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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapters 9b (M/F) (414 lines)
January 17, 1998

Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments.  This is the eighth section of a
book that runs 26 chapters.

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-
commercial sites.  Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 9b

"Thanks, Charlene.  I'll think about it.  By the way, where are you from?"

"Charlotte, North Carolina.  Why?" the girl replied.

"Because I'm from Norfolk.  I thought you were a good old Southern gal like
me.  Charlene, Norfolk's a tough town.  We'll see what happens.  But thanks
for the thought... and for the great race."  Kathy went off to look for the
Alphas.  She found them huddled together reading a paper.  "What's up, guys?"

They turned to look at her.  "Kathy, we got trouble.  Guess what the strength
event is?"

"Arm wrestling?" she asked quizzically.

"My God, there is no end to this kid's talents.  Guys, this girl is scary!
She's smart enough to put you in jail.  If you come after her, she'll put a
bullet in your eye at twenty paces, or she can run your tails off at short or
long distance.  Now she reads minds, for chrissakes!  Kathy, how *do* you do
it?"

Kathy looked at them.  Then she pointed her toes sharply inward, put her hands
behind her back forcing her belly out and crossed her eyes.  "Cause Charlene
told me.  That's how!" she ex claimed in a little-girl voice, making sure she
sprayed spittle around with the last words to underscore her little- girl act.
The guys cracked up with laughter.

"Okay, Kathy.  We give up.  We *really* give up.  Guys, they say if you can't
beat 'em, join 'em.  We went one better.  We got 'them' to join us!  Kathy, I
suppose it will just bore you, but your 1,500- meter time was the best at Yale
this year.  And Charlene Brown, the girl you beat, is the top middle- distance
runner in the school.  But I guess you already knew that, too."

"Guys," said Kathy, now being serious, "Charlene did tell me.  She says that
it's a setup.  There's a girl named Sophie Stotz, Charlene warned me about.
Does anyone know her?  No?  Well, lets go see about the luck of the draw."

The final athletic event was to be held back on campus at the Payne-Whitney
gym.  They piled into the cars and returned to downtown New Haven.  After
entering the gym they took the elevator up to the weight floor.  They were in
luck.  Looking over the elimination pairings they found that Sophie and Kathy
were at opposite ends of the draw.  If they met at all, it could only be in
the finals.  Arm wrestling is a match of strength, leverage and timing, but
psychology can enter into it.  Kathy made it a point to try to see as many of
Sophie's matches as she could.  The schedule permitted her to see Sophie in
action before her own first competition.  Sophie was big.  She appeared to
stand nearly six feet tall and weigh about two hundred pounds.  She had broad
shoulders and biceps that would look normal on a longshoreman.  She looked
like one of the Soviet or Bulgarian women shot-putters.  'Like them,' Kathy
thought, 'Sophie would have trouble with both steroid and sex testing.'  She
smiled to herself.  'At least,' she thought, 'she won't be much trouble in the
beauty competition.  If I'm still alive, that is.'

Sophie's first match was called.  She sat down across from a real contestant
who looked terrified.  When the referee signaled the start, Sophie just looked
into the eyes of her terrified victim, and kept her arm in the starting
position.  Then she grimaced and slammed her opponent's hand down on the mat
with a crash.  The loser jumped up crying from the competition table and fled
from the room.  Sophie slowly got up and stretched.  Her breasts were no more
visible than a man's.  She smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary and
was now looking for a new victim.

Kevin, another Alpha brother, came up to Kathy and smiled.  "I've been elected
to be your strength coach.  How do you feel?"

"Hi, Kevin.  I feel fine.  Look, I just watched Sophie's first match and I'm
planning to see as many more as my schedule permits.  I want you to do
something for me, but first, what do you think of the competition on my side
of the draw?"

"A piece of cake, Kathy.  You're a cinch to meet Sophie in the finals.  And I
don't see anyone on her side who could possibly take her."

"That's what I thought, too.  Now, here's what I want you to do..."

Kathy went off to get ready for her first match.  When she sat down across
from her opponent she realized that it was timing and leverage as much as
strength that made a difference.  She gripped her opponent's hand and then
appeared to relax.  She looked away from the girl and allowed her hand to
relax in the other girl's grip.  The signal to start was given and Kathy
suddenly and smoothly took her opponent's hand backward to the table.  It was
a quick win.

