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Soul Mates 6-7: A Black Top Mood By Ron Dow75 6) The Push-up Bra, Funk, and Wagnell In the driver's seat, Nicole's mom said, "Don't slouch." The seventeen-year-old in the white windbreaker with the rainbow up the middle of the front and down the sleeves next to her, hunched over with a shoulder and hEr hands against the safety strap, grumped, "I'm not slouching. I'm protecting these..." and made the minimum head dip to the things shE wished shE didn't have to refer to. The ghost of the girl, though in a pale blue dress with wide white lapels around her v-neck, was leaning forward from the rear seat; she said, 'You can call them boobs.' She could see the male ghost of Taylor surround her most of her physical body like an aura. An aura, which wore a polo shirt and jeans. In her gray overcoat, the single mother, and aunt of two younger girls, tried to convince herself that 'Buddy' (she really didn't want to remember Taylor's real name) was just another being "initiated into the mysteries of womanhood". "It's alright. See? I'm wearing a seat belt?" The pretty-beautiful brunette said under her lowered sculptured brows, "You're not wearing a push-up bra." Her brown hair short and styled, wearing large, rose titanium frame glasses, and still attractive in her late 30's, Margot Getty smiled, "I have. Of course, I'm usually glammed up at the time and feeling uncomfortable, anyway." Nicole-ghost looked at her mom proudly, 'But worth it! Mom's a smoldering ultra-diva when she's in all her finery! She makes men's heads spin off their shoulders!' Taylor-Nicole was in no mood for the mental image of men loosing their heads over a woman in a... Suddenly, shE felt a chill. Daring to look down, shE saw the deep cleavage of a red, around-the-neck halter, and sequined gown. It was Nicole's body, of course; but it was Taylor's ghost head that was starting to get dizzy. Taylor-N brought both of hEr pairs of hands up to trap hEr heads. ShE was just as suddenly back in Nicole's coat, and blue slacks with the four lines of sparkles on each leg. HE hadn't paid attention to whether shE was wearing anything but the black socks (with sparkle hearts) and slip-ons with the gown. And, yes, the safety strap was trying to separate what reinforced taffeta with inserts was built to keep together. ShE had been using the safety belt as it had been adjusted for somebody else! That young teenage cousin Yvonne, probably. Nicole-g was staring at hEr (and her mother was taking glances hEr way). She asked, 'What are you doing?' Taylor-N brought hEr hands down the waved, long and glossy hair. It was so annoying that shE was tempted to yank on it. "I'm trying to keep my head on, on what's important! Nicole! I don't care what your mother looks like! Up until you mentioned looks, I could limit my misery by obsessing on how I felt in this, this, b-bra!" Nicole-g informed him, 'A push-up is going to get you those kinds of looks, even in an oxford shirt.' Working tensed muscles to adjust the belt for this body, Taylor-N declared, "It's all your mom's fault!" Nicole-g told him, 'You volunteered to wear the bra!' Taylor-N said, "I didn't know any better! Your mom made me wear the worst, the absolute worst kind of bra!" ShE just unlocked the belt! The experienced adult woman informed the boy in her daughter's body, "There are worse tops than a push-up." Well-supervised teen Nicole-g thought of all those that she had not experienced yet, 'Like those cut-outs where the nipples are left exposed, but still have the inserts...' Taylor-N's nerves was not soothed, "Variations! There is only one reason to wear bras like this!" Nicole-g said coolly, 'You are still such a boy.' Margot Getty said, "The purpose of those items are to make a woman feel like a woman." Taylor-N cried, "I don't want to feel like a woman!" Nicole-g, remembering last night, said, 'No, you want to feel a woman when you like.' === They arrived early. The drive across the river to Wellington High School wasn't all that long. It could, and would, when things settled into a "normal", be walked. The Impala stopped in the large black asphalt parking lot on the west side of the school. Margot Getty, then, found she had to shake the stranger she preferred to think of as 'Buddy'. "I've learned from the other personalities that have taken over my daughter's life that sheltering her does no good. You're going to school, because she needs to go." Taylor-N, now that was near familiar surroundings, had frozen. Here was where the people who knew him were. Because they knew him, they had to recognize him! They would see him in a girl's clothes in a girl's body. HE was a babe in a push-up bra, inviting everybody to stare at him, Taylor. Nicole-g studied hEr. 