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there?” Foster pointed towards a small reflecting pool near to their barracks. “That's the wishing well, I want to see how comfortable those shoes are. When I say go you're going to run against…”
    “Richmond,” Helen offered.
    “Richmond. There and back,” Foster looked towards the two women expectantly.
    Adrienne turned to look at Helen and raised an eyebrow towards her.
    “Ready…Steady…Go!” Foster yelled.
    Despite not knowing the two women racing, the women standing in line quickly picked sides and yelled supportively as they sprinted towards the pool. Thanks to her longer legs, and in spite of her ridiculous footwear, Adrienne had gained an advantage on Helen who skidded on the loose gravel. The tall redhead reached the pool first bending down quickly to tag the concrete surround before turning and tearing back towards Foster. As she reached the officer with a panting Helen shortly behind her, Adrienne slowed to a halt.
    “Wellesley College track team,” Adrienne smirked when she noticed Foster's raised brows.
    Foster laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, you can wear them for tonight. Tomorrow when you're in Sweetwater, get something more suitable. Fall in.”
    The two women walked back to their places slightly out of breath. Adrienne waited until Foster was out of earshot before turning to smile at Helen.
    “Thanks.”
    “No idea what you're talking about.”
    Adrienne shook her head giving Helen a knowing smile, “You threw that race and you know it Richmond, so thank you.”
    She turned to face the front as they set off at a quick march pace.
    ***
    Several hours later after being immunized against small pox, tetanus, and typhoid, given a dental identification survey and a visual acuity test, they were sitting crossed-legged on the floor of a classroom together, while being lectured on personal hygiene. 
    “You have got to be kidding me,” Helen whispered, leaning forward to put her head between Lily and Adrienne’s heads as she rubbed her still sore arm from the earlier injection. “They're seriously telling us about washing our bits and bobs!”
    Lily tilted her head and never taking her eyes off the front of the room murmured a response, “I know! I mean I, for one, have never had a problem washing my bobs.”
    Helen laughed turning it into a cough as one of the medical officers glared their way. She sat back and schooled her face into an interested expression; soon however, she found her attention wandering and drawn to the captivating woman in front of her.
     Lily seemed to be growing in confidence as the day wore on. Her dark hair was pinned in a more relaxed style than the day of her interview; long lashes framed the dark brown eyes that held Helen captive anytime they were directed at her. Full lips that seemed to give Lily an almost continual sensual pout were currently pursed in concentration as she gave her attention to the speaker at the front of the room. Her long slender fingers absently beat a tattoo against her shin as she listened intently. As the speaker changed, Helen realized she had not heard a word spoken and reluctantly she returned her attention to the officers, however despite her best intentions her eyes continued to observe Lily.
    Thirty minutes later, they were shuffling into the mess hall lining up with their metal mess trays waiting for lunch to be slopped onto their tray.
    “Excuse me, what kind of meat is this?” Lucy asked the woman dishing out the food.
    “Cooked. Now move on fly girl,” came the curt reply.
    Lucy looked down at the undistinguishable meat and screwed her face up moving on to receive her portion of potatoes. She slipped onto the bench beside her other bunkmates. “Do you have any idea what kind of meat this is?” she asked as she slid her tray onto the table.
    Adrienne poked around the food with her fork. “The cadets that wash out?” she replied drolly. “What the hell are these?” she asked poking around at the white substance on