Ally stood there shaking, crying, still naked. She put her pack down on the narrow cot. The cell had a window high up. The walls were concrete, the do...r was like a cage door. All the cells were on one side of the corridor so she faced no one. The cot had a ragged yet freshly washed blanket on it. The toilet was a hole in the ground. A hose was attached to a tap on the wall. That was the only way to wash or bathe.Ally composed herself and opened the pack. There was a prison uniform, grey cotton. Jenny and Rob showered first. After Kelly and I finished in the shower, the two girls shared the mirror to do their hair. Rob told me we could wear jeans and it wasn’t necessary to dress up.I called my parents room. Donna answered and got Mom for me. I told her our plan and made sure it was okay to use Vince’s Suburban. She said they planned to go to the pool and hang around the hotel.Rob turned on the television. We sat on the beds while we waited for Kelly and Jenny to finish getting ready.. .. let’s see, 18 kids—except the first week. That’s maybe a little over half, right? Around 280? Yeah. I don’t think many seniors participated—maybe three? four? Tom, Dennis, um, Tony, and Elliott. Oh, Melanie. That’s it, right?“So that would mean that virtually everyone at graduation would be those who never got picked for it! Isn’t that totally weird? Every other senior we spoke to wasn’t doing it or dropped out, like those girls who were over 18. So if they allowed every senior to attend. Lastly, he gathered together the memories she had manufactured of him as an angel, as a beacon, and he replaced them. He inserted himself as Stacy saw him. He was a young man, fallible, earnest, loving and sometimes juvenile, but ultimately caring and careful. From Zoe, he took her trust for him, her certainty that he would never hurt her or allow her to come to harm. Then he urged her to sleep, forcing her eyes closed, forcing her deep.When he was done, he turned to his lovers, his mental hand.