'This is worse than when Katie Weinman got stage fright. And she threw up.' Unable to sense her, Nicole's mom asked the interior, "Nicole? I don't have the time for this. I have a business appointment I have to travel to. Could you, uh, do something?" Nicole-g pushed against a shoulder. The ghost of Taylor could be budged out of her body. 'If I push too hard, he'll escape! The whole idea is for him to find out what it's like to be a girl. If he can get past what a guy thinks a guy is supposed to think, there can be some empathy. From both of us.' Nicole-ghost found that she could feel Taylor's ghost body more than her real body. It wasn't as sensual as a real guy's body (not that she, her own personality, had felt all that many guys), but it was better than the nothing she would have thought ghosts felt. While reaching around the high back seat, she leaned forward and, in the sexiest voice she was capable of cooed, 'They say if you blow...in their ear, they'll follow you...anywhere....' Not only did she use her warm, moist breath, she nibbled on his ear. Taylor-N had a conflict of primal emotions. Male pride and preservation fought against the lust and reproduction instinct that were at their root. Taylor-N began to thaw... Only most of his ghost form overlapped with a girl's body. Just barely under his flat chest that Nicole-g's hands were caressing were ones with even larger nipples encased in a bra. The hardening beads were doing something Taylor never felt before. Nicole-g could not see under her, or his, clothes. But she did see the rise in the spirit's pants. As her hands moved further down the front of his increasingly flush body, not only did his bone rise. But most alien of all was the moisture starting to leak from a place Taylor the guy would never have. Taylor-N grabbed and pulled the handle that opened his door, making hEr escape while shE still could. Margot Getty addressed the air, "I don't know what you did. But, next time: Don't!" Feeling like a seductress, the generally wholesome Nicole Getty stretched out her ghost body out sensuously as she slid out through her door. Keeping her eyes on her mom as long as she could, she told her with a pleased smile, 'I've seen you reduce salesmen to babbling idiots who happily fall down stairs.' === Taylor=N should have gotten as far away as his remaining stamina allowed, but hE thought of hErself as haunted. If a ghost didn't stay inside its house, how could you escape from something that could go through walls? Instead, shE was bent over with hEr hand near hEr knees. (Girls' pants rode up differently, which only kept hEr attention on the moist spot. His 'double boner' softened.) Nicole-g was unaware of what she'd done to Taylor-N. On her way out of the parking lot, Margot Getty stopped to say, "Oh! On the idea of 'Variations'? I remember my sister having tops that prove otherwise. I'll ask about what she did with them." Nicole-g enthusiastically exclaimed, 'Wow! I hear that Aunt I had some pretty outre phases!' Taylor-N muttered, "I was right. They're out to torture me." A girl with a stuffed up voice said, "What's this about tops?" Taylor-N straightened up to see a girl as tall as his ghost-self. She would have been very beautiful if it weren't for the bandage that covered her nose and the black eyes. Nicole-g informed Taylor-N, 'This is Matilda. She's the first person to introduce herself to me once she thought I was a real model.' The girl said, "You're staring at Matilda." Taylor-N apologized. Another girl, more melodic, said, "Don't be. Matilda likes being stared at. Being stared at is Matilda's whole life." This was a girl who got stared at for reasons opposite of models. Matilda said with exaggerated pride, "Matilda likes to be seen when she is at her best." The girl smaller than Nicole said, "I know; I know. 