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This is it, folks. This is the end. This is the last Naked In School story on my To-Do list. I was actually planning a fourth tale about Gavin and Erica (this being the 5th), but I've sort of lost those characters; they're not even in this story anymore. I may put it together as sort of a summary thing—what Nick Scipio calls macro-time—just so that we know more about them, and Stasya and Jeff, who are in this story and are pretty important to it. But it won't really be a story, even if I write it. So, this is it: the last Naked In School story I plan to write. A big huge throbbing turgid thank-you to VWL, who has now helped me figure out Trina for two stories in a row. This story would not exist except for her. Bonus points to whoever first figures out where they've seen Jane's therapist before. (Hint: she's somewhere on this site.) Also, anyone who can tally up even some of Russell Hebbert's corrupted nicknames gets major kudos as far as I'm concerned. And anyone who can name what song Jane's quoting from on Friday also gets points. The Eagle-Eye Readers list: ian, who caught a couple of typos in Wednesday, Stuart for an italics gaffe on Thursday, Bill for a mixed-up pronoun in the Epilogue, and my hero and savior, Rick in Eureka MO, for a comprehensive rundown throughout the whole story. On 7 September 2008, the official Version 2.0 of this story was posted, reflecting name changes, retcons and a little bit of reconstructed characterization. And... That's all. That's it for high school, folks, show's over. Take care. And hold tight for what college brings. |