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Kate ’n’ Judy is a comic story of two freshmen in college. It features plenty of sex and a New Age religion in which only females can be priestesses. The excerpt below introduces the two protagonists.

It was a hot day, humid and hazy, on the University campus - it has always seemed to be this way in western Pennsylvania in the third week of August, when the new academic year starts.

The freshmen had been ordered to report for orientation on Wednesday; classes would start the following Monday.

Judy Milton arrived early on that Wednesday; she was one of the first. She had chosen to take the earliest possible bus (which left at 3:45 in the morning) from her home town of Anderson, Indiana, to get away from home as soon as possible.

She was the oldest child in her family - Mother, Father (very much in the home, very dominant), and four younger brothers, all of whom were clearly strongly preferred to Judy. Sometimes, Judy felt a bit like Cinderella, except that she had brothers, not step-sisters, and she was the oldest. It was not that her brothers were bad - it was merely that they were favored, being boys in a strongly patriarchal family. Judy always had to help her mother with the cooking, the housework, the laundry, the sewing. The boys never helped in these tasks, for they were women’s work.

On Sundays, the family spent most of the day in church, but the boys were often absent on the grounds that they were engaged in one or another sport. Judy was never allowed to participate in sports, because they involved wearing pants or shorts, both of which were forbidden.

Judy was slender and short, with dark hair and thick glasses in black plastic frames, since she was quite near-sighted. She had pleasant, regular features, although hardly with any distinction; she never wore make-up (that, too, was forbidden), and wore her hair in a bun beneath a hair net of the kind that old ladies sometimes wear.

Her one avenue of release was schoolwork, and into that she poured her heart and soul. She was a solid, hard-working student, although only moderately gifted. Despite her academic interests, with all her domestic chores she had become proficient in a variety of traditional feminine arts. She could sew and cook very well, could do fine needlepoint (and had won prizes at the County Fair), and made beautiful dried flower arrangements using common flowers that grew by the roadside or in the fields near her house. She could also draw and paint acceptably, and had managed (using these diverse talents) to win a scholarship to the modest state university.

The scholarship was her ticket away from a home that she loathed. She loved her mother, whom she pitied, usually loved her brothers in an official, perfunctory way, and hated her father. When she got on the bus to go to college, she resolved firmly never to return home.

So it was that, on this hot Wednesday in August, she found herself, wearing a flowered-print dress bought in a thrift store, standing in the middle of her new dormitory room, waiting for her roommate and feeling acutely conscious of how out-of-place her appearance was.

All she knew of the roommate at this point was that the girl’s name was Kate Milligan (the roommates seemed to have been assigned alphabetically), and that she was from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Judy had only a vague idea of where Harrisburg was located, although she did know that it was the capital of Pennsylvania. But it didn’t matter. It would really be the first time in her life that Judy had a girl roommate.

At home, Judy and her mother shared one room. The boys were two to a room, and Judy’s father sometimes summoned her mother to his room, by far the largest and nicest of the four bedrooms. The boys often tried to spy on what happened in that room, but Judy, who felt deeply embarrassed that the only other female in the household should be treated in this peremptory way, never joined her brothers. Nevertheless, Judy gradually and indirectly collected the information that her mother was usually gagged in her father’s room, and that whatever occurred involved a good deal of slapping and muffled squeals of pain.

When she returned to the room she shared with Judy, her mother would never talk about what had happened, but, when Judy was old enough to pay attention, she noticed that, after these sessions, her mother usually sat down very gingerly.

Sometimes, Judy herself was summoned to punishment, but her punishments took place at the dining table in the large kitchen (in fact, she had never been in her father’s room when he was in it - she could go there only to help clean). Judy would be ordered to raise her skirt and drop her panties; she was then paddled with a large, flat paddle in front of the rest of the family. Since she hated this so much, she learned and followed the rules with fanatical care.

The paddle was, in theory, available for use on the boys, too, but this scarcely ever happened , except when Jared was arrested by a policeman for trying to steal cigarettes from a convenience store. Jared’s punishment that night was so severe that Judy was afraid he was actually permanently injured, but he recovered after missing a week of school. Of all the boys - James, John, Jeroboam, and Jared - it was Jared to whom Judy felt the closest. He was kind to Judy, although she knew he was a habitual liar.

