Without botheringto get dressed or clean anything up, Carl stood and then fell face downon his bed, his naked body rubbing against his sheets as he di... so. Hesighed contentedly and closed his eyes, sleep overtaking himimmediately.---As soon as the final bell chimed, Carl got out of his seat and made ab-line for the exit. It had been an awful, humiliating, stressful day.His first back at school since the change, and only the third day overall. Yesterday, true to her word, his mother had let him. Turner thought for a few moments. "His name is Gordon Smith, and he's even bigger than you are. He's threatened me that if I put up any kind of resistance, he'll beat me or worse," he said, shaking with anger and fear. More anger was apparent, though. My respect for the man jumped another notch.I nodded. "Ok, I'm not worried about how big he is," I responded. "What does he look like?" Big, blonde, and looks a bit like Thor from the movies. He even has the stubble on his face."I got a picture in. Mary'sthere were works crews that tried to keep the streets clear, but in thereserve there were only a couple of men with snow-blowers who clearedpaths through the reserve, mainly to allow the students to get to thebus stops. Another path was made down to the meeting place near theriver, although after each Sunday the hundreds who came to River'sservices widened the path.The river was still open. It told River that it would remain so untilafter her birthday, and then would freeze up. The water. Wearing a green cocktail dress that complemented her basically brown hair, the women looked at it and gasped.In fact, there was an audible drawing-in of breath as they realized the woman’s dress was cut down to her navel in front and beyond the beginning of her cleavage in the rear. The long skirt was slit up to the hip on both sides exposing utterly perfect golden legs whenever she moved. They realized that the only possible thing she could be wearing with it was a thong. Her only jewelry was.