'If Matilda were a real model already, Matilda would be recovering in some 'by-invitation-only' exclusive spa'. - Just remember, I have all of your "Before" pictures." Matilda turned her nose job in the air and said, "Paparazzi!" Nicole-g said, 'The other is Tiffani Funk. I think she's Matilda's manager, or something.' Taylor-N thought, =How about blackmailer?= Matilda was tall and bony; Tiffani was squat and pudgy. Matilda's hair was long, red and expertly styled; Tiffani's hair was short, dirty blonde and unkempt. Matilda had day makeup on; Tiffani had none. Matilda wore jewelry on just about anywhere it could be worn; Tiffani wore only a wristwatch/calculate with a plastic band, and heavy rings on each finger of her right hand. Matilda wore a faux fur coat that had the orange-white-and-black markings of a tropical fish, a hip-riding wicker mini skirt and matching pumps; Tiffani wore loose, worn jeans and a black-and-gold "Vanderbilt" sweatshirt. The two were out of central casting: Find me opposites. Dismissing Tiffani from her thoughts, and taking Taylor-N by an arm, Matilda asked, "What were you saying about tops?" Nicole-g suggested, 'The tops are my Aunt Irene's!' Being lead, Taylor-N said, "They're Nicole's aunts." Tiffani warned, "Careful! You don't want to be like Matilda and third person yourself onto everybody's nerves." Matilda explained, "In the modern world, models are royalty. Matilda doesn't use the royal-we, because she's not a fashion queen, yet. Third person pronouns, then, reflect her status as a princesses." Tiffani sighed, "And that's the crux of Matilda's problem. Too many fairy tales." Nicole-g asked, 'Do kids still read fairy tales?' Taylor-N thought, =Don't ask me. I didn't read; I watched cartoons." Matilda had a one-track mind, "Tell Matilda about the tops. Is she correct: Nicole's aunt is an artist? Are the tops hand-painted? That would make them originals! Matilda hears that Nicole's aunt paints nudes." Taylor-N stopped so quickly shE pulled free of Matilda's grip. "Nude...as in...?" ShE had a vision of hEr wearing a t-shirt and nobody knowing shE was wearing a t-shirt. ShE quickly brought hEr hands up, but covered hErself with hEr arms. (Why should shE care!? It's not like they were hErs! But, then, Nicole was standing right there.) The over reaction, and shE was back in Nicole's clothes. Tiffani said, "You have it wrong, again, Matilda. The woman doesn't paint nudes. She paints IN the nude!" Nicole-g defended her family: 'Aunt Irene goes back to censor things to make her works more artistic, and less pornographic!' Taylor-N thought, =Less?= Matilda took Taylor-N's arm down, and got her moving again with, "Tacky." Tiffani was saying, "...Duchamps is most noted (and I will not say "famous") for her attempts to capture modern dance moves and dramatic scenes through the use of different colors and transition techniques..." Nicole-g mumbled, 'Or you could phrase it that way.' Taylor-N now saw why those abstracts shE'd seen at the aunt's house looked like something hE should know. "No wonder the garage-studio's door's kept locked." The non-t- shirt t-shirt was back on Taylor-N, this time, it was more of an abstract of a "blue period". Nicole's coat and slacks were distracted back on hEr with: Matilda, annoyed, said, "Munch Bunny, Matilda thought you weren't going to show off how smart you are!" Taylor-N whispered to Nicole-g, " 'Munch Bunny'?" She shrugged. [They had reached the smooth-gravel-in-asphalt walkway beyond the dividing parking curbs. They were about 9 yards from the double side door of the galvanized-steel-and-glass of the Annex.] Tiffani told Matilda, "Art is not about intelligence. It's about esthetics!" Matilda scorned, "What do you know about esthetics!? Look at you!" She stopped, to turn her attention to somebody more worthy, "Nicole and Matilda breath esthetics!" She unzipped her aquarium-fish coat, and opened it up for Taylor-N to see beneath, "Nicole appreciates the labor of love true beauty requires." To Taylor-N, Matilda's thin string halter that fell to just above her bellybutton looked like it was made from a Hawaiian "Sunset" shirt. "As Matilda has said, she's a summer. Nicole is a fall." Taylor-N had no idea what she was talking about. Nicole-g said, 'I wear what I like. And