Her opponent jumped up saying, "That wasn't fair!  You weren't ready."

The referee looked at the girl in amazement.  Was he hearing things?  "I beg
your pardon, young lady, but did you say that you weren't ready when the match
began?"

"No.  I said my opponent wasn't.  She was relaxing and looking away on the
start signal."  Kathy was struggling to keep from rolling on the floor with
laughter.  Valiantly, she tried to maintain a straight face as she listened to
the backwards protest.

"Well, then," the referee said, "If I understand your protest correctly, the
match should be redone because the winner wasn't ready.  Is that correct?  Did
you wonder how Miss Smith could have beaten you if she hadn't been ready?  The
match is official: Kathy Smith is the winner."

Kathy saw John and Bill standing back from the table.  They left the
competition room, went out into the hall and around a corner.  Then they
cracked up.  Kathy was laughing so hard she couldn't stand.  Tears were
rolling down her cheeks while John and Bill were pounding on her back and
howling with laughter.  Finally, side by side they sat down against the wall.
John looked at Bill.  "Now you have to add comedienne and actress to Kathy's
list of talents!  Hold on!  Kathy only gets the prize for actress.  The loser
of the match wins the comedy prize."

It was late afternoon, getting close to six o'clock.  They had heard the
beauty contest was scheduled for nine but might be pushed back if the arm
wrestling ran late.  The people making up the schedule never dreamed there
could be nearly ninety competitors.  Except for the written test, the large
numbers meant running more heats and more elapsed time.  Kathy commented to
Bill, "Good grief.  If there hadn't been dropouts this afternoon, this
competition would be running nonstop into tomorrow afternoon."

She continued to win her matches and was able to see one more of Sophie's.  It
was a replay of the first.  Kathy won her semifinal match and moved into the
finals.  Then she went off to find Kevin.  He was waiting for her outside the
competition room where the finals were going to be held.  "You have it
absolutely right, Kathy.  Sophie *is* the cat swallowing the canary!  She
likes to terrify her opponents before whipping them; I think she's sick.  I
think she gets a sexual charge out of her opponent's terror.  I can't be
certain, of course, but I don't think a single opponent even tried to move!  I
think they were all scared shitless.  She is a monster and a real sadist.  I
would hate to meet her alone on a dark night!"

The final match was called.  Sophie was sitting in her assigned position
glowering.  Kathy came up and gave Sophie her most dazzling smile and stuck
out her hand.  "Hi!  I'm Kathy Smith.  You must be Sophie Stotz!  I've heard
*so* much about you, and I've been simply *dying* to meet you!"  Kathy thought
that even the most hardened Junior Leaguer would have been sickened by her
gushing.  It seemed to be having its effect, though, because Sophie looked
puzzled.  Kathy took her position at the table.  Where she had been gushingly
friendly when she came in, she now appeared bored.  While their hands were
being placed in position by the referee, Kathy appeared to concentrate on a
fascinating spot on the side wall.  The referee yelled, "GO!"  In a split
second, Kathy came to life.  Concentrating all her thoughts and all her
strength, she smashed Sophie's hand back against the table.  Then she leaped
into the air with her arms upraised.

Sophie jumped up and rushed at Kathy, determined to destroy her.  She
screamed, "I'll kill you!" and charged with her arms outstretched, intending
to crush Kathy in a bear hug.  Kathy surprised her.  She stepped inside the
outstretched arms and slammed the tips of the fingers of her right hand into
Stotz's solar plexus.  Her hand was rigid so her fingers drove into the girl's
belly like a knife blade.  Kathy thought she could feel Sophie's backbone with
her finger tips as the woman doubled over in agony.  As her head came down it
exposed the back of her neck.  Kathy had withdrawn her hand.  Now it came down
on the back of Sophie's neck like an ax.  The female giant just continued over
and crumpled in a heap on the floor.

The spectators were stunned.  The whole fight   both fights   had only taken
seconds.  Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar from the crowd.  Kathy was
surrounded by screaming, cheering spectators.  The Alphas, screaming like
lunatics, fought their way to Kathy, picked her up and carried her out on
their shoulders.  When they finally put her down, she looked around, found
Kevin and gave him a warm hug and a long kiss.  "You did, it, Kevin!  It
worked.  She didn't know what to do!  I think she's so used to terrifying
opponents that she's forgotten how to fight.  She wasn't ready when I put her
arm down."

