The shapely youngster reasoned that a month of her life would be worth it to get a new sports car, but Cindy still saw the coming month at Steinway as a prison sentence, something to be suffered through.

The worst thing about the school, from Cindy's point of view, was that there weren't any boys. With a sigh, Cindy thought about her new string bikini, which she had planned to wear at the beach all summer.

When her parents' car disappeared from view Cindy picked up her suitcase and walked over to the gates.

"This is gonna be some fun, ain't it?"

Cindy spun around and for the first time saw the wooden bench that was set about twenty feet to the left of the gates. A girl who looked about Cindy's age was walking towards her, tote bag slung over one arm.

Cindy sized the girl up – a sexy face, long black hair, tits much bigger than Cindy's, and too much make-up. The girl wore tight, faded jeans and a T-shirt with the name of some heavy metal band.

"Yeah, lots of fun," Cindy said glumly.

"I'm Suzie," the black haired girl said as she pulled a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of her jeans and offered one to Cindy. "Want a smoke?"

"No, thanks," Cindy said with a shake of her head. "I don't smoke."

Suzie lit her cigarette, inhaled deeply, and gave Cindy the once-over. "You're not a goody two-shoes, are you?"

"No," Cindy said defensively, although kids at her own school called her that. "I'm Cindy."

She put her suitcase down and offered Suzie her hand.

"Look like a goody two-shoes," Suzie said as she shook Cindy's hand and looked at Cindy's frilly white dress. "My parents had me all dressed up like that when they dropped me off, but I went behind a tree and changed clothes."

"My parents made me dress up, too," Cindy said.