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    Janette nodded. “I’ve already started. One bag is finished and I just have one more to do.”
    Marie-Thérése looked at her. “I wish I could be like you. You’re so organized. I always wind up rushing at the last minute.”
    Janette laughed. “But you always manage to get it done.”
    Marie-Thérése giggled. “Yes. But I don’t know how.” She opened a bureau drawer and took out an armful of underwear and dumped it on the bed next to the valise. She began to separate it into stacks—brassieres, panties, slips. She stared down at them with distaste. “Aren’t they ugly?”
    Janette shrugged her shoulders. White and beige cotton. “It’s regulation,” she said. “The school wants it. We don’t have any choice.”
    “I hate them,” Marie-Thérése said. “I don’t think Jimmy Dean would like these, do you?”
    Janette laughed. “I don’t know what he would like.”
    Marie-Thérése giggled suddenly. “Let’s show them to him and see what he thinks.” She took the poster, opened it up and stuck it against the wall with two thumbtacks. He stared down at the two girls with an angry look. Marie-Thérése picked up a brassiere and panties and held them across her over the front of her dress. “Do you like these, Jimmy?” she asked.
    After a moment she turned to Janette. “See? I told you he would not like them. You take a pair, see if it’s any better.”
    Janette picked up a set and did the same thing that Marie-Thérése had done. Marie-Thérése looked at her, then at the poster, and shook her head. “No better.” She threw the garments back onto the bed. “Stupid school.”
    Janette folded her things neatly and placed them back on the stack from which they had come, then turned to take the poster down from the wall.
    “No,” Marie-Thérése said quickly. “Maybe the reason he does not like it is because we have it on outside our clothes.” Quickly she pulled her dress over her head and stood there in brassiere and slip; a moment later the slip joined her dress on the floor. She stood in front of the poster, her full breasts straining against the beige cotton brassiere. “Is this better, Jimmy?”
    She turned to Janette. “Take off your dress.”
    Janette felt the warmth of her body rush into her face. “That’s silly.”
    “No, it’s not,” Marie-Thérése insisted. “How else can he make a fair judgment? Besides I haven’t seen you since school closed. I want to see if you’ve gotten any bigger.”
    Janette looked at her. Marie-Thérése had gotten bigger. Her breasts were at least a full size larger. Staring at her friend she felt the warmth inside her growing more intense. Slowly she took off her dress.
    Marie-Thérése voice was surprised. “Silk! Black silk! You sneaky thing, you never told me! Take off your slip, I want to see your panties.”
    Silently Janette let the slip fall to the floor and stood there facing the poster, not looking at her friend. The warmth inside her was going into her groin and legs now.
    “Black silk panties too!” Marie-Thérése exclaimed. “Where did you ever get those things? They’re so beautiful and sexy.”
    Janette still did not look at her. “My stepfather gave them to me. He said he hated the cotton things I wore.”
    “When did he ever see you?”
    “In the summer it’s so hot I leave my door open for some air. He saw me when he walked by. One day he came in and threw a box of lingerie down on my desk. ‘From now on, you wear these when you’re home. The other things are ugly.’ Then he walked out.”
    “My God!” Marie-Thérése breathed. “Did he ever do anything else?”
    Janette was still looking up at the poster. She felt the warmth turning to wetness inside her. “After that, he would come to my room sometimes when my mother wasn’t home and sit down in the chair and make me walk up and down the room in these things in front of him. Then after a while he would make me take them off and give them to him and he