Her gaydar had just gone off, and she’d known that the blonde girl in the red dress who looked so sharp and professional and Barbie-doll straight wa... really a dyke just like her. And that was awesome. Because she loved women’s bodies, loved to service women like the slutslave she was, wanted to make them gasp and moan in pleasure as she obeyed commands. She’d asked the girl her name, and she’d said…she’d said… ‘Misty’? No, that wasn’t it. She couldn’t lose this one, it was too important, come. At least it seemed that way to her. Scalp wounds bleed even when they aren’t that serious, she told herself, but when she parted his hair so she could see better, she knew the wound was far from being a minor one.With shaking hands, she tried to hold an eyelid open while she blocked the light for a second before moving her hand out of the way. She repeated the procedure several times, but no matter how many times she did it, his eyes were not equally responsive to the light. The pupil in his. I did manage to fluff the cue for the third verse of ‘Cold Hearted Woman’; I guess because I was still accustomed to it being an instrumental, I completely forgot after the middle instrumental break that I had to sing the third verse ... at least I managed to pick it up on the second line, and I doubt if anyone in the audience would have even noticed.After the show finished, it was back to our rooms; we would load up the truck and bus first thing in the morning, as we weren’t going all that. Anyway, he doubted it was big enough to give him a day off school. Hitthe bathroom, hit the shower, dry off, deodorant, back to bedroom, findand put on school uniform. The uniform always irritated him. Not in aphysical sense...just in a "why do I have to wear this crap?" sense.He went downstairs, called out, "Morning," to his Mum. Radio on to begreeted by the voice of Chris Evans as per usual, fix up cereal andjuice...look at the paper...18th June 1996...the front page didn'tusually interest.