I spent most of my timedistracted, uncomfortable and waiting impatiently for when I could beStacie again. It quickly began to feel like Stacie was th... real me andSteve was an act I put on to go to school.I alienated myself from the few friends I'd made, deliberately avoidingand ignoring them. How could I meet them out of school or have themround the house where they'd see me as Stacie? I spent a lot of timelooking at the girls at school, but it was no longer out of any realattraction to. I gave them my phone number and told them to call me Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning and I’d make some time for them or to come see me at lunch the following week.There were a few guys that were asking about how to help people at parties if they saw them. Those, I answered candidly. “If they’re with someone and you’re not sure they’re helping her or helping themselves, I think my strategy would be to talk to the nearest girl or group of girls and go approach her as a group. Talk to her to. Let me just call her Jenni.Jenni was in her mid 40’s. She was one of those professional women in skirts and suits, trying to hide their vulnerability in a bitchy demeanor. But I was able to see through the façade. I could see the real Jenifer, desperately wanting someone to put her in her place.She is someone I would call a brat, an older version of a brat. I smiled at the near future that I had planned for her, my sweet slut Jenny. I smirked as the thought occupied my mind, the bossy principle. The school board was going to have a fit.At 1000 all the caskets were in place with the services standing guard. The hundreds of JBG security who had flown in were also standing around the inside of the building.The families were seated close to the coffins and all the normal things that took place at a funeral, did.There were several unexpected visitors; the Vice President, Troy, and all the members of the task force, General Ingram and the rest of the Joint Chiefs, along with Ben-David and.