I told her the name. It turns out Arnold had gone to that school too. They smoked the cigarette until it was almost about to burn their fingers. Sh... crushed it out in a crystal ashtray on the table in front of the couch. She turned to me and released the smoke from her body right onto my face. It was really kind of sexy. She stretched languidly and asked, "So what is your name Busboy?" I was lost in watching her body move, and my head was a bit fuzzy. After a period of time impossible to. "Hi Tsuki," said Sophie. "I hate doing this to you, but it's kind of an emergency. Can I crash at your place tonight?" She grinned, showing white, perfectly straight teeth."Um..." Tsuki started, faltering almost as soon as she tried."Great! Thanks." Sophie adjusted the bag hanging from her shoulder and pushed past the much shorter girl. Sophie looked around. She wrinkled her nose.Tsuki's apartment was exactly what she expected. It was small, bland, and crammed with books on every available hard. It was coming as fast as her pitter-pattering heartbeat. Suddenly, Bachmeier rose and strolled nonchalantly behind her captive, still without a word. Alice felt herself tense nervously as the woman touched her blonde hair softly, unfastening it from high upon her head and allowing it to cascade down onto her naked shoulders. Then she was back in front of Alice, leaning forward to lift her chin with the crook of her finger. Her dark eyes stared arrogantly into Alice’s from just a few. To listen to him talk, though, you'd think he was on the road for weeks at a time. You'd also think he was still in Oklahoma to hear to country twang to his voice.Mom, on the other hand could probably fit into her high school cheerleader's costume, if she'd ever gone along with that nonsense. Her opinion of cheerleaders was that they were too stupid to get good grades or stay off their backs. She didn't have any accent you could notice, though what I called a countryism would sneak into her.