Most of them were around my age; some blondes, some brunettes, some redheads; some black girls, some white girl, some asians; tall and short; on and o..., dozens of them. They must have been carted here on several different vans. Some were crying. I think a few were kidnapped rather than sold, like me. I was too paralyzed and nervous to cry. The black girl next to me looked horny and excited.We stood there for hours, afraid to budge. Eventually, the men came back. They both had dark hair. One was. But before I could look my fill, he drew me closer, untying my dressing gown and pushing it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I shivered as he reached for the bottom edge of my T-shirt, his fingers skimming my bare skin as he pulled it up and over my head,. Then he steered me into the cubicle, closed the screen door behind us, turned on the shower and swept me into his arms. For a while, neither of us moved, revelling in the feel of warm skin pressed against warm skin, the water. "Bert was baited. "I can too know things for myself", he argued. "I can know things just because I know them. And anyway, I always know more things than you." You didn't know about the Apple until I told you", she challenged."That's not knowledge", Bert replied sniffily. "That's fantasy. Anybody can make things up. Apple of Knowledge, eh? What about the Banana of Confidence? Or the Pomegranate of The Biggest Secrets That Ever Ever Were? See. It's not difficult." You're pathetic", Kylie judged. I had expected one or the other to let me know she was more interested, but nothing. I said later that I would be in the pool the next morning and said goodnight.The next morning, I was back in the pool sipping a margarita when one of the ladies showed up, Laurie. We talked about canoeing in the Boundary Waters Recreation area. I had heard of the area because it is a restricted area for planes. Why in the hell did they make a canoeing area off limits to planes? What, a little Cessna is going to.