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"Yesssss sir! Sorry Mr. Aver. She's so fine. I jest forgot." "Shondra, are you so fine?" Aver demanded as his vegetation muttered ut-oh's. "I am." She poised with her chin suddenly up proud. "If you're so fine, why are you giving it away? Act fine," to a chorus of whooooa ho's. A one to one session between Aver and Shondra took place, later, in private. She was, after that, the perfect lady. Frank's line had been drawn around her. You did not cross his line. No one would cross that line. He took her into his mind, showing her, her future, what a real future was. She never looked there before. A new continent to discover. The future. He told her that she had beauty, she did, and intelligence, she did, and that she would rise above the crowd if she did not lose her inner self to the pool. That is what so many had done. Her language came to include words from this new place, future tense, "Lyle, you fool, you're going nowhere. I'm going to be a congresswoman! A lady. So watch your tongue!" she warned of his taunts. Poor Lyle, he just wanted her attention. His macho antics used to work. What happened? Shondra was maturing ahead of him and he couldn't catch up. While he was pretending to be a man she was becoming a woman and could tell the real article. Frank's real job was to keep those kids who showed strong inner quality and promise out of the pool, to build an army. Shondra was to become a general in that army. She enlisted. You could tell where Frank planted his crop. Future tense gave it away. Lyle would have his work cut out for him, landing his angel, but first he needed hormones. Permanently assigned to the facility was one uniformed police officer, Gerry Penchant. His radio occasionally summoned ambulances for injured swimmers. The only real law, however, was Frank. This was no mystery to Gerry who preferred it that