So Judy sat in one of the metal desk chairs of the dorm room - it would be the first time in her life that she would have had a chair she could call her own, even if right now she did not know which of the two chairs would earn this honor. The room was not bad, especially for freshmen - it had two beds, one on each side of the room, two desks with chairs, two book -cases, two fairly large dressers, and a closet for each girl. The closets were side-by-side on one side of the room; on the other side was a compact but usable bathroom, in which it would be difficult for both girls to fit at the same time, but - well, perhaps, if Kate was small, like Judy, they might manage if they had to.

Downstairs in the lobby of the dormitory was a vast collection of trunks, boxes, suitcases, and other items belonging to the girls who were moving in. Judy had two large cardboard boxes of blankets and clothing. She had brought with her in her backpack her few books and her painfully accumulated but pitifully small store of money.

She had had to earn her own money for necessities at college, for her family was not well off, and she was forbidden to work in a job for wages. Consequently, she had earned money by sewing for other ladies, mostly in her church, and by baking and baby-sitting. As she sat and thought about what she had, she wondered if it would be enough for the semester - probably not. She would have to get a job of some kind, but could never tell her family.

It gave Judy some satisfaction to think that there might be many things she would not tell her family.

In any case, amid these scattered thoughts and fears, she sat, gradually growing hotter (the rooms had no air conditioning, and since all the windows were on the wall against which the desks were placed, the air circulation was only moderate; to make matters worse, the day was not only humid but also windless).

She waited.

She was used to this; in church on Sundays, she waited until the four-hour service was ended . Often at home she waited for her father to come home from the farm implement store where he worked as a mechanic - that kind of waiting was often filled with fear, for one never knew what his mood would be. At night, when the family went to bed, she would wait while Father led them in prayer, something that took at least half an hour (and sometimes a great deal longer, if Father had a concern that needed praying).

She waited some more in the dorm room, gradually growing sleepy.

Meal service would not start until suppertime - the girls who came early had to eat at one of the fast-food restaurants near campus if they wanted lunch. Judy had long since decided to skip lunch, something she had often done at home. The food was for the boys, who had to be strong. Judy had been taught to take small servings, which she sometimes eked out by snatching a leftover or two from one of the boys’ plates as she did the dishes.

She waited some more as noon came and went, then one o’clock, then two. The bed began to look inviting, as she was getting drowsy in the heat.

She was just beginning to decide which bed she might use (she had been afraid to choose) when her roommate arrived.

The room immediately seemed a great deal noisier and more crowded.

Kate was tall, with rosy, somewhat freckled golden skin, bright blue eyes, honey-blond hair that fell well below her shoulders and - Judy noted with some envy - immense breasts. She was wearing a halter top and abbreviated shorts. Her midriff was slightly paunchy, but not bad; her legs were not slender, but not outrageously heavy. But, most of all, she was simply far larger in every dimension than Judy. This included the fact that Kate was loud.

“Hi!” said Kate, cheerfully. “Hope you haven’t been waiting for me to unpack. I don’t care which side of the room is mine. Hey, you are Judy Milton aren’t you?”

Kate had a hearty voice, an infectious grin, and a way of moving around so that somehow she consumed at least eighty percent of the space in the room. Judy answered, in her soft, submissive voice, “I’m Judy. You’re Kate, I hope? It’s nice to meet you.”

She stood and held out her hand. Kate shook her hand enthusiastically, then hugged her, practically crushing Judy against her soft bosom.

Within thirty seconds, Kate had opened every door and drawer, looked at the beds, bounced on both of them, and then gone into the bathroom where she shocked Judy by leaving the door open while she used the toilet.

Judy could not remember ever seeing anyone else - male or female - urinate. It was something to be ashamed of, not to be displayed, after all. But Kate pattered on while she was sitting, mostly asking about “cute guys,” and whether Judy had seen any.

It took Judy just a heartbeat to remember that this was a word for males. When Kate was silent for a moment, Judy asked, “You’re allowed to date?”

This stopped Kate cold. She looked at Judy, wide-eyed. Then she cocked her head sideways and said, “Uh, yeah. I mean, is that in question or something? Like, who’s going to stop me?”

Judy shrugged and smiled sheepishly. Kate flung herself onto one bed - she had a manner of sitting that consisted mostly of throwing her body at things, so that the bed bowed noticeably, since she was not light. Judy could not help but notice that, as Kate bounced around the room, her breasts swayed and jiggled, as did, to a much lesser extent, her bottom. She frequently tossed her long hair across her shoulders, for it kept falling into her face.

