M., and they had all changed into shorts or skirts, and tank top tee shirts by now. This was part of their evening wear. The men had changed to summer...shirts and shorts.It was now the Friday night before the fourth of July holiday.The sun was beginning to set and someone had put on soft music. The young black man was nowhere in sight. It seemed as if he had retired for the evening with his blonde companion.That is when Julie asked for a couple of volunteers to run out for more ice.When David. While some of the girls wore dark blue blazers, they all wore little plaid ties that matched the pattern of their skirts. Sharon's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a giggle behind her. That was when she realized that she had not seen a second button lit on the control panel. She was about to turn and ask what floor the girls were headed for, when one of them reached up and pushed the button for the twenty-third floor. She turned back to the front again, going over, in her head, the stories. We bought a suit that hugged myfigure. The skirt would have been loose on the hips, but the paddingfills it out. Then we have fun. I end up with lingerie, stockings,skirts, dresses.And I buy shoes and boots. All with high heels. I even buy a pair ofextremely high pumps with ankle straps. Sarah calls them CFMPs. ComeFuck Me Pumps. No boy stuff for me.We go to a chain drug store. These days, the big drug stores are abouthalf cosmetics. And under Sarah's guidance I buy lots. All kinds. I will do whatever you tell me to do?.just please don’t expel me and call daddy.? Mr. Fortune leaned back in his chair staring deep into Trisha’s eyes, as if he were analyzing the very thoughts in her brain. ?I don’t know Miss Johnson. For conduct this poor, even severe discipline is insufficient. I just don’t see any alternative but expulsion. Your conduct here is the worse I have seen in the past three years at the Academy. And not only that, Miss Johnson, but I am informed by others.