"But Kathy, what happened then?  Suddenly she was coming at you like a bear.
It looked like she was trying to kill you."

"She was!  That's why I had to get a little rough.  Sorry about that."

"But where did those moves come from?" Kevin asked.

"That's easy," Kathy replied.  "It comes from a youth misspent watching Kung
Fu movies!"  She ducked and wrapped her arms around her head as the Alphas
pummeled her.

Bill had the last word on the afternoon.  "John, I hope you paid attention to
what happened to Sophie.  She didn't touch Kathy and look what Kathy did to
her!  You were spanking her with a wooden paddle for hours!"  Everyone howled
with laughter as they headed back to prepare for the beauty contest.  Because
she lived away from the campus, Kathy had brought her things to the Alpha
house.  When they entered, her companions were mobbed by other brothers trying
to find out what had happened.

"Guys," John announced, "We've done it. *Kathy's* done it.  With ninety
competitors including a bunch of ringers for particular events, she won it
all.  Everything!  If she dissolved into a glob of protoplasm on the stage
tonight, she'd still win!  Kathy is so far out in front, I don't think there
*is* a second place.  If there is, God knows who's in it or what her score is.
Fellows, it was like the Olympics but with one person winning every event.
It's unheard of."  The house shook with the cheers.  Meanwhile, as Kathy was
standing in a corner she could feel her knees start to sag.  Seeing what was
happening, Jack went up to John and whispered in his ear.  "Two more things,
guys," John announced.  "First, the basement lounge is closed and off-limits
for at least the next hour.  Second, Kathy is changing for the beauty contest
here at the house.  I want some of you slobs to be sure the bathroom is as
clean for Kathy as you can get it."

Jack put an arm around Kathy and put hers over his shoulder.  "Come on, kid.
I know the signs.  You need help, don't you?  I just realized that John was
absolutely right.  You had a full Olympic schedule in one afternoon.  And
you've done it on nothing but adrenaline and one steak sand wich.  Let's go."

Exhausted, Kathy smiled up at him.  "Lead on.  I'll try not to collapse."
They went down to the basement room.  Kathy was startled to see three tables
probably the same three   arranged together, covered with towels.  Jack helped
her off with her sweat jacket and supported her while she took off her pants.
"Kathy, get up on the table and lie on your stomach.  I've got to get a few
things.  Just take off your clothes, and I'll be right back."  Jack left, and
Kathy slowly stripped off her top, then her shorts, and finally kicked off her
shoes.  She didn't have the energy to bend over, so she worked off her socks
with her toes.  She thought for a moment then stripped off her bra.  Carefully
she positioned herself on the table and was almost instantly asleep.

As Kathy drifted out of her sleep strong hands were working on the muscles in
her upper thighs.  Whatever Jack was using was warm and penetrating and she
could feel her muscles respond.  Hiking up her hips, she allowed him to work
off her briefs.  'Oh, well,' she thought, 'I tell myself I like to be in the
nude.  Jack has probably seen just about all of me, anyway.'  She could feel
his strong fingers working on her buttocks.  She remembered what Charlene had
said about moving her ass.  The ache in those muscles said that she had been
moving it fast.  Jack worked up her spine and finally started working on her
shoulders, neck, and upper arms.  It felt *so* good.  Then he gave her two
towels and turned his back asking her to roll over.  She did, positioning the
towels across her breasts and loins.  Jack started to work on her legs, and
then her stomach muscles.  He devoted particular attention to her right arm
and biceps.  Finally, he pulled over a chair and straddled it.  He rested his
chin on his folded arms and just looked at Kathy's body.  Feeling his eyes on
her she opened hers.

"Kathy, there's no one else like you.  I'm convinced.  Forget the muscles and
the pain.  I could work on you for hours.  There are no blemishes   no
imperfections   anywhere.  Your body is perfect.  Do you feel better?"

She quietly smiled at him.  "I'm fine.  I thought I was just tired until you
started working on my body.  I didn't realize I had so many muscles.  And they
all ache!  Thanks Jack.  It felt great."  She lifted her head and studied his
face.  "Jack, there is just one thing.  Do you think I could get a hamburger?
A big, red, juicy hamburger?  With everything, so it drips all over?"

