Assume the Position 4 -- by lightswitch (C) June 2010 This is a sequel, inspired by readers' responses to JunkTruck's graphic rendering (posted on the Renderotica site) of my original story "Assume the Position." Post 4 of 4. (FF, lesbian), teen, (reluctant, nonconsensual), (interr, interracial), (white female, wf; black female, bf, asian female), humiliation, catfight, (high school Phys Ed class setting), 1st time lesbian =========== Maryanne Butler strained her peripheral vision as she lathered her short blonde hair, trying to appear nonchalant as she tried to catch a glimpse of the object of her desire through the steamy mist of the showers. The white-tiled room was filled with young women of assorted races, all showering after their phys ed class. Closest, and to the left, was Kaneesha, a pretty black teen with dark skin and straight, black hair that hung a bit past her shoulders. Kaneesha had a bright white smile framed by full, sensuous lips. The contrast of white soapy suds against Kaneesha's smooth, dark skin sent a strange tingle of arousal through Maryanne's loins. But Kaneesha was not the girl for whom Maryanne was looking. To her right Maryanne saw an achingly beautiful brunette with pale, smooth skin. She didn't know this girl's name, but the girl's face was gorgeous: High cheekbones; long, dark lashes; her heart-shaped face framed by long, dark hair -- Maryanne felt herself grow moist as she watched the attractive stranger soaping one long, tapered leg. But this beautiful nameless brunette was not the girl for whom Maryanne was looking. Next to the pretty brunette was a muscular black girl named Latifa. This girl was obviously a body builder and her dark, almost-black skin glistened under the shower spray. A long, flowing, black ponytail rose improbably from the top of Latifa's head and flowed down her broad back, to hover just above her muscular dark ass cleavage. Briefly, Maryanne wondered what it would be like to top such a dark, exotic powerhouse. But this attractive, muscular black girl was not the girl for whom Maryanne was looking. Under the showerhead next to Latifa was a black girl sporting light-brown dreadlocks. This girl had multiple piercings and the only reason Maryanne knew her name was because the girl's appearance was so unusual. People called this girl "Kane." Maryanne didn't know if that was her first or last name, but it was said she was from Jamaica. With her island looks, exotic hairstyle, and lush nude body, it was hard not to stare. But she wasn't the one for whom Maryanne was looking. The petite blond scanned the other girls in the shower, still not finding her prize. There was the pretty Hindu girl, Lakshmi, whose golden-brown skin almost glowed with sienna warmth. Maryanne had never seen Lakshmi without her distinctive loose bun; seeing her with her long, black hair loose made Maryanne's mouth water. The bright red dot on her forehead made her look even more exotic. Standing beyond the Indian girl was a studious-looking black girl with pigtails whom Maryanne almost didn't recognize without her glasses. But these weren't the ones for whom Maryanne was looking. Finally, she spotted the girl for whom she'd been looking. "Li," the flushed blonde whispered, running her tongue over her suddenly parched upper lip, as her brightblue eyes drank in the short Asian's luscious form. The petite Filipino had her back to Maryanne and was bending over to slowly soap one slender, golden leg, giving the breathless blonde a perfect, covert look at her trim ass. Had it only been a few months ago that Maryanne had, on impulse, selected Li as a wrestling partner, in this very phys ed class? They had assumed the classic wrestling starting position, Maryanne on top of course, and began a fevered match. In no time at all, the dominant blonde had flopped the tiny Asian onto her back and lain on top of her, pinning the seductive Filipino with her own, slightly larger body. Li had made a great show of struggling under the panting blonde, writhing and moaning in her futile attempts to escape. Maryanne still didn't know if she had really been that much stronger than Li or if the tiny Asian had been submissively aroused at having been dominated. The pretty Filipino had wrapped her legs around Maryanne's ass and furiously thrust her pelvis as if trying to throw the bigger white girl off. "But if she had really wanted to throw me off," Maryanne reasoned, for the hundredth time since the hot event, "why would she have wrapped her legs around me?" Maryanne had spent the rest of the class laying on top of the tiny, writhing Filipino, pinning the little Asian's arms to the floor and lying with her face hovering so close to Li's that their lips grazed when the tiny Asian thrust her pelvis. Her own burning nipples had been pressed against Li's; she remembered marveling how Li could be so much shorter, yet have breasts so much