Eventually the expected night came, and at one of the resort's reserved beaches several dozen teens in their sixteens and seventeens could be seen in plain shirts, tank tops, shorts, beach pants, sarongs and more.
Seated at the bar, where only fruit drinks were served, Cecil proudly shook her long bob cut, enjoying the looks she was getting from Polaris students and some of the boys in their class who had never seen her look like this.
However, she only got that glance after they were done admiring the charming sixteen-year-old Isolde, who, due to her constant gym attendance, natural beauty, and the extra work done to her pretty golden-white hair and light touch of make-up on her already enchanting face, drew attention wherever she moved. She had that killer look.
No one, not even females, could glance past her without pausing to take a second look. The only deterrent was her strength, so no one dared go drink with her or even propose she played a game with them.
