Amy lay facing Megan, letting her body cool down after their lovemaking, moving her head occasionally to kiss her roommate. Shawna was spending the evening with Jackie.

Megan's lips curled into a smile as she stroked Amy's hair. "Can you believe it? Eight weeks from tomorrow." The dean had just informed Megan of the date late that afternoon, and had assured her that he had already invited her father and sister, mailing them guest passes.

Amy kissed her again. "You don't need all that time to get yourself ready, I hope. We still have the one last party show to do in a few weeks."

Megan gave her a tiny headshake. "I can wait until after that to start getting my head in the right space. Have you started checking into your own..." She stopped suddenly, frowning, looking into Amy's eyes.

Amy stopped breathing, knowing why Megan was suddenly silent.

Megan, still frowning, asked, "You were going to tell me, right?"

Amy didn't need to ask what Megan was talking about, or how she had known. Some tiny physical reaction, unnoticed by Amy herself but telling everything to Megan, at that moment when Megan had asked about Amy's hanging. Few of the Hanging Girls were as skilled as Megan at reading body language, especially of the one person she knew better than anyone else in the world. "Of course, honey. I've been trying to work out how to say it."

"Is it because of our girls? They're all really coming along fast. Especially Holly."

Amy nodded, blinking back a tear. "I know. But Haley won't be here for another seven months. I had to offer to stay. The dean wasn't going for this whole thing with Holly and Haley otherwise."

Megan looked at Amy seriously. "So are you okay with this? It feels like you are." Reading again. "You can really wait that long? I don't think I could."

Amy put her arms around her lover, squeezing her tight. "I am okay. It's not like I don't get to hang at all. The noose will be out there waiting for me. It's hard to take something you've chased after for years and push it farther away, but it's still going to be there. The hardest part is..." The tear at last spilled from her eye. "I was worried you might think I'm... insulting you. To say I'm going to stay on so long after you're gone."

Megan's eyes widened. Amy saw that something had finally come out of her own mouth before Megan could read it. "Oh, honey, no! No! Nothing like that! Listen..." Megan looked away for a moment, searching for the right words, finding them at last, returning her eyes to Amy, giving her an intense look as only Megan could. "There are a lot of things I trust. I trust the noose. I trust my skills. And you taught me a long time ago... I have to trust my partner. And I do, I trust you completely. I trust you for a lot of things, but most of all, I trust you always to do the right thing. That's what teaches me what the right thing is. And you believe this is the right thing. I can tell you do. If you think it's right, that's always going to be enough for me."

The single tear became a flood. Amy, her throat suddenly so tight she couldn't believe there wasn't a rope around it, choked out, "I love you, Megan."

The sudden return of Megan's smile made her face more beautiful than ever. "And I love you, Amy." She kissed Amy, hard.

They made love again, with twice the passion of their earlier session.

The dean rolled his eyes, but was smiling. "You want to communicate with Haley? You know we don't allow communication between our First Year girls and their families. That would include girls whose First Year status is... in suspended animation, as it were."

Amy knew he was referring to Holly. She wasn't sure she wanted to bring this up. "Ummm... I did see my brother when I was a First Year." It always irritated her to discuss Andrew for any reason.

"There's a difference. He's a club member."

The one stain on the Academy's reputation, in Amy's view. "Anyway, this wouldn't be a personal communication, Sir. And not from Holly herself. I could request to take this information to her myself, on my own, but I'd like to keep it even less personal than that. This would be in the nature of the Academy itself giving some advice to a potential student. Just in an institutional way. In the form of a letter."

"We've never done that before either."

"I know, Sir, but I'm thinking it's pretty well-established now that this is a unique case. And I can give you the usual justification that this will help the two of them get their act together sooner once Haley arrives here."

The dean smiled again. "I suspected as much. What would the letter say?"

"I have a draft here, but let me describe it first, so you can see why everything is in there. For one thing, you'll see there's no proprietary information in it. No giving away any Academy secrets. There are basically just three things we need Haley to work on.

