Two minutes to spend on weakness not too much to ask at times like this. Pull out Body’s wallet. Body needs name. Culprits, crooks, criminals, crank...eads, call girls… all get pet names. Each gets nickname. Seperates me from them. Takes familiarity, humanity, out of equation. Easier to drop Whorehopper off overpass than Paul Jenkins. Easier to break Dope-Pusher’s neck than John Smith’s. Body’s name is Thomas Coffee. Sixteen years old. Blue eyes. Black hair. Driver’s license expires two days. I would have had a real rush if you hadn't done it. If I can do anything for you then please let me know.”Joyce answered, "No problem. I am having a coffee morning next Tuesday would you like to come? If you come there will be six of us. Both the coffee and the sex are wonderful. I will give you a call later and explain it all to you.”Joyce then gave Mags a hug and a kiss on the cheek while her right hand squeezed Mag’s left tit, her nipple became instantly hard. Joyce then got into her car and. "A party? Some sort of debutante ball?" I indulged that possibility with a soft laugh.My friend Heather merely smiled, which suggested to me that she didn't properly know herself who had sent me the note or why."The Sable Society." I sighed at that bit of useless information. I'd never heard of such a thing, but being in my first year at the Buchanan Finishing School I knew very little about anything.Heather was in her second year. She would graduate the following spring and be presented. And me feetencased in a pair of three inch cork sling back wedges. I carried mybooks in front of me, held firm against my young budding breasts."You must be Dina," the bus driver asks me as I get onto the bus withGrace leading us toward empty seats."Yes," I answer with a smile. We pass several other kids of various agesand Grace begins introducing me to everyone."I just love your skirt," one girl says. "I wish my Mom would let mewear heels like that," another comments. "You're so lucky Dina..