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When you wake from your Hypnosis sleep, you will be in your new place and you will be able to speak with a girls voice. Underneath it all you are of course still you, that means you will be stronger, more enduring smarter and better educated than your class mates. You carry all your experience, but we feel that it might be good if you take up some ballet, aerobics or gymnastics, it will help you learning to move naturally more girlish and show you the limits of a girls body.”

“Of course I do as you ask, but this is still a disguise. I am never going to be as flexible and agile as a 16 year old.”

“The Hormones we give you affect everything, you are turning into a woman,bones, muscles,tendons and all.”

Another one of the Queens said. “Now sleep.”

I felt myself getting drowsy and everything went blank.



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I woke in a satin and lace four post bed, in a bright pastel colored room where pinks and whites prevailed over baby blues and yellows.

The bed had flowery, lace bordered curtains and so the pillows and covers. There was a window with frilly curtains, soft white carpet wall to wall. A white vanity dresser, next to a matching chest of drawers. A walk in closet door stood half open.

There was a white wicker arm chair with a huge teddy bear. A Work desk by the window with an Alien wear computer. Shelves held girlish knick knacks, one with a collection of toy and model horses, another held sports trophies and there was a glass display with a rhine stone stetson, a rhine stone covered holster, lasso and 2 chromed peace makers. A tailors form wearing a dreamy lace dress and a large brimmed feather decorated hat.

I lifted the covers and looked down myself. I wore a pinkish satin padjama with short shimmering knickers and spaghetti strap matching top, that covered two perky butting breasts, still very nice but much smaller than the ones I had on my previous silicone skin.

I had long lissomy, toned looking legs and tomy delight, pedicured toe nails.

It knocked at the door.

<p lang="en-US">I pulled the cover back up to my chin and said. “Come in.”

<p lang="en-US">My voice did sound completl different and it sounded wonderful female,without making an effort to disguise my voice at all.

<p lang="en-US">A black woman, that looked very much like a darker version of Beyonce, wearing a black dress and white apron stepped in; followed by a quite stunning looking, older hispanic woman wearing a gray business suit.

<p lang="en-US">The hispanic woman spoke first. “I am Maria Alvarez and that is Rhea Brown. No need to be alarmed, we are fully aware of your situation, have been instructed by the Society and your mother.

<p lang="en-US">You can confine in us, gives us chores and instructions and we will do our best to comply.

<p lang="en-US">Think of us like Yvonne and Sir Charles. Rhea will take Yvonne's place as your servant and maid and I am the CEO of RAV Holding Corporation. Which is of course a Subsidary of Raven Industries and TriCorp. These are your American based international core companies. I am sure you understand that due to cartel, tax and monopole laws, but they are all part of your empire.”

<p lang="en-US">“Nice to meet you, then.”

<p lang="en-US">The black woman said. “We know you are not overly fond of blacks, but I was chosen to serve you for policitcal correctness reasons. But I assure you I will serve you.

<p lang="en-US">Your local household has only been established about a month ago. The house has just been remodelled.”

<p lang="en-US">Maria said. “To the world I am your legal guardian, appointed by your mother. It was decided that you are a younger daughter of that Texan husband and a younger sister of Vanessa. So you are technically your own sister. It is a real identity you can assume even after this challenge. So you have a legal and real existing identity of a sixteen year old, Your name is Fiona Ravencroft, but since you are the daughter of such a rich and influential person. You will carry the name of your dead texan father and go by the name of Fiona Rockford.

<p lang="en-US">If someone needs to know, your family as business in town,this is why you moved from New York to Birmingham. You come from a very exclusive private School, and all details of that school are part of the hypnotic instructions you received.

<p lang="en-US">Today is Saturday and on Monday will be your first School day at the Birmingham High. It is a public school that has a unique mix of rich and poor. You are going to a Senior class there. The school is informed.”

<p lang="en-US">“I understand.” “So for now you true identity is not known, and you are just a rich kid from out f town. All the rest and how you play it is up to you.”

<p lang="en-US">I kept the cover pulled up and said.”I guess I play that by ear, till I know what my mission is and have a direction.”

<p lang="en-US">“It is your show and it will be at least one year, so you have the experience as a School girl. As for your Tatjana you will have the holidays to see her.”

<p lang="en-US">Again the black woman spoke. “We are really your servants. There are others of course: A cook, gardeners, a house man,a chaufeur four mates and four security men. The estate extends into a an estate farm with forests and agriculture with stables, a large staff. Dark Shadow is on his way and will be availabel for you to ride in a few days.

<p lang="en-US">You are sixteen and legal to drive yourself. Your mother was very specific as what you like and there is a Lamborghini Vento, Maybach, Cadillac Escalade, Hummer and a Mercedes G type. There is a Harley Fatboy, an Orange County custom bike, the Barbie, an Egli Kawa, Dirt Bike. If you like anything else,let us know.

<p lang="en-US">Maria smiled and said. “Well I am off to my daily business. You have a Cell phone and your hidden ear buds, if you need anything call.”

<p lang="en-US">The business woman left and the black woman said. “You might as well get out of bed. Your new silicone body suit is seamless and can only be taken off by cutting it off. You can bathe and shower with it. It is a new special material that lets your skin breathe and you should be able to wear it for weeks on end without discompfort.”

<p lang="en-US">I nodded. And swung my feet out of bed.

<p lang="en-US">“Let me show you the bathroom and a few things so you can get situated for the morning. After you are dressed, you can have breakfast and if you want I show you the house. Today and tomorrow is for you to get situated and find your bearings.” She smiled, “These are mere suggestions of course. If you like you can sleep in some more as well.”

<p lang="en-US">“No I am all awake now and want to get started.”

<p lang="en-US">She smiled. “Well then let me get started with your room and your bed and a bit about your security. We know you can take care of yourself, but you are pretending to be the daughter of very rich origins and actually you are the daughter of the richest woman in the world. The richest kid since Richie Rich. You are also a dead gorgeous, utmost beautiful teenage girl. There are plenty of predators out there who get more than just a stiff pecker seeing you. The possibilities of rape and abduction are very real. You are also a Ravencroft and from what she told us about your style, you are bound to make yourself a few enemies.”

<p lang="en-US">I simply nodded.

<p lang="en-US">“You have a concealed carry permit for that reason. It is a federal licence and you can carry in all fifty states.

<p lang="en-US">Your communication ear plug is inside your mask and complete invisible, tapping your ear will activate it and also deactivate it. With it you can reach Maria, Yvonne, Sir Charles and me of course. You can also make a phone call to anyone including police, all you have to do is say the name of the person or contact. Tapping the ear three times activates and deactivates a GPS locator and you can be found anywhere on this planet. But you know about these features of your ear piece already.” “I didn't know about the GPS and phone function.”

<p lang="en-US">She nodded and continued. “The house is a fortress and your gardeners, the chauffeur and the security men are all former special forces members of the best organizations. We have the finest security systems. As with the men of your mother, they will be available to you to do any clandestine operation as well. No moral limits.

<p lang="en-US">But just in case if you are threatened here, you can twist that bar of your beds head board and the entire bed slides into a safe room.

<p lang="en-US">The Teddy bear is actually a robot with hidden weapons and can be activated by you only.”

<p lang="en-US">She pressed aher hand on a flower on the wall paper and part of the wall moved away to reveal a small arsenal of hand guns, rifles, shotguns and even an M 60. There were swords ,knifes and other weapons as well.

<p lang="en-US">“The flower contact will only work for authorized persons, which of course you are. If in doubt shoot and kill, we sort the legalites later.”

<p lang="en-US">She then waved me to the walk in closet. “It was filled with teenage girl clothing, shoes, boots and accessories. “We arranged for a basic selection. Your mother was very good in telling you what you might like, but it is only a basic selection of course. If there is anything you like, want or missing let me know. We subscribe to all important fashion magazines if you see something ,mark it make a note or tell me and I make sure you will get it as soon as possible.”

<p lang="en-US">The walk in closet was a complete seperate room, with white shelves and clothing racks, with floor length mirrors, deep red upholstered stools and vanity dressers. She pushed against drawers and they came sliding out revealing watches, jewelry, sun glasses, gloves, others held kerchiefs. A conveyor shelf slowly turned filled with hundreds of pairs of shoes, boots, heels and sneakers.

<p lang="en-US">The racks held dresses, skirts and trousers. There were sweaters, blouses, t shirts,jeans and a whole section of lingerie, night gowns. Some of the bras and things were utterly cute and girlish, but there was also black lace and leather.

<p lang="en-US">She pointed at a mirror and said.”This section opens only for you or me.” She pressed her hand against the mirror and it moved to the side revealing a second walk in, with masks, wigs, leather, latex and very risque fashion. “There is dominatrix and latex fetish wear, silicone masks of different characters and there is a selection of male clothing just if you do so desire..”

<p lang="en-US">She took a silicone mask of a shelf. It was the face of a black girl with big lips, wide nose and an attached wig with hundreds of braids. “If you ever want to know how it is to be black, there is a suit that comes with that mask.”

<p lang="en-US">“I might try that.”

<p lang="en-US">“Should you do I teach how black girls act and talk.”

<p lang="en-US">We went back into my bed room .”Girls decorate their rooms with mementos, posters and such. Since we did not know your exact likes, we leave that part up to you.” “I like posters of John Wayne, Chuck Norris, Texa Rangers, Texas Longhorns, a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader outfit, Pom Poms, a picture of Farrah Fawcett, Houston Oilers memorabilia. Some Swiss post cards and maybe a cow bell, a Dirndl. Since I was supposed to be in a boarding school there. Maybe a few New York Memorabilia, but only a few.

<p lang="en-US">I like some country music memorabilia and a picture of Stonewall Jackson over my bed.”

<p lang="en-US">She nodded smiling and said. “I made note of it all and task a Prop master with these requests.”

<p lang="en-US">She then showed me the bath room, a dreamy affair with huge tub, rain shower, sinks and a japanese toilet. There were mirrors, fluffy towel pyramids, neat glass shelves revealing lotions, shampoos,perfumes and cosmetica.

<p lang="en-US">“The Villa has other bed rooms of course and also a more adult themed master bedroom. You can of course sleep where ever you chose and decide to use the girls room only as an extension of your character.” “No I think I want to experience as much as I can and use the room.” She helped me in a peachy satin robe and showed me the rest of the house.

<p lang="en-US">There was a inside and outside pool, play room ,home cinema, salons, a kitchen, library and dozens of other rooms. A well stocked basement, complete with a hidden but modern dungeon, holding cells and a dominatrix studio. “Just in case you need to capture and torture anyone.”

<p lang="en-US">The Garage held an assortment of cars including a Bugatti Vento, two Lamborghinis, Rolls Wraith, two big Mercedes, a Maybach, a Porsche ,a Hummer and a G type Mercedes.

<p lang="en-US">She asked. “As you see your garage has plenty of room for other vehicles. Anything we missed ot you like let me know and we get it.”

<p lang="en-US">“I like a Koenigs Egg and a SS20 Muscle car. I also don't want to arrive in any of these during the fist days. I miss trucks, and like to get a Dodge Hemi truck, the biggest they have, a Suburban with lift kit and ranch set. I also like to get a F550 with Turbine.” I have the requested cars here as soon as possible and yes there is a dealership.”

<p lang="en-US">Oh and a new Cadillac STS the Vanquard.”

<p lang="en-US">“Noted.” She held a little Pad and made notes.” The F550 will take a while.” “I just think I should have something expensive but less super expensive for the first days.” “We could send someone to the City and see what the local dealers have available. Unless you want to buy something yourself.”

<p lang="en-US">“I like that.”

<p lang="en-US">“I have a list of dealers compiled.”

<p lang="en-US">She looked at me.”Now if you want to get dressed, I make you breakfast.”

<p lang="en-US">“I think I skip breakfast.”

<p lang="en-US">“Nonsense you are a sixteen year old, active and growing, you need to eat.” “I only pretend to be, and now I have to make sure I can wear size six.”

<p lang="en-US">“You won't gain a gram of fat,I promisse.The special hormone mix you got turns your metabolism into a calorie burning machine. Because you are tall, you need size eight and that is perfectly alright. The hormones changing you. Those legs and that neck aren't magic.”

<p lang="en-US">“I noticed.” “Remember you don't need that suit once you reach the final stage of your transformation.You need to eat, so what's for breakfast?”

<p lang="en-US">“Well I am hungry kind off,so how about a real texas breakfast?” “What comes with it?” “Steak, three eggs over easy, hashbrowns, ranch dressing, Texas toast, sourdough, Bisquits and Gravy, lots of coffee and Orange Juice.”

<p lang="en-US">She smiled. “Now you're talking. You want that Tropicana kind and not fresh squezzed, right?” “If possible.” “Your mother made us stock Cherry Drink, Tropicana the no pulp kind, Prodomo Coffee, Camel Cigarettes and Kurmark. There is Single Malt. Lipton Ice Tea and Minute Maid Lime juice. We didn't forget anything?” I smiled .”Mother knows me very well. If there is Tapatio Hotsauce and A1 Steak sauce, French's Mustard I am happy.” “It will be.”

<p lang="en-US">“Where do you want to take your breakfast? Winter garden, terrace, your room. Breakfast room?”

<p lang="en-US">I sighed.”I wish there was a study.” She snapped her finger. “of course there is, your mother said this is what you require. Let me show you.”

<p lang="en-US">The Study was a bright room with a big glass desk, Computer, book shelves, a globe ,a few framed movie posters, a Panaflex Camera on a tripod, Shelves with cameras, Microphones, Gadgets, Toys, Star Trek memorabilia.

<p lang="en-US">Neat rows of comic book collection boxes, sorted by titles and years, Comic Book Super Hero memorabilia. Behind the desk a glass and wood gun case with rifles, and neatly displayed handguns.

<p lang="en-US">I sighed happily. “Yes that is satisfactory.”

<p lang="en-US">“You could get dressed and I have breakfast served here in an hour.”

<p lang="en-US">I wen tback tomy room and looked outside. It was October but the day looked like a cold November day.So I decided on tight boot cut, low rise jeans, a pink angora turtle neck sweater.

<p lang="en-US">While I dressed I saw my own reflection in the mirrors and almost fell in love with myself. There in the mirror was a truly angelic girl, with Tatti like long blonde thick and shimmering hair. She had big blue grey eyes, long lashes. Beautiful prefectly shaped lips with an ever so slightly bigger lower lip. She had this unexplainable hint of utter arrogance, an arrogance that came from the knowledge that she was stunningly beautiful. The society had really done a great job wit this mask. I could barely feel it. The Nose fine with tiny nostrils and ever so slightly turned upward. I wondered how my own nose fit underneath that fine tiny girls nose. I felt no squishing, no discompfort. I only felt the mask when I really stretched my mouth and felt where the false lips were glued to mine and a few unnatural wrinkles appeared around my chin and mouth.. The silicone mask appeared to translate my facial expressions and I could see no lines.