larger. Maryanne had so badly wanted to kiss her conquered partner -- to press her lips against the petite Asian's and to physically progress to where all of their actions appeared to have been leading. But she had been too afraid. Afraid of being seen by the other girls. Afraid of discovering she had been mistaken and that Li was not open to being sexually dominated by another girl. Eventually, the bell had rung and Maryanne had reluctantly rolled off her victim. Both had been flushed, whether from arousal or exertion, she hadn't been able to tell. Li had left without a word and without making eye contact. Maryanne had gone home and masturbated furiously, reliving the encounter again and again She fantasized about forcing the pretty Asian to her knees and forcing that beautiful, exotic face down between her own pale, creamy thighs ... imagining those dark eyes gazing up worshipfully at her as the submissive girl lovingly lapped her blonde muff. Coming back to the present, she watched the petite Filipino girl stroll unabashedly from the now-empty showers towards the locker room, toweling her short, dark hair as she walked. Maryanne's mouth went dry as she stared at the exotic Asian beauty strolling by with both arms rubbing the towel on her head, jiggling her impossibly large, exposed boobs as she walked. With a start, Maryanne realized two things: The other girls had left the shower and filed into the locker room, and her slit was slick with excitement from her torrid fantasies. Flushing deeply with embarrassment, she hurried to her locker, hoping Kaneesha, standing to her left, wouldn't smell her arousal and recognize it for what it was. Two more girls were here, who she had not seen in the showers: Oprah, the tall, thick-bodied black Squad Leader for three phys ed classes, and Jolene, a scrawny, freckled white girl with long, straight, dirty-blonde hair parted down the middle. Jolene's hooded eyes and slack-jawed expression bespoke generations on the bottom rung of trailer society. Maryanne suppressed a grimace ... it figured that Jolene would skip her shower to slide into her dirty jeans and midriff-baring rag of a blouse; but it was surprising to see the big Squad Leader skipping a shower. Usually Oprah would tongue-lash anyone she saw skimping on hygiene. Today, however, the big Squad Leader seemed to be watching the clock ... and scowling, impatiently. As the assembled girls busily dried themselves and/or began dressing, the locker room door burst open. As one, heads swiveled to see what had caused the commotion. There, disheveled and panting, was a bedraggled blonde in a sweat-stained cheerleader uniform. Maryanne didn't remember seeing her before. The flustered blonde tried to speak, but was badly out of breath -- either from exertion or fear. "Sex ... slave!" the shaking blonde raved. "Christine! Ms Svenson! Black ... dominatrixes" She gulped air, leaning against the doorjamb for support. "Ms. Washington!" she declared, as if intoning a fundamental secret of earth-shattering importance. The girl visibly tried to catch her breath before revealing what was obviously important news, in her mind. "White ...Bitch ... Buster!" the breathless cheerleader nearly shouted. The assembled girls regarded her with mixtures of confusion, pity, and disdain. Someone laughed and that set the rest of the group tittering. "This poor white girl needs t'get laid," Kane laughed, setting many of the other girls off again. "Dominationics?!? She's so horny, she done gone off her nut!" Everyone laughed. The bedraggled blonde glared at the Jamaican girl and continued screaming incoherent accusations, interspersed with pleas for help. The white girl's face, livid with rage, suddenly went pale as her gaze fell upon the big Squad leader, who was giving her an evil smile. "Well, hello Michelle!" Oprah smiled, her lush, nude body jiggling as she strolled towards the wide-eyed cheerleader, who stared, frozen as if she were a deer caught by oncoming set of headlights. "Michelle?" Maryanne thought, "that's her name? Oprah seems to know her." The big squad leader was grinning smugly. "I knew you'd come," she smirked at the pale blonde. "And I knew you'd be late. A slutty, submissive exhibitionist like you'f like nothing better than t'get worked over in front of a crowd." The big girl's left hand flashed out and grabbed the hapless cheerleader by the front of her skimpy top. Oprah roughly pulled the paralyzed blonde to her, while at the same time burying her meaty right fist deep in the white girl's exposed midriff. The blow lifted Michelle off her feet by over 18 inches, knocking the wind from the frightened cheerleader, whose cheeks puffed out as her eyes clenched shut in pain. With Oprah's strong fist holding her top immobile, the net effect was to raise the cheerleader's lower half off the ground by a significant distance. "FIGHT! FIGHT!" came the enthusiastic