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off. Her plump body was pink and softly inviting, and the mournful expression in her eyes almost melted Amelia’s heart.
    â€˜No mercy,’ she repeated distantly.
    â€˜There is no mercy for any of us from that terrible man,’ Charlotte said bitterly as she sat on her little bed.
    â€˜No, the Reverend Dawes is not known for it,’ Amelia said, unable to quite rid her mind’s eye of that pitiless grey gaze.
    â€˜He is a real tartar, that’s for sure,’ Bella said cheerily. There was something hot in her eyes, however, that Amelia found she did not like at all.
    â€˜Away, he’s no’ that bad,’ Kirsty said calmly as she got into her own bed.
    Five pairs of eyes looked at her in complete astonishment.
    â€˜Not that bad?’ Charlotte spluttered, utterly incredulous.
    â€˜I do not understand,’ Gretchen gasped, amazed.
    â€˜You must be joking, surely?’ Amelia said, blinking at the figure in the bed.
    â€˜What constitutes bad in your book, then?’ asked Bella with a laugh, but she was not destined to get an answer.
    Kirsty’s bed was at the far end of the dormitory and all the other girls were staring at her, and away from the door. Something in the girl’s green eyes sent a sudden prickle of cold fear down Amelia’s spine.
    â€˜Quiet time,’ the Reverend Dawes said in a calm but displeased tone, ‘is a time for quiet rest, not idle chatter.’
    There was a little chorus of shocked gasps as the six young ladies blushed scarlet and did their best to shield their naked charms from the intruder’s gaze. The Reverend, however, seemed quite untroubled by what seemed to Amelia the scandalous impropriety of the situation.
    â€˜As you all seem to have so much energy to spare we must put it to constructive use. Faith will issue you each with sporting kit. I think it is time you girls were introduced to the wholesome pleasure of a bracing, cross-country run.’
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    Amelia stared at the new outfit with utter horror, but it was Charlotte who voiced the girls’ common concern.
    â€˜Really, this is too much. He cannot intend for us to go out in public in these,’ she spluttered, her pretty face quite crimson.
    Charlotte had already pulled on the white shorts and short woollen singlet Faith had brought up to the dormitory at the Reverend’s departure. The clinging jersey of the singlet did little to disguise the shape of her firm young breasts; indeed, Amelia could make out the girl’s jutting little nipples perfectly clearly. The shorts were legless and seemed to be skin-tight. Knee socks and white plimsolls completed the strip.
    â€˜Come on, Charlotte, we had better make the best of it.’ Bella’s statuesque body looked particularly splendid in the gym kit, her full breasts straining perilously at her singlet whilst her long legs and powerful thighs were shown off by the shorts. With a sigh, Amelia pulled up her own shorts. After the constriction of the flogging drawers they felt quite comfortable, though there was no denying the fact that they were almost obscenely tight.
    Pulling the vest on hurriedly, Amelia glanced around. Charlotte was still blushing furiously and looking utterly aghast. Kirsty, as usual, seemed quite unworried by the outfit, which hugged her generous curves most flatteringly.
    It was Gretchen who looked most absurd in the get-up. She blushed a deeper shade of beetroot even than Charlotte, aware that her body simply was not made for such athletic attire. Her breasts seemed about to burst out of the flimsy constriction of the singlet, whilst her shorts were barely able to contain her behind. Gretchen’s more mature features and matronly figure combined to make the girlish little gym outfit seem quite absurd.
    â€˜I really would not protest, if I were you,’ Faith said softly in response to Charlotte’s shrill complaints, though she also looked