<p lang="en-US">My false skin had an almost translucent shine of a perfect, flawless complexion, that was only perhaps one shade darker than a blonde like me would have naturally. It was a true delight to brush that thick shimmering hair. I decided for a black velvet hair band.

<p lang="en-US">I put on a fine Pattek Phillipe watch on my wrist and a diamond bracelet on the other. A wide leather belt rested on my nice hips As I put on mascara and a little eye liner and then a fresh sweater matching soft pink lip gloss. I almost lost the catheter that connected my hidden dick with my artifical vagina of the excitement I felt, looking that way,

<p lang="en-US">I tried to calm down, put a good helping on Sunflowers perfume on my wrists and behind my ears.

<p lang="en-US">I hoped for spring and fluttery girly dresses, flowery skirts and skimpy tops.

<p lang="en-US">As I returned to the study, Rhea said. “You took your sweet time, Hon, but I have to say you are the closest thing on this world to an angel.”

<p lang="en-US">“Well I know someone who fits that description even better, but I would lie if I don't feel like I look.”

<p lang="en-US">I had breakfast and just as I had reached the point of coffee and cigarettes, Maria entered the study.

<p lang="en-US">“You do look incredible Fiona, and I see you have found your study. I hope everything is to your liking.”

<p lang="en-US">“Yes everything is perfect.”

<p lang="en-US">She sat down across my desk on a visitors chair and pulled a pad out of her brief case,then crossed her legs and said. “The Cadillac and the Koenigs Egg are on their way. The Suburban is ordered.” “Thank you.”

<p lang="en-US">She leaned forward and put an Armani leather wallet on the desk. “Here is your driver's licence, your credit cards and your Federal carry permit. The school has a zero gun policy,but your federal licence makes you an honorary US marshal and you can carry concealed on domestic flights and that trumps any school policy in legal terms. They do have occational metal detector checks, but never check girls as they have only a male security staff and are afraid of law suits. Mother and the Society wants you to carry at all times,just so you can defend yourself if the need arises.

<p lang="en-US">Now I know your personal preference of big artillery. However Desert Eagles, 44 mags, Grizzlies and Colt Casul are simply not a sixteen year old girls choice.” “Not even one from Texas with a Texas Oil Tycoon for a Daddy?”

<p lang="en-US">She sighed with a smile.”True that, so what do you want?”

<p lang="en-US">“Kimberly Colt 45 Commander. Still a 45, still based on a 1911, but not as big as my all time fav Colt 45.

<p lang="en-US">“I have one shipped. In the meantime we still got P226, Berettas, Glocks,H&Ks. How about a neat little Walther TPPK?”

<p lang="en-US">“Actually if you got one of those pink Lady Smith's with concealed hammer. That would be pretty girlish and a choice for smaller bags,”

<p lang="en-US">She placed a pink Glock 17 on the table.. “I order one, take mine in the mean time.”

<p lang="en-US">“I will, thank you.”

<p lang="en-US">“Now I was thinking we take a helicopter ride across the city and your estate, so you can make yourself a picture of the area and the City, but I heard you want to go Car shopping. So I compiled a list of Car Dealers and found a Ford Dealer who currently displays a Boss.”

<p lang="en-US">“New or Old?”

<p lang="en-US">“The new one”

<p lang="en-US">“What color ?” “Dark gray and red.” “We could take the fight later or maybe tomorrow.”

<p lang="en-US">“Of course,you are in charge.”

<p lang="en-US">“Splendid, then let's go, before someone else buys the Boss. That will be my intro Car on Monday.”

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<p lang="en-US">Maria took me in a big Mercedes 600 with Chauffeur form the very old money part of the town into the city. The old steel mill town had seen better days, many businesses were boarded up and the decay and high rate of unemployment was visible even on the main streets but even more so looking into the side streets, and the inner city.

<p lang="en-US">Maria had her legs crossed and told me a little about the city,then we reached the Ford Dealership.

<p lang="en-US">It was a sad looking place really, old fashioned looking but in the missed several decades of modernizaton way, not the good way. Normally Car Dealerships were bright places, with lots of lights, baloons, flags, and big signs. Other than a big Ford sign on a rusty pole there was none of that here.

<p lang="en-US">The lot was filled with Kias, Taurus, a few Fiestas. Only a hand full Ranger and F150ties and lots of used cars. Nothing really expensive or fancy, except the Boss prominently displayed inside the Car Dealer ship.

<p lang="en-US">Maria said. “Do you want me to wait or come with you?” “No need,just drop me off. I take the Boss home.”

<p lang="en-US">She nodded. “Call me, if you need me. There is a Armani 9 in your purse.”

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<p lang="en-US">I had crossed the lot and entered the Show room and approached the Boss. A balding salesman,who somehow reminded me of the Peacock character of the movie Stagecoach, wearing a garsih looking cheap polyester suit and blue Ford tie approached me with a shy smile. He taxed me with big eyes from behind big glasses and said. “Good afternoon, Miss. I am Harry. What bring you here on this gray Saturday afternoon? “ “I like to buy a car.”

<p lang="en-US">“Wonderful and you came to the right place. I have a few very nice, pre owned Kias. Low mileage, mechanic checked and the perfect starter car for a young girl. 2400 drives it of the lot and we do offer financing.”

<p lang="en-US">I pointed at the Boss. “I like that one.”

<p lang="en-US">He let his hand slide over the hood of the car. “This is a Ford Boss, only 2000 are made. It's very expensive, but if you like you can sit in it for a moment, then I show you the Kias or perhaps a Fiesta?”

<p lang="en-US">“It has a sales sticker on it, has it not? So it is for sale right?”

<p lang="en-US">Just then another man. Obviously coming from the bathrooms, still drying his hands on a paper towel. He wore the same tasteless checkered suit.. He was at least three heads taller than Harry and looked like if he had been the local quarter back at some time in the past, his former still hinted athletic sports frame had lost out to a beer belly and a receding hairline, that even his careful comb over could not conceal. He too was obviously surprised to see an actual customer this close to closing time. He tossed the paper towel, grabbed the smaller man by the shoulders and pushed him aside. “I am sure Harry talked about his Kias, but I am Chad, I am the top salesman here and part owner. I can make you a great deal on an awesome Fiesta we just got in. You look like personified sunshine, girl and for brightening our gray afternoon I am making you the best offer we can.”

<p lang="en-US">“I was happy with the service of Harry and I would like to continue with him, if this is alright.”

<p lang="en-US">Chad looked disapointed but shrugged. “Well sure why not, he sure needs the Commision, don't you Harry?”

<p lang="en-US">Harry said. “She wants the boss and she asked if it is for sale.”

<p lang="en-US">Chad took on the look of a schoolmaster. “Kiddie this is a super expensive car and part of a Promotion of Ford. It travels from dealer to dealership.” “Is it for saleor not?”

<p lang="en-US">Harry meekly said. “The reason for the Promotion is to sell Fords, it is for sale and if someone pays the price displayed on the window sticker it's a sold car.”

<p lang="en-US">“How much?”

<p lang="en-US">“Ninetyfive thousand.”

<p lang="en-US">“Any discounts if I pay right away?”

<p lang="en-US">“Pay right away, you mean cash?”

<p lang="en-US">I pulled my Black Diamante Visa. “I like to charge it.”

<p lang="en-US">Harry said. “You can't put a car on a Visa card.”

<p lang="en-US">However Chad gasped. “This is a Black Visa.” “If you don't like Visa, I got Master Beryllium or AMEX – Executive. If neccesary I can have the cash brought here within the hour.”

<p lang="en-US">Harry insisted. “You are wasting our time girl, no Credit card can be used to charge 95,000 dollars!”

<p lang="en-US">Chad actually slapped Harry and said. “Miss, I can take over.” To Harry he said. “of course you can charge 95,000, just not on your 500 dollar prepaid Discovery Card.”

<p lang="en-US">Harry remembered that he was a Salesman. “Miss why don't you take a seat at my desk. We can always run your card and see what it does.”

<p lang="en-US">I sat down, crossed my legs and brushed a strain of hair out of my face while handing him the card.

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<p lang="en-US">Harry went to the back office followed by Chad and he called the Visa Merchant service line.

<p lang="en-US">“Visa Merchant Service, how may I help you?”

<p lang="en-US">“I like to verify a Visa Card and see if I can charge 95,000 for a Car on it. The name on the card is Fiona Rockford and then he said the numbers.

<p lang="en-US">“Sir this is a Visa Diamante VIP Exclusive. The holder of that card has unlimited credit.”

<p lang="en-US">“Does that mean I can run it for 95,000 ?”

<p lang="en-US">“Sir, it means unlimited. She could charge 95,000, 9,5 Million or 95 Million. The Owner of that card has executive Services, are you refusing to accept that card? We can send a courier with the cash as soon as possible, but of course we would refuse to accept you as a Visa Merchant in the future.”

<p lang="en-US">“No,no. We accept. I am running the card right now.”

<p lang="en-US">Harry slid the card with trembling fingers across the reader and keyed in the information needed to complete the transaction. The Visa Assistant said.. “95,000 have been credited to your account.”

<p lang="en-US">the little printer spit out the reciept with the words PAID on it.

<p lang="en-US">Harry showed it to Chad. “The Card is good. She said for any amount at all!”

<p lang="en-US">Chad stared at the sale and cursed. “You piece of shit. You dumb son of a bitch. That commision should have been mine. You didn't seel a frikkin' Kia this month and now that!”

<p lang="en-US">Harry got some of his confidence back and said. “If you yell any louder she can hear us.Now get ut of my way I have to complete a sale.”

<p lang="en-US">Chad watched Harry congratulate the angelic girl and then he started on the paper work. Chad called the owner to tell him the news.

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<p lang="en-US">Harvey Johnson the Owner had interrupted his early dinner and had come down to his dealer ship standing next to Chad and they both watched Harry serving coffee to the blonde girl.

<p lang="en-US">Harvey stared at the print out and whispered 95,000.

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<p lang="en-US">Harry handed me the folder with the paper work. “I have the car driven into the shop. Our mechanic will take off all the stickers, top off the fluids and make sure everything is in order. You should be able to drive the car of the lot in about an hour. Would you care to have the car delivered or would you want to wait?”

<p lang="en-US">“I am not done buying.”

<p lang="en-US">He actually spilled his coffee.”You are not? What else can I do for you?”

<p lang="en-US">“I like to have a F550. All Wheel Drive, raised, Wild Cat tires, Rancher bumper set and the largest Cummings Diesel turbine they make. The blue striped version.”

<p lang="en-US">He tackered away on his antiquated computer and whistled. “You know your Fords.”

<p lang="en-US">“I am actually a Chevy girl, but I love the sound a Cummings turbo makes and there isn't a Silverado with that kind of sound.”

<p lang="en-US">“Ah yes I have your Drivers licence right here, you're from Texas. You lke trucks down there that's for sure. The biggest engine they make is a 1400 horsepower turbo, made for Heavy duty tow trucks.”

<p lang="en-US">“That one and the Dual tank option. Winch pack and the King Ranch interior.”

<p lang="en-US">He added all the options and gasped as he saw the total. “That would be 105,000 dollars,plus Tax and transport.” I held out my card again. “Charge it.”

<p lang="en-US">“There isn't anything like that truck in the Pipeline anyway and they have to make it, it will take a few month.”

<p lang="en-US">“I am in no hurry, but I don't mind paying the express option.,”

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<p lang="en-US">Harvey and Chad stopped Harry as he went to the terminal again. Harvey said.. “What took so long what are you doing?”

<p lang="en-US">“She made another purchase.”

<p lang="en-US">“What?”

<p lang="en-US">Harry keyed in the amount and held the slip under his bosses nose. “A 105,000 dollar truck. A F550 speced out to the max. Paid in full plus 15,000 dollars Express charge.”

<p lang="en-US">Chad howled in open desperation and they watched the girl drive off the lot in her new Boss.

<p lang="en-US">Harvey said.”I think you just made salesman of the year,Harry.”

<p lang="en-US">Harry sighed. “She was so very pretty, just like I think an Angel would look. She smelled heavenly and my office still smells like paradise,”

<p lang="en-US">Harvey said. “I checked the CCTV, she was dropped of by a chauffeur driven Mercedes. She has rich parents.”

<p lang="en-US">Harry said. “I have a daugther in her age and I can't even get her a Kia.”

<p lang="en-US">Harvey said., “With your commission you can get her a new Fiesta.”

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<p lang="en-US">--””--

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<p lang="en-US">The Boss was a supercharged Mustang in the tradition of the Great Muscle Cars and its V8 sounded like thundering music.

<p lang="en-US">Back at the Mansion, Maria took me on a Helicopter ride across the estate and the city and I saw the shut down immense site of the steel mill with its rusting machinery and decayed buildings,

<p lang="en-US">“Maria, do we have some sort of economic expert team?”

<p lang="en-US">“Yes we have experts on virtually anything and can hire anyone if we don't.” “Can a detailed economic study be made about this state and the city in particular? I like to see a report about the world steel market and an expert analysis of the causes of the collapse here. I know the general reasons of course but I like to see it in detail.”

<p lang="en-US">“I arrange for a think tank and an expert panel to produce the requested paper right away.”

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<p lang="en-US">--””--

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<p lang="en-US">Clara Thompson was a nobody. She thought of herself as ugly. Naturally she was a red head and had freckles, but she dyed her hair in an unnatural deep black, wore thick mascara and heav black eye make up. She wore black lipstick. Her hair fell into her face in such a way that it almost always obscured much of her face. She was dressed like a goth, ripped fishnets, shorts, a worn black fake leather jacket and a faded heavy metal t shirt. On her feet clunky worn boots. Most of her stuff came from Thrift stores as she rarely had the money to buy new things.

<p lang="en-US">Her father used to work in the mill, but had lost his job like so many others. When things went financially bad, her mother ran away with another man and started doing drugs. Her parents got divorced. They had to sell the little house they had and mother disapeared with her money a few weeks after the sale. The last time she had heard about her mother was that she had been arrested in California on Drug charges and stabbing a cop.

<p lang="en-US">Her father got custody over the three children, Over Carla, Stephen her brother and her ten year old little sister.

