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As I finished sorting all my clothes into the dresser, Marilyn started unpacking her footlocker. "What plans do you have for the summer, Stace?" Stacie was my real name. Only Marilyn and I called each other by our actual names. Everyone else was named after their city, well, except for Newport. We talked about him often enough; we just used his city as a kind of code name. "Plans? None really. Just get the job done." She looked at me like I was stupid. "Aw, come on. No plans at all?" "Like what?" She stuffed panties into the second drawer, arranging them by color, I think. By color? I had to make a note to ask about that one. She smiled a toothy smile, an embarrassed smile. "You know, plans…ah, goals for the summer. What to…uh, get accomplished while we're here." She continued hauling stuff out of her trunk.
I sat on my bunk. "I don't get you." "Well, I've got plans, big plans." She grabbed a roll of magazines out of her trunk. "I'm gonna…" Ka-thunk! Out of the magazine rool, something shiny fell to the floor. I followed it along the floor; it rolled and stopped against my foot - a vibrator. My eyebrows shot up. My eyes flicked to Marilyn's face. She looked at me with wide eyes. I looked down at it and back to her. She laughed and picked it up.