Now she was definitely going to have to find out.  Mary loved being able to put someone in their place, especially mean people.  It gave her the sense of control, of belonging somehow that she really craved.  She'd get some names, or have whatever her name the new assistant was hire an investigator and find some names.  Money was good for more than buying nice things. It could rent the services of not nice people.<br/><br/><strong>"No secrets then,"</strong>Mary stated.<strong>"I won't tell you mine, you don't tell me yours and that way we don't have to worry about the other one spilling the beans."<br/><br/>"And...thank you.  For not wanting me to move out I mean."</strong>She squirmed down to the end of the bed, rucking the dress up high enough on her thighs that a flash of panties showed.<strong>"I'm going to change.  Can we have dinner off campus or must we eat in the hall?"</strong>She turned her back to Mya to face the wardrobe and pulled the dress off, leaving her just in a bra and panties, both black and from a lingerie store that didn't end in the words Secret or Hollywood, but fairly sensible.  The cups of the bra were even padded. Mary's skin was rather pale, not tanned much at all, and her body was in decent enough shape though with the tiny bit of padding a girl still carried that a woman didn't.<br/><br/>She let the dress drop carelessly onto the floor, pearls clicking against the wood.