She smiled at him, blew him a kiss, waved good-bye to Jody and gave the boy the finger behind his back.

Jody laughed and called after her. "I'm going to chapel." It was a code word that they both understood.

"Enjoy!" yelled Susie, bounding up the stairs to the door. She paused dramatically at the top, pretending to give a lecture. Then she disappeared out the door.

Jody finished and flirted with the boy as he took her tray away. He didn't even notice her. He had the hots for Susie. Kitchen workers prefer brunettes, thought Jody snottily. Gentlemen prefer blondes.

She removed her hand from her crotch, which she had been keeping warm all during breakfast, got up gracefully and left.

It was cold, walking the path alone that afternoon to the woodshed. The path wound along a creek, partially iced, but not yet firm enough for skating. Jody drew her coat and scarf more tightly about her.

She nodded at a couple she passed on the path. They must be coming back from chapel. They looked very happy.

She quickened her step. Manny would be waiting for her. He got out earlier than she did. Another quarter of a mile and she would be there.

The chapel, or rather the woodshed, was a popular place with the pupils of both schools. It was a meeting place known only to them. The faculty was not cognizant of its existence.

It kept the student body of both schools sane. They needed a sexual retreat, even at their young age.

Jody came within a stone's throw of the woodshed. Manny was waiting at the door. She picked up a stone and threw it at him. He ducked. It was her idea of a fond greeting.

He gave her the finger. Even with her poor eyesight, she saw it. She knew that was his idea of a fond greeting. She grinned and quickened her step over the frozen path. A stone wall ran along the edge of it.

The last ten yards, she ran, her blond hair flying over her shoulders.