Sitting on the bed, Kate contemplated Judy, taking in for the first time Judy’s modest and very old-fashioned dress and hair style. “I kind of take it, Judy, that you don’t date?”

“I never have. I wasn’t allowed to. I’m not supposed to while I’m here, but my parents won’t be able to check up on me.”

“Well, no offense, kiddo, but you’re not going to get many dates dressed like that. You need some new clothes.”

Judy folded her hands demurely in her lap. “I know. But this is what I have, so I’ll have to make do until I can get something better. Maybe I can make some alterations.”

Kate began to take in the full extent of the differences between herself and her roommate. Not only was Judy mousy and almost embarrassingly humble, but she was also probably poor. Kate, on the other hand, had ample funds to go with her ample figure.

In that moment, she decided that Judy needed a lot of taking care of, a lot of education. Hardly anything (except school work) scared Kate, and she had a naturally warm, cheerful disposition that made her favorably inclined to almost anyone and anything.

Judy, on the other hand, instinctively recognized that Kate knew things that she herself needed to know, and that Kate was also the kind of person who probably got into a lot of trouble without any evil intent. Kate would need a great deal of mothering and teaching.

And so a friendship was born.

They quickly decided that Judy would have the left side of the room, the one on which the bathroom was located, and that Kate would take the other side. Then Judy said, “I’ll help you carry your stuff up if you’ll help me with mine. I don’t have much.”

They went to the lobby to collect Judy’s boxes first - the two cardboard boxes. Judy had expected that they might have to find a dolly to move the boxes, but she discovered that Kate was not only big, but also strong. Kate simply picked up the boxes and carried them, one at a time, upstairs. Judy was fascinated to notice the way Kate’s breasts rested on top of the boxes; her own bosom, far more modest, never required this kind of special accommodation.

Kate’s belongings were in her car - which she had. The car was a ten-year-old, mid-sized sedan in a dowdy but serviceable dark blue color with the beginnings of body rot. The interior was packed to the ceiling with possessions, and the trunk lid was held down only by rope, since the trunk was full far beyond capacity. The car’s body was noticeably low, and one of the tires was looking lamentably depressed.

It took the girls over an hour to move Kate’s possessions from her car to the room. Kate said, as they carried the last load of clothes, “You can use it any time you want. I’ve got a couple of spare sets of keys. It ain’t much, but it’s a good old clunker. Always starts and no one’d ever steal it.”

Judy smiled from beneath a pile of dresses. She said, “I don’t drive.”

Kate turned, said, “No shit? I’ll teach …” and tripped over the flight of three stairs that led into one of the back entrances to the dorm.

Kate fell into a soft bundle of winter jackets and sweaters, but managed to skin her knee. When they reached the room, Judy carefully cleaned the knee (as she had done many times for her brothers, especially when they were smaller), then started to the dorm’s front desk for a band-aid. But Kate stopped her. “Hey, where’re you off to?”

“To find a band-aid or two.”

“I’ve got some. No sweat. They’re in that bright red box over there. Just open it up. They should be pretty near the top.”

Judy looked around for something to help with the opening. Kate reached into the pocket of her shorts and produced at pocket knife, which she tossed to Judy. Judy looked at the pocket knife for a moment, puzzled. This was a boy’s tool - she could not have imagined having one of her own.

“Something wrong?”

Judy sighed. “No, no. I’m just not used to the idea of a girl carrying a tool like this.”

Kate said, “Eh? How the hell do you open boxes or stuff?”

Judy smiled ruefully. “Usually I ask one of my brothers to help, or maybe I use a kitchen knife. But I don’t have to do it very often. Anyway …”

She opened the red box very neatly, her care provoking a puzzled, somewhat impatient expression on Kate’s face. Sure enough, there was a brand-new, large-size first-aid kit right on top, with many other objects (most of them in bright-colored boxes with names that made no sense, such as “Sens-O-Thrust” and “Throb Shaft”) that Judy did not recognize beneath. Judy extracted the first-aid kit and unwrapped it, then finished ministering to Kate’s knee.

She commented, “This kit is big enough for the whole floor. I think you overdid it.”

Kate stood, flexed the knee experimentally, and laughed. “You don’t know me. I’m accident -prone. I get into more scrapes than any other three girls. We’ll use all that stuff. Anyhow, in case I forget to say it again, anything that’s mine is yours. You can borrow or use anything I have. It’s a damn shame we’re different sizes. I don’t think I have much that you can wear.”