"One is a reading list. About half of what we have Holly reading is publicly available. Some of the things we'd picked out for her, it turned out she'd already read them, and Haley has too, but not all of them. So we've put together a list of books, available on the outside, that Haley hasn't read, and it would save time if she read them before she got here.

"The second thing is a physical exercise program. Just like all of the other students here, we've got Holly doing a lot of conditioning in the gym. Obviously we'd like to avoid her body getting noticeably different from Haley's, and there's no reason why it should, because Haley could be doing the same exercises at home.

"And then finally, there's something Haley can do in preparation for doing party shows. It's our secret, mine and Megan's, but it actually only helps specifically for that one purpose. When Megan and I started training to do the shows, we did hanging exercises carrying extra weight -- eventually we got to where we could hang while carrying a hundred extra pounds. And we needed that for the kind of hanging she and I do together, where we alternate holding the other up so she can breathe -- but it's not something helpful for the standard type of hanging. You know how studies have shown that practicing with extra weight doesn't really help for normal hanging techniques, beyond what the standard neck-trainer does. So if, for whatever reason, Haley told anybody what she was doing, it would actually be kind of misleading, because people would say, Aha! So that's the Hanging Girl secret! And it's really not! It's just something Haley needs to do, and it wouldn't help anybody else." Amy leaned forward. "And the point is, she'd be ready to start working on choreography as soon as she gets here."

The dean nodded, already having known that was coming, and held out his hand. Amy handed over the letter. She sat patiently as he read it -- some parts several times, it appeared.

At last he nodded. "I'm going to want to reword this, to make it more clear that it doesn't imply an offer of admission, and perhaps to hint at the need for some discretion on her part. But I'll leave intact the descriptions of the program she should be following."

Amy gave him a huge grin. "Yes, Sir! And is there any possibility Holly could sign it at the bottom?"

The dean chuckled. "Of course not. And you're just giving me a chance to assert authority by saying 'no', aren't you?"

Amy felt herself reddening. "I just wanted to try, Sir."

Melissa gave Amy a kiss as she pulled the door to their room closed, then held Jana's hand as they trotted down the hallway towards their class. Amy waved after them, then walked more slowly back towards her own room.

Megan and Holly were there, sitting on the bed, looking at the television, where Megan was running a video of a First Year girls' hanging class from several years ago. Holly's concentration on the screen was so intense that Amy wasn't sure Holly had noticed her coming in.

Holly pointed at the screen. "I think her left leg is unbalancing her. She's swinging it out too far."

Megan nodded. "So what would you do?"

Holly fingered her lower lip, considering the question, still watching the girl on the screen. "Maybe tap at her foot every time she swings it out like that, to make her conscious of doing it."

Amy smiled, remembering Megan administering a very similar cure to Wendy once.

Megan used the remote to move the tape ahead to the next girl. Again, Holly watched the screen with a very Megan-like intensity. At last she looked at Megan and said tentatively, "She's probably okay?"

Holly breathed an audible sigh of relief when Megan nodded. "For her level of development, anyway." Megan raised the remote again. "Let's skip over the next girl. She's okay too." The girl wriggled on the screen in fast motion, and Megan slowed the tape to normal speed as another girl started.

Holly leaned forward, and quickly leaned back. "That's easy. She's not turning her head enough. You could..."

Megan held up a hand to stop her. "Okay, but remember, always look at the girl's whole body. When there's a problem in one place, it could be caused somewhere else."

Holly nodded and leaned forward to watch the screen again. As the girl finished, Holly looked helplessly at Megan. "Could you run it again?"

