“A body like yours should never be covered!”

Tami quickly showered and combed her hair.  When she came back into the wing lounge, she was in for a surprise.  The girls had set up a salon.  There was the big round wicker chair, meant to be reclined in.  Behind it Dawn stood with a collection of combs and highlighting gels.  To one side Mayree sat with her nail files and polishes.  Little cushions -- Tami recognized them as Mayree’s -- were set on each arm of the chair for her hands.  In front, two of the lounge footrests were placed side by side for her feet.  Around this arrangement sat Terri and Marisol, ready to assist.  Tami smiled.  This was going to be good!

Dawn smiled and motioned for Tami to sit.  “Come on, princess! . . . What color highlights?”

Tami sat down, indeed feeling like a princess.  She was also feeling daring.  “Green!”

“And your nails?” Mayree said.  “I suggest kente colors for the Black Formal.  Orange, red, black and green.”

“Do it!” Tami squealed.  And the girls went to work.  This was exquisite.  Tami had never had herself made up before.  For a few minutes nobody spoke.  Dawn and Mayree had organized their troops.  Terri handed the combs and highlight cream to Dawn like a caddy handing clubs to a pro golfer.  Further down, Marisol started filing the nails of Tami’s left hand while Mayree started on the nails of Tami’s right foot.

“Tami, you have perfect feet,” Mayree said, pausing to hold Tami’s foot with the appraising air of an experienced professional, slowly turning the foot this way and that.  “Look at this.  Her big toe is perfectly in line with the side of her foot.  The other toes are nice and straight.  Her nails are wide and clear, even on the little toe.”  Tami blushed at such close inspection.

“Her whole body’s perfect,” Dawn said, teasing Tami’s hair.  “We hate you!” she said with a smile.  “We hate you!”

The other girls good-naturedly agreed.

The girls continued their work.  After a while Mayree said, “Actually it’s Wandabitch we hate.”  The other girls nodded, thinking of their very unpopular R.A.

Dawn said, “If Wanda went around naked and had your body, Tam, she’d be insufferable about it.  She’d always be advertising to everyone know how perfect her body was.”

Mayree got up.  “This is Wandabitch walking around naked.”  She minced there and back, swiveling her hips, batting her eyes.  Then she leaned against the doorway, looking down at her body with a conceited look and then up at the girls with a self-satisfied smile.  Then she lifted one of her breasts under her sweatshirt.  “Bet you wish you had one of these,” she said in a husky voice.

This was too much.  The other girls burst out laughing, including Tami.

The laughter quickly shut down into suppressed giggling as, lo and behold, Wanda herself walked in.