Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2012 19:38:54 -0400
From: numlfl C <numlfl@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Student Reporters

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     The Student Reporters

By Chris

       	She walked into the small classroom feeling excited and also a bit
nervous as she always did for the first day of classes of the semester. But
this time, she was a bit more nervous, but not because she was afraid that
she wouldn't pass the class, but because she knew the professor was going
to pick on her to no end. Also a little of her nervousness was because this
was the first day of classes of her senior year of college.  This was the
beginning of the end and soon it would be over and she would be out in the
real world. Instead of depending on her writing abilities to get her good
grades, she would be depending on them to earn a living. She had confidence
in her ability to write but whether people would like what she wrote and
more importantly be willing to spend their hard earned money on it was a
whole different matter. This was becoming more of a concern for her and
sometimes kept her up at night.

       She shook those thoughts from her head as she crossed the room
sitting in the front seat on the far side of the classroom. She didn't know
why, but that was always where she sat when she could. She opened her
laptop and got it started. As it warmed up, she took a small cloth from her
purse, using it to clean her glasses. Slowly her fellow classmates began to
wander into the classroom, some of the students she knew, some better than
others, from her other classes but a few she didn't as this was a
journalism class and she hadn't taken many of those classes. She began to
talk to the boy sitting beside of her as they waited for class to begin.

       She was in mid sentence when a slim blond young woman who had this
air of confidence about her came into the room causing her to lose her
train of thought. The boy she was talking turned to see what or who had
caught her attention and when he turned back around her had the same smile
on his face as she did. The young blond had a bright smile that made her
even prettier. Her eyes flashed with excitement and that drew the young
woman to her. She had on designer jeans and a designer blouse that looked
very expensive. She also had on a pair of sandals that strapped up her
calves that were in style and all the rich girls on campus were wearing
them. There was also the look of determination on her face that told her
that this was a woman that would not stop until she got what she was
after. If she had known then, just how much trouble this pretty girl would
get her into, she would have went screaming out the door instead of smiling
at her when she looked her way.

       However she never got the chance to flee as the professor,
Dr. Laurence, came into the room in his electric wheelchair. He had taken a
bullet from a sniper in the back while covering an uprising in the Middle
East. He was a well know and well respected reporter that had been all over
the world covering about every dangerous situation that there was. When he
had recovered from his wound, he went back to school getting his
doctorate's degree and then he came back home to teach at this midsize
state university, immediately making it's journalism program one of the
best and the one young people who wanted to be a reporter come to. He went
over to the desk putting his briefcase upon it, opening it, and taking out
the role. He began to call out names, the one and only time he would do so
during the semester.  He didn't need to after that first day as no one who
really wanted to be a reporter would dare miss one of his classes.

       He got to the third name on the list and he put the role down and he
stared right at her. "Well I'll be damn, here you are again Alphabet, you
just keep coming back. I do remember a few years back you saying that hell
would freeze over before you'd take one my classes again but yet you keep
coming back."

       "I was a freshman then and besides I'm still waiting for you to
actually teach me something." She spit back at him and she heard a couple
of gasps from the back of the room. But then they didn't know her and
Dr. Laurence's history. At times she loved the man and at times she hated
him but she knew that while he picked on her unmercifully, he also brought
the best out in her writing.

       "Well if you would stop being so damn stubborn and listen to me,
then maybe I would be able to teach you something," He spat back in a huff
before picking the role back up and started to call out the rest of the
names. While he acted like he was pissed at her for what she said, she
could see the gleam in his eyes. He loved it when a student dared to
challenge him and at the same time challenge themselves.

       While he continued to call out the role her mind went back to when
she was a freshman and she had taken her first class with him as the
professor.  She handed in her first paper to him thinking that she had done
well on it. At the next class she just knew she had done well when he
started out the class reading aloud her paper and it was all she could do
not to grin from ear to ear feeling so proud of herself. However once he
finished reading, he then proceeded to point out all her errors in front of
everyone. It was all she could do not to cry in front of him and that
night, that night she cried herself to sleep swearing never to go back to
that class and never ever have him as a professor.

       But when she woke up the next morning, she was determined to prove
Dr.  Laurence wrong; she got up and immediately began to write her next
paper for his class.  However she what she actually did was to proved him
right; as he saw her talent and was intent on bring out the best in
her. When she got her grade at the end of the semester she found that he
had given her an A when she was expecting a C at best. So when she got back
on campus after Christmas break, she went to see him even though she didn't
have a class with him. It was during their conversation, that she realized
that she had learned a great deal from him and that he thought that she
could be a talented writer one day but she wasn't there yet.

       So after that, she took more of his writing classes and they fussed
and fought for the whole semester. Normally she was a shy quiet girl but he
had the ability to push her buttons and thus turn her into someone who
would stand up for herself. She was still quiet and shy, but she had
learned how to fight back and also she had learned to become a better
writer. However no matter how much better she got, he would demand more and
pick on her just as much as he did during that first class. She just didn't
go back to her dorm and cry like she did the first time; however she did
get up the next morning determined to prove him wrong all over again.

       She got her thoughts back on the class when he got to last name on
the list and that name was Jillian Zackary and the "Here" that she heard
came from the stylish, pretty girl, the girl who would get her into so much
trouble.

       Dr. Laurence then went over what they would be studying in this
investigative journalism class.  She wasn't going to be a reporter but she
took this class as she felt it would help her when she needed to do
research for one of her future books. While she planned on writing fiction,
basing it on a little bit of the truth would always lend a little bit of
believability to the book. Besides this would be her last chance to take
one of Dr.  Laurence's classes so she couldn't pass up the chance to fight
with Dr. Laurence one more time.

       Dr. Laurence told the class that the final and most of their grade
would be based on an investigative article of their choosing. He would
teach them the tools that they would need and help them along the way. They
would do the article either on their own or with a partner from the
class. The class only met once a week on Mondays for two hours so they had
a week to decide what they wanted to do the article upon and if to do it
alone or with someone. He then talked for the rest of the two hour class as
he moved his wheelchair from one side of the room to the other. And when he
got to her side of the room, he always made of point of asking her some
probing question, thus showing her that he would be picking on her again
this semester as he also knew that this would be his last class with her
and he wanted to get his digs in while he could. It was actually him that
suggested that she take the class and like a fool, she listened to him as
she always did.

       Dr. Laurence took all of his allotted two hours and then an extra
five minutes before he released them. She took her time closing her laptop
down. She didn't have another class that day so she could wait for the
other students, including Jillian; to have a word with him before she made
her way up to talk to him.

       They first had to exchange barbs, getting that out of the way before
having a nice conversation about the class and then about their summer
vacations. They talked for about ten minutes before she left leaving
Dr. Laurence in the classroom as he had another class to teach in an
hour. Once out of the classroom, she noticed Jillian up the hall and she
felt herself smiling but then she realized that she was talking to some
muscle bound guy and that made her frown. She hated that as it meant that
she was attracted to Jillian and now she knew that she was straight. But
that lead to another problem, as she always seemed to be attracted to
straight girls for some reason. But being disappointed wasn't anything new
to her, so she went on down the hall making herself avoid looking over
Jillian as she passed by her.

       She had gone about ten steps by Jillian and the asshole she was
talking to when she heard from behind her, "Hey Alphabet wait a sec..." She
knew that it was Jillian that was calling out to her and that made her
smile in spite of herself. She turned around to see Jillian coming to her
and she saw the big guy give her a dirty look before he turned to leave.

       "Please tell me your name's not Alphabet," Jillian said with a big
smile showing her perfect smile that light up her face and eyes.

       She laughed before replying with, "No that's just what Dr. Laurence
calls me."

       "And he calls you that because???" Jillian asked.

       "My initials are ABC, so he started calling me Alphabet when I took
one of his classes as a freshman." She said with another little laugh.

       "God, getting anything from you is like pulling teeth..." Jillian
said with a laugh, "...but I'm game, so what does ABC stand for?"

       "Ashley Blaire Cooper thus ABC," Ashley said laughing again as she
was having fun with this little game she and Jillian were playing.

       "Well Ashley, I'm Jillian and I got a proposition for you." Jillian
told her.

       "What's that?" Ashley asked though she had an idea as to what that
proposition just might be.

       "I got a lead on a great story and I want to work with you on it."
Jillian told her.

       "I don't think that would be a good idea," Ashley said and she
started to turn away from Jillian though she didn't want to as she liked
Jillian but she didn't want to put her though what she knew would come with
her relationship with Dr. Laurence and him being so demanding of her and
her writing. Anything she did for him had to be perfect or he'd reject it
and she didn't want to put Jillian through that and thus make Jillian hate
her. She walked a couple of steps before she felt Jillian's hand on her
shoulder stopping her and turning her around.

       "Don't you want to work with me?" Jillian said and Ashley could see
the fire in her eyes. "Don't you think I'm good enough to work with you?
Let me tell you, I'm going to be a great reporter one day!"

       "No! It's not like that. I'm sure that you'll be a great reporter
but I don't want to be a reporter, I just want to write books. I'm taking
the class to help me learn to do research." Ashley told her.

       "So I'll help you with that and you help me with my writing, see it
would work to each of our benefits." Jillian said trying to make her case.

       "True however there is one other problem and if I work with you,
you'll end up regretting it and end up hating me." Ashley told her being
honest.

       "Why are you some kind of a high maintenance bitch that is always
complaining about something and whining?" Jillian asked though she had a
smile on her face showing off her pretty smile and showing Ashley that she
wasn't serious about any of the things that she had said.