fashion is not the idea behind Mom's catalog business.' Tiffani-N said, "Summer is also the most flashy and trashy." Another girl was heard from, "Matilda! That is a new outfit?!" This one was black with straight hair who went a little heavy on crimson in her makeup. She wore heavy gold hoop earrings, had a gold bug brooch, and wore rings on two fingers of each hand. Her coffee leather coat was open to show her tailored dress, the top was olive drab, and, from a point under her bust to sides of her waist, a dark khaki skirt that went to mid thigh. She wore sea green leg covers and matching pumps. Matilda said, "Shandra! You noticed!" And she spread the coat open further to model. "Matilda got it at a 15% discount at Deimlien's! They know when Matilda wears something it advertises! Matilda got the skirt at Pier 9. Doesn't the top just scream for a grass skirt? So, tell Matilda, do you love or just love it?" [Now the walkway was as good as blocked.] Shandra said, "Love it! But you look edgy in anything, Phaula." Taylor-N whispered to Nicole-g, "Phaula??" Shandra ran her hands down her thighs, "I wish I had your body." Taylor-N didn't understand her problem; shE thought she had a body more like Nicole's, the kind shE like. She could cut back on the makeup, though. Matilda said, "Shandra looks edgy in her own style. If everybody had Matilda's body there would be no examples. Then there'd be no Anybody. But, tell Matilda...? It's makeover time? Matilda's not wrong?" Shandra agreed, "My closet is getting stale. There is just so much mixing and matching a girl can do without going classic." Matilda gathered up Shandra and Taylor-N by the waist and escorted them towards the double side doors. Tiffani and Nicole-g followed. "Let's all talk about the latest trends, and which ones Anybody will bend." Shandra joined in, "Or break!" Taylor-N didn't know how to talk girl! ShE slipped around Matilda's arms, explaining, "I, uh, forgot something at home that I don't know what it is. I'll run away. I see you-When you see me first!" Tiffani said, "Coward." Nicole-g rushed to get in front of Taylor-N, 'She's right: You are a coward! I thought guys were supposed to be brave!' Taylor-N told her, "There's brave, and there's stupid." Shandra said, "Did that girl just put us, Matilda?" Tiffani said, "I insult you all the time." Her eyes on Taylor-N, Matilda dismissed Tiffani with, "And Anybody doesn't care what you have to say." Then to herself, and Shandra, "But is Nicole Anybody?" Nicole-g tried to block Taylor-N. 'You're here at school to learn-Now get back there and learn what it means to be a girl!' Taylor-N told her, "I know enough to know they're exactly what I thought they were. I don't like girls' clothes. And I don't like this body!" Shandra asked, "That girl is turning her back to us!" Matilda thought she had an idea, "No! You hear her: She doesn't like her clothes and body, either! She needs a makeover, too!" Reflexively, Shandra cried, "Makeover!" Tiffani commented, "Say the magic word "makeover", and all their concerns are forgotten." Nicole-g stood with her arms out in front of hEr. Taylor-N dared her. ShE strode forward, wanting her to push his ghost-self out of Nicole's body. It looked like, one why or another, Taylor would make his escape. Nicole-g needed a miracle. A girl called out from further out in the parking lot, "Taylor!! Is that you?!!" Nicole-g turned to see who was calling the dead boy's name. Without anything to pressing back against Taylor's ghost form, hE fell, taking hEr physical body with him over the parking curb and into an empty parking space. Shandra said, "This is a model?" 'Model' Matilda showed sympathy, "Runways don't have obstacles." The quirky-cute girl with the large black eyes who had called out approached the group. Besides her generic black backpack slung over a shoulder, she wore black wedge oxfords, black leggings, an open black "Steelers" nylon jacket, and a long purple blouse with black squiggle print. Nicole-g asked Taylor-N, "Who is she?" The brunette whose hair was up in a leopard print bun-bag and was longest on her shoulder side waited until she was close enough that she did not have to raise her voice much to say, "You're in so much trouble with Dad, Taylor." Taylor-N put hEr face down and covered hEr heads. =Damned push-up!!