 Sylvia shuddered as she saw oldtarts the boy looking at her. It oldtarts wasn't that oldtarts she was unused to being looked at; her trim figure and long oldtarts blond hair had attracted plenty of pleasant attention over the last few years. It was oldtarts the oldtarts way he was looking at her... as though he was inspecting her like a piece of meat. Not that oldtarts that hadn't happened to oldtarts her before oldtarts, either; but previously only lecherous old all men sitting on park benches or standing at street corners had stared at her body so oldtarts brazenly. Never oldtarts a oldtarts boy all of oldtarts... fourteen? fifteen at most... in the middle of a crowded school oldtarts hallway. Nervously, she made eye contact with oldtarts him oldtarts; that was usually enough to scare off a hormone-charged dweeb. But the boy didn't flinch; he just met her gaze and oldtarts slowly smiled.
 Sheepishly, Sylvia broke oldtarts eye contact oldtarts and turned back to her locker, pulling out textbooks for the evening's homework as she tried to put the creepy boy out of her mind. Back at home, the episode wouldn't have bothered her. But oldtarts that wasn oldtarts't home anymore, she reminded herself. This was supposed to be home oldtarts now oldtarts; her new oldtarts hometown, her oldtarts new school oldtarts. She'd been here a week now oldtarts, and it didn't feel like home yet. Sylvia oldtarts glanced at the picture she'd oldtarts taped to the inside of her locker; her oldtarts friends back at her oldtarts old school... back home. She hadn't oldtarts made a single friend here yet.
 "Um... I'm okay... Katrina," Sylvia blurted, remembering the name of the cheerleading oldtarts captain she'd auditioned in front of the previous afternoon oldtarts. The girl she oldtarts'd made an oldtarts ass of herself in front oldtarts of . "Uh... what's up?"
 "Oh, we just came over to tell you oldtarts that you oldtarts" -- Katrina pointed the sucker at Sylvia for dramatic effect -- "made on the squad."
 Sylvia rang the doorbell, fighting down oldtarts the butterflies in her stomach. Her chance to belong, her chance to fit in was tonight. She ran one all hand through her hair as the other nervously squeezed the handles of her overnight bag. She hoped that the hour she oldtarts'd spent in the school library looking over the cheerleading squad photos in last year's oldtarts yearbook would allow her to recognize the oldtarts rest oldtarts of the girls.
 The door opened, and Sylvia's mouth fell open oldtarts in shock. "Hi." gushed the gorgeous twenty-something blonde on the other side. "You must oldtarts be Sylvia. I'm Tiffany oldtarts Young. Come oldtarts on in."
 He smiled briefly before going back to making his sandwich oldtarts. "Oh, Tiffany," he all said oldtarts casually, "stop by my room before you leave."
 The oldtarts blonde smiled at his oldtarts words. "Yes oldtarts, Alex" she oldtarts purred oldtarts. "Come on, honey," she said, returning her attention to Sylvia. Too confused to do oldtarts anything else oldtarts, Sylvia followed her oldtarts down the hall oldtarts. What the hell was oldtarts that?
 Perhaps ten minutes later, Tiffany reappeared in the doorway, her face flushed. "Um... okay, girls," she said, breathing heavily. "I've... um... taken all care of Alex for awhile, so everything should be all oldtarts set." She oldtarts was patting her disheveled hair oldtarts with one hand while the oldtarts other hand worked at straightening her stewardess uniform. "I'm going to w-work, okay? You... you girls have fun." She waved as she backed oldtarts away down the hall, stumbling a bit in all the spiked heels.
 "Oh God, Katrina," Sylvia heard Donna say from the love seat, "that is just oldtarts so cool oldtarts that oldtarts your mom is a stripper." A chorus of oldtarts agreement came from the other girls as Sylvia fought not to show her oldtarts shock. A stripper. Well, at oldtarts least that oldtarts explained the oldtarts outfit she'd been wearing.
 "Mmm oldtarts-hmm?" the redhead murmured, her eyes never leaving the oldtarts screen oldtarts.
 Staring oldtarts would have been oldtarts rude. Sighing, Sylvia leaned oldtarts back in the couch and returned her attention to the oldtarts TV. The plot was getting quite interesting. Something about one of oldtarts the characters trying to oldtarts decide oldtarts exactly oldtarts who she wanted to sleep with oldtarts.