Megan nodded and rewound the tape. Holly leaned even farther forward to watch the girl again, almost unblinking. Suddenly she bounced on the bed excitedly. "Oh, yeah! She's got her hands too high up her back! It's making her shoulders hunch and she can't turn her head properly. You could give her a crotch rope to hold them down..." She frowned, and shook her head. "She's too inexperienced, she doesn't need that distraction." She thought a little longer, as Megan rewound the tape and showed the girl again. Holly sat up again. "You could tie a thread between her elbows, so she couldn't separate them more than that distance. Tell her to try not to break the thread. That would keep her hands down." She grinned at Megan. "Okay?"

Megan laughed and patted Holly's back. "Nice job. I've got that class to go teach. Just relax a minute while I talk to Amy."

Megan guided Amy out of the room, closed the door, and said barely audibly, her eyes alight, "Most underclass girls have a hard time picking out flaws in another girl's form. I tried this same exercise with Melissa and Jana. Together. They got over half of them, which was really good. Holly caught all of them, and that thing with the thread... that might work better than what I was going to say."

Amy grinned, and whispered, "That's great! We knew she was special. See you in awhile, honey." She kissed Megan, waved goodbye to her, and opened the door. Holly had rewound the tape to the beginning and was restoring it to its case. She looked up and smiled. "Hi, Amy. That was fun."

Amy smiled back. "Megan says you're doing really well. Sit back down a minute. I've got something else to talk to you about."

Holly nodded and sat on the bed again, waiting.

Amy began, "I know you haven't been in classes, but you've probably heard the First Years talking about this. Their first party is coming up in a few weeks. Now, you're not a member of the class, but I asked the dean, and he left it up to me to decide whether an extra year of parties would be helpful to you. So I need to figure that out... You know what I'm talking about, right? What the students do at parties?"

Holly nodded. "Oh! Sure. There's a little about that on the Web site. I was..." Holly suddenly looked slightly uncomfortable. "I'd been figuring, after you got me the extra year to wait for Haley, that that would be one of the things we could do together. Her and me."

Amy frowned. "Together, as in working the same bedroom?"

Holly nodded again. "I mean, I was hoping."

Amy shook her head. "Maybe somewhere along the way, later, but not at the start. I'm not even going to ask the dean about that. Every Hanging Girl has to demonstrate she can provide sexual services by herself. Megan and I have worked together a few times, when it worked out that way at auctions, but at first the dean wouldn't let us. Not until he was sure about our solo skills."

Clouds of concern began billowing in Amy's mind. She had never seen Holly unsure of herself before. Amy had quickly become accustomed to thinking of Holly as another Megan, superior in every facet of a Hanging Girl's life. Megan, along with everything else she did, always drew outstanding reviews from club members she entertained privately at parties. Amy had been assuming Holly would share that skill as well. "Holly... you've gone to the clubs around town, right? To meet sex partners?"

"Oh, for sure! Haley and me knew that was one of the things we'd need to be good at, for the Academy, so we went once or twice a week. We'd hook up with a girl, or with a guy if it was a mixed club, and, you know, learn from experience. We read some books, too, of course. And watched videos."

Amy was about to say she was doubtful about the idea of picking up much practical information on the subject from books, but was suddenly struck by Holly's wording, as she played it back in her head. We'd hook up with a girl. Singular. Her frown deepened. "Holly... Have you ever had one-on-one sex with anyone other than Haley?"

Holly bit her lip and shook her head, saying in a tiny voice, "No."

Amy suddenly realized she was being unfair to Holly. She had to be scaring Holly, making her feel as if she had done something wrong in coming to the Academy with less than the usual amount of experience with sex. It was true that any Hanging Girl needed to be ready to handle clients who had any number of different sexual preferences, in one-on-one situations, and that Holly's one-on-one sexual history was far from sufficiently varied. But the Academy was a place of learning. You didn't have to arrive already knowing everything. That's why they had classes. Including sex classes. Amy reached out and covered one of Holly's hands with her own, and smiled. "Listen, Holly, I'm not mad at you. I just got a little surprised for a minute. We could wait on the parties until next year..."

