Even if dressing is a little outr?, I could show lots of stuffthat I had done that proved my judgment was perfectly fine. But all of thatwas beside th... point. I just couldn't let her change me any more.Christmas had been horrible. I was back at the Mall as Santa's mostfabulous helper. Remember Loretta Young, the actress, who had a TV show inthe Fifties. She would swirl in through the doorway, full skirts billowing.They dressed me in a red taffeta dress, very full with stiff petticoatsholding. They snapped together and you could adjust the length of the belt to make it fit on you.Not long after I remember having a recurring dream. A nightmare really. Where we were driving on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and our car was suddenly sinking in the water. I had the new seatbelt on and it would not snap open no matter how much I tried.I knew it was a dream since the bridge in question was hundreds of miles south of us at this time. It was still scary. I know none of us used those contraptions. "Just move your hands so your knuckles are against the underside of my wrist and then slide your fingers over my palm until you feel the moisture between my fingers."I bent my hands away from their furry mounds and both girls filled my hands with theirs, curling their fingers in the same crescent shape as mine."Who do you think is wettest?" I think I might be," offered Rosalee."I think it could be close. How would you both like to be wetter still?" I don't think that is possible," replied. "She nodded. "What are you going to do?"I smiled. "I'm going to get her out of that scene and make sure she's afull-time student and nothing more. Then I'm going to work at the bar andmake videos. I'm more suited for it than she is. She's just a nice girldoing what she needed to do to stay in school. I'm a slut."I nodded and walked away. I found Sue at her dorm and asked her to go fora walk with me. I told her the entire story. "So, you're not making anymore videos. You're going to study.