chant from the crowd. Reacting instinctively, Maryanne jumped to intercede -- but was halted by a firm hand on her by the shoulder. Turning, she looked saw a look of warning in Kaneesha's lovely, dark eyes. "Don't even think about it, snowflake," the pretty black teen murmured, flashing a wry grin. "You're the second shortest girl here. Oprah would flatten you as if she was stepping on a dented Coke can ... and still beat the living hell out of your girlfriend there." "She's not my girlfriend," Maryanne said, reflexively, looking back and forth between the pretty black girl restraining her and the big black girl who was busy pummeling the bedraggled cheerleader, pinned against the lockers. "But I can't just stand here and do nothing!" the petite blonde cried, again trying to get past her savior and break up the fight. "Someone has to do something! The two of us can stop her, if we worked together!" Still focused on the beating going on in front of her, Maryanne didn't notice the slim black girl sidle up behind her and slide her strong dark arms around the white girl's chest in a restraining bearhug. Kaneesha wrapped her arms around the white girl's chest, crossing her arms so that her right hand was on the white girl's left boob and her left hand was on the white girl's right boob. "Kaneesha, please!"Maryanne begged, "We have to help! We have to stop this fight!" Maryanne suddenly became keenly aware that both of them were still nude. The close contact sent an unexpected wave of pleasure through her. Kaneesha was gentle, but unrelenting. "Baby girl," she murmured, "when this is all over, you gonna thank me for stopping you." Held firmly, Maryanne could only watch. "I know you're type," Oprah was saying, still holding the hapless white girl by the front of her cheerleader uniform while continuing to gut punch the girl. "You white girls are all the same: You act all prissy and aloof, but you all melt when a superior black woman roughs you up a bit." No longer forced against the supporting lockers, every powerful blow lifted Michelle's ass up towards the ceiling and her feet splayed out as she doubled over, feet off the floor. Michelle got a temporary reprieve as the clasp on her top broke. No longer restrained, the next punch sent the beaten blonde sailing backwards through the air to land heavily against the lockers. The white girls cheered and urged the groggy blonde to get to her feet and fight back. Reacting instinctively, the dazed cheerleader managed to shakily regain her feet, her now-exposed pale boobs quivering as she tried to stand and focus her eyes. Oprah laughed and quickly slid behind the dazed blonde. Grinning victoriously, she grabbed the white girl and pulled her close. The big black girl pushed the groggy blonde's head between her deep, dark cleavage and then pushed her massive dark breasts together, trapping the white girl's head between them. Michelle clawed frantically at the dark, fleshy mounds engulfing her head. The assembled crowd could make out faint, muffled screams -- all but lost as Oprah cruelly pressed her big breasts together, crushing the hapless blonde's head. Michelle struggled and writhed, but soon succumbed to the overpowering tit-smother. Her fingers lost strength and her nerveless arms slowly slid down to hang limply at her sides, twitching periodically. Her body would have fallen, if not held up by the cruel pressure around her head. The white girl's body sagged until her knees touched, though her feet were still in their normal stance. Her pale breasts quivered as she lost consciousness. "You're killing her!" Maryanne cried, struggling to break free. Oprah smirked, but released her grip, allowing the unconscious white girl to slide from between her sweaty boobs and fall to the floor. Like a cowboy roping a calf, Oprah was on her prey even before the blonde hit the ground. In a flash, she had her victim on her knees. The big black girl planted one big foot on the side of the white girl's pretty face, pinning her head to the ground. In the meantime, she used the cheerleader's top to bind the dazed blonde's wrists behind her back. Laughing triumphantly, she ripped the cheerleader's panties off and lasciviously rubbed them against her own crotch. Maryanne stared, dumbfounded at this overtly sexual turn of events. The crowd regarded the tussling pair with a moment of silence before a raucous cheer went up from the dark-skinned spectators. "All RIGHT!" Latifa shouted, in approval. "Show dat white whore who's boss!" The white girls blushed with vicarious shame. "Come ON, Michelle!" Jolene urged. "You gonna let that bitch do that to ya?" Gaining confidence from her supporters, Oprah took the sodden panties from between her legs and stuffed them into the dazed cheerleader's open mouth. This was enough to bring Michelle around. "UNFGH!!!" the indignant white girl protested, trying desperately to spit the