You reluctantly walk over to the girl. She's leaning against the white brick wall. She can't be that bad right? She invites you to lean beside her.
She is Latino, with bronzed skin, curly brown hair and long attractive legs. Her eyebrows rise comically as you accept her offer and stand next to her.
"I was afraid you would not group with me," she said frankly.
You feel embarrassed and stutter. You didn't want to insult her.
"It's fine," she says a small smile spreading on her face, "You're here. I understand... I am a bit eager. This can all be a bit much. At least at first."
"Yeah umm... I just joined this class."
"I know."
There is an awkward pause – or at least, it feels awkward to you. Everyone in their groups are chatting quietly, but you don't know what to say to this girl.
"I am Olivia, by the way."
You blush, "Sorry. I'm ."
She scoots closer and stare penetratingly, "That's a lovely name."
"Ah– thank you..." you look away, "Sorry but... I'm a little confused," your eyes sweep the room, "What is this class exactly? What are we doing?"
You look back at her only to find her studying you with slight curiosity. She puts her fingers together and her voice meanders...
"Well, it's all quite much to explain if you have no idea... but it's quite simple. We will practice properly serving a Master or Mistress."
Your mind goes blank. It's not that you don't understand, it's just... you have no mental picture for that. What does she mean by "serving"?
"I... don't think I understand."
She chuckles, "You must. If you don't... somehow... you will by the end of this class. That's for sure. Even I figured it out."
She giggles and scoots even closer.
Just as she finishes saying this, a number of people file into the room. They're not noticeably older than anyone, but there's a flair of maturity to them. The way the men stand with their backs straight, or the women, who have a thousand meter stare.
The teacher talks excitedly and introduces the nine new entrants. They incline their heads in welcome. Finally, the teacher says.
"Okay, one group per individual. Let's get started class, we've wasted enough time as it is."
Olivia looks between you and the others ecstatically, "I hope we get Elizabeth," she points out the tall blonde woman whose uniform skirt sweeps just past her knees, "Who you want?"
What? How would you know? You've never met these people. You couldn't possibly have a clue which one would be nice to have as a partner.
You guess the guy with the frazzled hair is cute – he might be nice to work with. No one else really catches your eye though. |