<p lang="en-US">Her brother just two years older than her had quit school and lived on welfare, dealing and theft. Her little sister was one report away from being taken by CPS.

<p lang="en-US">Her father was a good man and she loved him. He did his best to feed them and currently worked at McDonald and at a Car Wash. He was working 15 hours and more every day and just barely managed to pay the rent for the little inner city apartment and to feed his kids.

<p lang="en-US">Cara hated school and wanted to quit as well, but she had promised her father to pull it through. Besides they gave out tickets for missing school and she didn't want to go to the youth lock ups or get her father in any more trouble.

<p lang="en-US">So she went to school every day, despite the hell it represented to her, not that it meant anything. She was not a good student her future had ended before it begun. There was no chance in hell she would make it to college, not that her father could have afforded sending her anyway. She would end up as a waitress or Walmart sales associate if she was lucky, or as a prostitute and drug addict if she was not. Strangely she didn't do drugs, mostly because she had no money and she had an honest streak and did not want to screw around or steal to get the money.

<p lang="en-US">At least she was not alone in her misery. There was Bianca, her best friend. She lived in the same apartment block, with a perpetual drunk mother. Not even Bianca's mother really knew who her father was. Bianca's mother was a prostitute, but not one of the high priced call girls.

<p lang="en-US">Bianca dressed like a punk,with pink, uneven chopped pink hair.

<p lang="en-US">There was Kim, she was something of a nerd. Looking somewhat androgynous with stringy thin blonde hair,. She was all skin, bone and elbows and wore the most un flatering clothing, usually faded t shirts, worn out sweaters and jeans. While she was actually quite smart and a true nerd. Only male nerds were sort of cool nowadays, besides Kim was an orphan living in a catholic orphanage. The Orphanage had closed their own school a few years ago and Kim had to go to this high school.

<p lang="en-US">She could of course not afford any of the things and gadgets nerds were known for.

<p lang="en-US">Rosa was hispanic, her mother worked in a render plant and her father did bone breaking day labor, but only if he got lucky standing on the outside of Home Depot, hoping for work. Rosa's parents were illegal aliens and lived in daily fear of being found by ICE and deported.

<p lang="en-US">The last of Clara's friend was actually a guy. His name was Robert, but was called Rob. His parents ran a run down motel barely hanging on in a town that was slowly dying. Rob was a feminine boy and had a transgender issue, he wanted to be a girl. His parents disaproved and he was afraid of anyone really finding out, except of Cara and the others of course. They knew.

<p lang="en-US">They had found together more or less because they had been excluded from all the others and were called loosers, bottom feeders and other names and were the target of bullying and ridicule of pretty much everyone else at school.

<p lang="en-US">It was Monday morning, two weeks till halloween, it was the time when the biggest parties happened but no one would ever invite the loosers, not that they could have afforded to go.

<p lang="en-US">A usual the five friends met before school underneath the stairs of the side entrance, where the school kept a bicycle shelter. Hardly anyone used bikes so it was usually deserted.

<p lang="en-US">It stank of urine and was covered with wild graffiti.

<p lang="en-US">The popular kids had cars or were driven to school by their parents, the rest went to school in the school busses. Sometimes however the black kids would be here, to smoke joints or crack pipes.

<p lang="en-US">When Carla arrived the others were there already and Rob looked ruffed up and his nose was bleeding. “Oh dear did you get another beating today?”

<p lang="en-US">He nodded with a sad grin, nursing a bruise on his cheek. “It wasn't so bad today, they got bored and left.” he thanked Carla for the paper tissue and handed her a fat black eye liner pencil in a blister pack.

<p lang="en-US">“Oh you shouldn't have. I am allout of money but I give it to you when dad gets paid.”

<p lang="en-US">Rob waved his hand.”No worries, we had a paying guests and they drank beer all week. I took the cans to the recycling yard and got six dollars.”

<p lang="en-US">Kim said. “We better get in, Ms. Lodecker promissed to report anyone who's late. They call the PTA and in my case it is Sister Verona with her stick.”

<p lang="en-US">As they got out of the shelter they heard the rumbling of a V8 and a gray and red car passed by onto the parking lot of the school. Bianca got big eyes, she was a nerd and knew everything about cars. “It's a Boss!”

<p lang="en-US">Clara said. “Never heard of that brand.”

<p lang="en-US">“It is a Ford, special built, very expensive and rare.”

<p lang="en-US">to their dismay they also saw the oppsoite of their group entering school

<p lang="en-US">Led by Kelly Horton, the richest and perhaps prettiest girl in school. She was the captain of the Cheer leaders, a good student and at the center of school popularity. Her father owned a Iron cast products factory, one of the few still working and he showered his daughter with expensive gifts and money. She had her brunette hair tied up in pig tails and wore of course the cheerleaders outfit, and over it the High School Football team jacket, the fancy version made of real leather panels. It cost over 200 dollars in the school catalog. Next to her walked Liz Pabst. Liz father owned a big hardware store.While they were not anywhere as rich as the Horton family, they were still well off and Liz had anything she wanted. Liz was the tallest of the Horton squad and a sports ace. She swam fastest, run faster and everyone knew she was doing karate and could beat up even boys. Liz had her pale blond hair in a french knot, also wearing her cheerleader outfit. Corina Baker on the other side of Kelly was the daughter of a very rich dentist. She had red curly hair and was just as pretty and dolled up like the others. The fourth girl was Gladiola Ellensworth, her father was a Police Captain in the local police. While she was nowhere near as wealthy as the others, everyone knew her father listened to her and regardless of laws often bend the rules to cause troubles to those Gladiola didn't like. It was a silent rumor that he also, let evidence disappear that implicated the Kelly squad in a very dubious accident that killed a girl last year. The last girl in Kelly's inner circe was Crystal Lipton, her father was the major and she acted as if she was the daughter of the President. She too was a blonde and also somewhat overweight.

<p lang="en-US">Those five girls were the very center of everything, they were the terror, the real bullies. They destroyed others with cold cruelty and enjoyed every minute of it. Everyone knew they caused the death of Sybil Carington and the cause why Angela Norton hanged herself.

<p lang="en-US">They decided the social order of anyone, decided who was in and who was not. Almost every girl in school dreamed to belong to the Kelly Squad or at least declared acceptable by them. Itmeant invitations to parties and boys and being cool.

<p lang="en-US">The boys swooned about the Squad and only the best looking jocks,the sports heroes and rich kids had a chance.

<p lang="en-US">Of course the current quarter back of the Birmingham High Bulldogs, Chad Gordon was Kelly's declared boy friend. He was handsome as could be and his father owned a trucking company.

<p lang="en-US">Clara and her friends were so far down the social order, that Kelly no longer really even saw them and that was actually a good thing, as she still liked to be cruel and do evil things to them.

<p lang="en-US">Something had happened and Kelly's squat was chatting and talking away,ignoring everyone and thankfully also Clara and her friends.

<p lang="en-US">Most of the other classmates were already there and it didn't take more than five minutes after Clara and her friends had entered class, when Ms. Lordecker came in.

<p lang="en-US">She slammed her favorite big ruler on the surface of her desk and said with her authoritive voice. “May I have your attention please?”

<p lang="en-US">The class did settle down, of all teachers Ms. Lordecker was the one they respected and perhaps even feared most of all their teachers.

<p lang="en-US">The math teacher said. “Before we begin, I want to introduce to you a new student. She comes from New York, her family has just moved here and she is new in town. Her name is Fiona Rockford.”

<p lang="en-US">Clara paid attention now and lifted her head, just enough to see past her curtain of hair as she wanted to see the new student. The only free desk was right beside hers.

<p lang="en-US">There was a dead silence in class and the reason was the girl that had just stepped into the room.

<p lang="en-US">Carla was certain that new girl could not possibly exist. She was like an angel, a heavenly creature, no one she had ever seen was a perfectly beautiful as her.

<p lang="en-US">She was tall and had long blonde hair,thick and in a precious shining shade that made gold look pale. She wore a form fitting black turtle neck sweater, a butter soft cute looking leather jacket and a short pleated brown mini skirt. She had long legs in gray panty hose and wore almost knee high chic looking brown boots. She wore thin leather gloves and on her wrist sparkled a small watch,in golden luster. Her hoop earrings had the same gold color.

<p lang="en-US">She had a Louis Vitton handbag and a matching laptop case.

<p lang="en-US">Chat was the first who found words and said with a deep sigh and a dreamy look on his face. “Angles, they do exist!”

<p lang="en-US">It earned him a deadly glare from Kelley.

<p lang="en-US">Ms. Lordecker pointed at the free bench. “Please have a seat Ms. Rockford.”

<p lang="en-US">The girl peeled out of her jacket and removed her gloves and sat right next to Clara. While she did that, Clara could smell a heavenly scent of a fresh,flowery perfume, fine soap and lotions. She smelled as she looked.

<p lang="en-US">Ms. Lordecker then said. “On behalf of Birmingham High,I like to welcome you. I hear you come from the Jackson Brown Private High in Manhattan and from your transcript I learned you are a good student, but I don't expect you to be up to our standards and our circulum. We have a math test today and you are of course excused.”

<p lang="en-US">The teachers announcement caused the rest of the class to boo and groan. It caused a grin that was nothing but evil, in Clara's opinion. Ms. Lordecker said.”The test counts towars your SAT scores of course. That means that the sports team members among you won't play Sunday if you fail. These are the requirements of High School Sports after all, and I intend to make sure they are upheld.”

<p lang="en-US">The new girl spoke for the first time and her voice was clear like a silver bell as she said. “I don't want to be excused and do not mind to participate in this test. Maybe I am able to change your preconception about the standards of Jackson Brown standards, Ms. Lordecker.”

<p lang="en-US">The teacher raised an eyebrow and her smile did not fade. “Very well then, but this is Birmingham and Virginia and not New York.”

<p lang="en-US">The girl answered.”Thank you for pointing that out, Ms. Lordecker. Me being blonde and all get so easily confused and mistake Birmingham for New York City.”

<p lang="en-US">Even gloomy Clara chuckled at that and others also giggled at that remark. Much to the obvious dislike of Ms. Lordecker. “Well Ms.Rockford, here is your test. Let us see if you are still in such a cheerful mood after I graded it.”

<p lang="en-US">The teacher handed out the test forms to everyone. Clara only saw numbers and questions and silently groaned. She did not want to repeat class, but if she failed she would have to.

<p lang="en-US">Without a GED diploma,her chances of finding a job would be ver limited and even City College became a very distant dream.

<p lang="en-US">She glanced up and and past her hair. Oh gosh, how could anyone be so beautiful. The new girls profile was like that of a living barbie doll, no it was even more regal and utmost perfect. Her pencil danced over the sheet in a quick and steady rhythm. Clara did not really know why she did it but she copied a few of the new girls answers she could see.

<p lang="en-US">The new girl put the pencil down and leaned back.

<p lang="en-US">Ms. Lordecker sounded very pleased and had a victorious tone in her voice.”I see you have given up,Ms. Rockford,you are the only one leaning back.”

<p lang="en-US">“I am leaning back because I have completed your test,Ms. Lordecker.”

<p lang="en-US">The teacher snatched the paper form Fiona's desk and said. “You can't be done in five minutes.”

<p lang="en-US">“It appears you are basing all your assumptions about me on prejudgement and come to conclusions without checking the actual facts.”

<p lang="en-US">The teacher went to her desk and started grading Fiona's paper. After she was done she said. “You cheated Ms. Rockford. You scored a perfect 100.That is impossible in the time you took to complete the test.”

<p lang="en-US">“I am beginning to take offense Ms. Lordecker. You are insulting me and now you are accusing me of cheating. I am willing to solve any mathematical problem you can come up with right at the black board in the presence of any witness you choose.”

<p lang="en-US">“I take your bold gamble and accept. Come right on up.”

<p lang="en-US">Ms. Lordecker begun to give the new girl problem after problem and without computer,without books or calculator, Fiona wrote the answers on the black board with almost picture perfect clear writing.

<p lang="en-US">Ms. Lordecker became more frustrated by each correct answer and leaved through her book bombarding the new girl with problems that were beyond anything the class had ever talked about, still the new girl did not even need to pause to think and tacked mathematical equations on the board without hesitation. Fiona said. “The terminus of this Lorenz equation is solved like this. But the question you are asking me now is the Melchor Theorem is an unsolved math problem.”

<p lang="en-US">Just then the principal of the school, Mr. Reynolds came in and said. “I am sorry I did not want to disturb the class,I just wanted to see the new student and welcome her toBirmingham High.”

<p lang="en-US">The new girl said. “Mr. Reynolds I want to file a complaint against this teacher. She has accused me of cheating, insulted and ridiculed me and now she wants me to sovle the Melchor Theorem,one of the unsolved math problems in an attempt to shame me. This is beyond College level math and baffles mathematicians on MIT and other Universities. May I ask why?”

<p lang="en-US">The principle looked at the filled black board and the equations and then at Ms. Lordecker. “I think the new student makes a valid point. Would you care to explain that to me as well?”

<p lang="en-US">“Mr. Reynold's that student finished the math test in five minutes and scored 100. What else but cheating explains that?”

<p lang="en-US">“A girl that by the looks of it, solved problems that are far and beyond any High School math and now put the Melchior Theorem on the board, would not need to cheat in a High School SAT test. Has that not occurred to you?”

<p lang="en-US">Ms. Lordecker stared at the black board and then at Fiona., then she meekly said. “No it has not, can we discuss that in private and not here?” The principal shook his head. “You had no problems trying to humiliate the new student in front of the class as it appears.” To Fiona the principal said. “I apopogize for this, Ms. Lordecker clearly overstepped her authorities. I will look into this and promise I take your complaint very serious.”

<p lang="en-US">To the class he said. “You are all dismissed from this class and you can repeat the test tomorrow. “

<p lang="en-US">Clara and pretty much anyone had forgotten about the test. The new girl had just defeated Ms. Lordecker with math. The teacher who always acted as if she was the next best thing to Hawkins or Einstein.

<p lang="en-US">The principal and Ms. Lordecker left the class room and the class went bananas.

<p lang="en-US">The boys were actually fighting each other, just to get a good spot before Fiona's desk. Clara noticed Kelley's who was clearly not pleased by the fact that someone else was stealing all the attention and that her own declared boyfriend was among the boys trying to get Fiona's attention.

<p lang="en-US">Chad punched Peter Soderman and pushed Norm Brandon away. He said to Fiona. “Someone call heaven, one of their most beautiful angels is missing! So you are from New York?”