"One big, red, juicy, dripping hamburger with everything coming right up!
Kathy, here's a robe you can put on.  It's not much, but I don't think you
want to put your other things back on.  I'll be right back."

When he left, Kathy carefully got off the tables, stood up and stretched.
'With a little food and a shower,' she thought, 'I'll probably feel human
again.'  She ran her hands over her breasts and cupped them.  Kathy decided
that they would do.  They weren't as big as some, but were beautifully shaped
and needed no support.  She picked up the bathrobe and put it on.  It must
have been made for a man at least six inches taller and a hundred pounds
heavier than she was.  It carried a masculine smell which she breathed in
hungrily.  As she wrapped it around herself Jack reappeared with a tray.
Putting it on the counter he stripped the towels off the tables, pulling one
away from the others.  Then he retrieved the tray and served with a flourish.

"Dripping sloppy red hamburgers for mademoiselle."  He put them on the table
along with one for himself.  They were followed by two bottles of beer.  To
Kathy they looked beautiful.  When she picked up one and started to eat, the
juices started running down her chin.  Not having a napkin, she wiped her chin
with the back of her hand.

Jack just looked at her.  "God, you're cute.  I know that's a stupid thing to
say, but you really are.  I've never met a girl as natural as you are.  You
have a style and grace and beauty... even with juice drip ping down your
chin."

Kathy grinned at him and pertly stuck out her tongue.  "Thank you for the
compliment, kind sir.  I think!  Now eat your hamburger before it gets cold."
They finished eating and Kathy went up to shower.  On the first floor she met
John and Bill.  "Do you know any details about this evening?  I was going to
put on my bathing suit instead of underwear and then wear the sweater and
skirt I wore this morning over it.  What do you guys think?  I was planning on
wearing a bikini."

John looked at Bill, who nodded.  "That sounds fine with us.  How long will it
take you?  It's nearly eight o'clock, and, as far as we know, the contest is
still scheduled to start at nine."

"I'll be ready," Kathy said.  She grabbed the small bag with her things in it
and raced up the stairs into the bathroom.

"My God," Bill said to John, "Kathy says she'll be ready for a beauty contest
that starts in about an hour.  The girls I go out with couldn't be ready for a
movie date, for chrissakes, in less than three.  And then I would be waiting
for at least half an hour."

Unlike the first time, Kathy now had her own things with her.  As the water
flowed over her body she started shampooing her hair and then applying
conditioner.  She carefully soaped her body trying particularly to remove the
odor of whatever Jack had been massaging her with.  After letting the water
rinse off the soap, she stepped out of the shower and toweled herself dry.
Then she plugged in her hair dryer and worked on her hair, wiping the steam
off the mirror first.  After studying her face for a moment, she decided that
extreme measures were in order.  She carefully applied a small amount of
lipstick.  Going into her bag, she extracted two small scraps of fabric that
together made up a white bikini.  It was absolutely plain and pure white.
Turning around she viewed herself in the mirror.  Then she put on the skirt
she had worn in the morning substituting a cardigan for the pullover to avoid
mussing her hair.  After putting her things in the bag she went downstairs to
where the boys were sitting.

They stood up as she approached.  Bill glanced at his watch.  "Guys, that was
thirty-three minutes, 23.2 seconds.  I think Kathy has set another world's
record."

He ducked away as Kathy swung her bag at him.  She took up a model's pose:
hand behind her thrown-back head, breasts jutting and one leg forward.  "How
do I look, guys?"  The boys just look ed at her in silence.  Kathy dropped the
pose and looked at them with concern showing in her eyes.  "I *do* look okay,
don't I?"

John looked at the others and then at Kathy.  "No, you don't look okay."  He
frowned.  "You look spectacular.  Like a dream.  Like an angel.  Definitely
not just okay.  Right, guys?"  He grinned and the brothers applauded.

Kathy smiled her relief.  "Thank you, kind sirs."  She made a deep curtsy.
"On the other hand, it's a well-known fact that Alphas have their taste in
their feet," she grinned.  "Come on!  We're going to be late."

