Hmmp Trish thought another college k** expecting the world on a silver plate. Trish finally stopped her appraisal of the girl and went back to reading...her magazine. For a second it looked as if the girl was going to ask a question of her but thought better of it and wandered off into the store. Trish had finished her article and the next before she realized the college brat had never left the store. Being a Sunday it was not uncommon for the store to be slow, but it was weird the girl had not. Somehow, Wendy came out looking like a Latina, even though she’s got some African blood within her. Genetics are a weird thing, eh? When I first met Wendy Parker, I thought she was Mexican or Brazilian or something but the tall, bronzed cutie proudly told me that she was mixed-race. I liked her, but in those days, I was painfully shy around the ladies. Wendy liked me, I think, but I waited too long and she ended up with this guy named Steve, and I married Mary Anne. I smiled at Wendy as she. And you will get in a lot of trouble here if you spread such rumours." Does that mean you are not going to report her actions? Isn't that illegal?" Nonsense, girl. There is nothing to report. Except your assault on a teacher." My assault? She was the one who assaulted ME!" That is enough! You are here because of your criminal activities. If you think you can get out of this by attacking a teacher and making preposterous charges against her, you are very much mistaken. If you repeat your. She was the one that taught me how to airbrush and is very good and very fast. We decided that we would reveal one at a time to give everyone a chance to get a good look. I was first, so I finally dropped my robe and the ladies oohed and awed over my alien look. Next was Babs and as she revealed herself, I heard several of them growl and purr at her. Next was Nick, Suzette’s husband who stood 6’4”. I was amazed at the job Babs did on him. His torso was a campfire with the sticks from the fire.