Judy stood and smiled modestly. Even as she spoke, she was conscious of how small and soft her voice was compared to Kate’s. “That’s all right, Kate. I’m not sure I’d even know how to wear some of your things. I could probably fit everything from the waist to my neck in one of your brassieres.” Judy hesitated slightly over the word “brassiere,” which she had rarely been able to say at home, since it was considered wanton to talk about women’s undergarments.

Kate laughed again, that same jolly laugh - she was so very good-natured. “Yeah, I bet you could. We got to fatten you up, girl, get some meat on those bones.”

Judy looked sheepish, like a very naïve girl trying hard to be a good sport.

As they unpacked, it was soon obvious that Kate would need to borrow some space from Judy. But even with Judy’s help, it was no small task to pack Kate’s possessions and clothing away.

When they were done, it was almost supper time. Kate lay back on her bed in a strikingly immodest posture, her legs wide apart. Kate looked over at Judy, who was sitting quietly in her desk chair, and said softly, “Judy, this is kind of embarrassing. I mean, I have so much more junk than you do. I hope you don’t think … well, I hope you don’t think I’m just a big fat clod with too many things.”

Judy smiled. “No, Kate. I’m not envious. Amazed, maybe, but not envious. You must come from a well-off family. What does your father do?”

Kate flushed, sat up, and looked down at the floor beside her bed. Now her voice was suddenly almost as soft as Judy’s. “I have no idea. I’ve never met him.”

Judy’s mouth fell open. “Is he dead? Or do you mean - you mean your parents don’t live together?”

Again, Judy was in the realm of a word she could not easily speak: divorce.

Kate nodded. Judy said, “I’m sorry. I guess I shouldn’t be nosy. But it must have been hard on your mom. Do you have brothers and sisters?”

Kate shrugged. “One sister, Francie. She’s ten years older than me. She’s married and lives outside St. Louis. We don’t hear from her.”

Judy was appalled. She said, “I’m sorry. Does your mom work? I guess that’s a dumb question.”

Kate looked up at Judy, biting her lower lip. She sucked in her cheeks, which were normally rather chubby. She said, even more softly, “If I tell you what she does, you’ll probably ask for another roommate or something.”

“I promise not to. I mean, she obviously takes good care of you.”

“Yeah, she does. She’s cool. Francie is ashamed of her. I’m not, but it’s not smart to talk about it.”

Judy looked blank. Kate finally said, “She’s a call girl. A very high-priced one. Please don’t tell anyone.”

Judy knit her brows. She had no idea what a call girl was. She said, “OK, she answers telephones or something. What’s so terrible about that?”

Kate burst into laughter. “Oh, God! Judy, you are so precious. You don’t know what a call girl is?”

Judy was no longer sure she understood much of anything - but she had, in the back of her mind, expected that this might happen a lot at college. “Maybe not. Tell me, please?”

Kate got up and sat in the other desk chair, taking both of Judy’s hands in hers. “Oh, dear Judy. You are adorable. We sure do need each other. There’s lots of stuff I’m clueless about , and it seems maybe I have some things to share with you. Anyhow, what my mother does is go to men’s businesses or houses or whatever by appointment, and there she has sex with them for money. She’s very good, and she makes a lot of money.”

Judy was speechless. She knew from the Bible that sometimes women in ancient times had sex with men for money, but she imagined that this was far in the ancient past, and that in modern times such a thing was unnecessary.

She opened and closed her mouth several times. No sounds emerged.

Life with Kate would certainly be entertaining. Or maybe revelatory.

At supper, Kate ate at least double helpings of everything, while Judy could barely finish the small portions she took. Kate kept urging Judy to eat more of everything, especially dessert, but Judy was not used to eating dessert. The chocolate cake that Kate thought was dull (after she tried two pieces, to make sure it really was as dull as it seemed at first) seemed unbearably rich and sinful to Judy, who ate only two bites of hers.

As they emptied their trays, Kate struck up a conversation with two freshmen men. In the space of about thirty seconds, Kate had arranged to meet them on the next evening after supper.

On the way back to their room, Judy asked, “What are you meeting them for?”

“We’re meeting them.”

“Me? I mean, I?”

“You’re invited. They think you’re cute.”

“You’re joking, Kate. Neither of them ever said a word to me.”