       "No," Ashley couldn't help but to laugh. "It has more to do with
Dr. Laurence; I've never written anything for him that he didn't tear
apart. He's hard on me and picks on me. I don't want to put you through
that. You had to see how he picked on me for the last two hours and him
calling me Alphabet which he knows I hate."

       "But that's why I decided you were the perfect person to work
with. I've had several classes with him and he only picks on students that
he thinks can really make a difference. Even he told me that I needed to
work with you." Jillian told her.

       "When did you ask him about me? This is the first class I have seen
you in or taken with you." Ashley said slightly alarmed.

       "I asked him after class. I saw how you and him interacted together
and I knew he liked you. You see he's my advisor and he keeps telling me
that my instincts are great but my writing sucks. A reporter doesn't need
to be a bestselling author but they do need to write clearly. I think you
can help me there and I can show you how to go about investigating
something. I really do think that we can help each other out. So will you
at least let me buy you a sub at the Subshop and explain what I have in
mind?" Jillian asked again flashing her smile at her.

       "Mmmm...," Ashley said as she mulled it over. "Okay but let's just
go to the dining hall. I got a dining card and it won't cost you anything."

       "Come on, let me treat you, I mean it is just a sub and besides a
sub taste better than anything you'll get at the dining hall." Jillian said
then she hooked her right arm into Ashley's left propelling her toward the
door. Ashley wanted to argue but Jillian seemed to be determined and
besides the mention of a sub sandwich got her stomach to growl.  She
figured that being treated to one meal wouldn't hurt and if she had enough
money left at the end of the semester then she would treat Jillian to
lunch.

       As they walked, Jillian told her about how she wanted to eventually
work for one of the big New York or Washington papers. She was determined
to get there and the sooner the better as far as she was concerned. She
talked about how she had been reading newspapers since she learned to
read. Even before that, her father had sat her up on his lap and instead of
reading her a story, he would read the paper to her. So she said that she
blamed her father for making her want to be a reporter, and that made
Ashley laugh. Jillian seemed to love to talk about herself and she was so
self-confident.  And Ashley didn't mind as she wasn't a big talker and she
definitely didn't like to talk about herself. It wasn't until they got
their subs and had found a table in the far corner of the Subshop to sit
that Jillian got down to business.

       "So you ready to hear what I want us to do an article about?"
Jillian asked.

       "Sure fire away," Ashley said with a smile as she unwrapped her sub
and the delicious smell made her stomach growl making her blush. "Sorry
about that, with the money I got on my grant, I can only afford two meals a
day on my dinning card so I usually skip breakfast."

       "It's cool; these subs make my stomach growl too." Jillian said with
a laugh thus putting Ashley as ease.

       "So what do you want to work with me on?" Ashley asked before taking
a bite of her sub and wanting to moan as it tasted so good.

       "Do you have any more classes today; this is kind of a long story?"
Jillian asked.

       "No, I'm through for the day." Ashley said smiling as it meant that
she would at least get to spend a little time with this pretty girl who was
straight and wouldn't lead to anything but still...

       "Well it started my senior year of high school, my parents and I
came here to look over the school. They wanted me to go to a bigger and
more prestigious university but Dr. Laurence had just got hired here and so
this was where I wanted to go. I had become a fan of his when I was a
freshman in high school and kept up with everything he wrote. So anyway I
got them to come and after we got to meet Dr. Laurence, my father decided
that going here was where I needed to be if I was going to be a reporter."
Jillian said then she took a bite of her sandwich and Ashley did the same.
Once Jillian had swallowed and got a sip of her coke, she went on with her
story.

       "This was on a Friday and Saturday as my mother dragged my father to
some outdoor concert that they were having, I was left to explore the
campus. I walked around and eventually found myself at the aquatic
center. I was sitting on the benches watching some of the swim team
practicing; a couple of the women's team came over and sat in front of
me. They were talking and being the noisy bitch that I am, I listened in."
Jillian said then she laughed and so did Ashley.

       "They were talking about their new coach and wondering why their old
coach, a woman named Julie Wilder, had been fired at the end of the last
semester just when she was turning things around and then one whispered to
the other about whether it was because the coach was lesbian. But the other
whispered back that she didn't think so as not many knew she was that way."
Jillian told her.

       "So did they say anything else?" Ashley asked now interested in what
Jillian was saying to her.

       "No, you know how us women are, flittering from subject to
subject. So I didn't hear them talk anymore about that." Jillian said with
a laugh.

       "Oh yes, we are so flighty," Ashley said with a laugh. "However, you
obviously think it has everything to do with her being lesbian."

       "I'm sure of it now. For the last four years I have been trying to
find out more and I'm getting close but now I need help to figure out how
to prove it." Jillian told her.

       "Okay, I'll bite. So what have you found out?" Ashley asked of her.

       "Well I have found all of the members of her last team and talked to
all of them. A couple of them indicated that they think it was because she
was lesbian but they either don't know the details or they won't tell
me. What I need for you to do is follow up with them. You may have more
luck than I did. Plus we'll have to find some way to get into the athletic
department and find if there is something there." She said like it was no
big deal.

       "Don't you think that this a little above our abilities plus we may
be chasing a rumor that turns out to be nothing. Plus why didn't Coach
Wilder sue the university if she thought that she was treated wrongly."
Ashley told her.

       "I don't think that it's a rumor, there's too many people saying the
same thing.  And I haven't approached the coach. I want to get some
evidence that what I think is true, really is true first before we talk to
her." Jillian told her.

       "We? I haven't agreed to help you yet." Ashley told her.

       "No you haven't, but you're thinking about." Jillian said as she
arched her eyebrows at her.

       Ashley hesitated but she let out a nervous laugh, "Yea... I'm
thinking about it."  She told her but she wasn't sure if it was because of
a fellow lesbian getting screwed or she just wanted to be close to this
lovely creature sitting in front of her.

       "Cool then think it over and when you decide, give me a call. Hand
me your phone and I'll put my number into it." Jillian said as she reached
out for her phone.

       Ashley thought for a second about giving someone she had just met
her phone which means that she could also get her number but something told
her that she could trust her, so she got into her backpack. She handed her
phone over and she saw Jillian give her another smile. Jillian looked over
her cheap phone and frowned and that bothered her a little. She was on a
tight budget and with her family's financial situation; getting her a fancy
smart phone just wasn't possible, she had to settle for one of the cheap
phones that she could refill with minutes and messages each mouth.  She had
a phone and it worked so that was all that mattered to Ashley. Jillian
quickly put her number into her phone before handling it back.

       "There you go, now you can call me when you decide to join forces
with me. I think we can really blow the top off of this." Jillian told her
flashing another big smile.

       "You sound awfully confident that I'll agree to help you." Ashley
told her not so sure that she liked that about Jillian.

       "I'm being confident on the outside but my insides aren't as
sure. But I really do need your help on this. Normally I like to work alone
but I know I'm not the reporter that I will be one day. I need help and I
think you're the one that can help me. And I can help you too." Jillian
told her.

       "How can you help me?" Ashley asked of her putting Jillian on the
spot.

       Jillian didn't seem to mind in the least being on the hot seat,
"Well I can help you with your research but I think I can do something for
you personally too." Jillian said.

       "How so?" Ashley asked now curious.

       "To risk, turning you against me before we even get started,"
Jillian said as she hesitated for only a second. "I picture you as being
somewhat shy and reserved. You're content to be in your own little world
where you can write. Am I'm right?"

       Now it was Ashley's turn to hesitate as she didn't like to be
described as being shy but she was. That was her very nature. She was an
introvert while Jillian was obviously an extrovert. She took a long sip of
her coke before she said a bit defensively, "Yea but I'm not some shut in
afraid of her own shadow. I do get out and do things."

       "I know you do and I didn't mean that as a bad thing, but I'm a fly
by the pants type of person and maybe just a little will rub off on
you. But please do think about working with me. I can be a pain in the ass
bitch but I'm not a complete bitch. I can be sweet girl when I want to be
and to my friends, I am definitely a good girl." Jillian said with a wink
and a big smile that made Ashley smile.

       "Well you know, I've been known to be a bitch at times too," Ashley
told Jillian who smiled but Ashley knew that Jillian didn't believe her.

       "I'm sure that you can," Jillian told her before changing the
subject, "So what kind of books do you want to write?"

       Ashley took the last bite of her sandwich chewing slowly as she
thought about how to answer Jillian's question. Because she wanted to write
about everything so that is what she told her. She began to talk about
wanting to try her hand at romances, crime drama, adventure, and maybe even
a biography if she can find someone that interested her enough. She then
told her about some of the stories that she had written, some of which was
posted on the internet. And she had also a few that got published in a
couple of magazines. Jillian seemed to be completely absorbed in what she
had to say and that made Ashley want to talk more, more than she had in a
long, long while and definitely longer than she had to anyone that she had
just met. But like all good things, their time ran out and they had to give
up their table and go their separate ways. However Jillian did make a last
pitch for Ashley to call her before the week was up.

       Ashley did think about Jillian's proposal that day and evening but
mostly she thought about Jillian. How she liked her smile and the way she
looked. As she lay in her small bed in the dorm listening to her roommate's
soft snoring, she thought about Jillian's slim body with her tight stylish
clothes. How the blouse she was wearing seemed to show off her small but
nice breasts. And those long legs, damn they made her want to touch them,
run her hands up and down her thighs, feeling the heat from her...  Ashley
was thinking as she felt her pussy begin to get moist. However then she
looked over at her sleeping roommate and realized that she needed to stop
thinking about Jillian. She needed to think about whether to take her up on
her offer. She knew that she would be better off working with someone in
this class, she wasn't a reporter nor did she want to be, so she should
take Jillian up on her offer. Then she began to think about how Jillian was
talking to that big dude outside of class and she feared that she would
just end up being heartbroken once again.

