Miss Johansson

          Chapter 6.

          A three-quarter sleeved black ribbed ballet neck tee.

          Relaxed fit jeans.

          Black loafers.

          Pauline Burger, dressed simply while carrying herself elegantly, greeted me warmly and took me in to meet her parents right away. Her father spent a short time talking with me and I sensed he began to like me the more we talked. The reverse seemed to be true with regard to her mother, however. Pauline picked a point in our discussions to announce our tardiness for the party already. That way, we found a chance to leave the Burgers without much difficulty at all.

          I had known Pauline would be dressed well. She always dresses well. It’s her signature, to show composure at all times. A standard setter, she caused me to spend some time considering what I might wear if I’m to escort her to a collegiate party composed of persons expected to be a year or two older than me. Actually, I discussed my anticipated appearance with Mom first, explaining my concerns well enough to her. She picked out my clothes for me. That’s cheating, I know, but that’s what a girl like Pauline can make a guy like me do.

          My navy Lands End jersey, once washed, looked competitive enough to me. My khaki twill trousers, twice washed, contrasted nicely. And my cordovan loafers, oh man, do they ever look neat. Not exactly snobbish but I felt equally dressed as I compared myself with my date. My satisfaction about my attire came from Pauline, however. Her compliments came about silently as soon as we were alone together in Dad’s old car. I could tell her opinion by the look in her eyes, the way they flitted up, down, and all about me. That sensational fuck-me-pucker of her slightly aroused nose explained a bit too much, though. I returned the eye balling compliment, of course, since I couldn’t help doing it.

          Once I had my car on the road in the direction pointed out by Pauline, I asked a question compelled by curiosity. “Tell me about this party upcoming, Pauline.”

          Pauline turned her head toward me to show her arousal already. I could tell it would be a wild party, at least, judging from her leer as she tried to think of a way to tell me about it. She didn’t want to be too direct at first.

          “You know my boyfriend is a couple of years older than me, Brad. That means many of our friends are older than me, too. That’s the case with this party, for sure. When I met the hostess of this party some time back, I introduced her to my boyfriend at their college. She has invited a group of her sorority sisters to visit with her this weekend for this party. She wants me to join her sorority when I get to college so this is a chance for me to meet some of my future sorority sisters - again.”

          “Again? You’ve partied with them before, I gather.”

          “Yes. A couple of times now. The parties are a lot of fun. Our hostess has also invited a number of boys, most of them friends of the girls who will be attending. That’s how I get to bring you along with me since you’re my friend. Of course, I've invited you because my boyfriend can't come home this weekend.

          “Think I’ll fit in with your older crowd?”

          “Brad, you may be the biggest and best hunk attending this party. All the boys there will be envious of you. Nonetheless, you don’t have to worry about fitting in. The girls will make sure you feel welcomed. Of course, if you’d rather, we can go get hamburgers instead.”

          That Pauline didn’t intend for us to go get hamburgers was clear enough but she didn’t explain much about what might be ongoing there at the party, not beyond saying I wouldn’t be having a problem with the girls present. Well, I tend to hang out with the boys at parties, too, yet I wouldn’t be easily accepted by the boys at this party? I wondered why since I’m normally acceptable in my crowd.

          To try another approach, I asked, “How do we get started at the party?”

          “We usually snack and drink until most everyone has arrived. Actually, we’ll be right on time to have a drink... You drink?”

          “Beer on occasions, when I can sneak one.”

          “You’ll have all the beer you want tonight, Brad. Nobody will be carding you. I’d be careful, though, but listen to me. I don’t want to go home with anyone else but you tonight. Please remember that. We might get away from one another in the context of partying but I want to be able to find you again by, say, eleven-thirty.”

          “OK. I’ll be sure to find you come Eleven-Thirty.”

         Well, Pauline was not very forthcoming with her news about the party. I felt as if I might be going in blindfolded given the insight she had provided me so far. How might I better present my concerns to Pauline?

          “What should I hope to learn tonight, Pauline?”

          Pauline broke out in a giggle of import. I sensed I should have known better than to have asked. Certainly, she knew something I didn’t about this party. She eventually said, “You should hope to meet the party chaperone, Brad. She will help you learn whatever you need. That’s what party chaperones do.”

          “A chaperone? A she?”

          “Yeah. All sorority parties must have chaperones. It’s a rule in colleges.”

          “So, I hope to meet the chaperone and wait for you at Eleven-Thirty?”