<p lang="en-US">“No,I went to school there. I am from Texas.”

<p lang="en-US">“That can't be true. You came straight from heaven.” The girl smiled and the boys almost fainted. “Texas, heaven almost the same thing.”

<p lang="en-US">“Oh dear Lord. You are the cutest thing I have ever seen, smart and witty! What are your plans for friday night?”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley had enough and pushed herself into a prominent position and said. “I will go out Friday, but you won't. You be busy appologizing.” Then she pointed her painted nail index finger at Fiona. “It appears you have potential and perhaps even what it takes to become a member of my squad. Right now you are still a far cry from that of course and it needs more consideration from me. So keep your hands of my boy friend and if I decide it you might not only survive but become part of the In crowd.”

<p lang="en-US">The new girl smiled coldly. “Looks like that boy friend of yours was the one making advances and can keep his eyes of me. As for what you consider or decide is none of my business. On a personal note however it appears you or that squad of yours hasn't all that much going if you ask me.”

<p lang="en-US">Cara almost felt pitt for the new girl. She didn't have a snowballs chance in hell. No one made a fool of Kelley and survived.

<p lang="en-US">Kelley hissed. “You change your mind soon enough New York, you have no idea who you messing with.”

<p lang="en-US">Mr. Forsythe their English teacher came in. He was a more mellow personality and everyone suspected him to be gay. He was not taken very serious by anyone but the class returned to their seats and he greeted Fiona. “Ah the new student who as I heard, just won a math contest against our formidable Ms. Lordecker. Welcome to Birmingham High.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona simply nodded and gave him a fine smile.

<p lang="en-US">The teacher said. “We are currently discussing De Mille. You all were supposed to write a book report on one of his books and the report is due today. I know you take me for a push around but no report means and F and that won't sit well with your SAT score.

<p lang="en-US">“Miss Rockford have they ever discussed De Mille at your old school?”

<p lang="en-US">“I have read his work, know Hackel's analysis. I don't fully agree with Peter Willson and favor the Anderson reply as the definitive authority on De Mille.”

<p lang="en-US">Clara had no idea what the new girl actually said but she made a few notes.

<p lang="en-US">Mr. Reynolds swooned. “What a delight to find a student that actually has interest in fine literature. May I ask what you are currently reading. It appears yo do know your De Mille.”

<p lang="en-US">“I am reading the Anderson Letters.”

<p lang="en-US">It appeared as if Mr. Forsythe could have hugged and kissed the new girl he would have, and not because of her looks. He folded his hands before his chin. “You are reading my favorite English literature. I am simply delighted, what volume are you in ?”

<p lang="en-US">“Volume 18, the letters to Mathilde.”

<p lang="en-US">“Class if you ever want to read the most beautiful and sad love letters ever composed, written by a dying stage clown to his long lost love, then you must read this book. It is pure poetic caviar.”

<p lang="en-US">He then went on to collect the papers and those who did not have one he marked an F when he came to Clara she said. “I am sorry, I left the report at home because I could not finish it. The library only yesterday got me the Anderson Reply and I wanted to finish it to add his insights to my report.”

<p lang="en-US">The teacher blinked. “I am willing to wait till tomorrow, since this was the most creative excuse I have heard in a while and one could assume you lied but it cold also be considered as a form of fiction. Tell me what the Anderson Reply actually is by next class, if you can't you too will get an F.”

<p lang="en-US">After English class was the first morning break.

<p lang="en-US">The school was abuzz about the new girl and the splash impact she made.

<p lang="en-US">The school yard and the indoor lunch room had invisible barriers and rules. The blacks sat in their section, the popular kids in theirs, the nerds had their tables and so did the sports teams. Clara and her friends used the concrete tables furthest from the rest and close to the usually smelly dumpsters. It was the smell perhaps that kept the others away for the most part.

<p lang="en-US">Today there was a yellow plastic tape, the floor ripped up and tools. It appeared maintenance or repair work was done. They had no choice to as to find a more central table. Clara put her tray down, it held only a milk carton as she spend the school food money on make up and panties this month.

<p lang="en-US">Bianca across her suddenly froze in mid movement. Kim lowered her head, Rosa stopped in mid sentence and Robert looked as if he had accidently swallowed something disgusting.

<p lang="en-US">A clear voice said. “Can I sit here with you?”

<p lang="en-US">Clara turned and saw the new girl, holding her tray.

<p lang="en-US">Clara froze just like Bianca. She was terrified, the new girl was chic and beautiful and already popular. Girls like her only had one thing in mind, bullying and ridiculing those less fortunate.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona actually looked a little hurt and shrugged. “Sorry I asked. I get the message.” Then she moved away and sat down all by herself.

<p lang="en-US">Bianca sighed a breath of relief. “Thank heaven she is gone.”

<p lang="en-US">Rosa however said. “I think that was rude of us. She did ask quite nicely.”

<p lang="en-US">Kim snorted. “To make fun of us of course. She is bound to be a star in this school.” Rob also sighed. “She is like a supermodel,only real. I never seen a girl like her outside of a fashion magazine. I think she wears real Jimmy Choo boots. Those are real Paul Gautier jeans and that skirt I am sure I saw it in Elle magazine. Not to mention the Jacket,from Gucci. Or the Louis Vitton bag. The watch is a real Rolex Princess I am sure.” Rob was a fashion expert, he knew everything about it and of course secretly wanted to wear those things himself. He did wear eye liner and skinny jeans. His Concourse Sneakers were red and a black T shirt.

<p lang="en-US">Kim shrugged. “So?”

<p lang="en-US">Rob said. “She wears about 30,000 dollars worth of clothing. The bag alone is over 8,000 and the boots are 3000. The watch goes for 15,000 and the jacket is about 8,000.”

<p lang="en-US">Bianca said. “You are not serious. There isn't a pair of boots on the planet worth that much.”

<p lang="en-US">Rob said. “I never doubt your expertise about cars.” He took a worn Vogue magazine out of his shoulder bag and after leafing through a few pages, he pushed it open across the table and pointed at a fashion model wearing boots looking just like the ones the new girl wore. Bianca read the description and made big eyes. “That can't be right, it says right here these boots are 3,500 dollars.

<p lang="en-US">Rob leaned over brushed a few pages further and pointed at a picture of a LV bag, also an exact match of the girs handbag. The price tag read 8,000.

<p lang="en-US">Rosa said.”Maybe they are knock off's. Not even Kelley could afford an outfit like that and she is the richest.”

<p lang="en-US">Betty Roberts and Emily Konrad, two very popular girls that did not belong to Kelley's squad sat down by the new girl. Betty Roberts, was the daughter of a Federal Judge and that was most likely the reason she was safe of Kelley and Emily was not only the smartest girl in school, her father owning over ten Taco Bell franchise restaurants making her second in terms of wealth only to Kelley. Betty was not the prettiest but she wasn't ugly and always dressed very chic and expensive. She was also the tallest girl and because of that shunned by the Kelley Squad and not allowed to be a Cheerleader. Emily was often called Cleopatra for her helmet like hair cut, and her somewhat darker complexion. Her mother was Cherokee and she was often ridiculed by Kelley and the others and called Halfbreed and for that reason not considered to be Kelley squad material.

<p lang="en-US">Still both of them were popular and rich.

<p lang="en-US">Clara watched as Kelley and her squad approached the new girl. She heard her say. “I forgive you for what you said in class. You simply could not know who I am. I am willing to give you a second chance, since I think you have potential. In a few days you will learn who I am and then you will beg to be included.”

<p lang="en-US">Liz leaned forward. “Kelley decides who's in and who's out. She could destroy you easily, but being on her good side means you can be popular and perhaps even try out for the cheer leaders.”

<p lang="en-US">Crystal added. “I think you need to appologize to Kelley or Physical Ed is going to be a very painful lesson.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona sipped on her Juice carton and said. “I am sure if I had an overweight problem like you, I would find Physical Ed painful too. Maybe lay off the burgers and consider a diet.”

<p lang="en-US">Crystal turned red and said. “You pay for that”

<p lang="en-US">“Asking for payment can be very costly.”

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<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">The girls of all three eight grade classes had Physical Ed. They had gathered in the dressing room and changed into their sports outfits.

<p lang="en-US">Clara and her friends hated Physical Education and tried to skip it as much as possible, but the teacher asked for doctors notes, checked by the schools nurse,if it occurred too often and the School Nurse was a real dragon who saw through any sharade.

<p lang="en-US">To Clara's dismay she once again found herself close to Fiona. The new girl had received her locker right next to hers.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona undressed and revealed a body so perfectly shaped it made the other girls jealous. She had nice developing breast and that perfect apple shaped behind that drove guys nuts. Her abs were finely toned and she found a perfect balance between muscular,toned and thin. There was no flaw on her anywhere.

<p lang="en-US">She also wore a cute white lace bra and matching panties and then slipped into peach colored Adidas track pants and a sports bra. She seemed unaware that all the other girls stared and checked her out, while she twisted her gorgeous hair into a pony tail.

<p lang="en-US">Betty broke the silence. “They sure know how to grow them, down in Texas. You probably won't look as pretty once we are done with Phys Ed today. Maybe you can tell the teacher you feel sick.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona turned and said. “Now why would I do that? I feel fine.”

<p lang="en-US">“Kelley will have the teacher play Dodge Ball first. It is a very special brand of Dodge Ball...well I did warn you.”

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">The teacher blew his whistle and made them stand in a line. He was known by the girls that he loved to ogle and rumors persisted that he sometimes did quite inapropiate things, but he had never even paid any attention to Clara or her friends.

<p lang="en-US">Mr. Dorman saw the new girl in sports bra and shorts and Clara and the others noticed him pitching a ten in his pants. He quickly tried to cover it with a ball as the girls started giggling. Kelley said “We want toplay Dodge ball today, Mr Dorman.”

<p lang="en-US">The Phys Ed teacher said. “Alright,Dodge Ball first and Gymnastics later.”

<p lang="en-US">As usual he asked Kelley to pick first and then he asked Rosa to pick hers.

<p lang="en-US">It always ended up the same way. The popular girls were in Kelleys team. Clara and the loosers in the other. This time however Betty, Emily and the new girl was left last and ended up in Rosa's team.

<p lang="en-US">Completly unfair and against any real rules, Kelley's team got all the balls first. It was not played with just one ball but with several at once. Dorman clearly favored Kelley's team

<p lang="en-US">Clara took all her courage and said to the new girl. “Try to stay as far away from them as possible and cover your nose.

<p lang="en-US">The balls flew and Clara got one painfully against her chin, but she saw Fiona catching the ball in a fast and elegant move and threw it back. She was fast and agile and her throws accelerated the balls almost like cannon balls. Kelley got one right in her face and she howled in anger and pain. Gladiola was hammered by two balls in short succession and Liz the sports ace did not fare any better. Now Betty and Emily encouraged also went into the offensive.

<p lang="en-US">Kelley howled as another ball smaked her against the head. “Mr.Dorman make them stop throwing at us, thats against the rules, that is not how it...”

<p lang="en-US">She was hit by a ball right on the mouth.

<p lang="en-US">Dorman said. “You never play by the rules, doyou want to play by the actual Dodgeball rules?”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley stomped her foot. “I want you to make them stop throwing the balls back!”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona held up a cell phone and said to Emily, but loud enough for Dorman and the others to hear. “I think the School board will be really happy to see that on Youtube.”

<p lang="en-US">Dorman blushed and said. “Gather the balls, enough Dodge Ball today. Let us do some gymnastics.”

<p lang="en-US">He made them vault over the gym horse and again the new girl made it look so easy, ,made a perfect figure and a correct landing and Dorman noticed.”It looks you had good gymnastic trainers in New York. Why don't you show me what you can do?”

<p lang="en-US">“Rings, Bars, Balance Bar, Horse, floor?”

<p lang="en-US">He pointed at the never used Balance bar. “How about this one?”

<p lang="en-US">The new girl performed a routine, they had only seen by Olympic athletes before. She did it all with the grace of a ballet dancer,with incredible agility and danced on that narrow bar as if she was doing it on solid ground. Not that any of them not eve Liz,could have done any of it on the ground.

<p lang="en-US">Mr Dorman applauded and then made them run a little and do some stretch exercises before sending them to the showers

<p lang="en-US">The change room section where Fiona and Clara were dressing after the shower appeared almost deserted, only Betty was there as well.

<p lang="en-US">Kelley and her full squad appeared at one end and blocked any possible escape. Liz who trained Karate was strong for a girl and pushed Betty rudely aside. “Get out of my way! You have a beating long overdue, after I am done teaching that Texan hillibilly scum a lesson in manners and how to recognize her betters.”

<p lang="en-US">Kim also kicked Clara just to show everyone how tough she was and approached Fiona. “Last chance, bitch. You appologize to Gladiola and then you get to your knees and beg Kelley for letting her tell you what to do. If you don't I break a few ribs or that little nose of yours.”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley laughed. “No way out of here, no witnesses who would dare to say anything.The teachers will not come and no one will believe you. We're in charge in this school and you need to learn this fast.”

<p lang="en-US">The new girl turned her back to Liz and opened her locker,ignoring Liz or the others.

<p lang="en-US">Liz tried to punch the girl in the back, the new girl stepped aside so fast that Liz fist missed and hit the locker door.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona grabbed the wrist of the Karate girl, applied a fast and painful twist as she turned without letting go, forcing Liz to her knees. Fiona said coldly. “Looks like you are on your knees, maybe I should simply dislocate your arm or maybe break it.

<p lang="en-US">Kelley howled from the end of the room. “Liz get up and kick her ass!”

<p lang="en-US">Liz however groaned in pain, Fiona released the arm. Liz got up and turned again towards her locker. Liz screamed. “Turn around you bitch!”

<p lang="en-US">This time Liz performed a high kick, yet with the same result. Fiona caught the leg by its ankle and added a twist and momentum sending Liz with force to the ground.

<p lang="en-US">Kelley was out of her mind. “Kill that bitch! Get up!”

<p lang="en-US">But Liz did not get up, Fiona hammered her fist down against the sturdy wood of a bench and made the two by four wood splinter and break like it was made of styrofoam. Then she grabbed Liz by the throat and pulled her up as if the tall girl had no weight and aimed he fist at the girls face. “I can do what I did to that bench to your face. Your choice, if you want to tango with a Texan Redneck who had a Marine for a father. I was raised by a Recon Marine let's see if his training trumps your pathetic attempts in Karate.”

