“Um.” The voice sounded angry now. “My name is Suzy. And I don’t know how you talk to other women where you are from, but this is NOT a play date. I’m here to get her for team practice; maybe the tennis skirt I’m wearing isn’t obvious enough.”
“I see Suzy. Well come on in, where are you from exactly?”
“Ohio, why?”
“Well you look Japanese.”
“Whatever, where’s Liz?”
“Just back here, mind the baby, she needs a clean diaper.”
Trish could hear the voices getting closer; she closed her eyes again when she saw something move out of the corner of her eye.
“Yeah, it smells like shit in here. I don’t think I’ll be able to study.” Then she saw Trish, “Huh! That’s the baby? Geez! Shouldn’t she be in a home or something? And why are her tits hanging out like that? I didn’t think we had retards on the campus.”