          “We’ll be seeing one another throughout the evening, Brad. It’s not exactly as if I’ll be abandoning you at this party but we all will be free to move about, to be with others. You’ll meet people you’ll want to be with, I’m sure.”

          “You’ll not be staying with me, Pauline? Why...”

          Aware of her inadequacies in helping me, Pauline seemed to be deliberately vague with me about the party, perhaps as if she might not be certain of whatever herself. She didn’t want to appear to be so lacking in knowledge, possibly, as she blurted something unexpectedly.

          “The chaperone will take a special interest in you, Brad. She’ll want to be sure you have a good time tonight. You don’t have to plan ahead for yourself. She will plan for you tonight and she’ll help you get started. Don’t you worry one bit about a thing.”

          “You’ll introduce me to your chaperone, Pauline?”

          “Of course, Brad! That’s my job tonight! It’s our chaperone, not mine. Relax, you’ll do well enough.”

          I couldn’t miss Pauline’s testiness. I’d pushed her beyond her limits, whatever they might be, by asking simple questions I felt I deserved the answers to. Pauline, becoming increasingly excited as we approached the party site, didn’t want her thoughts to be interrupted, either. Where could her mind be if not on me, her date for the evening? Well, I could afford to be more pushy.

          “Before I forget it, thanks for inviting me, Pauline.”

          “Hmph! I didn’t have a choice! You... Just wait and see, Brad. Then you’ll understand why I should be thanking you for coming with me. Your presence tonight might guarantee my acceptance into the sorority next year.”

          Sorority. Pauline’s interests were for a sorority. Why do I get invited to a sorority’s party? It’s fishing time.

          “How did you learn of the sorority in the first place, Pauline?”

          “Miss Johansson, of course. She’s a member. When girls she knows turn eighteen, she often finds ways to be helpful to them. She introduced me to some of her sorority sisters earlier and that’s how I’ve become involved with these parties. Miss Johansson told me to invite you to this party. Get that picture, will you. What do you call older sorority members?”

          “In the case of Miss Johansson, I call her absolutely gorgeous! Are you saying she might be at this party?”

          “Not tonight, Brad. She tends to work within her age group. Are you fucking her, Brad?”

          “Me? My heaven, Pauline! Why... how...”

          “Miss Johansson insisted I be sure you would come tonight.”

          “Insisted? My God, Pauline!”

          “God won’t help you once you’re in Miss Johansson’s grasp, Brad. I think you’re already there and you don’t know it yet. You’re doomed, Brad.”

          “And she’ll whack me if I don’t learn something tonight?”

          “I’d say it’s a good thing you’re a fast learner.”

          Well, first Miss Johansson uses my shoulder for her own purposes. Then she teases me a lot, then she proposes to be my advisor, then she rescues me, then she pleads my organizational case with Betty Bruns, then she heals my wounds, and now she’s made sure I’ll attend a designer party. Pauline is glad enough to have me but only because Miss Johansson told her to act that way. Pauline is glad to have me come along with her but her mind is only into her party ahead. Pauline’s not into me beyond arranging for my attendance? And all this because Miss Johansson knows I don’t have one single girlfriend of my own? Well, at least I had something to be studying while attending a party of some kind.

          ~

          
          A large house on a lot with substantial acreage within a gated community conveyed a bunch.

          The number of vehicles parked near the house, all of them off the street, said something else while the quality of those cars screamed loads of money. I gathered I wouldn’t be seeing many of my kind inside. Outclassed already, I wondered what more humiliations I might have to suffer before the night might be over. I tried to hide my Dad’s old car but it wasn’t possible. Nobody paid attention to our arrival so my anxieties may have been for naught.

          The party’s hostess met us at the front door. She took my hand in an overly polite manner as Pauline introduced me to her. She welcomed us in an overly warm manner and with a wave toward the crowd assembling within the house, she inferred we should step right in and get it on. Then the hostess turned to her next arriving guests.

          Pauline took my hand and tugged me along with her to a bar nearby. There, I found a cute girl near my age serving as best she could to see that drinks would be available. Pauline and I took a beer apiece and moved on to a place nearby where we could look around while she explained some.

          “The sorority sisters tend to mingle before the party starts. See over there? They are all freshmen or sophomores in college. That’s the age bracket we’re dealing with here. Of course, I’m not yet a member of their sorority and there may be more like me here tonight. Can you tell that I’m not a member by looking at me?”