<p lang="en-US">Tough Liz started crying. “Please don't hurt me, let me go!”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona pushed Liz away and the girl fell across the bench, Liz got up with a limp and shouldered her way past Kelley. Fiona walked up to Kelley, Corina, Gladiola and Crysal. “Who's next?”

<p lang="en-US">Corina, Gladiola and Crystal fled in fear. Leaving Kelley all by herself. Fiona nodded. “Well the choice is easy now. It's you and me.”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley spat. “You would not dare!”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona grabbed Kelley by the collar of her Cheerlading outfit and slapped her with the other hand left and right across the cheeks. Carla and Betty could both see Kelleys head move from the impact. Kelleys cheekes immidealtly turned fire red. Fiona raised her hand again. “What again is it I would not dare?”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley cried and howled.”I am going to kill you!”

<p lang="en-US">Again Fiona flat handed her with force. “Really stupid to threaten me while I got you by the throat. I can do this all day long. Anything you want to say?”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley cried. “No.”

<p lang="en-US">“Oh yes, you are! You appologize!”

<p lang="en-US">“I do no such...”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona simply raised her hand and Kelley cringed in fear. “I am sorry!”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona let her go and Kelley ran.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona walked back to her locker as if nothing happened and brushed her hair.

<p lang="en-US">Clara and Betty were simply stunned and stared at the splintered wood. The new girl had just beaten Liz and slapped Kelley.

<p lang="en-US">Betty whispered. “She will report you!”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona put her hair band back. “No she won't. She is a bully, if she does she admits to herself and to the world defeat and she knows that will end her reign forever. She will try other things of course.”

<p lang="en-US">Cara put her head down. “Sorry for being so rude to you earlier.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona zipped her boots up and checked her reflection in a mirror. “It'sokay. I am the new nerd and all. I don't know the rules of this school. Asking to sit at your table is probably a special honor or something. Don't worry I won't ask again.”

<p lang="en-US">“It's not that. We are the loosers, the bottom feeders. People like you don't ever sit with us.”

<p lang="en-US">“You sound like Ms. Lordecker. She also assumed to much. What are people like me?”

<p lang="en-US">Clara looked baffled by that answer and said nothing.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona closed her locker and said.”Well I am hungry, how's the Cafeteria here?”

<p lang="en-US">Clara shrugged. “It's okay I guess. It is Monday and that means Pasta Bake.”

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<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">The news that Liz had been beaten by the new girl was spreading like wild fire. Much to Kelley's dismay as she felt her position as the undisputed queen erode. Kelley would not even admit it to herself but she knew the new girl was not only prettier, she was without a doubt the most beautiful girl in town. Boys got weak knees watching her walk by. Girls talked about nothing else than Fiona.

<p lang="en-US">They sat at their lunch table. Kelley's cheeks were still burning like fire from the painful and embarassing slaps. Liz looked miserable and nursed her hurting arm and had several bruises.

<p lang="en-US">Gladiola and Crystal were very quiet as they knew they had abandoned their friends and fled.

<p lang="en-US">Corina sat down holding her Ipad. “It is on Facebook alright.”

<p lang="en-US">A person with the name of S.C had posted pictures of and a video of the Kelley Squad getting pummeled at Dodge Ball. A very nice quality close up of Kelley getting a ball in her face. A video of her tantrum requesting the teacher to make them quit throwing balls was there.

<p lang="en-US">There was a video and pictures of Kelley and her squad running out of the Dressing rooms. Again close up of Kelley crying with flaming cheeks and Liz crying and limping.

<p lang="en-US">The was also a video of Fiona's gymnastic act and of Mr. Dorman getting a boner.

<p lang="en-US">The descriptions had a mocking undertone, but worse were the comments of those who had seen the pictures.

<p lang="en-US">Liz said.”What can we do? She is stronger than me?” “You need to defeat her and beat her up, then your reputation is restored. Let us do this slowly and with a plan. For now we simply ignore the rumors and the others. We are still the Horton squad. There are parties coming up, there is a School trip and there is Halloween with lots of masks and costumes. All great opportunities to humiliate her.

<p lang="en-US">Gladiola said. “I could get some drugs and we hide it in her locker. When they find it she is expelled and things are back to normal.”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley now smiled again. “What a splendid idea.”

<p lang="en-US">Corina said. “We are still rich, influential and beautiful and we are the Cheerleaders. They will forget her soon and we will make everyone pay for even looking at her.”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley glanced over as Fiona came in. The boys attracted to her like moths to a light bulb.

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<p lang="en-US">Clara stood right behind Fiona at the line by the lunch counter. Fiona wrinkled her pretty nose as the Cafeteria cook slapped a ladde of pasta bake on her tray. Fiona said. “Are you serious? What is that?”

<p lang="en-US">The Cafeterial lady shrugged. “It's what you get for $2.00. We are not the Ritz Carlton. Eat it or leave it.”

<p lang="en-US">“You get state and federal subsidies and donations. I think the State needs to audit your purchasing habits.”

<p lang="en-US">The lunch lady didn't like that and glared at Fiona. “You're holding up the line.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona took a Juice pack and moved on. The she glanced at Clara's empty tray. “You are not eating, but then I can't blame you.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla would have loved to eat the Pasta Bake. “I only have the milk, it's free.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona took a fruit and said.”How about a banana? they look good.”

<p lang="en-US">“At 75 cents they are overpriced.”

<p lang="en-US">“Fiona paid and then looked for an empty table.” Clara could not believe she did that, but she said. “There is a free table.”

<p lang="en-US">then she sat down across Fiona.

<p lang="en-US">The beautiful girl looked at her pasta bake and said. “I am not hungry, but I hate to waste food. Would you want mine?” Clara wanted to say no, but her head was nodding as her stomach was growling. “Are you sure?”

<p lang="en-US">“Yeah I am. I eat the apple.”

<p lang="en-US">Clara felt terribly exposed sitting there with the girl that attracted every eye in school.

<p lang="en-US">Then Betty came and sat down, right next to Fiona. “Mind if I join you?”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona smiled. “Of course not, the more the merrier.”

<p lang="en-US">Moments later Emily also sat down at the other side.

<p lang="en-US">Clara glanced over at the distant table of her friends an they too stared.

<p lang="en-US">Betty giggled .”Have you seen the Face Book pictures?” Emily grinned. “There is a great shot with Kelley getting a ball in her kisser.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona nibbled at her apple. “No I haven't.”

<p lang="en-US">Emily said. “You sure made an entrance at our school. I bet you are devastated coming forom New York to such a dump as Birmingham.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona sighed a little. “Well yes a little, but we move a lot, so I get used to it. But then maybe I make new friends here .”

<p lang="en-US">Betty had dreamy eyes as she looked at Fiona from the side. “Looking like you do, girl you will have thousand friends in no time.”

<p lang="en-US">“I rather have a few, but real ones than 10,000 shallow ones.”

<p lang="en-US">Clara actually liked that statement quite a bit and again glanced to her own friends. They might be the bottom feeders, but they were real friends.

<p lang="en-US">Emily touched Fiona's hair. “Oh my good it is so soft and thick. What are you using to get it to shine like that?”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona turned. “Just Pantene Pro V shampoo and conditioner. Nothing special, but you are drop dead gorgeous too.”

<p lang="en-US">Emily sighed. “They call me Half Breed, I am part Cherokee.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona shrugged. “So? That only adds to your exotic looks. I would love to try the cleopatra look. Besides my Grandfather married an Inuit girl,so that should make me a One Quarter breed? What nonsense.”

<p lang="en-US">Emily laughed. “Well perhaps it does, but it no longer bothers me. My father loves my mother and I am the result of that love.”

<p lang="en-US">Betty said. “There is a new Yoga class in the afternoon, do you think you want to come?”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona shook her head. “Pilates, Gymnastics, Aerobics sure but not Yoga. It is not a sport its a religion and I worship only one God.”

<p lang="en-US">Emily nodded. “My mother said the same thing, it is a sect. It's with a Yogi and all, and they teach that god is within you.”

<p lang="en-US">--””--

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<p lang="en-US">I drove home after the first school day. I was pretty sure Kelley Horton and her posse was part of my task.

<p lang="en-US">I was still amazed about my own perfomance. I had never done any gymnastics and yet my body was as flexible and I knew just what to do. It was amazing what the Societies hypnotics could do. Not that I had ever believed in Hypontics in the first place. Yet I was suddenly a math genius and and knew English literature.

<p lang="en-US">As I parked the car I noticed a truck unloading a Cadillac and a Suburban.

<p lang="en-US">Rhea greeted me at the door and took my jacket, gloves and purse. “How was your first day?”

<p lang="en-US">I told her what happened and she nodded. “Indeed, dealing with Kelley's Posse is the main part of your challenge. How you deal with them is of course up to you.”

<p lang="en-US">“She will pretty much destroy herself, I just need to add fuel.” “While you freshen up, I have dinner ready. Anything you like in particular?”

<p lang="en-US">“I am ready for a good steak. I am hungry. The School Cafeteria is not very good.”

<p lang="en-US">“Am I serving in the study?”

<p lang="en-US">“That would be great. How do I freshen up? The skin has no zipper and I had sport today.”

<p lang="en-US">“You can take a shower or a bath in it of course. The skin is designed so you can wear it for month on end and without any ill effects on you. But you can cut if off and I get you into a new one.”

<p lang="en-US">“I won't start to smell?” “No.”

<p lang="en-US">“Well then I leave it on for now.”

<p lang="en-US">“There is a bottle with special suit skin care in the bath cabinet. Use it and it stays almost like real skin.”

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<p lang="en-US">I took a bath and it felt almost as if I was taking a bath al naturelle. I was amazed that the skin was not filling with water or that I could feel my own touch. I washed my hair and blow dried it. The lotion smelled heavenly and it gave the thin silicone material I was wearing a soft skin like feel.

<p lang="en-US">Wearing my favorite peach colored dressing gown I went to the study and sat down on a small dinner table, that was now part of it and Rhea served a nice steak and Ice tea.

<p lang="en-US">Maria came in as I just finished and smiled. “I know it is a disguise but to me it seems you somehow enhance it, you really look gorgeous.”

<p lang="en-US">“Care to join me for dinner?”

<p lang="en-US">“I just have a cup of coffee, I already ate.”

<p lang="en-US">She sat down and put a few folders on the table.”The Cadillac and the Suburban have arrived.The Suburban is a virtual tank. It has the same features as the Secret Service kind. The Koenigs Egg will be here tomorrow.”

<p lang="en-US">“Thank you.”

<p lang="en-US">“Oh it is a pleasure. Your decoration items are o their way as well and should arrive soon as well.”

<p lang="en-US">She then asked me about my school day as well and I repeated my report.

<p lang="en-US">She nodded. “Yes that is part of your misson indeed. I have prepared dossiers on all your Class mates and teachers. They can be accessed on your computer under Dossiers.”

<p lang="en-US">“Thank you, I will study them tonight.”

<p lang="en-US">“I put the specialist team together and they will convene right here in our down town Office building and start working on your report.”

<p lang="en-US">I got up and went to my computer. Maria showed me how to activate a big screen and projected my desktop on that huge plasma screen screen that was lowering form a hidden ceiling compartment. I called up Street View and searched for the Pabst Hardware store.

<p lang="en-US">Maria said. “You find detailed information on the Pabst Family and the store under the Appendix of Liz Pabst's dossier.”

<p lang="en-US">I was reading over it and then looked at the neighborhood of the store.

<p lang="en-US">“I was thinking of perhaps opening a hardware store right across the Pabst store. Can we do that?” Maria nodded. “Of course you can. Fiona is only a persona, you are Vanessa Ravencroft. You tell me what you want and I make it happen.”

<p lang="en-US">I pointed at the area across the street. “Purchase the entire block. I am thinking of a hardware store that combines everything a hardware store has, ultra modern in management but real old fashioned in other ways. I want counters and walls with drawers. Where people can buy screws,nails and everything by weight or by pieces. A knowledgeable staff.

<p lang="en-US">I want it to have a barber shop, an old fashioned one that offers mens hair cuts and hot towel shaves. Free of charge to business and pro customers. A restaurant in the style of an old diner, also serving breakfast all day, free of charge to good customers.

<p lang="en-US">A gas sation with gasoline discounts for good customers, a gas station that has a Tow truck garage,offers pump service to anyone who wants it. Can do oil changes, washes windshields and and small repairs. Tire service and so forth. A lumber and building material yard back there. A rental tool department with mini diggers and all that. I want a hollywood production designer come up with the design of it all and make it a Retro experience if Hollywood would have to design a dream hard ware store. There should be a gun department, fishing and tackle maybe a lower floor with sports and outdoor equipment. An indoor golf, gun and bow range.”

<p lang="en-US">Maria was making notes as fast as I was speaking and said. “You do own Ace Hardware,you got a big stake in Home Depot and Lowes, but I think you have something there. I think it will be a huge success, do you mind if I run with your concept nation wide?”

<p lang="en-US">“No not at all.”

<p lang="en-US">“Of course everything cheaper than at the Pabst store. We also control several of his big suppliers and can raise his wholesale prices.”

<p lang="en-US">“Yes please, do that.” She leaned over my shoulder as I made a few sketches and designed a Logo for the new store. “You are very talented at that. What do you think, should we add a Garden Center?”

<p lang="en-US">“Yes but seperate. I want this to be a man's store. Maybe across this street here and connected with a tunnel or bridge. It should be clear that they are connected but have seperate names and theme.”

<p lang="en-US">I make the necessary arrangements and get the project started. “

<p lang="en-US">I checked the other dossiers and I read the Horton file. “It looks he depends heavily on municipal contracts. Especially New York City buys manhole covers and sewer grates from him. How big is my company, I mean how big is Ravencroft?”

<p lang="en-US">Maria sat down. “That is actually not an easy question to answer, if you mean how much you can spend then there are technically no limits. The Ravencrofts built this empire over almost 2000 years.”

<p lang="en-US">“I just wondered if there is some sort of budget or limit I need to consider.”

<p lang="en-US">“Your personal net worth exceeds 100 Billion Dollars. You earn more in interest a day than the 30 Million I estimate the Hardware store project will cost. But your companies and businesses are split into 12 divisions and Due to tax and monopoly laws and regulations you openly control only two of them, Raven North America and Raven International. Both corporations are among the biggest in the world and worth in excess of 900 Billion. Over straw men and a secret network of Holdings and such you control over 200 of the Fortune Five Hundred Companies. You have immense holdings in China, India, Russia and the Middle East. You own Gold, Copper, Coal and Diamond mines. You own Oil sand mines in Canada, Oil fields and Oil Companies. You own and control banks and your stock portofolio is the largest in existence.