“Take it from me, kid. I know this stuff.”

“Anyhow, what are you - we - meeting them for?”

Kate put her arm around Judy’s slender shoulder, barely containing her laughter. “Trust me, kid. Just come along. We’ll have fun.”

Judy was puzzled, but said nothing.

When they reached their room, Kate put a CD in her player, donned earphones, and lay back on her bed. The earphones were good earphones, but Judy could still hear traces of the music, and was obviously trying to catch more of it. Kate sat up, took off the earphones, and stopped the CD.

“I’m sorry, Judy. That wasn’t very nice of me, was it? Maybe you’d like to hear it, too. Hey, what kind of music do you like?”

Judy shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Music is against the rules of our church.”

“No shit?” Kate’s surprise was very clear. She said, “Ah, well, then. Would you like to hear it? Or would it be better if I just used the earphones?”

Judy blinked from behind her glasses. She said, “I’d like to hear it. What is it?”

Kate pulled out the CD and looked at the label. “Bruno Walter. No, that’s the guy who’s playing it. It’s Beethoven’s Third Symphony. It’s pretty cool. But, hey, wait. I got something I bet you’ll like. It’s really religious.”

The idea of religious music was baffling to Judy, but she said nothing. Kate put the CD in the player, unplugged the earphones, and turned it on. Judy thought she had never heard anything more beautiful in her whole life. The music soared in the same way Judy had once imagined angels soaring through heaven.

They both sat silent. When it was done, Kate said, almost bashfully, “Like it?”

Judy realized that tears had been falling from her eyes. She removed her glasses and wiped the tears away. “Oh, yes. What is it, please?”

Kate looked at the CD. “My mom got this for me a couple of years ago. The monks of somewhere I can’t pronounce, singing Easter hymns.”

“Wow.”

“It’s real old. Like a thousand years or so. It kind of relaxes me. I’ve got several more like it. Great stuff.”

Judy said reflectively, “It’s Catholic?”

Kate looked up. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”

Judy shrugged. “A little. Not really. I hate the church I was raised in, but it’s all I know. We were taught to hate the Catholics. I think they burned some of our people hundreds of years ago.”

Kate was silent. Judy asked, hesitantly, “Are you Catholic?”

Kate smiled. “Me? No. I haven’t been to church in ages. Most churches aren’t real welcoming to my mom. Kind of takes the fun out of it. What are you?”

“Redeemed Brethren of the Lamb.”

Kate could not resist. “So the sistern aren’t redeemed?”

Judy looked ashamed. “That’s more true than you might think. The Redeemed Brethren teach that women should be meek and submissive and that the husband has absolute power over the wife. I’ve seen what it did to my mother. Still does. It’s evil, but it’s all I know, like I said.”

Kate’s bright blue eyes were usually crinkled up at the corners in laughter and smiles, but now they were big with pity. She said, “Oh, wow. You poor kid. Still, I’m sure your church had many good things in it, like the Bible and all.”

Judy said with a little more spirit in her voice, “Yeah. I liked Bible study. There’re lots of interesting stories in the Bible.”

Kate fell back on the bed, crossing her legs in the air, then slowly lifting and lowering them in some kind of exercise. She said, “Got to fight my fat tummy all the time. Anyhow, I don’t know much about the Bible. I s’pose I ought to learn.”

She giggled and added, “You know what’s funny? One my mom’s best and steadiest customers is the pastor of a big church in town.”

Judy wrinkled her forehead. “Wow. I guess when you have paid clergy, that can be a problem.”

Kate had never thought seriously about how clergy of any kind earn their livings, and assumed that churches always paid their staff. She thought for a second, then said, “I bet it’s a problem even in your church. Men are men everywhere. They can’t help it. Actually women are the same way, but we get less publicity.”

Judy reflected. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

Kate sat up and said, “Hey, Judy, it’s like we come from really different places, you know. But - well, if I ever do or say stuff that offends you, I don’t mean it. Just let me know and I’ll try to clean up my act. It won’t be easy, though. My mom wasn’t much for discipline. She always says, if it feels good, do it, but don’t do so much that you wear it out.”

Judy smiled. She was quiet for a moment, then said, “There is one thing, Kate.”

Kate said, “Yeah? Just say the word.”

“Your grammar is terrible.”

Kate chuckled, then grew more serious. “Yeah, I bet it is. Fact is, I’m not much of a student. I just barely graduated from high school, and I just barely got in here. I’m on probation. What was your GPA in high school?”