          I looked to find about nine girls all acting rather strangely in my opinion. They appeared to overdoing everything, from their dress to their make up, to their demeanor. It could be described as a bunch of crazy girls. Yet they all revealed wealth primarily and in general, good looks. I found it easy to be complimentary to my date.

          “Well, Pauline, you’re better looking than most of them...”

          “Brad! I mean... Really, can you tell?”

          “No. You’re not a sore thumb, if that’s what you’re concerned about. You should fit right in with this crowd of girls I see here.”

          “Good! That’s what I’ve hoped you’d say. I’m in competition with all of these girls and they all know how to hustle, let me tell you.”

          “You say they hustle. I say they’re all a bit stuck uppish. What’s going on with them? Why are they putting on so?”

          “You’re talking about them trying to act more grown up, aren’t you, Brad?”

          “I think you’re hitting them on their tackiest points, Pauline. I don’t believe I’d want to get to know any of these girls if they continue to behave as they appear to me now. What kind of a party...”

          “That’s peer pressure you’re seeing, Brad. All those girls have hit a wall as they’ve entered college. They have to measure up to new standards of behavior. Their sorority enforces the standards. They are novices now, all of them trying to measure up. In their measuring, they appear to be rather crude, don’t they?”

          “Crude seems to work for me. I hope they become more polished soon, though. They’re pretty silly right now. Look at them comparing themselves with one another. Their competition must be tough to handle.”

          “I’m told many girls drop out, Brad. Some go crazy trying to handle it. Many girls want no part of what you see. I’m being given a leg up on my competition by being allowed to attend their parties. I can learn to adapt more comfortably, even before I get to college.”

          “Where are the boys?”

          Pauline looked about for a second. She didn’t find whatever she might be looking for. Then she took a few steps away, to glance through a sliding glass doorway onto a patio just outside.

          “Oh. There they are, Brad. They tend to group together before the parties start, as well. What do you think of them?”

          On looking outside myself, I found about fifteen guys huddling in various groupings, all of them involved in idle conversation while each of them kept an eye on a most stunning woman who held a clipboard in her hand as if she might be taking a roll call of attendees. I didn’t recognize any of those guys and that fact surprised me. I expected to find at least one guy I might know, from football hopefully. None of them looked like a football player yet they appeared healthy enough, certainly wealthy enough. They were all posturing, much as the girls I’d seen here, seemingly affected by their own form of peer pressure. They puzzled me.

          Studying the guys more closely for a moment, I sensed a fear among them. Maybe it would prove to be anxiety problems, not fear as such. Then I saw the fawning, the doggie tails swinging wildly, the whining, the cringing, all that in attempts to please this stunning woman with her clipboard in hand. All that fawning went to no avail, for that woman had layers of defense showing clearly. She would not allow them their slavish desire for her favor.

          Then, as that stunning woman stepped forward to confront yet another guy, she found him to be undaunted. This guy didn’t attempt to fawn for her at all. They talked politely for a few moments. Then this stunning woman put her hand on this guy’s forearm for just a moment as she said something to him, apparently of her appreciation, possibly as if she knew he would be different from all the rest. I looked at that guy more carefully. He wasn’t in a huddle and he wasn’t looking for one. Some guy, comparatively.

          ~

          
          She appeared to be so out of place here at this party.

          As that stunning beauty appeared to have completed her roll call, I watched her intently as she stood off to the side of those guys and double checked her list with the number of guys she found there. I saw in her someone akin to Renee Russo, a highly polished, securely developed persona of the grandest kind. Her presence there didn’t make sense to me. I asked.

          “Pauline, who...”

          “That’s our chaperone, Brad. She’s a senior this year. She’s also polished, don’t you think? She’s what all the rest of us want to be like when we’re ready to graduate. Her name is Dawn. I’m supposed to introduce you to her. So, let’s do it, OK?”

          The prospects of being introduced to this Dawn of a woman sure pleased me. I set my beer can on a table edge nearby and followed Pauline outside. Immediately, on descending the steps to the patio, I sensed the open hostility of most every guy around. The pressure of all that hostility caused me to wonder about its source. What in hell could be motivating these guys to feel as they do?

          Well, there wasn’t a guy out there I couldn’t beat in a fair fight, so I didn’t give all their envy much of a regard. I had a mission to perform, to meet my closest comparable Renee Russo look-a-like. As we approached her, she looked back and forth between Pauline and I for a moment before she turned her attention back to her clipboard where she flipped some pages over to find something she knew would be there. Then, as I turned about to make sure my back would not be toward my envious comrades as I would be introduced to her, she put out her hand for Pauline before she spoke.