<p lang="en-US">In other words there are technically and practically no limits.”

<p lang="en-US">I got dizzy and said. “Really?”

<p lang="en-US">“You are at the very beginning, it takes a lifetime to realize just what power you already have.”

<p lang="en-US">She looked at her Pad. “I make sure the the Customers of Horton are looking elsewhere to buy.”

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<p lang="en-US">--””_-

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<p lang="en-US">Maria had gone and it was close to ten. I still stat in my study and was reading. Rhea came in and put a cup of tea on my desk. “You don't have to learn and work all day, you know. You have a house with pools, game room, Home cinema. There is a sauna,a gym and of course TV's al over.”

<p lang="en-US">“I don't think any big activity is a good idea.” “Why?” “The skin. I think...well I think I got a little excited and the catheter slipped and I don't know how to fix it without cutting the suit.”

<p lang="en-US">She smiled. “That is what I am here for, silly girl. Come lets fix that.”

<p lang="en-US">We went downstairs and I found out the house had a modern clinic like treatment room.

<p lang="en-US">There was a examination room with a gynecology chair in the middle.

<p lang="en-US">Rhea put on a white Nurses outfit and pointed at the chair. “You might as well find out how that feels. Women hate that chair and yet brave it regulary.

<p lang="en-US">I climbed on the chair and placed my legs into the holders. Rhea put on latex gloves and said. “Being a woman is not all nice, there are not so nice aspects as well, but then and at least for now you don't have to experience a real exam.”

<p lang="en-US">I felt very much like a woman now and secretly even looked forward to it.

<p lang="en-US">She chuckled as she examined my false vagina. “Getting excited again?”

<p lang="en-US">She readjusted the little catheter that connected my dick with my false vagina .It was unpleasant and a burning sensation but I started to get used to it.

<p lang="en-US">“Good girl, now everything is back as it should be. I am giving you another shot of special hormones as well. That should prevent any further accidents for a while. Now there you go, all done.”

<p lang="en-US">“Thank you.” “Care to switch and check mine. To see how things look and work down there?”

<p lang="en-US">“Uh no,not really.” “You would have said yes if Tatti asked, right?” “If she asked of course, but that is different.”

<p lang="en-US">“You really don't like blacks,right?”

<p lang="en-US">“I don't mind the color, I just don't like when they act black.”

<p lang="en-US">“I know what you mean and agree.”

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<p lang="en-US">--””--

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<p lang="en-US">Carla and her friends met like so often in the last room of the Budget Inn, owned by Rob's parents. The last room was even more run down and than the others and needed much repairs they could not afford at the moment, so they never rented it out. It had become their hang out, as it had a kitchenette and a TV.

<p lang="en-US">Rob would then wear dresses and skirts and the girls would help him with the make up and they relaxed and talked, watched TV or played games. Rob became one of the girls and to him it was the happies time, as he could be himself without being ridiculed.

<p lang="en-US">Bianca said.”The Boss we saw this morning belongs to Fiona. She was seen in it. Wendy Smith told me that her father sold it to Fiona on Saturday. She paid for it with a credit card. 95,000 just like that!”

<p lang="en-US">Kim sighed. “I could not even imagine so much money. So the new girl is rich.”

<p lang="en-US">Rob said. “I told you she is, her outfit today was worth more than all the clothing worn by everyone in school together. Carla can you ask her if her boots were real Jimmy Choo?”

<p lang="en-US">Carla frowned. “I can't hardly open my mouth when she is around.”

<p lang="en-US">Rosa closed her eyes. “I would love to smell like her. That perfume was heavenly.”

<p lang="en-US">Rob leaned forward. “Yes please ask her what brand of perfume she wears. You sit right next to her.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla glared at them. “I told you I am to shy to ask.”

<p lang="en-US">Bianca hugged Carla. “We all are. She is just another rich kid. It is better we stay away from her. She will turn out to be another Kelley and make our lifes a living hell.”

<p lang="en-US">Kim agreed. “Yes you are right.”

<p lang="en-US">Rosa said. “But she did kick Liz 's ass and I never had as much fun at Dodge Ball as today. She isn't afraid of the Kelley Posse.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla said. “If you look like that, it's hard to be intimidated and her father was a Marine, but I think Kelley and her friends will still win. They always do.”

<p lang="en-US">Rob sighed. “Even if they don't, she is so beyond us.”

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<p lang="en-US">--””--

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<p lang="en-US">The next morning they met in the bike shelter undeneath the stairs again. Just as they met, four black teens came in, known to be hooligans and tough gang members. These boys would end up on welfare or in prison eventually, if they survived drugs and streetfights. They had a rep of being brutal, strong and giving a hoot about teachers and laws.

<p lang="en-US">They roughed up Rob and one of them was about to kick the small framed boy already cringing on the ground.

<p lang="en-US">Carla and Bianca could not let them hurt Rob even more and rushed in to help. One of the blacks slapped Bianca and was raising his fist to hit Carla.

<p lang="en-US">A bright but stern voice said. “I would not do that, Boy.”

<p lang="en-US">There in the entrance stood Fiona. The morning sun was just behind her. She wore a short skirt, a cute short coat and knee high heeled boots. The sun made her hair shine like spun gold and cast her face in dark shadows. She had her gloved hands propped into her hips.

<p lang="en-US">The one who wanted to hit Carla turned looked in disbelieve. “Say what?”

<p lang="en-US">“Hit that girl and I mess you up so badly, you need a straw to enjoy your chicken, Boy.”

<p lang="en-US">One of the black guys grabbed his own crotch. “Holy shit what a hot mamma. My pecker wants some of that white cracker ass. The leader of them forgot about Carla and walked up to Fiona. Carla was terribly afraid, something real bad would happen now. These boys were real gang members and not Liz. They knew how to fight dirty, they were strong and there were four of them.

<p lang="en-US">He said. “You made the mistake to stick your nose in our business. Fancy kids don't come here, they know better. Now I show you why that is. You going to be fucked.”

<p lang="en-US">He wanted to grab her by the arm but Fiona took his arm and added momentum throwing him straight against the rough concrete wall. The others rushed in to attack.

<p lang="en-US">The blonde performed a roundhouse spin kick and raked her heeled boot across the face and sending one of the black boys falling across the steel bicycle rack. He groaned and relaxed into oblivion. The third pulled a knife and tried to stab her. She again evaded, grabbed a hold of the knife hand and applied vise like pressure, while kicked the last one with force into the groin.

<p lang="en-US">The knife wielding black guy dropped to his knees howling in pain, she hammered her palm under his chin and the black boy went limb. She grabbed the last one standing holding his groin,by the throat.The boy gargled as she raised her arm and made him stand on his toe tips.

<p lang="en-US">She rammed her knee in his stomach and pushed him backwards, he to tumbled painfully over the bicycle rack.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona took the falled knife and rouched before the dazed knife wielder. She examined the knife. “What a piece of garbage,but maybe it is sharp enough to carve that dick out of your pants and stick it down your throat. She started to cut away strips of the boys t Shirt.

<p lang="en-US">The one she had sent against the wall recovered somewhat and saw his three friends out cold, bested in mere seconds by an angelic looking blonde. He realized he was no match for her and backed up as Fiona got up and approached him. Her face still in the shadows but her eyes glared cold. Clara was sure she saw a cold smile. Fiona said. “You are going to appologize to the boy you just beat up, right?”

<p lang="en-US">“Who the fuck do you think you are. “ The black boy did not sound as confident as he did before. He too pulled a knife and lunged forward. Fiona was faster than a striking viper, caught his fist resting her thumb on his fingers and made a pulling move. Without effort she took the knife out of the forceful opened fist. “I think that is an idea. Glad you brought a knife. She pointed the knifes tip close to his eye. “You too carry a piece of shit knife. If I were you I get me something better, a Gerber or a Cold Steel Tanto,but lets see how this one cuts. You mentioned something about Pecker?”

<p lang="en-US">She cut his belt and the baggy pants fell around his ankles as she place the knife underneath his crotch. The big boy started to cry, she applied even more pressure to his hand. “Shhh, it's all over soon. Without that nasty piece of meat between your legs you going to me much more mellow. Let me cut it off.”

<p lang="en-US">“Please don't cut me. Please..it was all just a joke. I am sorry. Really am.”

<p lang="en-US">She let go of the boys hand and with a flip turned the knife and handed it to him. “I always like a good laugh, but you need to be more careful who you are joking with. The big black guy took the knife, and stared baffled at his friends who just came around.

<p lang="en-US">She padded his shoulder. “No pull up your pants and I suggest you do get a better knife, that one doesn't scare a little old lady from Tulsa and isn't good for fighting.

<p lang="en-US">Cara and the others could neither believe their eyes nor their ears.

<p lang="en-US">The black guy looked at the knife. “It cost me twenty bucks.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona completely surprised them as she pulled a fat wad of bills out of her purse,peeled two hundred dollar notes and placed it in his jacket pocket. “There you go, that should cover the price of a |Gerber or a Buckmaster. Stay away from the cheap stuff, a good knife is a good investment. “

<p lang="en-US">The one she had spin kicked came up on shaky legs and held his bleeding chin while he stared at the Franklins his buddy held out.

<p lang="en-US">The leader said to him. “The dame said Gerber and this Nigga is getting a Gerber. She is the total coolest white chick I ever met.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona pulled a lace bordered kerchief out of her purse and put it on the bleeding chin. “There hold it and do go to the Nurse. Make sure your tetanus is up to date, this is a filthy environment.

<p lang="en-US">He stared at the girlish kerchief and then pressed it back on his wound. “Yes Ma'am.”

<p lang="en-US">To their leader she said. “No hard feelings bos, but if I you ever bully my friends here, I hurt you so bad no doctor can fix it, deal?”

<p lang="en-US">The gang leader took her hand. “You're the coolest. Deal”

<p lang="en-US">One of the other blacks nodded. “Fuck you're good. How come you can mess us up like that?”

<p lang="en-US">Carla could not help herself and said. “Her father was a Marine. He taught her.”

<p lang="en-US">With a disarming smile Fiona said. “Semper Fi.”

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">They barely made it in time to class and Ms. Lordecker came in. She glared at Fiona and then said to her and the class. “I apologize in front of everyone and to you for my behavior yesterday. You are obviously a highly gifted young woman and I failed to see that.” “Apologies accepted.”

<p lang="en-US">“Now we will repeat the test from yesterday, but I frankly don't know what to teach you Ms. Rockford.”

<p lang="en-US">“The law requires me to go to school Ms. Lordecker, but I would be content if you let me read your disertation on the Markensen Theorem.”

<p lang="en-US">The teacher was suddenly fluttery and all excited. “Of course, what a delight. I print it our right away.”

<p lang="en-US">She handed out the test forms to the others and while the math teacher was busy on her computer, Carla took all her courage and whispered to Fiona. “What is the answer to question one, do you remember?”

<p lang="en-US">“D”

<p lang="en-US">Then Fiona whispered back. “D,D,F,A,A,B,C,D,D,A,C,D,B.B...”

<p lang="en-US">Carla noted the answers as fast as she could.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona whispered. “I gave you a few wrong one's too. So you pass with 88%”

<p lang="en-US">Ms. Lordecker handed Fiona a big stack of printed paper. “It is a delight to have a kindred intellect around who loves math as much as I do..”

<p lang="en-US">She then collected the tests and graded them right away.

<p lang="en-US">As she came to Carla, she handed her the graded test. “Well done, B+, keep that up and you graduate with good grades.

<p lang="en-US">Carla stared at her B+ and somehow she suddenly wanted to learn and get the next one on her own. With a B+ average she could go to City college and work on the side.

<p lang="en-US">Kelley and her friends were suprisingly silent during the first hours of the day.

<p lang="en-US">During their first break Carla again took her courage and asked Fiona. “What is the Anderson Reply?”

<p lang="en-US">“it is a novel that tries to answer the questions raised in DeMills Dante and takes the point of view of the devil. It is believed that De Mille wrote the reply himself under the pseudonym Anderson. Some scholars believe it was his wife who wrote the reply. Its style suggests a woman.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla made notes and just in time because Mr. Forsythe came in.

<p lang="en-US">The teacher did ask her right away. “Did you remember my question from yesterday?”

<p lang="en-US">Carla repeated what Fiona had told her. Forsythe nodded pleased. “Perhaps you only read the Wikipedia version but you read it all, since you know about the Controversy and I applaud your effort and give you a C.”

<p lang="en-US">The class was interrupted as the Schools Security guard, a police man and the Principal entered class. The principal said. “We received credible reports that there is a drug dealer in this class and we must ask to search you and your lockers, So I ask you all to step outside and stand next to your locker and we conduct the search. Officer Barrow is here on Police behalf. If anyone of you want to come forward before we conduct the search and confess, it will put into consideration.

<p lang="en-US">Anyone found with a controlled substance will be immideatley expelled and will of course face criminal prosecution.”

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">I tapped my ear and connected to Maria and gave her a whispered report.

<p lang="en-US">“We have prepared for this, do not worry. Your piece won't be in your purse and there is nothing to be concerned about in your car or your locker. I am also on my way with lawyers.”

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">--”--

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">The officer placed his hands into his hips and looked at Fiona. “Ah I think you are the trouble maker I heard about, I thing we start with you.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona just smiled.

<p lang="en-US">“We have ways to deal with out of state troublemakers and drug runners. You will soon stop smiling. Here I am the law! Now put your hands behind your head so I can search you.”

<p lang="en-US">He actually started searching Fiona but only found a cell phone. Then he ripped open her purse and threw the content on a table. there was nothing other than, make up and the usual things a girl carried. The officer broke open a compact, ripped open the wallet and tossed money and credit cards on the table. He sounded triumphant. “That is a lot of cash, you carry. What for, Drug dealing?”

<p lang="en-US">“There are no laws or school rules that limit the amount of cash choose to carry.”

<p lang="en-US">“Open her locker!”

<p lang="en-US">They cut the lock and opened it, there was absolute nothing in her locker.

<p lang="en-US">Carla could hear Gladiola gasp and say, “I saw her with lots of drugs! She stashed it in her locker,”

<p lang="en-US">The police man said. “I guess she has it in a body cavity or in her car. Miss I must search you more detailed. What car do you drive?”

<p lang="en-US">“The Koenigs Egg, it is parked on the street.” “What a fucked up answer is that? I asked you what car you drive and not what you want for breakfast. “It is a blue sports car outside on the street. I furhtercdemand a female officer to perform that search.”