       She went to sleep not knowing what she would do and hoping that she
would have an answer in the morning. However morning came and she still
wasn't sure what to do.  The bad thing was that she woke up Wednesday and
Thursday morning without an idea as to what to do. She just couldn't decide
whether to go with Jillian's idea and work with her which did seem a
stretch and hard to prove but if they could then they would do something
good. But if they couldn't and Dr. Laurence tore them apart then she knew
that Jillian would never like her. Not that she would ever like her in the
way she wanted anyway but at least she would like to have her as a
friend. That evening, she called her mom as she always did, talking for
about an hour before hanging up. She was about to put her phone down on her
desk and get back to a paper she was writing when she thought about
Jillian. She had pretty much been able to not think about her all day but
now with her phone still in her hand, she did think about her.

       She heard Jillian's voice answer with a soft "Hello."

       "Jillian, this is..." Ashley was saying when Jillian's excited voice
override hers.

       "Ashley did you decide to join forces with me, please tell me that
you are..."  Jillian said with the excitement showing.

       Ashley smiled as she said, "Yea, I believe that I will but I'm not
sure how much of a help I can be..." Ashley said feeling a bit worried
about that.

       "Oh you'll be more help that you realize." Jillian told her, making
Ashley feel a little better.

       "I hope so..." Ashley replied.

       "How about you coming over tomorrow night and we'll map out our
strategy? We can order out pizza and have a great time." Jillian said then
she went on with, "I live in the Flint Apartment building right off
campus. I'm in apartment five twenty two, just come about five and we'll go
from there."

       Ashley didn't know what to say so she just said, "Okay."

       Jillian then went on talking about her classes and asking about
Ashley's classes.  Ashley didn't get off the phone for another two hours
and only then because her roommate had come in and wanted to go to bed as
she had an early morning class.

       "Hi there," Jillian said as she opened her door for Ashley.

       Ashley started to say "Hi" when her eyes registered that Jillian was
just standing in a blue Victory Secrets sleepshirt and the bottom edge
wasn't completely pulled down thus showing off her cute and expensive
looking pink boyshort panties. It looked as if she had just thrown her
sleepshirt on before opening the door. Ashley started down at Jillian's
panties for a moment before Jillian reached down pulling the front
down. Ashley glanced up at Jillian's face and realized that she had been
caught staring which caused her to blush and she found that her pussy
wanted to twitch.

       "Hi there," Ashley finally said as she came on in, shutting the door
so that no one passing by would see Jillian half dressed. Ashley meanwhile
was dressed in her Wal- Mart jeans and a pink blouse that she had also
gotten there and her thick brown hair in a pony tail as she always wore it.

       "I hope you don't mind but I put on something a lot more comfortable
after I came in from class," Jillian said as Ashley came on into the
apartment.

       "No that's fine; I don't blame you in the least." Ashley said and
then she decided to change the subject away from Jillian's outfit or rather
lack of an outfit.

       "You have a beautiful apartment," Ashley said a bit envious as she
looked around the living room. It had a couch to the back with a couple of
comfortable chairs to each side and a big screen TV on the opposite wall.

       "Why thank you, I'm lucky to be able to live here and not in one of
the dorms."  Jillian said.

       "You can say that again," Ashley replied as she looked out the big
picture window that looked out toward the campus.

       "I'm lucky to be able to live here and not in one of the dorms."
Jillian said seriously then she winked at Ashley and laughed causing Ashley
to laugh at Jillian's quick wit which made her like her more.

       "Put your bag down on the couch and I'll show you around before we
get down to work," Jillian told her.

       Ashley slung her book bag off her shoulder putting it gently on the
couch as it held her laptop and she couldn't afford to replace it so she
treated it will loving care.  Jillian then took her by the hand, leading
her to the kitchen which wasn't large but more than enough to cook
something up. Jillian then led her down the short hall to where her bedroom
was, which was bigger than Ashley's dorm room, and finally to the bathroom,
which had a large shower/tub and a big mirror over the sink.

       "How can you afford this by yourself, are your parents rich or
something?"  Ashley blurted out before she could stop herself. "Sorry,
that's none of my business."

       "No it's cool, we're going to be spending a lot of time together for
the next three months so we might as well really get to know each other."
Jillian said leading her back into the kitchen, where she got them both a
diet coke.

       "You don't have to tell me, sometimes my mouth opens before I have
time to think." Ashley said accepting the drink.

       "No, it's cool," Jillian said with a smile as she went toward the
living room and Ashley followed close behind, however her eyes couldn't
help but to glance down at Jillian's small but cute ass that even her
sleepshirt couldn't hide. "Both my parents work and while they aren't rich,
they each make a very decent amount of money. When I was born, they started
a savings account for me; they wanted me to have enough money to go to any
school that I desired and not worry about the cost. Of course they intended
for that school to be an Ivy League school or something like Vanderbilt,
Duke, or Stanford. Since I chose a smaller in-state school, I've got more
than enough money to live in this nice apartment. Though my parents made me
room in the dorms my freshman year just so I would appreciate my lot in
life. And I assure you that I do."

       "Well this is nice, I just hope one of these years I can afford an
apartment like this." Ashley said sitting down on the couch with Jillian.

       "With your ability to write and your imagination, I'm sure you'll do
just fine."  Jillian told her.

       "How do you know, you've never even read anything I've written?"
Ashley told her a bit defensively.

       "Well..." Jillian said and she blushed a bit making Ashley want to
smile. "I kind of did a little research on the internet and I read some of
what you have put online or had published in a literary magazine. I just
wanted to make sure that what I thought you were, you really are."

       "So did I pass your test?" Ashley asked arching her eyebrows
enjoying putting Jillian on the spot.

       "Oh yes, definitely. You're even better than I could have hoped
you'd be." Jillian said.

       "So how do I know you're as great a reporter as you think you are?"
Ashley said.

       "I knew there was a reason I liked you," Jillian said with a
smile. "Actually I can't prove that to you yet, I have had a few articles
printed in the university paper but nothing really in-depth yet."

       "Oh I know and you're right, you're writing needs a little help but
you do get all the facts." Ashley said with a smile.

       "So I'm not the only one that has done her research, am I?" Jillian
said flashing a big smile at her.

       "Nope," Ashley said then she had to laugh a bit.

       "Oh I think we're going to be a great pair," Jillian told her and
then she leaned over giving her a light hug that Ashley had to admit, she
liked.

       She liked it too much, she thought to herself so after a moment; she
pulled away. "So where do we start?" she asked Jillian getting things back
on track.

       "Set up your laptop on the coffee table and I'll get my stuff."
Jillian said as she got up. As Ashley reached over to get her laptop, she
noticed Jillian walking away and the back of her sleepshirt had crept up
and it exposed her panty covered ass. Ashley stopped in mid motion watching
Jillian walk into the kitchen. She was thankful that Jillian didn't turned
back to see her staring and she also didn't pull the back down until she
was in the kitchen. Ashley had to hurry to get her laptop out and onto the
coffee table.

       Jillian came back in carrying her laptop and she set it down beside
of Ashley's laptop. She sat down on the edge of the couch before slipping
off and sitting on the carpeted floor between the coffee table and the
couch.

       "Come on and sit on the floor beside of me. I do a lot of my
studying here."  Jillian told her as she patted the floor beside of her.

       "Mmmm... okay..." Ashley said unsure of this way of studying as she
was used to just using her desk in the dorm, but she slid down sitting next
to Jillian.

       "And if you like, you can just slip your shoes off and stay awhile."
Jillian told her flashing a big smile at her as she got her computer going.

       Ashley laughed and she used her feet to slip her tennis shoes
letting them fall in front of her feet.

       "Much better, now plug in this jump drive and you'll have all the
information that I have been able to gather over the past four years. It's
not much, but it gives us a starting point." Jillian told her handing
Ashley the drive.

       Ashley plugged it in and once her laptop recognized it, she opened
the drive to find lots of folders. "I thought that you didn't have much,
there must be twenty folders here."

       "Yea but there's not a lot of information in any of the folders and
what is there has blanks in it." Jillian said. "How about I go ahead and
order us a pizza and then we can get started going over what I have. By
then, it'll be here and we can start developing a plan of attack."

       "Okay, sounds good but only if you will let me pay for half of it."
Ashley told her.

       "Nope, I'll pay. I got you into this and I'm not going to let you
spend money you can't afford to spend." Jillian told her.

       "I'm not penniless, you know." Ashley said a bit defensively. "I can
afford to pay for my food. You already bought me lunch the other day; I
should be buying this pizza."

       "Okay let's go ahead and get this fight over with," Jillian said
seriously but with a smile on her face.

       "What fight?" Ashley asked but knowing what Jillian was talking
about.

       "The fight over money, of course," Jillian told her. "So may I ask
you what your financial situation is?"

       "No it's none of your damn business," Ashley told her.

       "But I told you mine," Jillian told her.

       "Ah, but I didn't ask you too." Ashley said happy to make a point
that would end this argument.

       "Yea you did, when you asked how I could afford this place." Jillian
said trumping Ashley's point and Ashley knew it.

