<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/><strong><br/>"Elizabeth!  No roughhousing upstairs,"</strong>her mother's voice called from down the hallway.<br/><br/>A little winded from the sudden weight, but otherwise unharmed, Elizabeth couldn't reply.  Vivian had her pinned to the bed, but it wasn't scary or anything.  And, for all her height and the lean muscle she carried so prettily, Vivian wasn't that heavy.  Not like a boy.  She smelled better too.  Elizabeth was visible as one leg sticking out, part of a hand and an untidy spray of white-blonde hair that looked even paler where it tickled at Vivian's dark skin.<br/><strong><br/>"Okay, Mommy!"</strong>she called out, sounded a little strange since she couldn't project her voice like in a cheer.  Vivian on top was even warmer than Vivian beside her.  It was like being snuggled down in a feather bed when her family vacationed in the mountains.  Elizabeth smiled up at Vivian, seeing the upside down image of her face in the deep brown depths of the black girl's eyes.<strong>"You better not pee in my bed or on me," </strong>she warned, then giggled.<strong>"Like some of those powerlifter girls do at meets when they squat and pick up those super heavy weights.  That's so gross."</strong><br/><br/>Elizabeth wiggled and freed both of her arms, then wrapped them around Vivian and hugged her tight.  She drew her friend's head down to rest in her shoulder and just enjoyed the contact, friend to friend, girl to girl, black skin to white.<strong>"Love you, Viv."</strong>