A soft noise drew the girls attention to the door. A note had been slipped underneath, folded just once. Gina picked it up and read it out loud to Julie.
"You must be in the attic wearing nothing but your ceremonial robe at 9:30pm. Your hair must be worn away from face in ponytail style. Wear no make up, perfume or jewelry. Do not be late."
Julie drew a deep breath. "I was wondering if we were supposed to be naked under the robe."
"Well," Gina replied, "I'm not going naked. How will they know? It's no ones business what I'm wearing underneath."
With eyebrows raised Julie whispered to Gina. "I would do just as the note says. You don't want to mess this up."
Gina didn't respond. She simply took off the shirt and shorts she was wearing and slid the robe on over her bra and panties. There was no way anyone was going to see her pudgy body making lumps in the robe. Gina had always been a little heavy and self conscious of anyone seeing her naked. She rarely dated just from fear of a boy making fun of her once her clothes were off.
