”“What seat? I was asking for your name.”“What?”“Your name. You surely have one, don’t you?”“Thomas. Ahh. You see ... Tom. Everybody...just calls me Tom. Yeah, Tom.” I was still a bit confused by her presence.“Okay Tom. We’re making progress here, I can feel it. You even managed to remember AND vocalize your name.” She was giggling a little and it was surprisingly cute. It gave her a definite non-threatening quality. She seemed to be almost - well, human. Charming, even. Stop this, I thought.. “What the fuck?”“You sent me that picture!” She looked astonished, confused. I fumbled in my bag, found my phone and opened the offending picture. “This picture. How could you?”Rhonda became very calm. Her demeanour somehow calmed me. “I didn’t send you that picture.”“Well, who the fuck did then?” There was a shout from the bar asking us to ‘keep it down, ladies,’ that was obviously directed at me.“Check the number of the phone that sent it. It won’t be mine. That’s a certainty.” She got her. Sandy stood up when finished and looked around for her clothes. Heather smiled at her and said, "I have your clothes bitch. We are leaving now and I am taking your clothes with me. You will find them at the end of the hall in the boy's bathroom. When you arrive tomorrow at school you are to wear a short skirt a tight button-up blouse and spike heels and nothing else. Do you understand slut?" Sandy nodded and wondered how she was going to get her clothes without being seen. Heather then told. Both women from this interchange are so aroused, both need a release. But, knowing they will have the ultimate cumming together soon, they calm themselves.Les contemplates so many things as she sits naked on her bed. She thinks about what she shared with Cyn so many times. Les sees her reflection in the full mirror in the corner. Memories of Cyn come back so fully. Then Les almost hears Cyn talking to her again. Cyn, telling Les to go on, it is time, and Phoebe is the right person. Les,.