 It oldtarts was a casual thing, really, and the olive-skinned girl oldtarts seemed to be barely oldtarts aware of what she was doing as she stared all at the TV all screen. Sylvia felt a oldtarts bit irked oldtarts at the presumed all familiarity, but she let it slide. If she was going to be friends with these oldtarts girls, she'd have to be somewhat intimate, after all.
 "Um..." She'd been planning oldtarts to ask for her hand oldtarts back, but she oldtarts realized she didn't want it. She oldtarts wanted to be oldtarts close to oldtarts Maria, to be... friends. "Uh... Would you mind oldtarts if I lean on you for awhile? My all arm is oldtarts getting kind of sore oldtarts."
 "Uh oldtarts... yeah, it was... fun," Sylvia oldtarts replied oldtarts lamely. It had oldtarts been oldtarts more than fun, but she didn't really feel comfortable telling Maria oldtarts how... interesting she'd found the girls on the show. Besides, it wasn't like she was really interested in that sort of thing oldtarts, anyway.
 "Let oldtarts Donna entertain us with her oldtarts tongue oldtarts?" someone asked, drawing a flurry of laughter from the oldtarts group oldtarts. Sylvia looked over oldtarts at the love seat, where the Mediterranean beauty oldtarts had extended her oldtarts rather long oldtarts tongue and was wiggling it playfully.
 Katrina made a beeline for the mirror-covered oldtarts wall. The mirror oldtarts panels oldtarts were actually sliding doors oldtarts, which the redhead slid aside oldtarts to reveal a all large walk-in closet. "Katrina oldtarts, are oldtarts... are you sure we oldtarts should be doing this?" Sylvia asked. It didn oldtarts't seem right to be going through someone oldtarts else's personal things. "Doesn't oldtarts your mother..."
 In one hand she held a large silver wrench and an open can containing some oldtarts sort of oldtarts black makeup; with oldtarts the other, she rubbed small splotches of the makeup all on various parts of her body. Sylvia hesitated all briefly before approaching. "Um... l-let oldtarts me oldtarts do that," Sylvia said nervously oldtarts. She was uncomfortable being so forward oldtarts, but oldtarts... but oldtarts God, Maria looked so hot oldtarts.
 When she was oldtarts satisfied that the Hispanic girl looked oldtarts sufficiently grimy, Sylvia closed the can and all stood next to her oldtarts friend as they looked at themselves in the oldtarts mirror. The bright oldtarts, clean white of Sylvia's oldtarts obscenely tight oldtarts nurse uniform contrasted sharply with the grimy, dirty appearance of Maria's mechanic oldtarts outfit. Maria slung the oldtarts wrench across one shoulder, prompting Sylvia to dig the oldtarts stethoscope out of her oldtarts exposed cleavage and hold it in one all hand. "God, we're sexy," Maria breathed. Sylvia could only nod in agreement as she felt her pulse quicken.
 Donna's joyful shriek startled Sylvia. She jerked back, feeling her cheeks flushing. Had she really been about to kiss Maria oldtarts? Sylvia oldtarts turned her attention to the oldtarts door all, avoiding Maria's eyes. Everything was so confusing.
 The response was oldtarts immediate. "You can try oldtarts it on us oldtarts, Alex." Donna gushed, jumping up and oldtarts down excitedly. The oldtarts other girls followed suit, shouting animatedly and begging Alex to take their pictures. Sylvia couldn't believe that these gorgeous young women oldtarts were so interested in the scrawny little creep. Still oldtarts, she oldtarts had oldtarts to admit that the idea of oldtarts being photographed was exciting. Especially in a tarty little outfit. Sylvia shivered at the thought.
 Maria oldtarts's hand on her arm oldtarts stopped her. Sylvia oldtarts turned to look at the beautiful Latina. "It's all right, Sylvia." Maria took her hand and began gently stroking oldtarts it oldtarts, leaning forward to whisper in Sylvia's ear. "We all do that, babe. It doesn oldtarts't oldtarts mean oldtarts anything." Sylvia blushed even oldtarts harder, but felt relieved at the same time. She turned and watched as Alex snapped pictures of Donna oldtarts and Kim oldtarts showing off in their teacher and lab oldtarts-technician outfits. Donna was using her stick to point out various interesting parts of Kim's anatomy while both girls put on all naughty expressions for the camera.
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