“Four.”

“Like, four even? Like, straight A’s?”

“Yes. If I got less than an A, my dad probably would have pulled me out of school. Most of the girls in our church never graduate.”

Kate whistled softly. “Oh, wow. I’d have been in real trouble in your church.”

Judy stood and stretched; it was after nine, now, and she was very tired. She let her hair down and began brushing it. She hesitated, then said, “Kate, I guess we can undress and dress in front of each other.”

Kate was puzzled for a moment. “Uh, yeah. I mean, like, I don’t know what you got? I mean , I suppose, I guess if it bothers you I could go in the bathroom or something.”

Judy smiled shyly. “No. I’ll try to adapt. I know I’m kind of peculiar. But I’ve never seen another person naked, except babies.”

“Never?”

“Never. I’ll get over it, though. I know I’ve had kind of a weird upbringing, and I don’t like it much. I just have a lot to learn.”

Kate’s expression softened. She said, “Oh, Jesus, Judy. But don’t sweat it. It’s not evil or anything. At least I don’t think it is. But I won’t look, if it upsets you.”

Judy was undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. She said, “I guess there’s no reason you shouldn’t look. It’s no big secret. I’m just not very pretty.”

Judy reached into one of the two drawers that held her underwear and nightwear and a few other things (the other four drawers in the six-drawer chest were full of Kate’s things). She drew forth her one flannel nightgown.

Kate looked and said, “Christ, Judy, you’re going to wear that on a night like this?”

Judy put the nightgown on, then undid her bra and removed her panties from under the flannel . She said, “It’s what I have.”

Kate, who was in the process of removing her own halter top, said, “Yeah? So what’s your point? Wait. I bet you’re going to get another shock. I sleep nude.”

Judy sucked in a breath. She turned to face Kate, just in time to see Kate removing her bra. Judy uttered softly, “Wow.”

Kate blushed slightly. “Yeah, I got big boobs. Came by ‘em honestly. My mom’s stacked, too. It’s basically how she got into her line of work. But you’ve got cute tits, too, I think. Real perky-like.”

Judy turned bright scarlet. No one had ever commented on her anatomy, not even her mother . Well, there had been that time when Judy came to the breakfast table late, with her hair down. Judy’s mother had started to say something, but her father sent her upstairs immediately - it was immoral for a woman to come to the table with her hair down. Then her father had beaten her mercilessly that evening.

But Judy was mainly looking at the rings through Kate’s nipples, whose areolas were by themselves nearly as large as Judy’s entire breasts. She said softly, “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

Kate flipped one of the rings and smiled. She said, “I’ve had these since I was fifteen. I love ‘em.”

Then Kate removed her panties. Judy stared again. “You’re - you’re bare down below. And you have more rings.”

Kate was still grinning. “Yeah. You’d be amazed, though. Lots of girls shave between their legs these days. It’s the style. The rings are a bit unusual, I admit.”

Judy took a big breath. “I never imagined things like this. We sure are different.”

Kate lay back on her bed. She glanced over at Judy. “Wow. You don’t shave your legs, do you?”

Judy said, “No. I don’t know how. Besides, I was always afraid of the razor.”

Kate turned out the light at the head of her bed. Judy did likewise, leaving the room dark except for a little light from the street lamp that was located in the parking lot, not too far from their room.

Then Judy knelt beside her bed. Kate said softly, “Praying?”

Judy nodded. “It’s not like at home. But I don’t think I could sleep if I didn’t try to pray.”

Kate came over and sat beside Judy on Judy’s bed. She said, “Teach me?”

Judy looked up into Kate’s face. At first, she hesitated, because Kate was naked, but she decided that God probably knew everything about every inch of Kate’s body anyhow, so she said, “Well, I kneel. I think lots of people don’t kneel, but it’s what I’m used to.”

And so Judy taught Kate to pray.

Afterwards, Kate bounced back onto her bed, smiled at Judy, and was soon fast asleep.

Judy had put one blanket on her bed and had carefully folded the other at the foot of the bed. She slid beneath the sheets, but was soon far too warm and tossed both blanket and sheet aside.

Kate was lying nude on top of the sheets of her bed. It turned out that Kate snored, but this was not what kept Judy awake. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, Judy found that she could see Kate quite well. Judy was awake that night for several hours, sometimes glancing over at Kate.

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