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Training Day at the Bank By Frank Festbinder The female clerks of First Washington Bank looked uniform in their powder blue, short-sleeved button-down shirts, khaki skirts ending just above the knee, clear nylons and black pumps. They were girls between the ages of 18-26, blonde or red-haired except for a couple of creamy Asians and one lone Yolanda. The other girls’ names were vanilla, lots of Beckys and Lisas stamped on brass nametags pinned over a perky breast. A dozen in all sat waiting in a circle of folding chairs, their slender legs crossed, giggling and gossiping before this training session began. Breaking the monotony was the bank’s manager, 35-year-old Allison Jenkins. Rank allowed Allison the privilege of choosing her own outfit of white blouse, black blazer, grey pencil skirt, blacky nylons and red, strappy heels. She had pulled her copper hair into a tight ponytail, with only a couple of stray red strands framing her fair face, blue eyes looking out at the