Holly shook her head, a determined look suddenly on her face. "No, I want to do it."

Amy blinked. "There's no reason we couldn't wait, it's really okay..."

The intense Megan-look was in Holly's eyes again. "Amy, I'll do anything I need to, to be a Hanging Girl. The dean could tell me I need to jump off the roof, and I'd head for the stairs as soon as he said it."

Amy looked at her wide-eyed. "Ahhh... Well, that won't be a requirement, I'm pretty sure. But... so you do want to go to the party?"

Holly nodded her head emphatically.

Amy was silent for a time, considerations swirling around in her head. One of them finally came to the fore. "If I'm going to tell Wendy and Lucy to include you on the list for the party, I'm taking on a lot of responsibility. I'm telling them you're ready to perform and to make the club members happy." Amy continued thinking, her lower lip squeezed between her thumb and forefinger. Okay, she thought, first things first. She gestured at Holly. "Take off your clothes. I want to check on your grooming. I need a closer look than I've been getting when you practice hanging."

Obediently, Holly unsnapped her bra and shrugged out of it, kicked away her shoes, and pulled her shorts down, then her panties, kicking them away as well.

Amy looked her over, lifting her arm. "Underarms okay." She backed away, looking at Holly's tan lines above and below. "I don't think you need the tanning bed. Your skin is pretty sensitive to sunlight, so there's no telling what effect it might have, and I think members will like the contrast anyway, with your breasts freckle-free. Lie back on the bed." As Holly did so, Amy lifted Holly's legs and spread them apart, and bent down close to Holly's crotch.

She considered Holly's wispy thatch of pubic hair. Nearly all of the girls had their bushes permanently removed, and the club members and, later, the buyers, seemed to like it that way. Holly's pubes, a soft reddish orange, a little lighter than the hair on her head, while apparently untrimmed, occupied a relatively small triangle and looked rather becoming and inviting. Amy ran her fingers lightly across it, as Holly jumped slightly and giggled. In a thoughtful voice, Amy said, "Okay, let's keep that for now. We could still get rid of it later if the members don't like it. For the time being..." Amy bent down still closer, gently separating Holly's glutes with her fingers, examining the area in between. "I want you to go to the salon, and ask them to do a laser removal on the hair alongside your labia, and back behind, between your cheeks."

"Okay. I could do that today, if you don't need to have me practice anything."

Amy thought a moment, and nodded. "Okay, but have them give you a time estimate. We need you back here by seven so you can watch Megan and me practice for our show. Tell them just to do part of it now if it's going to take too long."

Holly's eyes lit up. "Okay." She loved watching Amy and Megan practice, wide-eyed throughout, asking endless questions afterward. Primarily, Amy and Megan worked on the choreography for their upcoming show, but they also showed Holly a variety of moves from their earlier shows, demonstrating the many ways each could support the other's weight -- with feet, knees, leg wrapped around waist, thigh supporting crotch, and so on. "I won't miss that."

"Good. Okay, you can sit up now." Amy offered her hand for Holly to pull on as she sat back upright.

As Holly reached for her panties, Amy said, "Wait. I want to do one more thing."

Holly dropped her panties back on the floor and nodded, her eyes looking directly into Amy's. I'm ready, whatever it is, the eyes said. That same drive to be a Hanging Girl, so strong it had allowed her to leave the other half of herself at home while she spent her first year at the Academy, was showing once more.

Amy gave her a serious look. "Like I said, I'm taking on some responsibility, if I send you to a party. You haven't been in sex class, and I have to make sure you can handle yourself on the job. No," Amy waved her hands in a don't-worry gesture, "I don't mean I'm not going to give you any help between now and then. We've got three weeks, and that's enough time to get you ready. But I need to see where you're starting from."

Amy began removing her own uniform, seeing Holly blink in surprise as she watched. That earlier look of uncertainty was back, as she understood what she was about to have to do.

