" Well, that's good." Warren took out his cel phone. "Hi, Chris? It's Warren. We just heard." He talked to her for a while, then hung up. "She's absol...tely inconsolable," he told Sophie. "Completely devastated. One good thing--her boyfriend wasn't on duty. He got called down there, of course, but it was pretty much over by then." Warren took a breath. "Apparently, her brother got four terrified young skaters out of the building--but the smoke overtook him before he could get out." Wow." Wow is. ’ She nodded. Saying: ‘I would like to get to know her better.’ I continued: ‘I suspect that winning isn’t that important to you either. Yes it is nice but it isn’t really that important is it?’ She responded: ‘Actually no it isn’t. But it was very important to Doreen to be a finalist.’ We talked about Doreen for a while. I arrived at her dorm and parked the car so we could continue the discussion. We ended up exploring the relationship of ego to the true self. It was quarter to twelve when she. One of these two hansom black guys said what he was going to do, and his idea was to take me to one of the big porn arcades wearing nothing but my short coat and and have me proposition any of the black customers that were perusing the videos in the interracial section …. I would then have to invite him into one of the buddy booths and would be instructed to leave the door wide open during my sexual encounter with each of the black strangers I accosted so that any or all that passed by could. "I was twelve I think. Might have been eleven but I think twelve. I had an itch down there and scratched it. Scratching gave me a sensation very pleasurable. I did it a few times before it happened. When it did, I felt my body spasm. It was an amazing feeling. I wasn't exactly sure, but I felt like it might be what the older girls all snickered about. Anyway I started to read and listen to what they said.It was during a summer. I remember we were out of school, or maybe it was the last few.