She thanked me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek then turned and talked Mick into going home.About 20 minutes later Joan reappeared. She came over...to me and I could tell that she had been crying. “Are you okay?” I asked. “I am now” she said. “He bitched at me the whole way home saying I was a worthless slut for helping you.”“That Asshole. If he had any idea what he has”. Joan looked at me and asked what I meant by that. I told her that I thought she was very cute and that if she had not. “I heard that Michael Jackson is here.” Liz heard another reply.In any other place, the see through mesh top that Liz wore would seem scandalous. But here, it was almost boring. For that, Liz was hopeful.The last several decades had been rather tame, though the 60s had provided a bit of fun. She had discovered that drugs didn’t really affect her like they did to humans, though the free flowing sex had provided some amusement. Legends about this club had spread across the nation and Liz had. "The two looked at each other and agreed. Expulsion was not an option."Good!" Caroline exclaimed as she pulled a paddle from her drawer. "Stand up and bend over." Your kidding!" the boys gasped."You said anything, would you rather I talked to the principle?"The boys shook their heads and leaned over, red faced. She walked around out of sight. "I need to see skin."Reluctantly, the boys unbuckled their uniform pants and slid the back down past their bubble butts. With a loud crack the paddle made. . no harder to believe than Voudun CatholicFelix Sanchez was German, Scotch-Irish, a little bit of Italian and lot of Catalonian Spanish. He was European ... not Mexican. His ancestors fought Mexicans to free Texas. Europeans who lived in Spanish Texas were called Texians or Texicans. Today, a Texican is a second generation Texan. The girls were Texicans ... a Texican father and a Balinese mother. (Although, I'd argue the point ... they weren't RAISED in Texas ... believe me ... RAISED in Texas.