<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Michelle nodded, smiling a little at the advice, especially about friends forgiving.  "I don't plan on doing too much to deliberately hurt anyone, just that sometimes I wonder if it's the real me when I just walk into a room, know exactly what to say and can bring the house crashing down.  Not that I want to disrupt things, just that..."  She smiled, realizing that she was just rambling.  "Thanks," she said rather simply.  "I guess it all sounds pretty dumb when I try to explain.  Thanks."  With that, she started to head back inside, moving back to her room to get ready to change.<br/><br/>This time she wrung out her bikini, tossing it up to dry before putting on a new bikini underneath, this one a faint shade of gray.  With it underneath, she put on another T-shirt, this one a soft shade of purple, and new socks, along with one of the dry sets of jeans and some of the boots that she already wore.  It was starting to feel a little silly that she was changing so much, but she wasn't so used to having so many different outfits, and she was loving it.<br/><br/>She only brought one dress with her, though, a black silk number with a low cleavage cut, but she was saving that for a special occasion.  Certainly it wouldn't fit in with her training, but maybe there would be a party or something.