<p lang="en-US">“You demand nothing! You do as I say.”

<p lang="en-US">Even the Principal cringed. “Sir, she has the right to be searched by a female office. Why don't you search the other lockers too? It seems you focus all your attention on the new girl. She just arrived yesterday, hardly enough time to have anything in her locker or dealing drugs.”

<p lang="en-US">“You don't tell me how I do my job. I have credible testimony she is a drug dealer.”

<p lang="en-US">He barked into his radio. “Her car is a blue sports car on the street. Open it and search it!”

<p lang="en-US">“Officer I like to inform you that my layer is on my cell phone and is listening to every word you said.”

<p lang="en-US">The police officer grabbed Fiona by the arm, just when Maria Sanchez and a man in Suit and two state troppers arrived. Maria said with a stern tone. “Unhand my ward at once.”

<p lang="en-US">“She is a drug dealer and I intend to search her find evidence and arrest her.”

<p lang="en-US">The suited man said. “I am District Attorney Brown and I have never seen such behavior of a Police officer. We heard every word you said and now you keep insisting? Let the girl go at once and state your evidence.”

<p lang="en-US">The policeman did get pale and let Fiona go. “I have credible testimony that she is dealing drugs and has a large amount in her posession. The school gave me permission to search.”

<p lang="en-US">“You may search her locker, desk and bags. You have no authority to search her car without search warrant and absolute no right to touch a female minor and search her. Name your credible source!”

<p lang="en-US">“I don't intend to reveal the indentity of an informant in the open.”

<p lang="en-US">“You are in a world of trouble, Officer. State troopers place this officer under arrest.”

<p lang="en-US">Maria said. “Mr Brown I like to file a lawsuit against the city and the police department and demand compensation for the destruction of property as well as bodily harm. When we are through with you, you will have to close city hall.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona waved and smiled at the officer. “Have a nice day, Officer. “

<p lang="en-US">She then gave Gladiola a victorious smile. The fat girl was completely confused and turned red.

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">The principal said. “I am deeply sorry for this, Class is dismissed for today.

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">Gladiola had personally put the cocaine in Fiona's locker only this morning and could not explain how the locker was empty. She had done it in a toilet break and was sure Fiona had not left the class room.

<p lang="en-US">It was late when her father came home, not wearing his uniform and he was furious. “You little bitch! You told me you would put the cocaine in her locker.”

<p lang="en-US">“I did.”

<p lang="en-US">“You screwed up, problably put it in the wrong locker. Do you know what happened? I have one of my best men suspended and faces a hearing The city received a 5 Million dollar lawsuit.

<p lang="en-US">If he talks I am also facing trouble. So you better get out of my face and ask me nothing!”

<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">Kelley and her friends met in her room. She hissed at Gladiola. “You screwed it all up, you have been humiliated and because of you we all are. I had a good mind throwing you out of the Squad. How could you mix up lockers?”

<p lang="en-US">Gladiola cried. “That is the only explanation. I must have mixed up lockers.”

<p lang="en-US">Liz said.”It was a good plan, but she is slicker than an eel. Having her lawyer listen in and that bumbling cop giving her all the ammunition she needed, even if they would have found something.”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley sighed. “We need a new plan, her legend grows.”

<p lang="en-US">Liz said. “I think I can convince a few guys from my Karate club to rough her up a bit, at the Halloween party? In the mean time we simply show the others how much richer we are and make her look cheap.”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley now smiled. “Yes that is a good plan.”

<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">It was already Wednesday and Cara stood with Fiona at the line in the Cafeteria. It was chicken nuggets and fries day and Fiona got a plate full, and as it seemed to be her habit already took two Orange Juice packs and a piece of fruit, this time a pack of grapes.. Cara once again just took a milk.

<p lang="en-US">Again she sat down with Fiona and moments later Betty and Emily joined asking, can we sit with you guys again. Sheena Saunders, who had been sick the last two days, also a popular and pretty girl. She had been bullied so badly by the Kelley Squad that she was sick a lot. Her father was a successful surgeon at the local hospital with a good going private clinic.

<p lang="en-US">Sheena, who was perhaps even prettier than Kelley had been in the Cheer Leading squad , but was beaten up by Liz as she did not obey to Kelley's demands and was then kicked out of the squad.

<p lang="en-US">She also carried her tray to the table and asked to join.

<p lang="en-US">Betty had visited her and told her all the news and now she felt better.

<p lang="en-US">It was the first time these girls even talked to Carla. On the one hand she really enjoyed to be with these girls and on the other hand she felt like a traitor when she looked into the direction of her real friends.

<p lang="en-US">Betty put her head close to Carla. “Your friend is so cool. The way she handled the cop and was totally cool the whole time.”

<p lang="en-US">Carl a good friend of Chat and also one of the football team stars of the school dropped his fork in a very clumsy and obvious way and then went to his knees, right across where Fiona was sitting.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona actually spread her legs a little and said. “Hoe you got a good view from down there. Perhaps as close as you ever been seeing lace panties, need a light or something?”

<p lang="en-US">He got up with a sheepish grin and red face, while he was teased by his friends, but he seemed very proud of himself.

<p lang="en-US">Emily giggled and said to Carla. “Boys will be boys. Love 'em, hate 'em they never change.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla nodded and wondered what it took to have such natural confidence as Fiona seemed to have in every situation. Emily still talking to Carla said. “I love your black lipstick. It takes a lot to pull it off, but on you it looks cool. It's so different.”

<p lang="en-US">Emily had never talked to her before and certainly never like that. She almost felt as if she had become a popular girl too.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona looked at her tray and said. “Anyone care for this. I am not really hungry.”

<p lang="en-US">Cara liked her lips involuntarely and said. “I don't mind. Hate to see them tossed.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona smiled. “I am glad you do, I too hate wasting food either.”

<p lang="en-US">She again glanced at her old friends and felt guilty. She still was a looser, she felt sitting next to a star, and some of Fiona's popularity, some of her aura included her and that is why she suddenly was seen and talked to.

<p lang="en-US">Chad came over. “I like you Fiona, really do, but Kelley is my girl friend and thanks to you she is angry at me. So I am warning you.”

<p lang="en-US">A big black guy tapped Chat on the shoulder. “Listen cracker fuck, this Dame is under my protection and under the protection of the South Siders. That dame is the coolest, she's da bomb. You threaten that lady you threaten the hood, homey. “ The Black guy actually bowed a little and said to Fiona. “Did that jock bother you at all?”

<p lang="en-US">Chad backed up with a pale face. “I never hurt a girl anyway. Didn't mean no disrespect.”

<p lang="en-US">“You remember that, boy.”

<p lang="en-US">The black guy waited till Chad was gone and said “Ma'am Fiona do you mind if me and the boys have a word with you over by the baseball court? I wanted to show you something.” Fiona got up. “Of course, John. It is John right?”

<p lang="en-US">As she left Betty said. “Even the bad boys like her.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla said. “She kicked their butts, Tuesday morning. Four of them and like nothing. But then her father used to be in the Marines and he taught her how to fight,”

<p lang="en-US">The entire table even a few popular girls and guys from a neighbor table listened and Emily said. “You know stuff about Fiona? You really are her friend.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla said. “She isn't...” Betty interrupted and told the others. “Fiona helped her in the math test and she got an English C because Fiona helped her. That looks like BFF to me.”

<p lang="en-US">Sheena said. “Yes and Betty told me she beat up Liz to protect you.”

<p lang="en-US">“It wasn't like that...”

<p lang="en-US">Anika Hereford, an immensly popular girl from another class, her father was a famous attorney said. “You should come over to my house. We have a little party on Friday. Halloween theme and no worries not everyone is in the squad.

<p lang="en-US">Carla could not believe the situation. Six popular girls all talking to her and Anika even inviting her, Anika was rich and lived in a very rich neighborhood. In all her school time she had never been invited to any of the parties.

<p lang="en-US">One of the girls said. “Its time you stepped up and away from those loosers you always hang out with.”

<p lang="en-US">That stung her painfully, mainly because she didn't defend her friends but tried to smile.

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">The black guy had taken me to the basketball court, eight other black guys. All tall, muscular and scary looking were there as well. One of them holding a Basketball.

<p lang="en-US">John looked around to make sure no teacher was around and pulled a Gerber Puma Knife. “Did you mean this one?”

<p lang="en-US">I smiled. “Yes that is a good one, not my personal choice but a good all around knife and good for fighting and defense too. It has a nice balance, good solid lock. “I opened it with a flick of my wrist. “16 on the Rockwell scale, won't break or bend and cut through kevlar bones and meat.” John pointed at me. “Did you see this shit, did you see how she opened that knife. A girl that knows knifes.”

<p lang="en-US">One of them pulled a Buckmaster Speed folder. “Can you do that with this knife too?”

<p lang="en-US">I did.

<p lang="en-US">“Can you show me how?”

<p lang="en-US">“Sure, it's really easy. You place your thumb and index finger like that on the release and then flick your wrist.”

<p lang="en-US">He howled in delight. “Yo brothers check this out that is the shit.”

<p lang="en-US">John said. “You have a knife?”

<p lang="en-US">I reached for my back and pulled the Sikes Fairban. They got big eyes. “Holy shit, that looks wicked.. What is it?” “The knife of the British commandos. It has only one purpose, it kills.”

<p lang="en-US">One of the big one snarled. “You are a cool chick as John said you are but knifes are for loosers, on the street yo need heat.”

<p lang="en-US">He looked around and then showed me a small Midnight special. The cheapest one there was.

<p lang="en-US">“Good Lord, that thing could hurt you more than it hurts the guy you aiming at and if you do that dumb sideways gangsta shit it might even jam on you. A knife always works.”

<p lang="en-US">He was not sure if he should be angry, could tell so I opened my purse and their eyes went wide as I pulled the Kimberly.

<p lang="en-US">“This is a Colt Commander in Caliber 45, reliable, accurate and small enough to carry concealed. I prefer it over that 98 dollar junk. “ John the biggest of them said. “Don't mess with mama Fiona, that girl packs some serious fire power, Nigga. She blows your brain out before you know it. She ain kidding around. Thats some serious heat. Put your piece of shit away before she dies laughing.

<p lang="en-US">Another one said. “What did you mean by sideways shit? It's how we roll. It's cool!

<p lang="en-US">“I rather win a gun fight than to be cool and dead. Ever seen a soldier, a cop or a special agent ever holding a gun sideways? Those are professionals training gun craft all their lives and use it daily. If there would be any benefit holding a gun sideways don't you think they would do that?”

<p lang="en-US">John smaked the other guy. “You know she makes a lot of sense. I never seen no pig doing it.” I said. “Automatics can jam if you hold them sideways as the magazine might not feed as it should. You have no sights, can't use double hand control and the brass is all over your face or goes places it shouldn't. Sideways is bad.”

<p lang="en-US">One of them said. “Now if you could throw hoops, you'd be the coolest chick ever and the first white I really take serious.”

<p lang="en-US">I snatched the ball from him and threw it through the hoop right from where I was standing and said. “Girls can play basketball too.”

<p lang="en-US">“Damn that was some serious throw.” John said. “Will you come to the hood this afternoon and show me how to use that knife for real”

<p lang="en-US">Another one said. “You be safe we promise.”

<p lang="en-US">“Your word is good enough for me. Sure I come by, just tell me where.”

<p lang="en-US">John scratched his head. “You're new in town I forgot.”

<p lang="en-US">“How about I take you there after school and you show me the way. I got a car.”

<p lang="en-US">John again made wide eyes. “You will be seen with me in your car.”

<p lang="en-US">“So? I don't give a hoot who sees what.” “You're alright, you really are alright.”

<p lang="en-US">

<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">He waited for me on the school exit and pointed to an old Cadillac, “the homeys ride my car. Just follow them.”

<p lang="en-US">“Alright let's go.”

<p lang="en-US">He stopped in his tracks as I approached the STS I had taken to school today. “That's your ride?” “Well sometimes it is, is something wrong with it?”

<p lang="en-US">“That's the coolest most expensive Cadillac there is.”

<p lang="en-US">“Could be, I didn't really check on the prices. I just like the way it looks and drives.”

<p lang="en-US">He fell silent as I pulled out of the parking lot and he touched the fine leather.

<p lang="en-US">I followed the old Eldorado and we entered a very bad neighborhood. Black men standing at corners eyed the car with hostile eyes.

<p lang="en-US">I said. “Something the matter, you're so quiet.”

<p lang="en-US">“I was just thinking that you rich whites usually never give us the time of day, but you seem different and you certainly seem rich.”

<p lang="en-US">“My dad always said Marines come in one color and that is green. I really don't like assholes, but you will find they come in all colors and sizes.”

<p lang="en-US">He grinned wide. “That's the truth.”

<p lang="en-US">We stopped at a Youth hang out, a rusty sign called it Youth Outreach Center and there was a small crowd of blacks gathering as I pulled up and stopped.

<p lang="en-US">He said. “Not to worry, they are all homeys. They're cool. Anyone giving you any shit deals with me.”

<p lang="en-US">We got out and the ones from the school immideatley surrounded the car. “What a ride.”

<p lang="en-US">John said. “It rides like a rocket sled on rails, smooth!”

<p lang="en-US">They led me to a stinky, dump that seemed to be gym of sorts and for the next three hours I showed them how to fight with a knife. At first there was some cat calls and daunts but then there was silence and now there were calls and comments of deep respect.

<p lang="en-US">Then an adult gangsta type with gold bling stepped before the watching crowd. “I watched you, you are good. Real good with that knife and you show the boys without fear. I like that.”

<p lang="en-US">John said. “Malcom my man, that is the chick I told you about. She's cool.”

<p lang="en-US">“I just wanted to see her, the whole hood is abuzz about a blonde in an STS hanging out with the South Siders. Wanted to make sure its true and not some competition moving in.”

<p lang="en-US">“She's cool Malcom, goes to our school.”

<p lang="en-US">I looked at my watch. “Well it has been fun, but it is getting late. I need to go home.”

<p lang="en-US">--””---

<p lang="en-US">back home I sat in my study, with Maria across my desk. As usual she briefed me about the daily things and wanted to hear about my day.

<p lang="en-US">After she heard my story about the black gang, she said. “That Malcom guy is a pretty big drug dealer and a very dangerous man. It might be good to have a connection to the Underworld but play it careful”

<p lang="en-US">“I will, I won't make that my main hang out.”