          “Thank you for coming, Pauline! It’s so good to see you again!”

          “It’s good to see you again, too, Dawn! Allow me to introduce you to Brad Suhr. Brad, this is Dawn Hudson.”

          Dawn turned toward me, looked me straight in the eye, and she put forth her arm to accept my hand shake. Without dropping her eyes from mine, she retained my hand and held it for a time of her choosing. Something unusual happened as she did this, something hard to describe.

          At once, through her hand, I sensed a welcoming of the warmest kind, an acceptance more that a welcoming. Then, as we stood there face-to-face and hand-in-hand, I sensed an unfolding, a peeling away of the layers of her defense much as the layers of an onion might be pushed aside to get to the core. Dawn opened herself up to me in a most incomprehensible way. I felt truly humbled. I didn’t know what to say.

          Beyond me, from amidst the crowd of guys surrounding, I felt their cringing, their rancor, their fright to find me being so warmly accepted by the delicious phantasm still holding my hand. Even the guy who stood out from that crowd bowed his head in admission as he gazed steadily toward me. I couldn’t understand what might be happening. For a moment, I couldn’t seem to hear anything but I saw Dawn drop my hand and turn to Pauline to say something to her. Pauline turned away in eager acceptance and hurried back inside the house while obviously leaving me in Dawn’s care.

          I began to hear again about the time Dawn pulled a pin with a red ball cap from one of the sheets within her clipboard. She pushed that pin through the collar of my Land’s End jersey and instantly, I saw the crowd surrounding turn away from me. That pin meant that I didn’t belong among all those guys. Dawn had set me aside for some reason I didn’t understand. Then Dawn dawned; that is, she spoke to me again.

          “Brad, your yearbook picture doesn’t do you justice!”

          Dawn turned her clipboard around to show me her picture of me. It had been faxed to her, apparently, along with a resume of sorts, a biographical sketch of me, even an assessment of me by someone. Dawn had the book on me, an unimaginable amount of work, and all that because I would be attending a party? Well, I had been set aside at that party. I represented something else, but what?

          I must have looked perplexed. Dawn said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you tonight.”

          Somehow, I didn’t have a doubt that Dawn could do that much for me. I just couldn’t understand why she might want to do so, for me, a fullback?

          ~

          
          As the chaperone, only Dawn could start the party.

          Given a glance at her watch, Dawn waved her hand. All those guys moved at once to go back inside the house. As I followed along behind them, I found the crowd assembling in one room of the house to form a crazed gathering of overly pretentious eager greeters. I saw conversations ongoing of the briefest kind while none of them involved me in any way. I didn’t exist within that crowd. The girls would show an interest in my appearance only to notice my pin and then their attention would go immediately elsewhere.

          That’s when I noticed the pairings, even threesomes, wandering off from the crowd until at last only a handful of lone males had been left behind to wait and to drink together. I looked around to discover Dawn remaining, too, while studying her clipboard as it rested on the bar before her. She detected my gander and waved her hand for me to join her. She seemed to be so pleased to have me there with her. This wasn’t anything like a party I had ever attended before.

          Dawn’s grin of warm acceptance alerted me of her wish for my attention. She had it, instantly. She said, “Before I can begin to take care of you, I must wait for someone else to arrive. It may be a few more minutes. Do you mind waiting?”

          “No! I’m so confused I don’t mind anything!”

          “Oh! Well, let me explain what’s happening here. This party is a part of our sorority developmental agenda. I’m the chaperone for this event tonight. I must evaluate our members, even our potential members on their performance tonight. Frankly, at this age group’s level, the party is at least raucous if not crude. All of the girls are so young yet and they’re just learning how to behave, to perform as they should. You might say we’re suffering through this event.”

          “A developmental agenda? What’s...”

          “We have several agendas for the promotion of our sorority members, Brad. You see, we must prepare our members for their duties when they leave us, when most of us graduate, for example. One of our agendas relates to sexual relations. That’s why we’re here partying tonight, to allow the girls a chance to learn, to experience what they should before they assume higher duties.”

          Well, I could see a lot more pretentiousness coming at me with Dawn’s words. I began to wonder who in hell these girls might think they are. Dawn detected my skepticism, too, and she continued with a grin about her.