       Ashley let a smile escape, "Okay I'm very poor. I am attending the
university on a writing scholarship and from a couple of small grants that
I was able to secure. My mother cleans houses for a living and my father
does odd jobs when he can get them.  They met in high school and fell in
love and before they could graduate, I came along."  Ashley said with a
grin. So they both quit school to raise me and they were determined never
to have to ask for government help and they haven't. But they also don't
have a lot of money to send to me.  I attend summer school to get all my
classes in and thus finish in four years and also to take every writing
class that the university has to offer.  So at the end of the year,
whatever money I have left from my grants, I'll use to buy the stuff that I
need. So while I'm not penniless, I'm pretty close." Ashley admitted to
her.

       "Well what I have gotten you into is going to take a lot of research
and time.  It's also going to require you to come over here and help me and
that means that we'll be ordering out a lot as I'm a terrible cook... no
that's not true, I can't cook. So that leaves us with a problem doesn't it
if we are going to spend half of our time arguing over money that I have
and you can't afford to spend..." Jillian told her.

       "So what are we going to do? I can't let you just pay for
everything?" Ashley told her.

       "Okay so let's make a deal, I pay for the things we need to do this
story and to get it right." Jillian told her.

       "And what do I bring to the table and don't say teach you to write
better. You're supposed to be teaching me how to better do my research so
that's an even trade off."  Ashley told her.

       "Do you know how to cook?" Jillian asked.

       "Sure every real woman knows how to do that." Ashley said giving
Jillian a smile at her dig.

       "Oh cut me to the core..." Jillian said acting wounded then she
laughed. "How about you become the official chef of this project."

       "I said I could cook, I didn't say I was a chef." Ashley said with a
laugh.

       "But back to money, I really want to get this one right, so will you
let me buy us the things that I think we need." Jillian said.

       Ashley thought for a moment then she said, "The money we think we
need to spend, then those things you can buy but only if we both agree."

       "Okay partner," Jillian said. "However I did do something before we
came to this agreement."

       "Why do I think I'm not going to like this?" Ashley said warily.

       "Because you're not," Jillian told her, "You see I kind of added a
line to my phone and got you a good smart phone to use, one that you can
text with and call anywhere, anytime."

       "But I got a good phone..." Ashley told her.

       "With limited minutes and messaging right?" Jillian told her.

       "Ah yes," knowing that Jillian had her again.

       "So now you got unlimited on both and the internet." Jillian said as
she got up and went to her purse, pulling out a fancy new phone for her.

       "This is the last thing and it goes back to you once we hand in the
paper." Ashley said not taking the phone.

       "Deal," Jillian said and only then did Ashley take the fancy phone
that she had always wanted but knew that it would be years before she could
afford one like this.

       "Cool now how about you ordering us a pizza as your first phone
call," Jillian said while sitting back down beside of her.

       "I can't think of anything thing better than to use the phone for
the first time to order a pizza," Ashley said with a laugh almost saying
"her new phone" but the caught herself thus making sure that Jillian knew
that this was just temporary.

       As Ashley figured out how to make a phone call on the phone, they
argued what they wanted on it, finally deciding on a BLT pizza which they
both agree was one of the better pizzas.

       Once that very important task was completed, they started to go
through each folder that Jillian had set up. Ashley was impressed by the
amount of information that Jillian had gathered over the past four years
but she also could see the information that was missing and would have to
be filled in before they could come close to making a story. Jillian was
making a very serious charge against the university athletic department and
so they had to be sure that they had the facts to back up their claims.
This Jillian took pains to point out herself so Ashley knew that she was
being realistic about what she had and what she needed. Ashley could see
that just maybe that Jillian would be a great reporter if she already
understood how important the role that a reporter played in their nation
but also the responsibility of the press to get it right.  About the time
that they had made it through the folders, the doorbell rang signaling that
their pizza had arrived. Jillian gave Ashley a twenty to pay for the pizza
and to tip the delivery person.

       "So what do you think?" Jillian asked as they sat up on the couch to
eat their pizza.

       "You got a good starting point but where do we go from here?" Ashley
asked.  "We need to come up with a plan and divide up what needs to be
done."

       "Well I got an idea about how to start," Jillian said then she
paused to take a bite of her pizza.

       "Okay what?" Ashley asked as she took a sip of her coke.

       "Well like I said the other day, I want you to go back and call all
the members of Coach Wilder's last team. Then lets concentrate on one or
two of them to see if they know more than what they are saying. I think
that someone on that team has to know why she was let go." Jillian told
her.

       Ashley wasn't too excited about calling strangers but she could see
why they both needed to have talked to everyone and then they would have
two opinions as to who to concentrate on. "Okay, but what are you going to
do as I am doing that?" Ashley asked.

       "I'm going to start on the athletic department. There has to be
someone there who is willing to talk." Jillian told her.

       "Do you think anyone will talk to you? I mean neither one of us are
athletes so I don't know if they would be willing to talk to either one of
us." Ashley told her.

       "I know but if they got rid of Coach Wilder because she was lesbian
then the information is there, we just got to find it." Jillian told her.

       "We can always just break into the offices and then get into their
files and computers." Ashley said with a laugh kidding with Jillian.

       "We may just have to that before it's over with." Jillian said
seriously and without laughing.

       "Jillian, I was kidding, we can't break in there. They'd kick us out
of school not to mention getting us arrested." Ashley told her beginning to
wonder if Jillian was taking this school project much too seriously.

       "I know but we can't let them get away with this!" Jillian told her.

       "We don't know that they got away with anything, not yet." Ashley
told her.

       "Oh they did, I'm sure of it." Jillian told her.

       "Just why is this so important to you?" Ashley had to ask.

       "It just is..." Jillian said and Ashley looked at her carefully and
she began to wonder about Jillian and maybe she wasn't as straight as she
thought she was.

       "Okay but let's put anything illegal in our back pockets until the
end, okay?"  Ashley suggested.

       "We will and I don't think we'll have to do that. I think we can get
the information with our womanly guile." Jillian said flashing a big smile
at Ashley.

       "I think you got lots more womanly guile than I do," Ashley said
with a laugh.

       "Oh I think you got more than enough womenly guile," Jillian said
with a big smile.

       Ashley then changed the subject getting them off of the project and
just talking as they finished eating. Then they slipped back down onto the
carpet and delved back into the information that Julian had. Ashley noticed
that Jillian didn't have all that much information on Coach Wilder so they
both went online to see what else they could find out about her. It wasn't
a big surprise that their university didn't have much information on her
but the schools that she had worked for before coming to the university had
lots of information. Their sites seem to hold her in high esteem and she
did seem to be a great coach.

       They looked for a couple more hours finding out that Coach Wilder
was no longer coaching. They found a Facebook page on her and she was now a
stay at home mom with two young girls that she and her partner had
adopted. She was also teaching swimming at an indoor swimming pool. Ashley
told Jillian that eventually they would have to go and interview her and
Jillian agreed but she wanted to do that last once they had the information
to prove her theory correct. They worked to get more information on her but
that was about all that they could find after a couple of hours of work.

       "Oh god, it's dark outside!" Ashley said suddenly as she happened to
look out Jillian's window.

       "So... you're not afraid of the dark are you?" Jillian asked
obviously not seeing why Ashley was worried.

       "It's a long walk back to campus and I don't like walking alone at
night." Ashley said as she hurried to save all the information that Jillian
had given to her.

       "Calm down, you can just stay here tonight." Jillian said as she put
her hand on Ashley's forearm stopping her from shutting down her laptop.

       "I don't want to put you out..." Ashley said not really wanting to
leave as she liked being this close to Jillian even if that meant she would
be sleeping on the couch and Jillian in her bedroom.

       "Hey it's not problem; I got a king size bed and I promise that I
don't bite..."  Jillian said then she smiled real big as she said, "Though
I might fart a few times."  Then Jillian laughed real big as Ashley screwed
up her face.

       "Oh gross, I think I'd rather walk home alone now." Ashley said as
she pinched her nose and made even a bigger face and then she too laughed.

       "Then it's settled, you stay here and in the morning, you can fix
breakfast..."  Jillian told her.

       "I can fix breakfast?" Ashley said seeing that Jillian appeared
serious.

       "Sure you're the chef for the project so you get to cook," Jillian
said then she grinned as she added, "Of course all I got to fix for
breakfast is cereal so I'm sure you won't fuck up your first assignment."

       Ashley then laughed, "You're just full of it tonight aren't you."

       "I'm always full of it." Jillian said as she got up, "You're just
going to have to get used to that."

       "You know, I may be quiet but I do know how to fight back." Ashley
told her.

       "Oh I saw that with you and Dr. Laurence." Jillian said pulling her
sleep shirt down over her panties that Ashley was trying hard not to stare
at.

       "Yea, he's a case isn't he?" Ashley said getting up and following
Jillian to the kitchen where they both got a fresh coke.

       "That he is but he knows his shit and he has done what he is trying
to teach us."  Jillian told her.

       "You know I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I had never heard of
him until I took one of his classes my freshman year." Ashley said taking a
sip of her coke.

       "Hey, that's cool. You want to be a writer not a reporter so there
was no reason for you to know of him." Jillian assured her.

       "But I know of him now," Ashley replied with a laugh.

       "And he knows you; don't forget that as it means a lot, if he likes
you then your good." Jillian told her.

       "Well he knows you too so that means you got a real future being a
reporter."  Ashley told her and she saw a small smile come over her face
which told her that Jillian, while outwardly confident, wasn't completely
sure of her abilities and needed some encouragement.

       "So what you want to do now, it's still early?" Jillian asked.