befouled panties from her mouth. However, with her hands tied behind her back, her head on the floor and her ass in the air, she had no opportunity to succeed. Nude except for her shoes and socks, she was unable to get off her knees to seek leverage. Oprah removed her foot and grabbed the cheerleader's ponytail, using it to pull the blonde's upper body up and parallel to the floor. Hot tears of pain and shame welled up in the white girl's eyes, running her mascara. Oprah raised an index finger meaningfully; the assembled girls just watched in confusion. "She obviously thinks this gesture is significant," Maryanne puzzled before her eyes widened in shock as she watched the Squad Leader slowly run that index finger along the blonde's exposed slit. There was a collective gasp from the crowd. This move definitely escalated things. Grinning triumphantly, Oprah raised her glistening digit so all could see. "She's ... wet!" Jolene gasped, before quickly snapping her mouth shut. "She ... she likes it," Lakshmi murmured, dark eyes growing wide. "Oprah wasn't kidding! The white girl *is* a submissive little lesbian!" Oprah nodded. "All white girl's are," she chortled, laughing as she watched the cheerleader tremble from the finger running along her slick pussy lips. Michelle tried to protest, her mouth working the soiled fabric that had been stuffed in her mouth as her besmeared "raccoon eyes" pled for understanding from the spectators. "What a SLUT!" Kane crowed, wrinkling her nose in disdain as she laughed. Maryanne couldn't wrap her mind around what was happening. She knew it was wrong, but ... "She's aroused by it," the petite blonde thought, mind reeling at the implications. "Otherwise she wouldn't have grown wet." Kaneesha tightened her grip, almost imperceptibly. "Is it true?" she whispered, her breath hot and moist against Maryanne's ear. "Are all white girls secret submissive lesbian sluts?" Before she could deny such an accusation, Maryanne saw Oprah slowly slide her teasing digit between the helpless blonde's bedewed nether lips. Michelle's body tensed and she began struggling furiously. But held up by her ponytail, and off-balance on her knees, the frantic white girl was unable to escape her tormentor's slow, inexorable finger-fucking in front of the rapt crowd of onlookers. Black, mascara-stained tears dripped down the humiliated cheerleader's face. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lakshmi signal Latifa and nod towards the pretty brunette. The black bodybuilder grinned and slid behind the unwitting white girl, who was focused on the forced finger-fucking going on before them. Latifa slid her strong arms under the brunette's armpits and reached up to clasp her hands at the back of the surprised white girl's head, clinching the full nelson painfully. Before the startled brunette could react, Lakshmi glided up and took the confused white girl's lovely face in both hands. The lovely Hindu girl pulled the white girl's face close and forced her lips against her prisoner's in a deep, probing kiss. The brunette's eyes went wide with shock and her nude body tensed, ready to resist. But the pretty Indian never let up, sliding her tongue deeply into the surprised white girl's mouth. Maryanne watched in amazement as the brunette's wide, indignant eyes slowly glazed over and closed, as the white girl succumbed to the Indian's dominant kiss. The petite blonde's attention was drawn to a skirmish beyond the three closest girls. There, Maryanne saw the studious-looking black girl -- now in glasses -- had straddled the bench behind Jolene and had her arms and legs wrapped around the white girl, pinning her arms. Kane was standing in front of the scraggly blonde, repeatedly slapping the white girl's face. Back in the center of the room, Oprah had slid another fat finger into the cheerleader's exposed pussy. Michelle's pale body was flushed with humiliation and arousal as she tried to repress moans of pleasure. As Maryanne watched in disbelief, Oprah slid a third finger into the white girl's hot, moist twat. To her right, Lakshmi had relinquished the brunette's lovely face to Latifa who, while still pinning her victim's arms, now had one strong hand clasping the white girl's chin and pulling the brunette's face back for a deep, dominant kiss. The Indian girl had positioned herself between the unresisting white girl's legs and was busy rubbing pussies in a fit of lustful tribadism. The brunette's body trembled visibly under the sexual onslaught, but she seemed either unable or unwilling to escape. Beyond, Kane and the black girl in glasses stood at either side of Jolene, who was now nude, but still straddling the wooden bench. Each black girl had a fistful of the dirty blonde's hair and used it to pull the white girl's head back. Jolene faced the ceiling, eyes shut and mouth gaping open. The two black girls were taking turns spitting