Soon the king came for us — for Alexander. I got a good beating when I finally came home, a week after my departure.Huh, I could not sit for another...week.The beautiful man led me to the camp of the Moonsisters. I noticed many soldiers looking at me, almost staring. When I stumbled someone grinned, showing a lecherous smile."I told you that many will take joy in your mishaps."I kept silent, afraid to stir anyone else to speak to me. I was afraid of their looks, not too few showed the same vision. We were close to the city of Atlanta, when my phone rang. I looked at Rodney and shrugged. "Hello," I said into the phone."Are you Miss Porter?" the voice said."I am," I replied."I'm Joan Pacer, the booking agent's road manager. Well one of them. I guess that makes me your boss for now," she said."I guess it does," I agreed, "So what you got for me." There is a 4PM press conference at the race track, are you going to be here in time?" she asked.Well Joan it's about 10AM and we are about on hour. " But what about school?" Personally, I don't care. But the rest of you probably do." You should, too. How about Friday night? That should give us all time to get ready."Chapter 60Adam Stone2 am, November 1st, 2006(5pm local time, Palestine)They said I needed to keep up my exercise. So I limped around the base. According to the base doctors, this was supposed to help my leg. All it was doing for me was fostering a greater respect for the inventor of painkillers.I walked by the spot Jacob had. My ears were already pierced with small black studs andif it wasn't for the slight stubble I had I might pass as androgynous.Susan saw my reaction and smiled."Hey, is it alright if we try something?" she asked.She rifled through her duffle bag of clothes she brought for the tripand pulled out a black maxi sundress covered in large pink flowers. Itlooked like it was made from a thin cotton and had narrow spaghettistraps. I felt myself blush again and felt a short wave of paranoia washover me..