Billy had told her about how Heda had been watching this young woman, and she was now all on board with his plans. It helped that the two girls were already spending time together. Heda had come over a couple of times after practice to either Madison's dorm or to the station. Madison chattered about music, Heda talked of literature, and the two of them met in the middle on a number of other subjects.

"I look like I always look," Madison grumbled. She had a very small variety of clothing options, seeing as she couldn't see color and hated shopping. She was wearing black tights under a modest sheath dress. The dress was green, or so Sasha had told her . . . not that it much mattered. All her dresses looked pretty much the same, and she always wore tights underneath her clothes, except when she was working out.

“Damn it, why did I agree to this?"

"Because you like to dance, you want to make more friends, and you like the loud music," Billy said.

"I was being rhetorical!"

"You weren't doing it very well."

"Screw you turtle boy."

"Calm down children," Sasha interrupted, amused as always by their banter. There had been a time when she'd been insanely jealous of the obvious affection the two friends had for each other, but then she'd found out that Madison was a lesbian and was no threat to her relationship with Billy. They'd been best friends ever since.

"Madison, take off the dress."

“What?! No! Why?"

Sasha dove into her friend's closet and found a pink long-sleeved shirt and a presentable white corduroy skirt.

"Here, this will work."

"Billy's still here."

"He won't look, I promise."

"How do you know?"

“Because if I catch him scoping out other girls, he knows that I'1l gouge his eyes out. For his own good of course."

Madison smiled as heard Billy shift on the bed, then shot out some sound waves to verify that he had indeed turned away.

"And I thought you trusted me," he grumbled.

"I Love you and you are a wonderful human being," Sasha explained, “but you are still a male and therefor a pig."

"Your logic is flawed."

"Do you want sex Later? Or ever again?"

"Your logic is as sound as it always is."

"Thanks," she said, then realized that his statement could easily mean something else entirely. She smiled at him though he couldn't see it. She had long since realized that she could never verbally out spar him unless he let her. She then made a “harumph" noise and waited for Madison to remove the dress. Sasha then helped her friend into the pink shirt, tying it off in the middle rather than tucking it into the skirt.

“Okay Billy, what do you think?"

The big man turned back around and whistled.