in the white girl's open mouth. Maryanne's head spun. How could all of this be happening? In the center of the room, Michelle moaned loudly through her gag as Oprah forced all four fingers in. The overpowered cheerleader could no longer even make a pretense of not being affected, merely grunting in pleasure every time the big black girl shoved her fingers deep into her stretched pussy. "Ah know you liked the WBB," Oprah murmured, shoving her fingers deep into the white girl's overstuffed snatch. "But ah'll betcha didn't know that ah gots mah own White Bitch Bustah!" With that, the Squad Leader slowly curled her fingers, drawing her hand into a fist inside the trembling white girl's cruelly-stretched cunt. "AAAAAH!" Michelle cried, opening her mouth wide enough to let the sopping panties plop from her mouth. Oprah kept her fist in the cheerleader's pussy for a few minutes to allow her victim to acclimate. Then she slowly began fist-fucking the overcome blonde. Michelle mewled loudly in pleasure, no longer able to keep silent. "Oh GAWD!" the overcome white girl cried, beginning to buck in rhythm with her rapists thrusts. To her right, Maryanne saw Latifa had shifted position and was now sitting firmly on the brunette's face. Lakshmi was still furiously scissoring the unmoving white girl, grinding their pussies together and letting their slick cuntlips slide against one another. Judging from the sweat pouring off all three of them, Maryanne suspected each had already climaxed several times. Beyond this trio, only two remained. Kane must have become bored and wandered off. Jolene was sitting on the floor, her back against the lockers. The black girl in glasses was standing over her, legs behind the white girl's shoulders as she straddled the dirty-blonde's face. Jolene's body was rigid and her hands to her sides, on the floor. Jolene sat, unmoving, as the black girl rubbed herself on the white girl's face. Then, to Maryanne's stunned disbelief, she watched as one of Jolene's hands slowly crept between her pale thighs and began fingering herself. "This can't be," Maryanne thought, looking in disbelief at the various vignettes playing out around her. "This is turning into an orgy!" Looking to her left, she was shocked to see Li, who was also watching it all with rapt attention as she slowly jilled herself off, oblivious to everyone else. Maryanne's pussy almost gushed in arousal. So, Maryanne thought, the pretty little Filipino *did* like dominant/submissive play! Maryanne felt a tingle of pleasure as a finger slowly slid along her dripping slit. "Yeah, all that turns you on, doesn't it?" Kaneesha murmured, slowly kissing the side of the white girl's throat. "You like it when white girls get topped, don't you!" Maryanne shook her head weakly. "No," she whispered, feeling light-headed as the black girl's lips traced hot trails of kisses along the side of her jaw. Kaneesha grinned and held up a dripping finger. "Then how do you explain this?" she murmured, slowly licking her fingertip. "Seems to me that seeing all these white girl's get taken has really turned you on!" Maryanne was in anguish ... she had to get away from this dominant black girl so she could go pounce on the submissive Asian! "It's ... it's not like that!" she protested weakly, gazing longingly at the pretty Filipino who sat so close, fingering her sparsely-furred little pussy. "I'm dominant and I want ..." she caughtherself. Why should she tell this pushy black girl her innermost desires?!? She gazed longingly at Li. Kaneesha laughed. "Oh so THAT's how it is!" she chuckled, following the petite blonde's lustful gaze. "You want some of that submissive quim? Why didn't you just say so?" Kaneesha raised her head, never releasing her grip on Maryanne. "Hey Li," she called loudly, causing Maryanne to flush with embarrassment. "You got a fan over here, you little rug-muncher! Why don't you come on over and show her how much you appreciate her admiration?" Maryanne turned scarlet and thought she'd drop through the floor. "Don't!" she pleaded. "I didn't want her to ..." her words tapered off as she saw Li look at them, and then smile. Without a word, the nude Asian girl padded over on bare feet and stood before her, looking eager. Gently, Kaneesha forced Maryanne back on the bench so that the white girl was leaning back in the dominant black girl's arms while her pale ass hung over the edge of the bench. Needing no prodding, the petite Asian girl dropped between the white girl's spread legs and buried her face in Maryanne's fragrant, golden muff. "oh ... FUCK!" Maryanne sighed in pleasure as the pretty Filipino's talented tongue parted the white girl's pussy lips and teased her cunt. Grinning, Kaneesha cupped the white girl's chin and pulled her head back for a deep, slow kiss. Li was a skilled cunnilinguist and soon had Maryanne thrashing wildly in Kaneesha's arms. But the black