       "Well what I need to do is to use your restroom; I'll let you decide
what to do after that." Ashley said with a little laugh as she put her coke
down on the kitchen table and headed toward the bathroom.

       When she came out, she found Jillian in the living room sitting on
the couch with her feet up on the coffee table. This gave her a great view
of the gusset of Jillian's panties which she took advantage of before she
looked up at Jillian's face to see that she had gotten caught. She gave
Jillian an embarrassed smile before coming over and sitting beside of her
leaving about a foot between them.

       "I thought that we would watch a movie, how about that?" Jillian
asked.

       "Sure, I don't get much of a chance to watch movies anymore. What we
going to watch?" She asked.

       "It's an old movie that I have always loved, a little sad but very
good," Jillian said as she picked up the remote and started the movie.

       "Oh okay," Ashley said a bit surprised that Jillian would go for sad
movies, it didn't fit the person she thought that Jillian was but then
again, she didn't know her that well yet.

       Ashley watched as the DVD came on and the name of the movie
appeared, "Oh god," Ashley whispered out.

       "Don't you like Love Story? I can put something else on but I'm
afraid that I do enjoy a good cry from time to time." Jillian said.

       "Oh I love this movie, I just hope that you got a box of tissues
nearby," Ashley said with a smile already feeling sad as she thought about
this movie that she and her mother had cried through many times over the
years.

       "All prepared," Jillian said with a smile reaching over the arm of
the couch, pulling up a box of tissues, and setting it between them. Then
she put a small trash can in front of the couch between them.

       "Good," Ashley said as she went ahead and pulled a couple of tissues
from the box just to be prepared.

       Jillian didn't take any then but Ashley noticed Jillian pulling more
than a few tissues from the box before the movie ended. They were both
crying and blowing their noses when Jennifer got sick and then died. The
little trash can was about full of tissues by the end of the movie.

       "Damn that stupid movie always gets to me no matter how many times I
watch it," Jillian said as she blew her nose and wiped her eyes one last
time.

       "Tell me about it," Ashley replied, wiping her eyes as the last of
her tears that fell from her eyes.

       "Well I don't know about you but I'm about ready for bed," Jillian
said getting up from the couch.

       "Yea, but I need something to wear," Ashley told her.

       "I think I've got something for you." Jillian told her reaching out
her hand to help Ashley from the couch.

       "I don't think I'll fit into anything that you have. You're slim and
pretty and I'm plain and fat." Ashley told her.

       "Pish...  you're neither one. You're very attractive and you're body
is nice too. I like you just fine as you are." Jillian said giving Ashley a
big smile and she squeezed her hand whilst leading her back to her bedroom.

       Jillian didn't let go of her hand until she got to her closet which
turned out to be a walk in closet, while not real large but still had
abundance of room. It was also filled with clothes, going from dresses, to
skirts, to name brand jeans, and various other clothes that Ashley couldn't
afford. Jillian rummaged around before pulling out a large long sleeve
men's shirt, about the size that the boy that she had seen Jillian talking
to that day at class would fit into.

       "Is this your boyfriend's?" Ashley couldn't stop herself from asking
feeling a bit jealous of this unknown man.

       Ashley gave her a funny look before she burst out with, "Oh god no!
It's one of my father's that I stole when I left home to come here. I
wanted to have a part of him to take with me."

       "Well maybe I shouldn't wear it..." Ashley said not taking it yet.

       "Oh, I'm not as homesick as I was then and besides I think you'd
look a lot better in it than he did." She said with a laugh putting the
shirt into Ashley's hand.

       "Well thanks," Ashley said blushing a little as Jillian smiled at
her. "I'll just borrow your bathroom a minute then.

       "Okay, I'll get the lights and make sure the door is locked as you
change." Jillian said.

       "Have you got an extra tooth brush?" Ashley asked before closing the
bathroom door.

       "Yea, just look in the little closet; I got extra stuff in there,
just take what you need." Jillian told her.

       "Thanks," Ashley said closing the door. She first looked in the
little closet and found that Jillian had a couple of extra toothbrushes in
the closet as well as a new hair brush. Ashley hated to use it but she
really wanted to brush out her hair before going to bed. She couldn't help
but to look around a bit and she saw that Jillian had a few different
tampons and pads in there as well as a few other things that every woman
would need. What she didn't see was anything that a man would use which
made her happy to see not that that really meant anything. She looked on
the shelve where Jillian kept her medicines and while she found Tylenol,
aspirin, medicine for cramps, along with various creams, lotions, however
what she didn't see were any birth control pills. Still that didn't mean
anything but was another hopeful sign. She then decided that she had been
nosey enough so she got the tooth brush and hair brush out and she went to
the sink.

       She took off her blouse and jeans standing there in her panties and
bra. She then took off her bra and looked at herself for a moment. She
looked at her light colored quarter size areoles and her small inverted
nipples. She pinched her nipples making them harden a bit not knowing
why. Then she did know why as she wanted Jillian to notice her more than
just for her ability to write. But then she looked at her face with her
large framed glasses that were out of style when she bought them which was
why she could afford them. The style was now for smaller lenses but she
liked them and they did help her to see which to her was all that she
needed.

       She realized that she was spending too much time in the bathroom, so
she quickly brushed her teeth and ran the hair brush through her hair. She
peed before putting Jillian's father's shirt on, glad that it covered her
hips that she always felt were too wide. It also coved her panties which
were also a cheap cotton pair that came from a discount store. Once she
decided that she was as presentable as she could get, she let out a deep
sigh and opened the door.

       "Yep, you definitely do more for that shirt than my father ever
did." Jillian told her as she entered the bedroom making Ashley blush a
little.

       "Thanks," Ashley said with a smile that she couldn't stop.

       "I'll be right back, just take the far side of the bed." Jillian
said as she went into the bathroom.

       "Okay," Ashley said as she went around the bed to the far side
seeing that Jillian had already turned the covers down. She sat down on the
edge of the bed, feeling that the mattress was firm, but not too firm. It
was a lot better than the mattress that was on her small bed in the dorm.
She scooted back and slipped her feet under the covers. She sheets felt so
smooth and cool to her skin. It was like she was on silk sheets but they
weren't silk but very expensive sheets all the same. She slid on down in
the bed laying her head on the pillow and she just knew she had died and
gone to heaven. She turned on her side to face what would be Jillian's side
of the bed. Her nose picked up Jillian's perfume on the pillow that lay
beside of her. She looked to the door and not seeing or hearing Jillian,
she leaned inhaling deeply and feeling her heart swell as she thought of
Jillian laying there beside of her. She felt her pussy tingle and she
realized what she was doing so she rolled back over lying on her back. She
really didn't want Jillian catching her sniffing her pillow as that would
be so embarrassing.

       A few minutes later, Ashley heard the bathroom door open and then
Jillian came in still wearing her sleepshirt and was pulled ip a bit in
from showing her panties. She had a smile on her face as she came to the
bed, sitting down with her back to Ashley.

       "You ready to sleep?" Jillian asked with her voice coming out all so
softly.

       "Yea, sweet dreams," Ashley told her.

       "Sweet dreams," Jillian said with that same soft voice before
turning off the bedside lamp.

       The bedroom went dark and Ashley felt Jillian sliding into the
bed. It felt comforting to Ashley to have Jillian lying there less than a
foot away from her. She closed her eyes listening to Jillian breathe. She
let her mind wonder, going over what they had talked about that evening and
also her mind kept picturing Jillian in the sleep shirt and those sexy
panties that she kept showing off. Ashley was just about to fall asleep
when she felt Jillian begin to toss and turn. She wondered if Jillian was
one of those people who moved around in bed all night.

       A moment later, she heard Jillian say "Fuck" under her breath.

       "What's wrong?" Ashley asked worried that Jillian may be feeling
sick or something.

       "What?... Oh nothing..." Jillian said but her tone of voice was
saying that there was something definitely wrong.

       "Yes there is..." Ashley said sitting up and turning on the light by
her side of the bed. She saw that Jillian's face had this disgusted
expression and also that expression told Ashley that Jillian was upset
about something.

       "What's wrong Jillian?" Ashley asked again beginning to worry about
her.

       "Remember when I said that I didn't bite but I did fart." Jillian
said as she sat up.

       "Yea..." Ashley said still not understanding what Jillian was
getting at.

       "Well my body has decided that tonight was a great night to become
its gassiest." Jillian said as she got up and as if right on cue a bit of
gas escaped from her rear end.

       Ashley let out a giggle which caused Jillian turn her head back at
her and give her a dirty look as she headed toward the bathroom. "Sorry,"
Ashley said as Jillian disappeared through the door.

       Jillian had been gone about ten minutes before Ashley heard the
bathroom door open and she could hear the toilet flushing. "I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have laughed. It wasn't funny and I'm sorry." Ashley said to
Jillian feeling contrite and truly sorry.

       Jillian didn't say anything as she came on in and she turned sitting
on the edge of the bed. She sat there a minute and then Ashley saw
Jillian's shoulders jerked and a noise came from her. At first she thought
Jillian was crying but then she realized that Jillian was laughing. "Yes it
is funny." Jillian told her. And only then did Ashley let out a sigh of
relief. And she too began to laugh.

       "But you know that the jokes really on you," Jillian told her.

       "How's that?" Ashley asked.

       "You got to sleep in the same bed with me and I may be farting
throughout the night." Jillian said as she laughed.

       "I knew I should have taken the couch." Ashley said with a laugh.

       "You know you still can." Jillian told her as she turned and slipped
under the covers but she now had a smile on her face.

       "Nah, I'm a glutton for punishment, I'll stick it out." Ashley said
turning off the light and slipping into the bed.