= 07) The Third Person The quirky-cute girl with big black eyes said to the person lying facedown on the black top, "Dad's been worried, because that's what dad's do. Jayson said you were probably with a girl. I told Dad not to believe him. But look at you: Four girls!" It took a few seconds for it to register on Nicole-g that the girl's glance included her! The tall, thin and stylish auburn hair girl said, "Taylor? Matilda is confused. Matilda thought her name was Nicole?" The short, squat and frumpy Tiffani had her fun, "Matilda is confused. Her name is Matilda, not Nicole. But, then, third person usage can cause confusion." That gave the real Nicole-g (the perfectly average figure in a simple, old-fashioned loose but wasted dress) an idea; crossing her fingers, she said, 'If your name was Matilda, wouldn't you rather be called Nicole?' The attractive and polished black girl Shandra was still thinking of the Taylor-N on the ground, and how the girl had "put her": "I bet she's not even a model." Nicole-g said to Taylor's sister, stepping next to the leader of the girls, 'you do know Matilda's going to be a famous model?' Taylor's little sister said, "I know about Matilda. All the girls know about her." (The tone she said it in wasn't a slam, so Matilda felt pleased at the acknowledged, if local, fame.) Her concern eased over having found her big brother, she finally noticed what he was wearing, "Is Matilda the reason you're wearing those clothes?" Taylor-N was grateful that hE hadn't been forced into a dress, skirt or blouse this morning. And that hE had established the "no jewelry" rule. There was nothing blatantly obvious that hE had on a girl's clothes. Still, the four lines of sparkles on each leg was the first clue, not to mention their softer material and cut. The others would come when hE turned around and his sister could see that the buttons were all on the wrong side. And, of course, that push-up bust! (Please, the damp spot hadn't seeped through, had it?) So overwhelmed by hEr own mortification (and discomfort from laying on breasts concentrated by a push-up bra), shE forgot his sister had a "no" rule of her own. Mildly offended, Matilda told her, "Matilda knows better than to put winter colors on a fall complexion. Anyone was just talking about the need for a major makeover when you arrived." The girl who up till now had been interested only in making a statement with her clothes smiled, "You are one of Anyone! That's right!" And she looked at two other beautiful girls, "And so are you! My name is Kaylynne Estes." (Tiffani said, "I'm not. I'm just the Associate.") Shandra scanned the girl without much makeup (her lip gloss was more lip balm) whose theme was too black. "You are not Anybody." Nicole-g said, 'You could be, if you had a makeover.' Kaylynne saw this as the excuse she'd been looking for, "Could you make me over?" Shandra said, "My, aren't we pushy." Matilda had a different attitude: "What a challenge! Three complete and total makeovers at once!" Shandra said, "Unh, unh! Count me out. I'm not sharing the spotlight with anybody but Anybody. Makeovers are about me and my support." Kaylynne knew when to butter, "You don't need a makeover. You look perfect as you are." Shandra was flattered, "I strive." Kaylynne said to the rabid fashion diva, "So, the makeover will be just the two of us?" She gestured towards Nicole-g. Matilda, of course, did not see Nicole-g standing next to her. "Matilda does not need a makeover. Matilda has it together, all the time. Matilda is constantly reinventing herself." Kaylynne sensed she had said something wrong, but didn't know what. Nicole-g said, 'Er, Matilda's on a level above mere "makeover". Several.' Kaylynne, still confused, sought to sooth ruffled feathers, "Of course! Others use Matilda as the example for their makeovers." Matilda was satisfied. "Make an appointment with my planner." Then she said to Shandra, "You know Anyone gets together before school to compare." (The situation apparently saved, Nicole-g moved away from Matilda. She had to step on Taylor-N before shE crawled away.) Shandra's attentiveness was only towards Matilda as they walked towards the double side door: "Right, the gathering. We have to talk to Brie. She's been letting her