<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Earlier in the current school year<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Ms. Vivian Abasi<br/><br/>Vivian's skin was warm, the heat spreading through her top and pants into Elizabeth's form.  It was like laying next to someone with a fever, but without all the snot gargling and hacking.  It was comforting, like when she was little and curled up in Daddy's lap when she didn't feel good.  Elizabeth still did that on occasion, when she was really sick or sad or just having a really bad day.  Mommy said she was too old for it, but Daddy never minded and always told Mommy to leave Elizabeth alone.<br/><strong><br/>"D cups on JV?  There's no way their squad didn't suck,"</strong>that was coming awfully close to the limit of what Elizabeth considered profanity.<strong>"Every time they did a back handspring, it would just be boobs everywhere, all flopping around and smacking them in the face."</strong>Elizabeth giggled at the image<strong>"They must have been some big bootied hooties.  I'm glad you're not built like them.  Can you imagine me coming down from a stunt and bouncing off you like that?  Ouch!"</strong>She rubbed a hand over her own breasts in sympathetic imagined pain.  Elizabeth was a few letters away from being a D.  Heck, she was barely even in the alphabet.  Elizabeth giggled again, and then rolled in place so her head was touching Vivian's, both of them looking up at the ceiling.  She'd changed into a pair of plaid print boxer-style pyjama bottoms and wore a light purple cotton cami on top.<br/><br/><strong>"You know, when I first saw you I knew, just knew, we had to have you on the squad.  You were like, I don't know.  Okay, this sounds dumb, but you were like a sleek black leopard or something.  You don't see it, Viv, but you walk like you know exactly what you're doing and people just feel it.  Haven't you noticed how no one bumps into you in the halls?  It's not because you're black, it's because they feel your inner cat." </strong>Elizabeth rolled up onto an arm, looking down at Vivian's face, and grinned.<strong>"Bet I can make you purr,"</strong>she said, then launched a tickle attack on Vivian's tummy.<br/><br/>