Junior captains, we would be captains next year. We were best friends with the seniors, role models for the underclassmen. We had taken our SATs and S...T II's, and were sailing through. Our grades were in perfect condition, our extra curriculars making us loved by teachers and organizations alike. We were all rich, lived in beautiful houses, and had parents who were amazing, understanding, and loved us. The perfect group of people. There were roughly ten of us who were on top, me, Rachel, and. Suddenly, realizing it would be dark soon, and there were no lights on the road leading back to town, I knew this amazing afternoon would have to end. I would have to ride my bicycle back to the shop before it got dark, and go to the dock to catch the boat that would shuttle me and the other sailors to the ship. We would be leaving Rhodes later that evening with the repairs made. “It’s getting late. I have to go.” I leaned on my elbow and looked at Annika’s radiant olive skin glowing in the. He finished dressing in the lobby and we went to find Flowing Mane. It was not yet time for our meeting, but the deaths should be reported urgently.We found his room. I’d never met Flowing Mane before; when traveling to Passion Mill I’d always stayed at the near-by Cow and Crown. My dealings were with others in the community. Presumably, though, one of the two men in his bed was Flowing Mane. They were jacking each other, fully engaged with themselves. I waited and watched.Both men were joyous. I guess that maybe I should'vementioned to them that I was a boy but I thought they already knew andbesides, I sure as heck didn't feel much like a boy.The job was wonderful, I as having fun, it seemed so easy, everyonesaid I was doing so well, I was making a lot of money and I had acloset full of pretty outfits, not to mention my room had been redonewith light pink walls, a white rug, French Colonial furniture that mademe feel like I was a princess, and a vanity with a makeup kit myfriends.