Alan movedme around the room, put me into awkward positions, chastised me forbeing too rigid, and ridiculed me for being so loose. He made me holdpose... for what seemed an eternity as he captured my sissy curves fromevery angle, or adjusted the lighting to be just right. The whole time,he kept reminding me to keep my eyes wide and innocent, even as therest of me screamed the news of my sexual awakening.Modelling was far more work than I ever guessed, only increasing myalready immense respect for. "I've been thinking, Pru. I do need to do something to bring Zahlman back to reality. These guys he hangs out with aren't fools. They've got an agenda. I don't know what it is, mind you, but it sure doesn't include me — it doesn't include women at all. And if it doesn't include me, I don't like it." You've been worrying about this for a while, haven't you?" Pru, I read history. I know how Islam behaved in the old days, and how they treated their women. I don't want that. Enough is enough.". When Aunt Buzz put milk on the table for Kay and me she put an ice-cold quart bottle in front of each of us. I drank it all, ate three sandwiches, some potato salad and a big peach. Buzz gave us a box to give to Uncle Walt and sent us on down the road. It suddenly hit me as we drove that Kay might not be old enough to have a license. In California I got a learner’s permit at fifteen and a half and a real license at sixteen. I asked, ‘Kay, do you have a license?’ ‘For what?’ ‘Driving?’ ‘No.. She opened the envelope and pulled out a card:The White Room Presents:THE ANIMAL WITHINAn exhibit exploring the relationship between man and beast.You are invited to attend the opening of this exciting collection of new art 9:00pm Friday the 18th.There was an address on the back picked out in gold. Kristen was puzzled she had never heard of this 'White Room', but there was every chance that this was one of Jennifer's pet projects, Kristen rarely paid full attention when she was talking with.