          “Look at it this way, Brad. We’ve been around for almost two hundred years as a sorority. We have a history, some experience. Our purpose is to groom our membership for the highest levels of political, social and economic interests. We groom well, too. Some fifteen percent of our membership never graduate because they are so well groomed as to be preselected for marriage into some of the wealthiest families. On the other hand, some twenty-five percent of our membership drop out along the way for various reasons. That leaves sixty percent of us to do the work of developmental agendas. Like me, I’m working tonight, contrary to what all those other girls are doing. And, bye the way, I’m glad to have your help tonight. I’d like to thank you ahead of time for what you can do for us.”

          “What can I do...”

          “Excuse me for a second, Brad. This guy is drinking too much. Let me put a stop to this before it gets out of hand.”

          Dawn’s way of taking care of matters amounted to her grabbing her guy and tugging him down the hallway of the house where she presumably dumped him into some bedroom where he might get a more or less accelerated approach toward his increased happiness. Dawn appeared moments later, a smirk about her, not to mention the signs of arousal she had picked up given whatever she had seen while down that hallway. She came straight back to me.

          Before I could ask my natural question, Dawn flipped her papers on her clipboard to yet another page containing a picture and resume, this one of a young lady I recognized from the news of current events, from the papers and from the television. My surprise was such as to hold me speechless for a moment.

          “Brad, this young lady is from among the fifteen percent of our membership who become preselected. You’ve probably heard of her before now. Her husband, some twenty years older, does most of his business in Washington these days. She has reason to continue with us, that being the case. We find her help and contributions to be worthy of our greatest care, as you might imagine we do. She is why you’re here tonight.”

          “Me?”

          “Um huh. You. You come with the highest of recommendations from someone we trust implicitly. There’s more to the background, however.”

          “Like?”

          “Like this young lady was my freshman during my sophomore year. She and I developed an unusual relationship which she and I continue to carry even today. She and I have a date tonight, this party being our cover. Now, since we have been requested to convey to you the basic concepts of cunnilingus, we have chosen to do so within the context of my date tonight. I assume you have no objection to me training you with my friend’s help tonight.”

          “I didn’t know...”

          “Knowing isn’t a prerequisite, Brad. You’ll learn fast enough. Just keep your eyes open. Now, there’s a way you can help us and I’m led to believe you’ll do it gracefully. You see, both I and my friend here go both ways. I’ve reviewed your case with her and she’s more than willing to allow herself to be used for your educational purposes if you’ll also satisfy her, or at least try to do so. In the interest of my friend, I won’t expect your servicing tonight but maybe you’d consider doing me at another time. I’d be pleased if you would. But, I need to know for certain if you and I, together, can take care of my friend tonight. Will you cooperate with me?”

          “I’m a novice, Dawn...”

          “You’re not just any novice, Brad. You’ll do in a pinch and I’d say my friend is in a hard pinch for you right now. She’s sounded excited on the telephone as we’ve talked of her prospects with you.”

          “With your help, I’ll do my best, Dawn. I don’t know...”

          “You know enough to follow my lead, Brad. I’ll see you through this, OK?”

          “Whew!”

          “Relax, Brad. You’ll find her to be a most decent, easily loved person. She’s absolutely luscious, too. Just wait and you’ll see.”

          How did I get so involved? This is unbelievable! And I still don’t have a single girlfriend. Dawn studied me as if she couldn’t believe me, either. She decided to do something for me then.

          “Come with me, Brad. We can make a tour of the premises. There’s a bunch to see. You’ll never forget seeing some of it.”

          ~

          
          A walk down the hallway of that house amounted to a walk through a zoo, almost.

          I found Pauline, utterly uncomposed, on a bed in the first bedroom with two guys who had her rapt attention while on the floor beside the bed were yet another two couples making do with what might be available. In yet another bedroom I found twin beds, both occupied with hard thrusting young men plugging away with little regard for anyone looking on, their girlfriends equally oblivious.

          At the third bedroom’s door I discovered yet another onlooker like me, a young woman of rather commonplace appearance. She wore glasses which marred her appearance, I thought, but they didn’t prevent her from studying all that might be ongoing about her. I had seen her at the doors to the other rooms but for some reason, she tarried there at the third bedroom longer. She puzzled me, actually. Dawn kept track of her, too, I noticed, but Dawn seemed most interested in letting me have a proper gander of all ongoing. She pushed me on ahead but that other onlooker followed us.