girl never released her thick, sensuous lips from Maryanne's. Within minutes, the petite blonde was throwing back her head and screaming into Kaneesha's open mouth, as the black girl forced her tongue down the climaxing white girl's throat. The pretty Filipino had latched onto the writhing white girl's clit and wasn't about to let go, wringing three orgasms, one after another, from the overstimulated blonde. Kaneesha finally released her kiss and Maryanne gasped for air. "That ... was incredible!" Maryanne murmured, weak from the intensity of her climaxes. She gazed up into the smug face of Kaneesha. "Wait!" the blonde protested, trying to sit up. "You think I came from your kiss? No way! I came *in spite* of your kiss! In fact ..." "Again," Kaneesha ordered Li. The pretty Asian again dived between the white girl's legs. "Ahhh!" Maryanne cried, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over her again. Too weak to resist, she found herself lowered back onto the bench. Kaneesha quickly straddled her head and sat on her face. Maryanne was overwhelmed. She wanted to struggle and force the dominant black girl off. But the waves of ecstasy sweeping through her body from Li's experienced muff munching made her weak and distracted. The pretty Asian lapped several more orgasms from the overpowered white girl and didn't stop until the pretty black girl came noisily on the petite blonde's face. Kaneesha rose and waved Li off. The petite Filipino released Maryanne's quivering quim only with the greatest reluctance. Slowly focusing her eyes, Maryanne saw Michelle, still bound, face down, ass up, still getting fisted by Oprah. The cheerleader was now lying with her head on the floor, one cheek against the cold tiles. Her eyes were unfocused and stared vacantly into the distance as drool puddled on the floor, beneath her slack, parted lips. Nearby, Lakshmi and Latifa had finally released their captive, who lay unmoving and exhausted on the floor; the brunette's pale body glistened with sweat and her face and thighs glistened with the triumphant dark girls' juices. Beyond them, Jolene still sat on the floor, back against a locker, sobbing softly. Both Kane and the black girl with glasses had left. "Aww," Kaneesha commiserated, hips swaying as she padded over to the weeping white girl. "Wussa matter honey? Can't get off without some black pussy in your face?" Jolene glared at her. "Fuck you!" she spat, her eyes red and angry. The black girl laughed and straddled her face. "No," Kaneesha sighed in contentment, rubbing herself slowly on the sitting white girl's face. "I think I'll fuck *you*." Maryanne watched in disbelief as Jolene's hand again went between her legs and began masturbating, as the black girl rubbed her dark, hairy twat against the blonde's face. The other girls could hear the rhythmic thumping of Jolene's head against the lockers as Kaneesha face-fucked the still-weeping girl. Within minutes, Jolene's body shuddered and her hand went still. "Told you they was sluts," Oprah laughed, pulling her big fist from the semi-conscious cheerleader. Kaneesha, Latifa, and Lakshmi laughed. Still laughing, they dressed and headed for the door. "Be back here tomorrow, sluts," Latifa called, "and we'll fuck your pretty little white faces again." The brunette, mostly recovered now, angrily wrapped a towel around herself, trying to hide her nakedness. "Go to hell!" she screamed, reddening with shame. The trio of dark girls laughed and left the locker room. The white girls stood, flushed with shame and trying not to look at one another. It was Jolene who finally broke the silence. "I'll be back," Jolene murmured, voice barely above a whisper. Maryanne and the brunette regarded her with shock. "What?!?" the brunette demanded, "you can't be serious?!?" Jolene shrugged and began dressing. "I've never felt like that before," she sighed. "They make me feel ... I can't even begin to describe it. Dirty. Desired." "Owned," Maryanne whispered, before catching herself. "Did you notice," Jolene asked, almost rhetorically, "that even though they're gone, none of us have wiped their juices from our faces?" With a start, the other two white girls realized she was right. They were suddenly keenly aware of the mask of pussy juice each of them sported, the pungent scent still working tendrils of arousal into their lust-fogged brains. And they also realized that they, too, would be back tomorrow. The last thing Maryanne saw was Oprah, still nude, walking from the locker room door and into the gym, the nude body of the unconscious cheerleader slung over one broad shoulder. "She's not even dressed" Maryanne thought. "The only exits from the gym are to the hallway and to Ms Washington's office. Where could she be going, without clothes?" The three white girls dressed in silence and left, trying not to admit to themselves how eager they were for tomorrow to come.