appearance drop below Standards." Matilda agreed, "She always gets that way when she breaks. Anybody should know appearance is about more than mere boys...." Shandra agreed with her, "If Brie cannot look like Anybody, maybe she should not be Anybody..." Tiffani had brought out an organizer and mechanical pencil. "I can schedule in for next week, this day. 4:30 to 6 at Whitegate Mall. I can notify you, if there has been a change in Mitilda's appointments." === Soon Tiffani and her bag with wheels had joined with the others who were passing out of the parking lot and into the doors that lead to the school cafeteria section. The traffic of students that had had to detour around the klatch of girls blocking the walkway, passed. The ones behind them claimed the walkway. A few of these had enough time to slow down and look at the girl out talking to the girl laying face down on the black top. Or was she talking to herself? Meanwhile, Nicole-g had just taken her stretch pump off of Taylor-N. (Taylor-N immediately got on hEr elbows and off the boobs. HE hid hEr face in hEr hands.) Kaylynne said to the girl in the pale blue classic cut dress with the white lapels, "How long is Taylor going to lay low there?" Then directly to the subject, "Dad's dropped us off, and is gone!" Nicole-g thought she understood, 'You're Taylor's sister. You inherited his talent.' Kaylynne, indignant, said, "Please! I don't like being associated with him with him any more than I have to. If Dad wasn't worried about him, I would've ignored the jerk." Nicole-g asked, 'So, uh, Taylor's a jerk?' The shorter, less busty Kaylynne said, "Let me guess. You're the reason Taylor didn't come back home yesterday." How do you tell somebody that his brother died because of you? Nicole-g stepped towards the disclosure, 'He, uh, spent the night at my house. -With Mom, Aunt I and my cousins.' Kaylynne said, "Unh, hunh. And you still don't know he's a jerk?" (She got the message from Nicole-g and those that had to slow and move around her. She stepped over a parking curb onto the parking lot proper, as well.) Nicole-g said, 'I'm trying to give him lessons.' Her arms crossed under her bust, Kaylynne snorted, "Lot's of luck!" She then looked at the jerk on the ground. " 'The men in our family don't get tamed'. Ask Dad." [There was a comment in the small audience about "the women, too".] Nicole-g relaxed a bit, 'Oh!... It's just not Taylor. You think guys in general are jerks.' Her weight on one hip, Kaylynne said, looking back at her, " "General"? Try 991/2%. But there's always a special place for brothers." Nicole-g thought she figured why she was talking to her. Leaning closer, she waved a hand in front of the girl's face, 'Just how much can you see?' Taylor-N told her, "She has a mild astigmatism, but refuses to wear her glasses." Kaylynne uncrossed her arms. "Did you say that?" and leaned forward so that Nicole-g had to lower her hand. [Now the skeptics had less reason to doubt she was seeing things.] Nicole-g said, 'She sees our blurry ghost forms (and my physical body) as just more blurs, but she can't hear your own voice, only my body's voice? That's odd.' Taylor-N said, "Odd!? Wait until you get to know her. Odd doesn't begin to cover her." Kaylynne figured out the direction the voice was coming from, "You have a twin? Who is she to talk about me like that!?!" [The jokes had started building among the handful.] Nicole-g suggested, 'Why don't you put your glasses on?' Taylor-N said, "She didn't bring them. She never takes them with her." Kaylynne thought she'd found the girl; leaning over her, she said, "I thought this was Taylor." [Someone told the group of bystanders who she was.] Taylor-N hurried to get up, "I am a jerk! I'm not Taylor! What was I worried about!! She can't see me clear enough to-" Nicole-g was in time to drop her butt on hEr butt and the small of hEr back. 