[center][b]Gretchen[/b][/center]

Gretchen laughed a hearty bout of snickering and knee-slapping, and ran laps around the gym floor in light form, a ring of rainbow, she stopping just down the bleachers where two boys were around the top.

“Hey cutie,” a wink and a sifting of her hair with her fingers, running up to him, grabbing the apple from him, and stood right there in front of him. She bit into the fruit, leaving behind obvious red lipstick and a generous bite mark. 

“So how’s daddy, Luthor whose face is everywhere like the baby he is?”