donnylaja heroine, Southern Indiana edition

          There are eight girls up there, swinging their pom-poms.  The naked girl is second from the right.  They’re pretty well practiced, all moving in sync, the hard clap of saddle shoes hitting the floor all at once in rhythm, though I can detect the thud of bare soles too.  They twirl, their short skirts flying outward like little pinwheels, and she’s spinning and jumping right along with her clothed teammates, even though she has no skirt to twirl.  Her breasts are about the size of oranges and bounce up and down, I suppose the other girls’ breasts are bouncing too, though a lot less, constricted by their bras, and the cute little red and white blouses with the Puma head on them.  The naked girl has no Puma head on her, of course, just her nudity.  Only the red-and-white pom-poms identify her as one of the cheerleaders.  It’s at this point that I realize this girl is gorgeous.  A beautiful face, a little dark-skinned.  Possibly South Asian.  Also she has a perfect body.  No tan lines -- she looks like she’s been naked her whole life.  A stranger to clothes.  I notice something else -- her fingernails and toenails are unpainted and closely cut.  Not like her friends’ -- I can’t see their toenails of course, but their fingernails are fashionably long and brightly painted, red, blue, orange, white.  Also her hair, which is black and straight, shoulder length, is unstyled.  The lack of nail polish, the lack of hair style, makes her look even more naked.  Or maybe the right word is “untouched”.