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Chapter 6 by Imhotep Imhotep

Any interesting sights or do you head out?

Hit the local garage sales.

“We could hit a few garage sales, Elle. What do you think?” Amy smiles engagingly at her roommate and then you as the three of you push through the double doors of the dorm and out on the quad.. Ellen looks at you “That sound ok to you? Sometimes Amy and I like to go to a few garage sale on the weekend and see if we can find anything cool” Slipping her hand in yours, she continues “After we’ll grab something to eat, k?” You readily agree, and led by Ellen’s redheaded roommate, you and the two coeds find Amy’s red Saturn and climb in.

You’re somewhat disappointed when Ellen rather reflexively takes her seat next to Amy in the front seat. But as Amy backs the car out of the lot, and opens the window, you can’t help but smile and feel good as the cool breeze blows through the car, sexily tossing the coed’s hair about their shoulders like something out of a shampoo commercial.

“Don’t you want to stop and get a newspaper or something to find out where they are?” You ask noticing that the redhead’s hard and erect nipples straining against the thin ribbed cotton of her olive tank top. Laughing , Amy shakes her head.

“Hun, this town is small enough that we’ll just drive up and down the bigger streets, and see signs posted for whatever sales might be going on” Ellen’s arms are crossed over her chest, and you guess that her nipples are as hard as her roommate’s. You’re sure Ellen being Ellen she’s slightly embarrassed by this. The next several minutes pass in relative silence as you cruise up and down the streets of the small college town. The lawns are well manicured and trimmed, and most of the homes you pass look to be Victorian houses of a little more than a hundred years of age.

Turning onto Schuster Street, Amy points out a large, neon green poster board sign with the words “yard sale” in red paint Pulling in behind several other cars parked in front of the large yard, the three of you step out, and onto the sidewalk. About ten six foot tables are place around the front yard of the two story Victorian era house. Its charming, trimmed in gingerbread woodwork, with a wrap around porch, and a large parlor window. Trimmed bushes surround the porch and tulips bloom on either side of the stairs leading down to the walk. As you and the two girls survey the wares set out on the tables, a young woman pushes through the front door with several boxes in her arms.

Ellen gasps softly, but audibly. “Hey Ellen, look who that is” Amy says visibly pleased. The small, dark haired girl glances towards the three of you as she walks down the stairs, but shows no sign that she recognizes either Ellen or Amy. She is striking, with her dark black hair cut short, and large dark brown eyes well accented with mascara eyeliner, and judicially applied blush. Her complexion is pale, and her lips a bit narrow, accentuating her fair complexion, her lipstick is a very dark, nearly black shade of red.

“They said she moved out of town” Ellen says to Amy. A thin blonde girl in running short and a yellow t-shirt approaches the three of you. “Looking for anything in particular? We’ve got lots of stuff here“ “Nope” Amy replies, shaking her head. “Well if I can help, just call for me, I’m Lisa. Or you can ask Eva” The thin blonde says as she nod her head towards the pale brunette who’s captured the attention of Amy and Ellen.

“You should go talk to her” Amy whispers.

Eva is defiantly looks emo to you. Around her neck she’s wearing a black ribbon with a cameo at its center. Her black dress is knee length, and belted with a narrow belt and under her dress she’s wearing a sheer, short sleeve dark purple shirt. The straps of the dress are about an inch wide or so, and through the thin material of the shirt you notice that her shoulders look like alabaster. Nylon stockings matching the same shade of purple cover her legs, and on her feet she wear flats with a small strap and buckle over the top of her small feet And as a last accent, brass bracelets are worn at each wrist.

“Who is she?” You ask looking first at Ellen and then to Amy and back.

Who is this girl, and what does Ellen do?

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