" Ok," John said.As they started forward, the clipboard lady tried to stop John fromgoing. "Bebe! Not yet."John looked at the woman and shrugged. "Cha...ge of plans, I guess."Rose was holding his hand tightly and led him to the mark. She smiledand looked calm, but John could feel how clammy her hand was. She wasdefinitely stressed.They stopped at the mark and looked towards the photographers. "Whoare you wearing?" One of the reporters shouted.The question made no sense at all to John, but rose. "OK, I'll get right on it," came the response. That voice she DID recognize. It was Stan, and he was coming to the fire truck where she lay dreaming. She heard footsteps approaching the truck, then the sound of one of the doors on the side opening. Maybe he wouldn't come up there and find her. Part of her wished he would, while part of her wondered what might happen if he did.She lay perfectly still, not making a sound, listening as the unseen fire fighter worked just a few feet away at the. If that's the last and only time we have left to . . fuck, good old fashion Anglo-Saxon word, sure, if you haven't lost your cherry, Momma will show you the ropes for the last hour of our lives, and make you wish we could screw forever. . . . Know why?" Uh . . because your horny, too?" Yeah . . more importantly, because I love you and of course would want to have you happy in the last minutes of your life, just as I have wanted you to be happy from the very first moments of your life, and. I replied that I was but would never want it to get in the way of our friendship, to which she replied that my friend is not allowed to be with a man due to their religious views, and that she is trying to protect her sister from straying from the families religion. At that point I decided that this was a queue for me to politely exit before getting into trouble with the straight edge sister, as I was grabbing my coat the sister stood up and walked over to me and pushed me on the leather.