Out of the sky Lane was hit by an anvil of happiness.
Perfectly poofed with the velour gloss of a 50's air hostess, Lane Nelson's hair dances beneath a crescent moon tiara sparkling with spot light. She could feel their eyes, all the boys, even most of the girls, gawking at her: her jaunty, vivacious breasts surreptitiously jutting from the silky shackles smoothly resting upon her confident shoulders. The air was dense with breath.
"Thank y'all for showing such lovely support for little me. Only a few girls get the honor of being the Sigma Chi Derby Queen and it makes this little native born Gainesville girl so proud to know that even she can go on to do great things"
Bobby comes to the stage and gives her an unprovocative kiss before asking her to sit down while he gives his speech. Lane comports herself with the grace of a tree in the calm wind: straight, upright swaying slightly one way or the other. She takes her chair at the back of the stage and revels in the attention she continues to get through the shadows.
A skinny girl leans against the left-most wall. Collared white blouse tucked into a cream knee length skirt, she looks like a cigarette with sad, brown hair. Lane watches her as she watches Lane. The girl rests her hands modestly towards the center of her pelvis, her stare becoming even more penetrating. It begins to wrap around Lane like a blanket. Sliding up from her toes to her chest Lane falls into a warm pool of silence, sinking deeper towards the shadowy bottom. Their gaze is locked. Lane doesn't look away as the girl goes beyond the silk, beyond the elastic, beyond the pads, tickling her with a feathery solemnity.
Bobby sits down. Cuffing his hand over Lane's ear he whispers "Hell of a time ain't it Laney?"
Lane stares at the floor for a minute before responding with a big, blinding smile.
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