       It got quiet as they both lay there in the darkness then Jillian
said, "I only have gas when I'm nervous about something."

       "What are you nervous about?" Ashley asked.

       Jillian was silent for a moment then she said, "I got a cute girl
sharing my bed."  Jillian told her.

       Ashley wasn't sure if she had heard her right and then deciding that
she had but then she didn't know what to say, so finally she said, "Oh..."
But she had to smile as it made her feel nice.

       Ashley woke up a time or two that night as she felt Jillian moved
around and sure enough, she could hear her passing a bit of gas in her
sleep. Each time it made her giggle but it also made her like Jillian even
more. Jillian dressed so well and appeared to sure of herself and confident
but yet, Ashley saw that Jillian was just like her, sometimes her body
worked against her at just the wrong time. And sometimes she had gas that
had to find its way out whether she liked it or not.

       Ashley woke up first and she eased out of bed, letting Jillian
sleep. She gathered up her jeans and blouse and headed to the bathroom. She
took off Jillian's father's shirt and stripped out of her panties. Those
she rinsed out in the sink then hung up on the shower rod. She went to the
tub/shower turning on the water. She got the water hot before stepping into
the tub. She got under the hot water enjoying the fact that it got hotter
than in the dorm. But then again, she lived on the top floor and by the
time the water got up to her floor, the water wasn't nearly as hot as it
was on the lower floors. She took a nice long shower getting clean and
feeling refreshed as she got out of the shower. She used Jillian's hair
dryer to get her hair dry before brushing it out.  She finished by brushing
her teeth. Then she put her bra that she had rinsed out the night before
and was now dry. She slipped on her jeans feeling funny going without
panties but she figure it wouldn't take them long to dry.

       When she opened the door, she saw that Jillian was waiting to come
it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long," Ashley said feeling a bit
embarrassed.

       "It's cool; I like long hot showers too." Jillian said as she went
on into the bathroom.

       Ashley didn't move than two steps down the hall when she heard
Jillian say, "Oh I see you're going commando this morning, you're a girl
after my own heart." Then she heard Jillian laugh as she blushed. Ashley
wished that she had just put her dirty panties back on but it was too late
to do that now, Jillian already knew that she was going without her panties
that morning.

       Ashley went on into the kitchen to see what Jillian had to eat. She
did find that Jillian did indeed have cereal but no milk so the cereal
didn't do them much good. So she went to the pantry and fridge looking
around to see what to make. She did find some can biscuits and some canned
peaches. This gave her an idea as to what to fix, something that her father
had taught her when he decided to let her mom sleep in. He would take her
into the kitchen and then he would start to pull things out until he found
something to fix. Some of his concoctions weren't all that great but most
were.  But the main thing was that she and her father had fun cooking and
arguing on what to fix. She rolled the biscuit dough out and then she cut
it into triangles and she put the peaches on the dough and folded it over
sealing them, thus making peach turnovers.  She put a little sugar over
them before popping them into the oven.

       "Mmmm... That smells good." Jillian said as she came into the
kitchen just as Ashley was taking her homemade turnovers out of the over.

       "Well you were going to get cereal but somebody didn't have any
milk, not mentioning any names mind you." Ashley said seriously as she
tried not to laugh.

       "Yea, let's not mention who that might be..." Jillian said with a
laugh.

       "Well hopefully you'll like that what I came up with, if you don't
you can blame my father." Ashley told her.

       "Your father, I don't see him around here. I only see you." Jillian
told her.

       "Yea but he is the one who showed me how to make something out of
nothing."  Ashley said with a smile.

       "Well I'm sure that is will taste good. It's making me hungry and
I'm not much of a breakfast eater." Jillian said as she got them both a
coke out of the fridge.

       "I hope so," Ashley said putting them a turnover each on a small
plate and they sat down on the table.

       "So what are you plans for today?" Jillian asked.

       "I don't know, I got a paper to finish before Tuesday and some
reading to do.  But other than that I'm not sure. What you doing, you got a
date or anything tonight?"  Ashley asked not sure she wanted an answer to
her last question but she had to ask anyway.

       "Oh no, no date and I really don't have any plans." Jillian said and
before Ashley could say that she was going to head back to the dorm after
they had eaten, Jillian continued on.

       "Well how about us having a fun day and then we both can study a
little tonight and tomorrow. Plus you can start calling the swim team and
see what you think about whatever they have to say." Jillian said flashing
her big smile at her while having a hopeful look in her eyes.

       "I don't have any clothes here and besides I don't want to put you
out." Ashley told her. "And I'm sure you got lots of friends that you would
want to spend your time with." Ashley said again feeling Jillian out.

       "Don't you want to spend the day with me?" Jillian asked and Ashley
could see that Jillian was feeling a bit put out. "And besides I don't have
that many friends, I'd like for us to be friends."

       "Sure I want to spend the day with you and I don't have a lot of
friends either.  I mostly concentrate on my writing." Ashley said seeing
that they had a lot more in common than she would have thought.

       "Good, then its set. We'll go back to your dorm and get you some
clothes that you can keep here. That way when you come here to work on our
project, then we don't have to worry about getting you back to the dorm
before dark, since you're such a chicken, being afraid of the dark."

       Ashley knew that Jillian was ribbing her a little and she had to get
her dig in too so she replied with, "While we're out, I need to stop by the
Army Store to get a gas mask, if I'm going to have to share your bed
again."

       "Oh god I didn't pass gas all night did I?" Jillian asked putting
her hand to her mouth.

       Ashley smiled, "No I didn't hear a thing," which was a bit of a
white lie but it was for a good cause. "But I did have to get you back for
the chicken comment."

       "Good, I really felt bad about that," Jillian told her.

       "Hey, one of these nights you'll be the one wanting the gas mask."
Ashley said then she realized that she was saying that she would be
spending more than this night here with Jillian and sharing her bed.

       "I'll take my chances." Jillian said flashing her big smile.

       So once they finished their homemade turnovers and Ashley had put
the rest into the refrigerator, they went down to the parking garage that
was beside of the apartment building to get to Jillian's car. Ashley was
expecting something fancy and expensive but instead Jillian went to a
twenty year old Volvo. The paint had faded but it did look in good shape.

       "Not what you expected?" Jillian asked as she was unlocking the
door.

       Ashley was surprised both by the car and also that Jillian had
figured out what she was thinking. "Well yea, I guess with the apartment
you have, I was expecting something newer." Ashley admitted.

       Jillian smiled at her before getting into the car and then unlocking
the passenger door for Ashley. Jillian started the car before replying, "My
father bought me this car when I got my driver's licenses. He told me that
he wanted something safe for me to drive and when I was on my own and was
making my own money then I could buy something fancy, until then I had to
drive this car."

       "You're on your own now so why not buy something newer." Ashley
said.

       "Yea but I'm not making my own money so I have to drive this old
rust bucket."  Jillian told her with a laugh but Ashley noticed that
Jillian was patting the dash as if making up to the car for calling it a
rust bucket.

       "What did you think of the car when your father presented it to
you?" Ashley asked curious as to what Jillian's answer would be.

       Jillian laughed as she drove out of the parking garage, "Well to say
it was a major disappointment is understating it. Even my mother was
driving something sportier than I was and here I was a sixteen year old
girl, driving a car my mother wouldn't drive."

       "I see you didn't turn it down," Ashley said with a laugh.

       "Oh hell no, I knew better than that. It was either take this car or
walk. And to a sixteen year old, a car no matter what it looked like was
better than no car." Jillian told her. "So I hugged my father and thanked
him, then I jumped into my car to show it off to my friends. However he
also put a damper on that too as he got into the passenger seat to ride
along."

       "Why did he do that?" Ashley asked wondering if Jillian's father was
a bit overprotective.

       "He said that he wasn't about to let me drive it alone until I got
used to it and I think he just wanted to make sure I didn't get to driving
too fast to show off to my friends." Jillian told her.

       "So what did you do?" Ashley had to ask, "Did you go pick up your
friends with your father along?"

       "Yea, I had already called them telling them I was coming over to
give them a ride in my new fancy sports car." Jillian said with a laugh.

       "Oh," Ashley said as she could just see Jillian driving to her
friend's house with her father in tow and in her old Volvo.

       "Yea, he waited to until they had gotten in then he laid down the
rules as to what we could do and couldn't do in my car then he had me take
him home." Jillian told her.

       "How did you feel about that?" Ashley asked.

       "I was a bit pissed at him but I didn't let it show or he would have
taken my car away from me." Jillian said and then she paused for a moment
as a bit of sadness came over her face. "Then about a month later one of my
friends, not a close friend but a friend all the same, got killed driving
her new Trans Am at a high rate of speed on one of back roads.  There were
two other kids with her and they got critically injured but survived. My
father didn't say "I told you so" but then I knew why he had bought me
something safe and something that didn't have too much power under the
hood. The evening after the funeral, I thanked my dad for going with me
that day I got my car as I was going to just what my friend did so it could
have been my funeral that my father went to. I guess that is the real
reason I haven't gotten a fancy sports car. This Old Bitch gets me where I
want to go and that's all that counts."

       "Old Bitch?" Ashley asked with a smile.

       "Yea, she's like an old bitch that does only what she wants to do,
when she wants to do it." Jillian said with a laugh.

       "Well I'm glad that the "Old Bitch" is looking out for you and
doesn't let you do something you shouldn't be doing." Ashley said with a
laugh.