'Kaylynne, sit with me.' Taylor-N lost hEr breath and couldn't curse hEr boobs. Kaylynne said, "Nice family," as she watched the girl she mistook for real sit on the person she had thought was Taylor, but now was thinking it might be the girl's twin. Her hand went out for something. But she did straddled hEr shoulders. "This is a guy. Taylor, what's going on!?!" [That did it! The witnesses had seen enough. The Estes Family's reputation was reinforced.] Taylor-N cried, "Get off of me!!" and started to apply the strength of both hEr bodies. Kaylynne stopped his push-up by pulling his arms out from under him. "Keep still, or I'll use the secret weapon." [Hearing the words "secret weapon", two guys and a girl goth-types (undertaker, neo-primitive, and vamp) decided to lurk behind some shrubs up on a landscaper's flatbed.] Cursing, Taylor-N took the threat seriously, and stayed the way she'd left him. Scooting more side-saddle to be able to see her better, Nicole-g asked, 'Secret weapon?' Kaylynne shook her head, "It's a family secret, and too weird for anybody else to understand." Nicole-g said, 'I wouldn't say that. My life's become completely weird since I met Taylor.' Kaylynne gave a short, hard laugh, "You don't know what weird is! You'd have to be-" Nicole-g said, 'A ghost? ...Both here and on the astral plane?' Finally, she got it: Kaylynne scolded her brother, "Taylor!! You took a girl's body!?!" And she slapped the back of hEr head. "Wait until Dad hears about-" An adult male voice said, "The school can no longer tolerate bullying. There've been enough law suits as it is." Forgetting that the adult could not see her, the startled and intimidated Nicole-g fell from her perch on Taylor-N's seat. [Most of the remaining audience was intimidated to put some distance between them. They had seen too many martial arts shows.] Kaylynne looked up and told her computer teacher, "I don't bully. I was convincing this pervert to do the right thing. You will note that I stand for conservative values, which allows me to bust..." Mr. Nakajima told her, "If you want to spread conservative values, take it off the campus, next time." The short sleeves of his white sports shirt showed the respectable muscles on the stocky man. Taylor-N took that opportunity to scramble. Distracted, Kaylynne was toppled from hEr back. But she easily rolled up onto her wedge oxfords and stood up in one seeming motion. Nicole-g got up herself, as she cried, 'Taylor!! Come back here!! Please!! At least give it a try!!' Knitting his thick eyebrows, Mr. Nakajima said, "Society has gotten rotten, when girls are acting like boys. If you want to act conservative, act like a lady and..." [The comment about society sent the goths into their own quiet cheers: Undertake put his tall hat over his heart, neo-primitive waved an air spear, and the vamp stuck out her studded tongue and bared her fangs.] Kaylynne wasn't paying attention to the teacher. She was staring at something between the escaping Taylor and the girl. "Whoa, ho! I've never seen one that thick. It's not a string; it's more like a cord!" The teacher cried, "Estes!" as she walked away from him. But, he saw, she wasn't going far. She wasn't going away from him; she was going towards something. Kaylynne stopped, and seemed to look at nothing. She reached out, and, looking at Taylor-N running through the parking lot...plucked air. Nicole-g heard a "twoong" as from a bass string of a ghost- harp. Something gripped Nicole's-g heart as she saw Taylor-N suddenly stop and shake out on the asphalt! Kaylynne smiled and turned her head towards Nicole-g. "The secret weapon. Taylor's not going to get away. He's too connected to you." Nicole-g said, 'Connected?' Taylor-N did appear to be recovering. The pressure on her heart eased somewhat. Mr. Nakajima was now concerned for his charge, "Miss Estes, are you seeing things?" Kaylynne turned to him, still smiling. "The red string! The only thing like what I can see that I've heard about are the stories of the red string in Japan." Mr. Nakajima said, "I wouldn't know. I'm American." Kaylynne told him, while glancing at Nicole-g to let her know that she was really explaining to her, "I see three strong strings connected to you, Mr. Nakajima. The strongest one," she sniffed, "I would imagine belongs to your son. That means the other is your daughter's. You haven't been on very good terms with your wife for a long while, have you?" Mr. Nakajima looked at her as if he was wondering if he should believe in psychics. Kaylynne continued with, "I can see other connections; they're not as bright and noticeable as family connections, but if I ever made a point of studying what the differences mean, I bet I could figure them out. But I bet one of them means that you're having an affair with a teacher." Mr. Nakajima paled. He told the student, "I'll let this incident pass, today. I don't want to catch you, uh, doing, the bullying, again." And he stumbled as he turned and headed for the nearest door. [The goth-types were impressed.] Kaylynne nearly giggled at the adult as she returned her large astigmatic eyes to Nicole-g, "Let me be the first to say, 'Welcome to the family'!" Nicole-g was still trying to deal from a feeling she didn't know she had before. 