Wednesday morning Kristin and Jenny had a big bacon-and-egg breakfast made by Kristin's mom, then went for a tour of the town. Kristin showed Jenny all the sights from her childhood — the schools she'd attended, the studio where she took dance lessons, the hill where all the kids used to sled. There was no snow on it now; the day was cold but sunny, perfect for a long, ambling walk.
When passing through the woods they stopped and made out for awhile, but it was too cold to think of going any further. In the afternoon they headed into town and visited the town's few historic buildings, including the city hall and the church. Then they sat down in the village's one cafe for a cup of tea and a snack.
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Meanwhile, at ADB House, Miss White was a bit surprised to wake up and find Jodie in her bed. As sexually active as she was, she rarely spent the night with anyone, and as she shook off the fog of sleep it took her a few seconds to reconstruct the previous night's events in her head. Doing so, she smiled; after many years of repression, Jodie was making up for lost time.
Miss White glanced over at the sleeping younger woman; she looked lovely, peaceful and serene. The collar she was wearing suited her; Miss White decided that it would have to become a regular part of her wardrobe.
Leaving Jodie to her rest, Miss White went downstairs for some coffee and toast. It was very quiet in the house; most of the Sisters had left for Thanksgiving. Miss White always enjoyed this time of year, which she spent at ABD with whoever wasn't going home for the holiday. She had long been estranged from her relatives; Alpha Beta Delta was her family.
After breakfast, Miss White went to check in with Emma and April. They were both packing to go home for break, and looked none the worse for wear. Miss White asked them a few questions about their night with the Dean, but they didn't seem inclined to talk about it.
Several times as they talked Emma and April met each other's eyes as if sharing a secret, and Miss White was momentarily annoyed at being left out. But she decided to let it be. She wished them a good trip and headed back up to her bedroom.
Jodie was still sleeping, and looking at her laying there, it occurred to Miss White that she should spend these days upstairs with the few of them who would be around. She would need something to wear, though, something that set her apart.
After thinking about it for a few minutes, Miss White had an idea. She went downstairs to the storeroom and rummaged around until she found a uniform that had belonged to ABD's last full-time maid, who had left several years before; these days the Sisters did most of the work, and a cleaning service came in once a month.
Miss White felt a tingle thinking of the maid, whose name was Luz. She'd been a sexy, smart, and very friendly Latina in her late twenties, and she and Miss White had been intimate on many occasions. Luz had parlayed her job at ABD into a college degree, and when she left it was for a good job at a tech company. Miss White was proud of her, and wondered what she was doing now.