       They talked about the Old Bitch on the way to the dorm and also what
type of car Ashley wanted when she would be able to buy one. Ashley named a
few cars that she liked but after hearing Jillian's story of her friend and
riding in her old Volvo, she had to admit to Jillian that she just might
expand her list of cars to something like the Old bitch that Jillian had
and seemed to like.

       Ashley was glad to see that her roommate was out when they got to
her dorm room. Ashley first went to her desk, packing up some of the things
that she needed to get her paper done and some of the other books that she
needed. Most of her text books were now on her computer as she had
downloaded them. She then went to her closet. It was about four feet wide
with the top used for hanging her clothes and then under that, there were
two sets of three drawers. She pulled out a tee shirt that she was going to
put on while she was there. She then went to her drawers pulling out a pair
of panties and a bra and then an extra pair for Sunday.

       "Is that all your getting?" Jillian asked as Ashley went to her bed
to get a gown that she kept in a couple of plastic storage containers that
were slid under her bed.

       "Yea, that's all I need to get me though to tomorrow." Ashley told
her.

       "Well you might as well stay Sunday night and then we can walk to
class Monday morning. Plus you never know when you might have to stay over
if we work late." Jillian said going back to Ashley's closet and she
started to pull out more of her clothes.  Ashley didn't have a lot of
clothes and Jillian seemed intent on taking most of them.

       "You don't need to take everything. I'm not moving in with you."
Ashley told her.

       "Oh I know but you might as well take everything you might need."
Jillian said with a bright smile as she went to Ashley's drawers, pulling
out several pairs of her panties and bras. Ashley stood there watching her
and she seemed helpless to stop her.

       "Come on, get what you need from under there and you might as well
get your dirty clothes, I got a washer and dryer so you don't have to pay
those machines to wash your clothes." Jillian told her.

       "I can't argue with you on that one, they keep raising the prices on
those damn machines and they don't wash all that well." Ashley told her.

       "Tell me about it, I hated those damn things when I was here. Get
what you need and we'll get out of here and enjoy the rest of the day."
Jillian told her and Ashley found herself doing just that. She pulled out
several gowns and a couple of her shorts and jeans that she kept under her
bed.

       Once she had about everything she would need, she went to the
bathroom to change and also get some of her personal things that she would
need. She put on a clean bra and panties and then a tee shirt and shorts as
it was getting hot outside.  When she came out, she felt better and
cooler. She put the clothes she had been wearing into her dirty clothes bag
and they put the clothes she was taking to Jillian's in a couple of her
suitcases that she kept under the bed. Once she saw all that Jillian had
pulled out she began to wonder is Jillian didn't plan on having her become
her new roommate. Ashley had to admit that it would be nice to live in a
nice apartment instead of a dorm room with her sullen roommate but she was
afraid that she would fall for Jillian even more than she already had. And
she didn't know just where Jillian stood, was she straight, bi, or maybe
lesbian. The jury was still out on that one and she couldn't let her
feelings go too much further before she had an answer to that question.

       They hauled her two suitcases to the elevator and rode on
down. Ashley had to admit that she was a bit excited that she was going to
at least be staying a couple of more nights with Jillian and she didn't
even mind if Jillian farted a time or two.

       "What you smiling about there?" Jillian asked as the elevator doors
opened.

       "Oh nothing," Ashley said as she felt her face warming up.

       "It must be something since your cheeks are blushing, so let me in
on the secret." Jillian said as she picked up one of Ashley's suitcases as
Ashley got the other one.

       "Oh I was just wondering where we could get that gas mask since I'm
going to be sharing a bed with you for the next two nights." Ashley said
then she burst out laughing as Jillian frowned.

       "Oh god, I just farted one time, am I going to be hearing about that
for the rest of my life?" Jillian asked though she was now smiling a bit
now.

       "Yep, I don't plan on letting you forget about it either." Ashley
said enjoying the laugh at poor Jillian's expense.

       "You know that one day the shoe will be on the other foot and you
know I will be merciless." Jillian told her.

       "Nope, won't happen..." Ashley told her putting a confident smile on
her face.

       "Why, you never have gas?" Jillian said with a disbelieving
expression on her face.

       "Nope, never..." Ashley said still keeping a straight face.

       "Yea right..." Jillian told her.

       "And if it should ever happen, which it won't, I'll be damn if I let
you hear me," Ashley said and then she finally had to laugh.

       "Well I hadn't plan letting you know but it didn't work out that way
for me and neither will it for you." Jillian told her.

       "Oh I know but until I slip up, I'm going to rub it in for as long
as possible."  Ashley said laughing.

       "Just remember that when I give you hell over an innocent fart,
you'll have it coming." Jillian warned her and Ashley laughed knowing that
the day would come and Jillian would make good on her word.

       When they then got to Jillian's car, they put Ashley's stuff into
the back seat and headed back to Jillian's apartment. Once they got
everything up to Jillian's apartment, Jillian insisted on making room for
Ashley's clothes, making sure that she had plenty of space if she should
want to bring other things there. This point she seemed intent on making
and Ashley was receiving it loud and clear, but she didn't completely
understand Jillian's motives. Was the project so important that she wanted
her there so that she could monitor what she was getting done and spur her
to work harder? That was a real possibility but Ashley didn't think that
was it or at least not completely it.

       It could also be that maybe, just maybe Jillian, for everything that
she had, was lonely in that apartment. Or maybe Jillian wasn't as straight
as she thought she was, maybe there was an interest there. She did insist
that she share the bed when the couch would have worked just fine, and
there was no real reason for Jillian to insist that she stay with her that
night and Sunday night. Ashley doubted that this was the real reason but
that was the thought that she kept coming back to. But maybe that was just
because that was what she so wanted to believe was the real reason. She
really didn't think Jillian was really her type but she knew that she was
definitely attracted to her.

       "So you ready to go?" she heard Jillian say as she woke from her
thoughts.

       "Do what?" Ashley had to asked more to give her mind time to return
to earth.

       "I said are you ready to go. We got your stuff put away and made
room for more, so let's go find some meanness to get into." Jillian said
with a laugh as she came over taking Ashley's hand pulling her out of the
bedroom and not letting go until they were at the door.

       "Just what type of meanness do you have in mind?" Ashley had to ask.

       "Oh nothing too bad," Jillian said with a laugh as she closed and
locked the door then she took Ashley's hand again, taking her to the
elevator and out to her car that she had parked on the curb in front of the
apartment building.

       Jillian did live up to her promise as she only embarrassed her a
little at the mall trying to get her to try on sexy little dresses and a
bikini, neither of which Ashley would try on. They showed much too much of
her body that she didn't think was as pretty as Jillian's was. Ashley tried
to get Jillian to try them on but she seemed to be having more fun trying
to get her to try them on. They stopped at the food court getting a loaded
bake potato. When they finished eating, it was Ashley's turn to drag
Jillian to the book store. She got most of her books now through the
internet that she could read on her E-Reader. But she still loved to go to
the book stories. She had spent most of her teenage years in book stores or
at the library reading everything that she could. And by reading different
authors, she learned how to write, copying some of their styles and making
them into her own. While she looked at the books, she noticed that Jillian
caroused the newspapers. They were both in their own element as they spent
the next couple of hours there. They did at least buy a couple of things
just to make up for spending so much time there.

       When they left the mall, they stopped at the grocery store to pick
up milk and also some things that Ashley could cook for them on Sunday as
well as that evening.  When they got home, Ashley fixed them a light supper
which they ate at the table.  Then Jillian went to the living room and set
up her laptop on the coffee table as she sat on the floor in front of
it. Ashley set hers up at the kitchen table as she preferred studying as
she sat in a regular chair. This worked fine for her, however Jillian's
kitchen chairs were nice looking, they got hard fast. So she got up and
went to the bedroom. She pulled the pillow that she had used the previous
night bringing it back to sit on.

       "I can get you a softer chair to study with, that way you won't have
to use your pillow." Jillian told her.

       "Oh I'm not using my pillow, I'm using yours," Ashley said with a
big smile as she went on through the living room to the kitchen.

       Jillian laughed, "I don't want to hear any cheek music going on in
there."

       "I told you I don't have gas," Ashley replied as she put the pillow
in the chair and she sat down on it. "Oh yes much better, you do have a
nice pillow."

       "Well it's yours now; I'm not putting my head on anything you've had
your ass on."  Jillian said with a laugh.

       "But it's such a cute ass," Ashley couldn't resist saying and then
regretting that she had done so.

       But then she heard Jillian say, "That it is..." And that made Ashley
smile as she went back to writing on her paper.

       Later on in the evening, Jillian came through to get herself
something to drink, getting Ashley as coke while she was at it. She set
Ashley's drink down beside of Ashley's laptop and then instead of going on
back into the living room, she sat down beside of her.

       "So what're writing?" Jillian asked as she leaned in looking at
Ashley's laptop.

       "Oh just a story for my advance writing class," Ashley said as she
lowered the top of her laptop so Jillian couldn't read it. What she had
told Jillian was true, it was a story for her class but it was also much
more personal than that. When she had come to Jillian's apartment the
previous evening, she had no clue as to what to write about for her class,
but after spending the last twenty-four hours with her, an idea came to her
and she had to go with it.

       "May I read it?" Jillian asked giving Ashley a look of
disappointment as Ashley hid it from her.

       "Ahhh... yea but not until it's done and I get my grade on it, you
see I never let anyone read anything I write until it is done." Ashley told
her and she didn't let anyone read what she wrote until she felt it was
ready but she wasn't so sure she ever wanted Jillian to read this story.

