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slipped on the robe she found hanging on the back of her door, and slowly ambled to the bathroom.
    The girls scampered about, happily getting ready for bed. All greeted her warmly and made way for her, and soon she was in the main part of the bathroom. It was a large open area, sinks clustered at the center and stalls on the right and left. Straight ahead, through a large open doorway, were the showers.
    This was the area showing its age the worst of anyplace in the building, with cracked and missing tiles, mildew, rust stains in the sinks, and so on. As loath as Jessica was to expose her bright red ass to these girls, she had little choice in the matter. She might as well get it over with. Moving to the shower area, she saw that low, narrow tile-covered walls separated the room into individual stalls, and a very low wooden bench ran down the center of the room. Hooks were at the end of each wall, and that was where Jessica hung her robe. She was pleasantly surprised when she stepped under the showerhead; the water was actually nice and hot. That attitude changed when it made contact with her sore behind. She stifled a cry and cranked the handle toward cold. That was much better, and she started to scrub. She felt as if she was out in a rainstorm, the head was so high, and she was so short the water essentially came straight down on her.
    “Anya, I hope you’re okay,” Iva said behind her. “Would you like some cold cream?”
    Jessica didn’t respond at first; she still wasn’t used to that name.
    “Seems little Miss Russkie thinks she’s better than us,” another girl sneered.
    Jessica spun around, Iva and five others were standing there, dressed in pajamas.
    Jesus, any one of them outweigh me by at least fifty pounds, and what muscles they have. “Oh, ahhh, sorry, lost in thought,” she stammered, stepping out of the shower and toward them.
    The girls looked confused, seemed they didn’t know that expression. Jessica bit her lip; she’d been confronted by gangs of ladies in high school, college, and even the gym. They thought she was an easy target, due to her size. She knew how to handle them, take out the ‘Alpha Bitch’ and the others would cower.
    Iva took a step toward her. “We just wanted to ask how you were feeling.”
    “Yeah,” another girl said. “Misha and Viktor are strict, but fair. So long as you behave, you’ll do fine.”
    She and a third girl also moved closer.
    Jessica’s eyes darted back and forth. This was it, they were moving to encircle her. She decided it was time to act. Racing forward, she struck Iva full force in the face.
    “Don’t give me that crap,” she shouted. “I know what you’re after.”
    Iva looked beyond shocked. She stumbled back, blinking furiously, and flopped to the floor.
    Yes, I’ve assumed the alpha role. The others should now back off.
    “What’s going on in here?” Misha said.
    The girls practically snapped to attention and spun to face her, even as Iva got to her feet, and Jessica shrank into the corner.
    Oh, crap!
    “Ah-ahhh, nothing, ma’am,” Iva squeaked.
    “I see. So, why is your cheek red?”
    “Ahhh, I… fell.”
    Misha stepped forward, looking right at Iva. “I’m very disappointed in you, Iva. That’s a lie. Anya slapped you, didn’t she?”
    “No, I did,” one of the girls said quickly.
    “No, it was me,” another said at the same time, stepping forward.
    Misha sadly shook her head. “Lies, all lies, my little girls, and I know it. You know how? The size of the handprint. Anya is the only one among you with hands that small. You know what this means, don’t you, girls?”
    “Yes, Miss Palicka,” they all said, hanging their heads.
    “All of you go to your rooms and prepare.”
    “Yes, Miss Palicka,” they replied.
    With that, the girls quickly raced from the room. Jessica, still cowering in the corner of the shower, didn’t know what to do. She cringed when Misha turned toward her.
    “Ahhh-ahhh, hiya, Miss Palicka,