<p lang="en-US">Our lawsuit against the city is progressing well and it looks like they want to settle out of court. We are suing for 8 Million and they know they will loose in federal court, so they offer three and hope it goes away. The city can't really afford the three,but eight would bancrupt them. What do you want us to do, go to court or accept?”

<p lang="en-US">“Make a counter offer, ask for four and a general retail licence and all permits green lighted for our hardware store project.”

<p lang="en-US">“Very good idea. We obtained the entire block and the property for the Garden Center. The city already granted us a general Merchandising license already. They are eager to get new business in.

<p lang="en-US">Town. Tomorrow General Contractor will be there to begin partial demolition, place cranes and fences. The Architect Team will have the first plans for your approval.

<p lang="en-US">I like to inspect the property and perhaps be seen from across the street. I like a little show, Architects, Engineers, Workers, Site security. Lots of vans, trucks and tradesmen. The works.”

<p lang="en-US">“You really are your mother's daughter. It is amazing how similar you think and act.”

<p lang="en-US">“It is easy with help and friends like you.” She smiled. “We are dedicated to you in ways could not possibly understand right now, but it makes me very proud when you say what you just said.” She put another folder before me. “The Think tank believes that we could buy and reopen the mill. We refurbish it to produce high quality special steels, not the crude steel they pumped out for decades. We can't compete with China on that level, but there is a demanding market for the very high grade speciality steel. Some of our own companies are demanding such steel. We also think we can keep the Union out with work contracts and such.

<p lang="en-US">There is still a industry specialized labor force in town. The State would give us great incentives. Free water, low taxes, subsidized power and the entire Mill area for a nominal dollar. We could actually use the investment costs to hide some of our profits and we think we can do it for about 40 Billion and get us the most modern Steel Work in the world. There is still lots of coal and ore in the region as well.

<p lang="en-US">“I have that much?”

<p lang="en-US">“Remember what I told you before? You could privately finance twenty such projects and not feel any chance in your life style. However your private fortune won't be touched. You have plenty of corporate resources to finance it. We will borrow the money from one of your investment banks, write the expenses of at one end and raise profit at the other. Most of the work will be done by construction companies you own and all in all you basically pushing some money from one end to the other, minus the labor costs.”

<p lang="en-US">Officially it will be a joint project if Bethlhem Steel, Carghill and Tri corp. But you own all three companies, of course some of the details are not meant for the public, but no one needs to know the details.”

<p lang="en-US">“Mother approves?”

<p lang="en-US">“Your Mother has made you her living heir, you are the sole decission maker,but I can assure you she watches every step and approves.”

<p lang="en-US">I swallowed thinking about the 40 Billion and said. “What do I need to do to approve it? Go to a bank, a board meeting or sign something?” “All that comes later and in another challenge, unless you really want to do it, but this is for the world anyway. All you really have to do for this or any project, is say so and it will be done. You have an army of minions and helpers willing to die for you, just like me.”

<p lang="en-US">I leaned back. “I green light it, but I would like to keep the whole project as quiet as possible. I like to hit the market with with a thunderclap and hit the market with product before any competition has a real chance to react. So no press releases and such.”

<p lang="en-US">“I arrange it to keep it as low key as possible.”

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<p lang="en-US">The next day I took the Bugatti Vento to school and managed to park the super car behind two work vans and went inside.

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<p lang="en-US">--””--

<p lang="en-US">Carla actually looked forward to go to school. It was all of a sudden exciting, new things seemed to happen every day.

<p lang="en-US">She met her old friends as usual in the bicycle shelter and this time Rob was alright and no one else was here.

<p lang="en-US">Bianca greeted her by saying. “The Hood boys were here and said sorry to Rob and they also said they wanted to make sure the place is alright.”

<p lang="en-US">Kim however glared at Carla. “You are not really one of us anymore, right? You are a popular person now.”

<p lang="en-US">“Nonsense, I am still the same looser.” “But you did not show up at the hang out and you sit with the popular kids now.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla said. “I actually studied for the History test we have today. The rest is only because I sit next to Fiona and everyone thinks I am her friend.”

<p lang="en-US">Kim said, “Are you?”

<p lang="en-US">“Don't be silly.I know next to noting about her. She glows like a Star and I get dragged into the light. She will soon get tired of me.

<p lang="en-US">Maria said. “They are, well me too just a little jealous but I am happy for you and I think you should enjoy the ride while it lasts.”

<p lang="en-US">Rob said. “Can you ask her what perfume she wears now? And maybe what lipstick. I love her shade.”

<p lang="en-US">“Rob, you sit right behind me, almost as close.Why don't you ask her. I still feel totally akward asking her anything.” “I can't even look at her without completely freezing up, I am sure the other guys beat me up if I try to get near her and what would she think if a guy asks her about lipstick. She will laugh! “

<p lang="en-US">It was only Thursday and it had already become a ritual. Everyone waited for Fiona to arrive and she did not disapoint today either. Today she was wearing a gorgeous pink sweater and low rise painted on jeans and cute heeled booties. She had a real Hermes scarf and leather jacket with fur trim.

<p lang="en-US">Carla again smelled the heavenly perfume and Fiona greeted her friendly and with an open smile as she sat down.Everyone except Kelley and her Posse greeted the girl and boys melted as she waved and smiled at them.

<p lang="en-US">Carla as usually was slumping in her chair and made sure much hair fell into her face, obscuring her, but then she leaned forward summoned her courage and said meekly. “Fiona what, I mean I was wondering, uh I mean what perfume are you wearing?”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona turned and smiled. “It is called Sunflowers from Liz Arden. She pulled a little silver atomized out of her purse. “Want to try?”

<p lang="en-US">Carla almost dropped the little heavy thing. It was encrusted with a wide band of sparkling stones and had a stylized FR encraved and a Crest of some kind. She sprayed some of it on her wrists and put her nose to it, closed her eyes and for a brief moment she felt as beautiful and alluring as Fiona and it was a wonderful feeling.

<p lang="en-US">Rob who sat right behind Carla and next to Rosa also closed his eyes and tried to get as much of the scent.

<p lang="en-US">Betty who sat across the isle next to Carla said. “What a heavenly scent, Cara.”

<p lang="en-US">She held up the atomized. “It's not mine it is Fiona's “

<p lang="en-US">Fiona waved her hand. “Go ahead you can try as much as you like.”

<p lang="en-US">Betty did and so did Emily who adored the Atomizer and saw the little proofing stamp.

<p lang="en-US">Kelley who sat in the third row across the isle of Emily waved her hand before her nose, “What a stink. A hooker smells better than that.”

<p lang="en-US">Emily held up the Atomizer. “You're just jealous. Famous rich Kelley. This is a real Cartier Cartier atomizer diamonds with platinum. Go show us all your atomizer. Come on we all want to see how a real rich Kelley Horton uses perfume!”

<p lang="en-US">Almost everyone was now turning and looking, but this was not the attention Kelley wanted. “I forgot mine at home. It is very expensive and much more so than this aluminum and rhinestone knock off.”

<p lang="en-US">Betty smiled .”Yeah, yeah we all got big stuff at home. I just forgot my pink elephant.”

<p lang="en-US">Emily held the atomizer. “Aluminum does not come with proofing stamps and rhine stones can't do that. She moved the diamond band across a coke bottle and the glass was scratched. “Rich and famous Kelley can't even tell the difference between Diamonds and Rhinestones...makes one wonder.”

<p lang="en-US">Corina leaned forward. “Well none of you loosers have the new I Phone, Kelly does! With pink case!”

<p lang="en-US">Emily said. “Since you don't have one does that make you a looser as well, Corina?” Kelley however smiled again and theatrically pulled an I Phone out of her bag. It was inside a rhine stone and pin plastic case. Betty handed the Atomizer back to Carla and said to Fiona who was paying little attention as she was reading a book. “Hey Fiona do you have a Cell phone?”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona looked up from her book and a little distracted reached in her bag. “Do you need to make a call or something?” Betty grinned wickedly. “Ah yes I need to make a call.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona handed her a phone and returned reading her book.

<p lang="en-US">Betty gasped. “That is the Armani 9!”

<p lang="en-US">The whole class gathered around Betty and Emily, even Kelley could no longer sit and came over. “Nonsense, no one has that! It just came out is made of Platinum and costs 45,000 dollars. Not to mention the Amani exclusive service that makes the phone so special.”

<p lang="en-US">Betty admiringly stroked the phone and it came on with the floating Armani logo

<p lang="en-US">Betty swooned. “Now that is how a girl makes phone calls.”

<p lang="en-US">That is so new there aren't any knock offs, that is a real Armani 9”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley was not convinced and snorted. “Yeah right.”

<p lang="en-US">Betty leaned over to Fiona. “Fiona is this an Armani 9?”

<p lang="en-US">The new girl looked up and it was clear she was wondering about the crowd around Bettys desk.” Yes it is, it is not locked. You can use it, phone calls is the icon left and the Armani service is the top icon, if you need the service, tell em its okay.”

<p lang="en-US">She went back reading her book and Betty said. “Now our declared queen and super expert on luxury declared that this is a knock off, right?”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley had her arms crossed and snarled .”There is no way this blonde looser has a real Armani 9. She is just a fake just like that phone.I happened to see the news on that phone as well. It comes with an exclusive service. It is only for the upper 1% and costs 20,000 a year.”

<p lang="en-US">Betty tapped the Service symbol and a neatly dressed man wearing tie and shirt and a jacket with the Armani logo. “I am Mike your Armani Service specialist what can I do for you, Ms. Rockford?. “If I wanted to take a champagne bath in the Khani tower in Dubai, can you help?”

<p lang="en-US">“of course, Ms. Rockford. I am sending you a helicopter to your location. And it will take you to the next air port. I can arrange for a charter or do you want to use your own jet? I can make immideate reservation for the top suite and make sure they fly enough Dom Perignot to Dubai to enjoy your bath. Do you prefer a certain vintage?”

<p lang="en-US">Betty gasped. “Ah not at the moment, Mike. This was just a hypothetical question, never mind.”

<p lang="en-US">Mike nodded gracefully. “Anything for our Diamante Customer, Ms Rockford. Is there anything else I can assist you with?”

<p lang="en-US">“No.” The Assistant disappeared and Emily found her voice. “I didn't believe it myself, that is a real Armani 9, Oh my God!”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley was clearly furious and Betty said to her. “Who's the looser now? I phones are so common. Unless you left your Armani 9 right next to your Cartier Atomizer back home.”

<p lang="en-US">Kelley turned with an angry sound and she fumed as she heard giggles and laughter. She, Kelley Horton was the center of ridicule and laughter.

<p lang="en-US">The teacher came in and said .”Sorry class that I am late, but my car broke down and I had to wait for a tow truck.”

<p lang="en-US">Emily smirked. “Well you should get you an Armani 9. They would have send you a limo or a helicopter.” The teacher grinned. “What a silly statement. No mere mortal can afford one of these .I saw the report last week on TV. Betty handed Fiona the phone back in such a way the teacher could see it. “Well perhaps our new class mate is no mere mortal then.”

<p lang="en-US">Mr. Roken gasped and cleared his throat. “Well put you toys and knock offs away and let us get started.Since I am late we won't do the test today but I want you to open your lab tops and read up on American Presidents. Pick anyone you like, but I expect you to deliver me an oral report by next class.

<p lang="en-US">Clara had to go and get one of the worn out, junk laptops from the class room closet. And so did Maria, Bianca and Kim. Rob had his own but it was only marginally better than the school ones.

<p lang="en-US">Fiona pulled a super flat Alien Wear Super Triton out of her Louis Vitton carry case and this time it was Kim who swooned silently.

<p lang="en-US">The teacher was grading papers or something and Rick Alister who had an Eye for Betty but now was totally in love with Fiona leaned forward to to Betty and whispered. “Did that Armani dude on the phone say something about “own Jet”?

<p lang="en-US">Betty nodded and whispered back. “He did”

<p lang="en-US">“Wow.”

<p lang="en-US">Carla still held Fionas atomizer and wished she could hand it back to Rob, but that would have exposed Rob even more and so she leaned over and said. “Fiona?”

<p lang="en-US">“Yes?”

<p lang="en-US">“Here is your perfume back, it is lovely.”

<p lang="en-US">“You can ask me anytime for it, or even better I bring you some of it tomorrow.”

<p lang="en-US">“Would you?”

<p lang="en-US">“Of course.”

<p lang="en-US">“Uhm you know a friend of mine was kind of wondering if you could tell him, I mean me what kind of Lipstick you use?” “My favorite is Cherries in the Snow by Liz Arden. I do like real reds and sometimes wear Simply Red by Channel, but today with a pink sweater I wear Peach Blossoms by Channel. Want to try?”

<p lang="en-US">“Ah I don't want to ruin your lip stick with my black grease. Thank you though.”

<p lang="en-US">She could her Rob sigh behind her and

<p lang="en-US">“No worries about that.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona held her two lipsticks out. “Peach Blossoms and Cherries in the Snow.”

<p lang="en-US">Clara pulled her own mirror and wiped of her own black, already faded black lipstick and opened the heavy golden lipstick. Everything Fiona had was of luxurious subsance, nothing seemed to be cheap plastic and she painted her lips with the deep and rich red shade and it looked nice.

<p lang="en-US">The teacher walked up and said. “Ms. Rockford I see you discuss make Up, so you don't find American Presidents not interesting enough to hold your attention?”

<p lang="en-US">“I find our history very interesting Mr. Roken. It appears every teacher in this school has a serious problem with preconceptions however.”

<p lang="en-US">“Well then Ms Rockford. I won't make the same mistake as the Math teacher. You tell me you know all there is to know about the president you picked?”

<p lang="en-US">“I do not know all of it but enough to satisfy the requirements of any High school teacher on that subject.”

<p lang="en-US">“Which president?”

<p lang="en-US">“Pick one?”

<p lang="en-US">“You mean you know all 48..”

<p lang="en-US">“Indeed.” “Then I like to hear an oral report on Richard Coolige.”

<p lang="en-US">Fiona begun and mentioned dates, family connections ,election numbers opponents, the cabinet, issues and details. She could recite parts of speeches, named important decisions and anecdotes in great detail.

<p lang="en-US">Mr. Roken threw his hands in the air. “You could write an expert book on Coolige and I buy it. I hope the rest paid at least a little attention at this actually quite interesting report. I grade this as a A+++ sadly that is as high I can go.”

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<p lang="en-US">We are going for five days and I am handing out a checklist of things each of you need to complete before then. I will also collect 150 dollars of everyone next Tuesday. For those among you that need assistance with that, please go to the Principals Off

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