They arrived at Woolsey Hall where the competition was to be held.  While
Kathy went in the back door, her brothers went around the front to get the
best seats they could.  She walked in and found a large group of girls
primping.  Many were wearing dressing gowns over their bathing suits.  Most of
the suits were one piece.  Kathy noticed that several them were the highly-
engineered models capable of concealing various bodily imperfections.  She
noticed only a few other two-piece suits.  While some were small, none were as
revealing as her own.  She went over to a board where a paper was posted.  It
was the scheduled order of appearance.  There were also instructions for the
girls:  The contestants were to enter from the rear, stage left.  They were to
proceed to center-stage front, go to the left, across to the right, back to
the center, and exit stage right in the rear.  Kathy was surprised to find
that she was scheduled to be the last contestant.

Shortly after nine o'clock, a master of ceremonies walked out on the stage.
Musicians, who had been playing as the audience got settled, played a fanfare.
"Ladies and gentlemen.  Welcome to the final event of today's Queen of Yale
College competition, the beauty contest."  There was an immediate chorus of
boos from parts of the audience where the lesbians and their friends were
seated.  The lesbians consider beauty contests to be sexually exploitative of
females but their boos were quickly drowned by cheers from the rest of the
audience.  The MC went on to explain the procedure.  Since there had been no
rehearsal, the band played music of its own choosing as the first contestant
was announced.

Kathy went to the back and slipped off her sweater and skirt and changed
shoes.  In addition to the bikini she was wearing plain white pumps.  She went
to see what was happening on stage.  After parading around the stage, as each
contestant paused at center stage, the MC called for applause.  It was then
measured by applause meters rigged up by the electrical engineers.  A large
dial at each side of the stage measured the applause and a group of judges
seated in front recorded the readings.  As the contestants paraded one after
the other, Kathy noticed that the readings were mostly in the first quarter of
the applause scale although one girl reached the midpoint.  Kathy stood there,
apparently oblivious to the looks of envy and jealousy aimed her way.  Since
she had brought no wrap, she was grateful for all of the time she had spent
nude.  Her exposure didn't bother her in the slightest.  One after the other
the names were called.  Finally it was her turn.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the MC announced, "Representing Alpha fraternity, Miss
Katherine Smith!"  Kathy walked out to the center of the stage.  There was an
audible intake of breath from the audience.  She was holding her back straight
and her head up.  At the center of the stage, she paused for a moment and
posed with her head back slightly.  She turned in a complete circle and moved
to the left.  She posed again and slowly walked across the stage.  She saw a
concentration of Alphas and gave them a quick wink, turned, and returned to
the center of the stage.  She struck the same model's pose she had at the
Alpha house as the MC said, "Miss Katherine Smith!"  The applause roared and
increased in intensity.  As men rose to their feet and cheered the needles on
the applause meters reached the stop at the end of their scales and stuck
there.  The cheering continued and then slowly subsided.  Kathy quickly walked
off the stage.  As a number of girls led by Charlene surrounded her with
congratulations, Kathy could hear the master of ceremonies making an
announcement.  "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present the Dean of
Yale College who will announce the results.  Ladies and gentlemen, Dean
Charles Mansfield."

Charlene folded Kathy in her arms.  "You were spectacular.  This couldn't
happen to a more deserving girl!"  She patted Kathy on her bottom.  "Go get
'em, tiger!"  Kathy moved closer to the stage to hear what was being said.

The Dean had taken a small mike out to center stage.  He was speaking without
notes.  "Ladies and gentlemen, I am here this evening to crown the new Queen
of Yale College.  I'm supposed to talk for a while to allow time for the
judges to total the scores and try to determine a winner.  It won't be
necessary.  I know that some of you in the audience oppose this contest.  You
consider it exploitative.  You believe that a girl appearing in front of you
is presenting herself as a toy   a sort of sexual plaything.  Frankly, up to
this morning, I was bothered by the same thing.  But there was more.  I heard
that efforts were made to disrupt the competition.  I heard that a number of
contestants were entered, not with an intention of competing in the full range
of events, but rather to dominate some particular event.  If there was such a
scheme, it didn't work.

