Are you milking?” the woman stopped and studied Tina breathlessly.“Yes,” Tina said suspiciously.“Oh my god,” she gushed suddenly with a big ...mile. “Then you’ve got to come with me,” the woman said in a gusty voice.“Like hell,” Tina said sarcastically.“How would you like to make a thousand dollars?”“Not the way you want it.”“Five thousand?”“No,” Tina said uncertainly.“Ten thousand for one night’s work. That’s as high as I can go.”“What the fuck? What do I have to do?” Tina asked. She took a seat. Another man came up to our group, and his voice cut through the buzz around me."Mr. Sean Porter, I presume?"We all turned to look at the newcomer. He was about thirty years old, slim and clean-cut, balding a little, but looking pretty fit. He looked like a soccer player to me."Yes, sir," I replied. The other scouts backed off just a little, apparently recognizing him.He stuck out his hand and smiled. "I just thought I'd stop by and introduce myself," he said. He glanced around, nodding to a. Catherine entered the house and saw me standing there."What's with the pouty look, Sophie? Are you upset that you couldn'tspent some more time with the boys parading yourself around like a littleslut?" she mockedI was getting madder and madder and couldn't think straight."Does my baby want to have a little cry and let it all out?" she asked ina condescending voice.To my shame I started crying and telling her that I hated her.Catherine just laughed at me. "Really Sophie, you sound just like. .. how do we get her back?”“Good question,” Jacob acknowledged. “Lemme ask: Machine, how do we get Talina back?”Silence.“Maybe its growing a circuit to accomplish that,” Jacob mused, walking around and staring at the various surfaces. “Who knows how long it took to grow the circuit to send her away, once it realized what she wanted?”“What we want,” Terisa corrected her step-dad, “is to Bring Mom Back Here!” She got up to stomp over and slam her hands down on the cool metal surface. “Work on.