For a moment her mind went completely blank. She hadn’t known there was such a thing as a Student Advisor at Ridgeton and could not for the life of her recall anything she had done that would require a meeting with this one.
When she examined the form more closely, however, she saw that she was to report to a “Mr. Xxnx Peters tells me to. “I don’t believe the class can see what you’re doing very clearly, Miss Harkin. Take off your skirt. And your blouse.”
She dropped her skirt and covered her face with her hands. “No, Mr. Later that afternoon she found him in the library, sitting in her favorite place. She thought for a moment. Then she walked towards him, as if she were going to speak to him—she saw him glance up at her in surprise—but instead swerved all the way behind him
