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Webb had been turned on by ugly women his whole life. The uglier the better in fact.

He remembered running from the out of the circus tent when the bearded lady came in.

Not from fear but from the embarrassment of being aroused when he saw her.

He knew he would someday find the girl of his dreams, and she would disgust him into arousal like none ever had.

Hillary went back to her dorm room. Gertrude was kneeling next to her bed looking at something. “What are you doing Monishka?”

“I’ve found something over here under this loose floorboard Hillary. It appears to be a journal from a former resident of this dorm room. You know, the one that supposedly haunts the dorm.”

“You don’t mean Elly Rosefeldt?”

“The same. These are her innermost thoughts Hillary! We could know what a Wellesley legend’s day-to-day life was like.” Monishka/Gertrude exclaimed.

“I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you this Gertrude. I have been having late night discussions with Elly Rosefeldt from the day I arrived.“ Gertrude looked at Hillary trying to decide how to respond. “ Would this be the nights you have fish before bed? I know you are always say the weirdest things in your sleep, and I distinctly smell the odor of fish on your breath when you talk in your sleep. By the way, who is ‘Beelzebub’ anyway?”

”What? I don’t eat fish Monishka, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You know I’m a meat and potatoes kinda gal. Hey, you sound like you don’t believe that I talk to Elly or something. She IS real Gertrude. She tells me things. Secret things. She knows everything that happens on this campus.”

Hillary had come of age at Wellesley. She had bullied the administration into letting a student speak at the commencement exercises next year and she knew exactly who was going to give that first historic speech. General Janet had helped ‘persuade’ reluctant staffers and in return only wanted what any woman at Wellesley wanted anyway. Hillary popped a curiously strong mint in her mouth from a tin that Bill had brought her back from his short stay in England.

As she walked back to her room from the administration wing, she couldn’t help but think of that Rube from Arkansas. Although she wasn’t attracted to him, of course, she knew that her ‘Unholy Father,’ as he called himself, had decreed that they form a partnership. Her Familiar friend Elly Rosefeldt had also been insisting that she enter into a union with Bill. When she dreamed lately, her thoughts always turned to Bill standing over her in a hospital room speaking Russian. It was all so strange. On top of that, she always had a headache, even when she slipped the aluminum foil beanie on under her hat.

She let her favorite sexy pantsuit drop to the floor, pulled on her nightdress, and crawled into bed. As she drifted into a state of semi-consciousness, the voices returned stronger than they’d ever been. ”You must go to Little Rock next week Hillary. You need to go, Da, er, yes you want to go…”

Hillary sat up in bed wearily and slurred “Okay already! You sonsabeee….”and fell back into her pillow asleep. The next morning, for some inexplicable reason, Hillary started making plans to travel to Arkansas. This surprised her because she hated everyone in fly-over country. But the need was so compelling she couldn’t resist.