"This morning the judges found it necessary to communicate directly with
Princeton.  One of the contestants' scores on the GRE was so high it seemed to
be off the top of the scoring scale.  It counted.  In the 100-meter dash, the
winner had the fourth fastest women's time ever recorded on that track.  In
the riflery competition, the winner achieved a score of 248 out of a possible
250.  For the ignorant   and I include myself in that group   that is twenty-
three bulls-eyes in twenty- five shots.  The other two shots were nines.  I
have it on good authority that a person believes there was a slight defect in
one of the bullets, otherwise it would have been a ten."  There was laughter
from the audience and Kathy could feel herself blushing.  She was amused at
the thought of what a blush must look like when wearing a tiny bikini.

The Dean continued.  "The 1,500 meters   the so-called metric mile   was one
of the best middle distance races our track experts have ever seen run.  Not
only did the winner have to beat one of the finest runners who has ever
attended this school, but she had to do it while threading through runners she
was lapping on her way to the finish line.  And still the time was close to
the record for the distance on our track.  In wrist wrestling the winner
defeated a woman rated by the experts as unbeatable.  She also quelled a
slight disturbance at the end of the final match before the spectators were
aware there was one."  Laughter rippled through the audience.

"That brings me to tonight.  I'm not an engineer.  However, it took only a
minimum of consulta tion with my distinguished colleague, the Dean of the
School of Engineering, to determine that when the needle on the applause meter
bends on its end stop, it's a high reading.  I shouldn't say this I suppose
I'm supposed to be impartial   but I was applauding so hard myself I had a
hard time focusing on the meter.  Fortunately, I was able to focus while the
needle was still stuck on its stop.  Another thing I'm not is a mathematician.
However, it doesn't take a degree in higher mathematics to compute an overall
winner when the winner of every event is the same person.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am truly delighted to present the Queen of Yale
College, Miss Katherine Smith!"  Kathy felt a push in the small of her back.
She joined Dean Mansfield at center stage while the applause thundered from
the audience.  Virtually everyone was on his feet applauding.  As she stood
there, someone came up behind her and held up a blue academic gown.  Kathy
slipped her arms in and turned to allow the girl to fasten it.  As she turned
back a man came across the stage and presented her with an armful of roses.

Dean Mansfield, watching the proceedings, smiled at her warmly.  She saw him
switch off his mike as he said to her softly, "At graduation I've always
wondered what some of the girls are wearing under the gowns, particularly if
it's a hot day.  Kathy, what is under your gown is breathtaking."  He switched
the mike on again as a man brought out a crown set on a blue pillow.  At the
same time the other contestants were filing onto the stage behind them.
"Kathy, it is indeed an honor to crown you Queen of Yale College.  In one body
you combine all of the things we want to have here at Yale and which God so
seldom combines in a single person.  Congratu lations!"

The applause roared out again.  Just then, the band played a fanfare followed
by Yale's alma mater, Bright College Years.  The entire audience stood and
sang.  Holding her head up proudly, Kathy could feel tears of joy rolling down
her cheeks as she joined in.  Other girls crowded around to offer
congratulations as the audience filed out.  She accepted them gracefully and
looked around for someone to take the crown.  No one was interested, so she
gathered that it and the robe were hers to keep.  'Oh, well,' she thought,
'they can always add it to my Bursar's bill.'  Finally, she retrieved her
skirt and sweater and put them on.  After changing her shoes for loafers, she
carefully folded the gown and left the theater.

The Alphas were waiting for her at the door, and mobbed her when she emerged.
They all wanted to hug her, kiss her and tell her how proud they were.  Kathy
was mauled.  Finally they backed off and just smiled at her.  She shook her
head like a terrier and ran her fingers through her hair to get it back
together.  She grinned at the guys.  "This calls for a celebration.  Let's go
back to Mory's.  I'm buying."

The celebrating group marched up to Mory's.  One of the members was carrying
her crown and another had her gown.  It was almost eleven o'clock when they
entered.  Kathy was immediately recognized by people near the door who began
to applaud.  As word of who had just arrived spread through the old building,
Kathy could hear the sound of applause flow around and fill the structure.
The headwaiter ushered them up to the Whiffenpoofs' room.  Mory's unique
concoc tion known as a Green Cup passed from hand to hand until closing time.
As she took a sip, Kathy realized that she had left Mory's less than twelve
hours earlier.  It seemed like years with so much happening between trips.

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