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tea party, "it's time for you
to be introduced to your buddies. They are three of my
graduates. three of whom I am very, very proud. They
have earned the right to assist me."
The girls beamed with joy at her compliments
and gazed at her adoringly. I didn't know why vet, but
it made my nerve endings sizzle to see the way they
all looked up to her. I had the feeling she could ask
one or all of them to open their wrists, and they would
instantly obey.
As Dr. Foreman continued, she looked at them
with a mother's pride. "I call them your buddies
because they are here to give you the benefit of their experience. They will be in charge of your daily life, your daily development, and since they have experienced my school firsthand, they have real insight into what goes on in a new girl's mind. Depend
on them, listen to them, and most of all, obey them." She turned back to us. "Even though they are
your buddies, you are to treat them as respectfully and
obediently as you would me. In order to establish that,
and to help you understand how far they have grown
and what they have become now, you are to address
them only as inMlady for that is truly who they are.
ladies."
Teal couldn't help a guffaw, her laughter
spurting out of her lips like something she was unable
to keep from coming up. It was like a small explosion. "If you don't tighten your lips this instant." Dr.
Foreman snarled at her. "you'll be starting at a minus
fifteen with the Ice Room as your initiation to my
school."
Teal's smile evaporated.
After a long silence. Dr. Foreman stepped to the
side and introduced M'Lady One, who was the young
woman who had escorted me off the plane. She
stepped forward and waited, still at attention. M'Lady
Two, who stepped up beside her, was a far more attractive woman with light brown hair, a perfect nose, and a far more feminine mouth. She wasn't as tall, perhaps only five feet five, but because of her firm military posture, she didn't look much shorter. She had a nice figure, well proportioned, that couldn't
be disguised even in the blah uniform.
M'Lady Three was the stoutest and shortest. I
thought she was barely five feet tall. She had
shoulders like a football player and hard, sharply cut
facial features. Her dark eyes were too far apart and
her short, dull brown hair was trimmed farther back
on her forehead than that of the other two. When she
opened her mouth, I saw she had crooked teeth,
especially on the bottom.
"A new student does nothing without
permission until she is told she may do so," M'Lady
One recited.
M'Lady Two continued. "That means even
going to the bathroom. A new student does not speak
unless given permission to do so."
M'Lady Three picked up immediately when
M'Lady Two stopped. She had the deepest, coarsest
voice. "A new student learns that in the real world
nothing comes to you because it's supposed to come
to you. You earn everything: you are entitled to nothing. This is reality. Therefore, we will have reality checks periodically to determine whether or
not you have earned what you want, what you have." This means everything," they all recited. They
spoke like some chorus that had performed these
speeches many, many times, all speaking without
much emotion, except for the underlying and
continuous threat.
"A new student knows that complaints earn
demerits. Cheating, laziness, slacking off, any of that
earns demerits." M'Lady Two said.
"And demerits put you in the Ice Room," they
all chorused.
"Thank you. Mladies," Dr. Foreman said. They
looked at her as if they were desperate for approval,
then they stepped back.
I raised my hand and she looked at me so long.
I thought she was going to simply ignore it. Finally,
she asked me what I wanted.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I said. The three buddies smiled simultaneously as if
they were of one face.
"After all this, that is what you ask? Have you
heard nothing?" But I need to go," I cried, now
unashamed to admit it.
"Your needs are no longer what is of