"Yes, I know."Yes, I know. I take it then that you like my tastes." She even sounds like a b-grade movie, he thought. He convinced his eyes to stop exploring her body, to meet her gaze. "Mandy, I LOVE the way you look...it's just that... I guess it's a bit of a shock. At school, you never wear anything more provocative than a tight sweater...do you dress this way every time you go out? Don't you get a lot of flack from your parents?" He realized he was gushing and shut up, coloring slightly. She smiled wryly at him and ticked off her reply on her fingers. "First: I dress the way I dress at school in order to identify with those little idiots who follow me around like puppy dogs. I give them something to look up to, they give me a certain cachet of respectability, helping me to get on the cheerleading team, the school newspaper, the yearbook staff, student council, and so on. That stuff looks great to college scouts, after they finish examining your test scores, of course. |