'What?' Kaylynne told her, "The string!" and she put her hand on something that Nicole-g couldn't see. "It's definitely family. That means you're family!" [The goth-types wondered among themselves if her family had invisible men, specters or, perhaps, demons.] Nicole-g said, 'Well, I have been trying to convince myself I'm his wife.' Kaylynne grinned, "Stop trying. This connection proves that you two are meant to be together. That's what those stories of the red string are about. And the more emotional you are about each other," and she lifted her hand, with some effort, a couple of inches, "the more taut the string becomes." She released the invisible string. Nicole-g heard the "twoong" again, only it was louder and deeper, now. Taylor-N was stopped again in hEr attempt to escape. This time the shaking drove hEr down onto a knee onto the side of the driveway as shE clutched hEr heart. Nicole-g could not take it any more! It looked, and felt like to her, that Taylor was in some kind of distress. She hurried out to him. Kaylynne went with her, explaining, "If I'd been more worried about the jerk, I would've noticed the string that connects me to him before. After I checked it last night, I let it get loose. But not yours! I've never seen a connection as tight as yours. (Except for worried moms and their sick or missing kids.)" [The goths jumped down from the flatbed to skulk among the vehicles.] Nicole-g kept her eyes on the trembling Taylor-N out on the sidewalk. 'Why can't I see it? I am half astral at the moment, aren't I?' Kaylynne, still smiling, and pleased to be recognized as an expert at something, said, "It's like genetics. No one inherits everything from their mom. Some things we share with Taylor, some things we don't. I know that Taylor or Jayson can't see them. Only me." She frowned, and said, "Which is probably why wearing glasses doesn't do me much good." Nicole-g asked, '...Jayson?' Kaylynne told her, "Jayson's my twin brother. Fraternal, of course." Nicole-g asked as she neared Taylor-N angrily standing, waiting for them, 'Does Jayson have any, uh, paranormal talents, like you and Taylor?' Kaylynne said, frowning, "Think of the two of us dividing up the curse in half. What he doesn't have I have, and vice versa. Opposite. And lately... Well, you won't have any trouble thinking of him as a jerk." Taylor-N told her, "You've just proven who's the jerk! That wasn't fun, you know!" Kaylynne played shock, "You want me to make it fun!?! Taylor, I'm your sister!" Taylor-N ground Nicole's teeth in frustration. Nicole-g tried to hug him, but shE pushed her arms away with hEr arms. Nicole-g had to be satisfied to tell hEr, 'I was so worried for you!' Taylor-N said, "You can thank Kaylynne for that. What do you think her secret weapon is!?! It makes you feel the bond you have...." It began to dawn on hEr what shE had been in denial about. Kaylynne was grinning. But not at hEr. She was grinning at... "-Oh, no!" Taylor-N groaned. His doom was sealed. Kaylynne said, "You would never have that kind of reaction for me." Taylor-N declared, "No! I refuse! Bonds can be weakened. Broken! Look at me and my family! Look at Dad and Mom!!" And hE turned to make one last attempt to escape hEr fate. "I'm not going to be tied down in ribbons and bows, and laces and, and put in bond-age in corsets and Push-up Bras! -And any of those other things that-" ShE ran into a hard body in a safety helmet, elbow and kneepads, 'ski' poles, boys scout hiking pack and a tan polo shirt and jeans. His 'slippery' shoes caused him to reach out to grab Taylor-N for support. Nicole-g immediately recognized him. His name was Martin Wright. Kaylynne said, "Uh, oh... I see something." The End of this installment