Naked now, Amy moved a little closer to Holly on the bed. "I'm going to be one of the club members now. Female, of course. I can't imitate all of the body parts another gender might present." Amy gave Holly a small smile, which Holly echoed nervously. "I won't give you a hard time. We can talk about that later. But I won't give you much help right now either. When you're in a private session with a club member, it's your job to figure out what would please them, and they won't always tell you." Amy let her voice grow softer as she continued speaking. "They know that Hanging Girls have what seems like a magical ability to sense their turn-ons. We're not born with that. We learn it." Very softly now, Amy said, "Show me what you can do, Holly."

Unlike before, Amy knew that here she was not being unfair to Holly. Amy understood that she was several years older than Holly, and obviously far more sexually experienced. Furthermore, she knew that Holly had probably not imagined that an erotic intimacy with Amy could really happen. But this was exactly the sort of situation Holly must be able to handle at a party. She would find herself facing strangers of both genders, and would have to establish an instant sexual connection with them. From watching Holly try to do so now, Amy would know how to help her in the next few weeks.

Holly, breathing and blinking quickly, scooted closer to Amy on the bed, and hesitantly put a shaking left hand on Amy's hip. Amy gave her an encouraging smile, and a soft sigh to let her know the touch was welcome.

The shaking gone, Holly stroked Amy's hip for a moment, then let her hand slide over Amy's thigh into her crotch. Amy opened her legs slightly, and Holly let her hand settle in, spreading her fingers slightly, the outer ones lying lightly on Amy's inner thighs on either side, the middle finger resting along Amy's labia, without entering. That was good, thought Amy. Intimacy without immediate invasion.

At the same time, Holly leaned closer, softly kissing Amy's chin, moving up to her cheek for another soft kiss.

As her lips reached Amy's, Holly suddenly put her right hand behind Amy's head and kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into Amy's mouth, licking Amy's teeth and tongue, holding Amy's head firmly and straining to push in still farther. Amy mmmmphed, trying to tell her to slow down, unable to do so with her mouth full of tongue, but just as suddenly as she had invaded Amy's mouth, Holly withdrew, letting her head drop lower, now licking Amy's chest and upper breast. As Amy regained her breath, Holly sucked in Amy's left nipple, licking gently at first, then biting, not too painfully, before returning to sucking again. Through all of this, Holly's left hand remained anchored in Amy's crotch.

Holly moved slightly, kissing the side of Amy's breast, and now the style of kissing changed. It softened, just the barest touch of wet lips, followed by light sucking, during which Holly's tongue just barely flicked at Amy's skin. As each tiny kiss alternated with a tiny lick, Amy felt a sensation flare through her body, intensifying by the second, an electrical surge beginning from the point where Holly was kissing her breast, flowing from there directly to her pussy. Amy moaned and twitched her hips involuntarily, and the current within her continued to circulate, now vibrating her entire body. Holly's left hand had remained motionless across Amy's crotch until now, but she now slid two fingers inside Amy, almost frictionlessly -- Amy was so wet she knew she was soaking the bedsheet.

And Amy completely lost track of the purpose of the exercise. Forgetting her intent of sitting still and letting Holly try to please her, she pulled Holly upward by her shoulders. Face to face now, Amy's lips met Holly's for the second time, this time by Amy's own doing, and she used her arm across Holly's shoulders to pull Holly harder against her, opening her mouth against Holly's. With her other hand she covered Holly's hand in her crotch, her hips thrusting to do the work of moving Holly's fingers in and out. In just seconds the explosion came, shaking her entire body as she pulled Holly with her to fall onto her side on the bed.

As the tide of orgasm washed away, Amy opened her eyes to see Holly's just inches away, her mouth still pressed, softly now, against Amy's, her fingers withdrawing from Amy's pussy.

Amy tried to speak, and for the moment was unable. She finally succeeded in gasping out, "Where... where did you learn to do that?" Her voice was muffled, with Holly's lips still in contact.