          In the fourth bedroom, I found the guard changing. Spent boys were filing out of the room while four more were arriving as if on schedule. The girls in there never bothered to pull their legs back together. That’s when that commonplace appearing girl touched my hand. It wasn’t anything all that noticeable but I looked more closely at her then. Her body caught my attention quickly for its features were appealing. Luscious breasts, ample, succulent. Small waist, yet her hips swung so gracefully with buns sufficient for a thanksgiving feast. I had a yearning to reach out and grab hold of her most anyplace on her body but that hairdo, ugh! And those Goddamn glasses! Jeesh!

          A fifth bedroom appeared, or what could have been one. The door to that room was closed and locked, I noticed. As I turned back, I found Dawn approaching with her key in hand. She unlocked that door and stood back. Puzzled, I looked at her for a second before that commonplace girl took my hand and led me into the fifth bedroom. Dawn locked the door behind us, leaving me alone with my stranger. She removed her wig, first thing. Then her glasses. I understood the subterfuge then. I knew who she would be, without question. She grinned as she looked up at me to ask, “You’re the fellow who knows how to get organized, aren’t you?”

          I’d been vetted well, apparently. Bitsy Austin is her maiden name. She took my hand in hers and a melody began, one leading to a friendship without sex at first. We talked and we found we could do that much enjoyably. I recounted my tale, the one I’d given Miss Johansson in jest, much to Bitsy’s amusement. Then Bitsy got serious about me and my body. She sat in my lap, straddling my thighs, while she explored every facet of my upper body features while she slipped my clothes away. I did much the same with her, pretty much as she led me to do it. Her lips captivated me, made me want to suck on them forever.

          Then the quick shucking of the remainder of our clothes as we assaulted the bed together to lock ourselves in the tightest of embraces for a time. Then the uncoupling necessary to rejoin, to recouple, to get myself penetrated to her depths. I fucked her as hard as I could and she loved every minute of it. Afterwards, we remained close there on the bed, waiting, recovering, with hopes for yet another go. Then she put herself on top to take command of our setting. She performed masterfully, too, while revealing her delight for humbling me so.

          Dawn came back to our bedroom, locking the door behind her. Bitsy fell calm then as did I. Dawn’s presence signaled yet another venue, a far more intense one. I sensed that intensity building gradually but definitely as Dawn removed her clothes in deliberate fashion while Bitsy studied Dawn’s form. While I held Bitsy’s hand still, I felt her tremulous nature as Dawn approached the bed in her panty alone. When Dawn stopped at the side of the bed to look into Bitsy’s eyes, I understood a far deeper relationship existed between them than I had expected. There were tears in Dawn’s eyes and running down her cheeks. A glance at Bitsy let me know of her similar involvement. Their approach in that manner meant much to the both of them. I could see the bumps running along their arms and up their necks. Finally, Dawn ascended upon the bed and Bitsy took her in. Their scene became rapturous. I served as their witness, stunned to quietness.

          I’d never contemplated such a scene in my life. It was beautiful, sensual, aggressively presented, profound, deep, and limited to the two of them. Finally, they rested together, content with having made their expressions known one to the other again. That’s when they both turned to me, at first apologetic, then appreciative to the extent that Bitsy insisted I use my stiffest prod to try satisfying Dawn. With their encouragement, I believe I did a pretty good job for Dawn. At least, it took her some moments to recollect where she might be and what her mission might amount to for the evening.

          That’s when my lessons began in the basics of cunnilingus. Bitsy willingly served as my model while Dawn delivered Bitsy into another form of rapture a couple of times. I got a chance to use my fingers and tongue on Bitsy, too, but they insisted I would require further education. One night’s instruction would hardly do. My future became their concern and we discussed it at length. What I learned was a matter of Bitsy’s desire for a longer termed relationship with me and Dawn. They each assured me of my further education if I would continue to be cooperative. To my surprise, they understood my status as a high school student and accepted that much, agreeing to work around the issues involved.

          Around Eleven-Thirty, I collected a beaten Pauline and took her home. She grinned all the way, recounting her tricks for the night, twelve in all. She asked about my night but got lost in her memories as I tried to explain nothing while making it sound like something. That gave me reason to worry about what Miss Johansson might want to talk about come my free period on Monday. Then I guessed Miss Johansson had known all along about Bitsy. Miss Johansson. Oh my! What will she have me doing next?”

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