       "Okay, I can understand that, but I'm going to hold you to that
promise," Jillian said flashing her big smile to Ashley who knew that
Jillian wasn't going to let her get by without letting her read the story.

       Ashley smiled back but her stomach was churning as she visualized
Jillian reading that story and what she would think of her. Jillian then
got back up and as she walked away, Ashley felt Jillian's fingers touch her
left shoulder and then run across her back to her other shoulder. Ashley
turned her head and she looked up at Jillian and got another big warm
smile. That smile warmed Ashley's heart and stopped the churning of her
stomach. And once Jillian had turned her head and passed out of the
kitchen, Ashley opened her laptop and her fingers began to fly across the
keys. Jillian's smile had given her a surge of inspiration and her fingers
couldn't type fast enough and she was a fast typist. Ashley lived for these
moments when the words flew out of her and it was during these times that
she felt that she did her best work.

       "I think I've had enough studying for tonight, how about you?"
Jillian said as she came into the kitchen about eleven or so and she was
yawning.

       "I was fine until I saw you yawn," Ashley said as she yawned in
reflex.

       "Sorry," Jillian said frowning a bit.

       "That's okay, I've gotten about as much down on my story as I'm
going to get."  Ashley said as she hit the save icon on her computer
screen.

       "So you want to see what's on TV or go to bed?" Jillian asked as she
came over to where Ashley was sitting.

       "Mmmm... maybe a little TV and then bed, I believe," Ashley said as
she stretched out her arms feeling the strain on her shoulders from sitting
still for so long.

       "Stiff?" Jillian asked as she came in behind of Ashley placing her
hands on Ashley's shoulders.

       "Yea, I always get stiff when I get on a roll with a story. I forget
to move around and by the time I am ready to stop, my shoulders are killing
me." Ashley told her.

       "Well let me see what I can do about that," Jillian said as she
pulled on Ashley's arm getting Ashley to get up and follow her into the
living room.

       "Here sit on the couch," Jillian told her and Ashley did so. But as
soon as she did, she felt Jillian moving her around so that she was sitting
sideways on the couch with her right leg folded under her left leg and her
left foot still on the floor. She felt Jillian sit down behind of her then
she could sense her moving so Ashley turned her head back and saw that
Jillian was getting onto her knees.

       "What you doing?" Ashley asked as she felt Jillian's hands at her
hips pulling her tee shirt up.

       "I'm just taking your tee shirt off so that I can get to your
shoulders better.  Don't worry; I'm not going to rape you or anything."
Jillian said with a little laugh.

       Ashley let out a nervous laugh, yet she let Jillian pull her tee
shirt leaving her in just her white cotton bra. "Now relax," Jillian said
as she placed her hands onto Ashley's shoulders.

       Ashley felt herself tense up as she felt those soft hands on her
bare skin.  "Relax honey," Jillian said in a soft voice and Ashley did
begin to relax as Jillian's hands and fingers began to press into her tense
muscles. It took a couple of more minutes before Ashley could let herself
relax completely as Jillian's hands stayed at her shoulders and they began
to feel good as her fingers pressed in against her shoulders.  Then she
felt the palm of Jillian's hands press between her shoulder blades and that
hurt at first but then it felt good.

       "Mmmm... that does feel better," Ashley said in a soft whisper as
she let the last of the nervous tension go from her body.

       "Good, that's what I wanted. I'm a great shoulder rubber; I used to
do this to my mom all the time when she came home from work." Jillian told
her however Ashley doubted that she did it to her mom when her mom had her
shirt off and was just in her bra.

       Jillian began to hum as she worked and Ashley felt her eyelids get
heavy and she closed them just feeling herself relax more and more. She
didn't even tense as Jillian's hands went lower down her back to where her
bra strap was. They stayed there for a few moments and before Ashley knew
what Jillian had done, her bra strap was unhooked.

       That woke Ashley up and she looked over her shoulder at
Jillian. "Shhhh.. just relax," Jillian whispered to her and Ashley turned
her head back forward. She had tensed up a bit but after a few moments, she
realized that Jillian's hands were staying on her back and not going to her
sides or trying to take her bra on off and uncovering her breasts. There
was a big part of her that wanted to make love to Jillian but the rest of
her wanted to see just who Jillian was and was her intentions were before
she went there. Jillian kept rubbing her back and then went back up to her
shoulders and neck as Ashley's eyes closed again and she got lost in the
wonderful sensations that Jillian's hands and fingers were doing to her.

       Jillian went on for a few minutes more and then her hands
disappeared and Ashley heard Jillian say, "Does that feel better?"

       "Oh yes thank you," Ashley said as she turned her head back toward
Jillian giving her a soft smile.

       "Here's your tee shirt back, why don't you go ahead and take your
bra off and just put your tee shirt on as I go to the bathroom." Jillian
told her as she got up.

       "Thank you," Ashley told her again, "that felt great."

       "Sure any time, I love to give back rubs," Jillian told her giving
her a big smile before turning and going out of the living room.

       Ashley waited until Jillian was gone before she pulled her bra off
then she put her tee shirt back on. She turned around sitting back on the
couch and it was then she realized that her panties were moist and she
hoped that Jillian didn't smell her arousal.  She picked up the remote,
turning on the TV. When Jillian came back, Ashley noticed that she had
changed into a sleep shirt that barely went past her panties; she did look
so sexy making Ashley's panties even wetter. Ashley quickly excused herself
to go to the bathroom, stopping off in Jillian's bedroom to get another
pair of panties and one of her gowns. She went into the bathroom taking off
her tee shirt and then her shorts and panties. She sat on the toilet naked
to pee and resisted the urge to rub her pussy to a nice orgasm. She did
take a moment to use a couple of Jillian's wet wipes to clean the moisture
off her pussy before getting up and changing into her gown and clean pair
of panties.

       When she came back, she saw that Jillian had popped some popcorn and
had a movie ready to play. She sat down on the couch curling her feet up
under her and taking a hand full of popcorn into her hand while Jillian got
the movie started. They watched the movie and by then it was going on two
in the morning so Jillian decided it was time to go to bed. Ashley felt a
bit of nervous energy and excitement as they went into the bedroom. She was
looking forward to sharing the bed with Jillian this time.

       "I thought you said you took my pillow," Jillian said as they
entered the bedroom.

       Ashley laughed as she said, "I found an extra one and used it. I
really didn't want either of us to be sleeping on a pillow that I had been
farting on all evening."

       "Oh gross," Jillian said as she laughed.  "You know we're going to
have to get off talking about farting all the time."

       "Hey you started it," Ashley said in her defense.

       "Then I'm going to end it." Jillian told her.

       "Whatever you say Fart Blossom," Ashley said with a laugh.

       Jillian didn't say anything as she pulled the covers back and Ashley
wondered if she had gone too far but then she saw Jillian grab a pillow and
she came up swinging it hitting Ashley on the side then she burst out
laughing as Ashley stood there in shock.

       "Oh it's on now!" Ashley said running to the other side of the bed
and grabbing the other pillow.

       "Bring it girl," Jillian said with a laugh as she motioned for
Ashley to come at her.

       "I plan on it!" Ashley said as she came toward her with her pillow
cocked.

       "Wait a minute," Jillian said as Ashley was about to swing.

       "What?" Ashley said wondering why Jillian suddenly stopped the game
before it began.

       "First we got to get your glasses off, I don't want to break them
when I beat you to a pulp," Jillian said as she reached up taking Ashley's
glasses off which for some reason felt erotic to her.

       Ashley waited until Jillian had put her glasses on the night stand,
then she said, "You're the one that's going to get beat to a pulp." Then
she began to hit Jillian with her pillow before Jillian could retrieve her
own pillow.

       "Hey no fair!" Jillian yelled as she laughed and also ran around the
bedroom trying to get away from Ashley's pillow. However Ashley kept
herself between Jillian and her pillow, at least for a while but then she
let Jillian get her pillow so that they both could fight.

       They both fought hard to get in more licks but they were both doing
more laughing and squealing than actually hitting each other. After about
fifteen minutes of fighting they both collapsed on the bed out of breath
and laughing.

       "Oh god that was fun," Ashley said in a sigh as they lay side by
side breathing hard.

       "Yes it was and maybe now you will think twice about calling me a
fart blossom," Jillian said.

       "Yea right," Ashley said with a laugh.

       They both lay there in silence for a while and Ashley felt her heart
beating hard as she thought about Jillian laying so close to her, not
touching her but all so close.  Ashley felt the desire to be kissed by
Jillian but in a way she was glad that Jillian didn't try. Instead, Jillian
finally got up declaring it was time for them to get some sleep. They took
turns in the bathroom before getting into the bed.

       "Sweet dreams, Fart blossom," Ashley told her after the lights went
out.

       Ashley felt Jillian moving around and then the expected pillow came
down on her stomach. "Sweet dreams," Jillian told her.

       "Night," Ashley said as she giggled and then she heard Jillian
giggling. And the more Jillian giggled and harder it was for Ashley to stop
giggling.

       "God we sound like a couple of little girls giggling and trying to
stop before our parents come in to hush us up." Jillian said to her.

       "I know, I can just hear my father coming down the hallway." Ashley
replied.

       "Me too," Jillian said as she gave a last giggle then she quieted
down as did Ashley.

       Soon Ashley felt herself falling asleep with a smile on her face
thinking about the day she had with Jillian. So it wasn't a big surprise
that she woke up the next morning realizing that sometime during the night
she had a wonderful dream that she couldn't quiet remember but she knew it
was nice.

       End of Part One
       To be continued...

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