It had never been worn, and was one of the more sensual things that Amber had encouraged me to buy. My legs were tan enough and I hated pantyhose, so ... went bare-legged. I shifted the essentials from my purse to a clutch bag and I was ready. Oh, and footies for my shoes. Can't dance barefoot on a wooden floor, ya know.We went to Foster's, a supper club with a band out on the west-bound highway. Kim drove her car, and we had a great time. I could dance slow ones easily, and Kim coached me. Next day a big carton of unsold copies of Harry’s least popular book, The Bumbling Detective Goes Undercover in Drag arrived from the publishers’ Sydney office, with a note from Customs that they had inspected the enclosed cake for contraband, and apologized for forwarding it to Harry as two bags of crumbs. The package, dispatched as First Class airfreight must have cost the publishers a fortune, thought Harry, most impressed. He hadn’t known they cared. Harry gave copies of the book to the. Ella knew that the proper way to attract attention without standing out was to be a blonde girl with tight black leggings and a white belly shirt. Dress like everyone else but let your ass set you apart.“A few years ago,” Aisha continued once she found the right words, “before my time, the school implemented harsh no-touching rules between girls and boys. They had the long list of no-nos carved on a metal plaque and bolted to a stone at the entrance —you’ve probably seen it. But they missed an. We walked out into the hallway and I pointed out the bathroom outside of her door. I explained to her that it was the guest bathroom and that she could use my bathroom so that the guest bathroom would always be clean for company. Across the hallway was another bedroom that was filled with boxes. There were a few of Naomi's things in here that none of the girls had wanted but that I was not ready to give to Goodwill yet. Mostly the items were storage stuff that every home has no real use for.