Holly drew back slightly, and grinned. "From books, mainly."

Amy blinked. "That was in a book?"

"Well, not all of it. But all those different things I was trying at the start -- I was just trying to figure out what you liked. That's why my hand was there."

Amy didn't find that the explanation was clearing anything up. "Your hand? What do you mean?" Her breathing was slowly getting back to something like normal.

"Where I was holding it, touching your inner thighs and labia. The book said I could tell whether you liked something sexually by the way your muscles were twitching there."

Amy struggled to sit up, wiping a few beads of sweat off her forehead as she let go of Holly. Beside her, Holly also sat up. "So that was trial and error going on, at the start?"

Holly nodded. "I guess I finally found what worked." She gave Amy a shy-looking smile.

"That, that... kissing thing." Amy failed to find a way to describe it better. "You're saying that was in a book?"

Holly laughed. "Oh, the kiss-licks? Not that, no. That's something me and Haley do for each other. It really gets us going..."

Under her breath, Amy murmured, "I'll bet it does."

"...so I decided to see if you liked it, but I wanted to try some other stuff first."

Amy shook her head to clear it. "Okay. I think I know where we can go from here. The main thing is, there are ways you can learn to read a new sex client without the trial and error. There are some signs you can see and hear, not just pick up from touch, as soon as the situation starts to get intimate. Usually you'll be able to tell what kind of contact your client will want within the first few seconds, and take it from there. You can make adjustments after that, but often you won't need to. And..." Amy shook her head again, heaving a sigh. "That thing you call the kiss-lick -- you'll be able to use that a lot. But not every time. Anyway, tomorrow we can start talking about the signs, and after a couple of sessions..." Amy grinned suddenly. "...I'm going to want you to try it out on Melissa and Jana. You haven't had sex with either of them, right?"

Holly shook her head, and suddenly laughed. "I just realized I know what you mean about seeing signs. I wasn't really thinking about it, but I can usually tell when Melissa and Jana are starting to get... the hots for each other. And I excuse myself then and tell them I'm going down to the library, like I do a lot anyway. Sometimes I miss the signs, but I still leave when they start petting and kissing. They've never asked me to go away, but I can tell they like being alone."

And they've seen the signs in Holly that tell them not to press her about sex, Amy thought. And I'll bet Holly hasn't caught any of the bondage sex sessions, or she'd probably mention it. Amy smiled. "Well, they're not a completely ideal place to start, because you're already kind of familiar with them, but you can still try out some things you've learned. You might still get some surprises." Amy looked at the clock. "There should still be enough time to get something done at the salon. Like I said, just make sure you can come back by seven."

Holly nodded, and quickly put her uniform back on. She grinned. "Thank you so much, Amy. You've just done so much for me, it's hard to say enough about how much you've helped."

As she turned towards the door, Amy reached for her hand. "Wait a second, Holly." As Holly turned to face her again, Amy stood, put her arms around Holly and, to Holly's wide-eyed surprise, kissed her on the lips. "Thank you too, Holly. That felt really nice just now."

Holly kissed her back, grinning. "For me, too. More than I could imagine." Seconds later she was out the door, hurrying down towards the salon.

THREE DAYS LATER

Amy kissed Shawna goodbye, wished her a good class, then lay back on the bed, not needing to do anything right this minute. Megan had spent the night in Jackie's room, and was already in class by now. For Amy it was a rare moment of quiet. She opened one eye at the sound of the knock on her door. "Come in."

Holly peeked in, the usual grin on her face, quickly turning apologetic. "I didn't know you were asleep. I'll come back."

Amy smiled. She could tell Holly was excited about something. "Not asleep, just resting. Tell me what's up." She laced her fingers behind her head, eager to hear.

Holly closed the door, sat in a chair facing the bed, and eagerly blurted, "I did Jana and Melissa last night!"

Amy sat up. "That's great, Holly. You mean, a threesome?"

