had chosen flight and it was flying, but on auto-pilot.I clicked the remote and unlocked the drivers door of Mark's Volkswagen Phaeton W12, three open the door, got in, and slammed it shut. I twisted the key in the ignition and heard the huge 6-litre twelve cylinder engine roar to.