"All I'm looking at is a pair of white panties and you a pair of ankles!"

Donna laughed. "Oh, well. At. least it's different as introductions go!"

Pamela liked Donna at once. Many girls proba- bly would have been complaining, or swearing, or sobbing, or silent in their thoughts, but Donna was a talker, and seemed more than willing to accept her situation with lightness. Well, why not, thought

Pamela. Far better than to bitch or make it any worse. It'll be bad enough at Avondale as it is.

"I like you, Donna Carson," laughed Pamela.

"You're something else! Glad I'll have a sweet roommate anyway!"

"Thanks! I like you too, Pam McNee. Let's be good friends. Maybe it will make it easier to get through all this if we have each other's shoulder to cry on at times. I think when two girls share the same problems it makes them real close because they can sympathize with each other's emotions and all. You see, I'm a philosopher and a sage!"

"Oh, Donna, you're a loony, you are!" laughed

Pamela. "You're fun! But what you say is true, hon. Let's be real close."

"Know anything about Avondale?" asked

Donna.

"Heck no, do you?"

"Knew a chick that went there once. 'Bout three years ago. Told me that they put rings in you in several obvious places. Also whip you a lot."

"You're putting me on!" said Pamela. "You mean just like in the old-time training schools?"

"Yep. Well, Pam, girls are still girls. If they took it fifty years ago no reason why we can't. We're just as good as any fluff back then! Besides, six months here is sure better than three years in the can, no matter what they do to girls!"

"Well, you're right about that, Donna. Did your friend say it was awful?"

"Funny thing. She didn't seem to regret it at all.

Fact is, I got t,he impression that she… rather liked it. She was some chick when she got out.

Changed and all. Real sexy and sure of herself now."