Holly shook her head. "Separately."

Amy said, "Now remember, it's not just supposed to be sex. You're supposed to be using what I've been telling you."

Holly's face was alight. "Oh, I did, I did! It was so cool! We were all on the bed, watching a movie. I was next to Jana, and Melissa was on the other side. There was a part in the movie where we all laughed, and I kind of slapped Jana's elbow while we were laughing, and then I just kept my hand there and looked at her. Looking like... well, you know what I mean."

Amy laughed. "Oh, yeah."

"Anyway, in a minute we were kissing. Melissa just kind of scooted away, to give us room. And, before we went past kissing, I started getting the weirdest feeling about Jana."

Amy wrinkled her brow. "Feeling like what?" Amy believed she knew what it was.

"Well, you know how you were explaining about the Control dimension, and the signs of whether your client wants to take charge, or wants you to do it? I had a feeling I knew what you meant, and... I thought I might be misreading it, but the signs I was getting said Jana was way, way at the end of the scale. Like it went past her just wanting me in charge, she wanted me to take complete, total control of her body. The feeling just got stronger, and I felt more sure I was right. So I started taking her clothes off first, before I did mine. I pushed her down onto her back -- Melissa was totally off the bed by this time, just watching us -- and I got on top of Jana, and I took hold of her wrists and held them pinned behind her head. Then I used my legs, like scissors, squeezing her knees between mine, and I crossed my ankles over hers, so she couldn't move her legs at all. Then I saw I could hold her head still by squeezing my forearms against the sides, and when I kissed her again I pushed my tongue way inside her mouth and kept it there, so she couldn't talk. I knew by that time I was right, because she's a little bigger than I am, and she could have just pushed me off if she tried hard enough, or at least bit my tongue, but she didn't. She just sucked on my tongue and made this muffled moaning sound, and wiggled under me.

"Anyway, I was using all my hands and feet already, and I realized I didn't have any way to rub her pussy, and her clit was totally out of reach. But it didn't matter! She was getting so excited, wriggling and moaning, and she came in like thirty seconds!

"And -- this was so funny -- Melissa was sitting in a chair now, just shaking her head and gawking at us, and she said, 'I never thought of that! I just always use ropes!' And it hit me that that must be how they always do it, with Melissa tying her up! I mean, I always could see the rope marks on Jana's wrists and ankles, but I just assumed it was from her hanging practice, where she does it with her feet tied together."

Amy tried to keep a straight face and nod wisely, not wanting to say what she was thinking. It had taken Megan longer than that to figure out what Jana wanted. Amy was stunned.

"Afterwards Jana was so sweet, and after she sat up she kept holding me, and thanking me, and kissing me, and it felt really nice.

"Then Melissa took off her clothes, and came up on the bed with us. She started rubbing her hand along my back, and Jana just grinned and backed away. In a minute, I was kissing Melissa.

"And I knew I was getting totally different signs from her -- not just about control, but everything, especially in the Giving/Taking dimension. Like she's really happiest when she knows she's making her partner feel good..."

Amy nodded. Having defined the various dimensions for Holly, she knew what Holly was talking about. And Amy and Melissa had made love many times.

"...so it was a lot more of a sharing kind of thing. I showed her some things I liked, and I got myself higher and higher, while I was picking up on what she liked too. I did the kiss-lick on her, and she started doing it to me too. And as soon as I came, she did too. Amy, it was so neat!

"Anyway, I didn't sleep on the hideaway bed. They wanted me to sleep on the bed with them, so I did.

"Since I woke up I've been writing in my diary. I've got so much stuff I want to show Haley as soon as she gets here!"

Amy grinned, leaned forward and took Holly's hands. "Listen, I have a few more things I still want you to try, but I'm pretty sure you'll be ready for the party. Still want to do that?"

"Oh, for sure!"

"Oh! Before I forget, pull down your shorts and panties. I want to see how the salon did."