She was right. And anyway, she was such a perky little button, it wasn't possible to get mad at her. I dropped my book bag and started to peel off my ... shirt."Yah dah dah, dah da da daaah. Yah dah dah, da da da dahh," the cheerleaders trumpeted, the old tune from that movie "The Stripper." They danced and waved their pompoms in time to the music.So, I wiggled, and squirmed like I thought maybe a stripper would wiggle and squirm, peeling the shirt off and whirling it over my head while Peggy. The other bedroom in the suite was occupied by Mike Pierce and Ron Stevens. They shared a common bathroom and study room. Ron had spent two years out of high school on a mission for his church and a third working in the family business before coming to college. The other two were also military veterans, Jon had been a cook on an aircraft carrier, Mike was an artilleryman. Both had served in the Gulf.The second week after school started Cameron called Leia. After exchanging news he asked her for. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective. "Diet soda, diet sodas," murmured Ebony. "You wouldn't think she'd need this much stuff in here. I mean, we do have a cafeteria here on the Island." Ebony's gaze turned to the side of the door she'd just opened, and her mouth fell open. Neatly stacked on the side racks were a number of diet sodas; but it wasn't those that caused Ebony to gape in surprise. Next to the cans of soda was a small plastic container. It was unmistakably the same type that most d**gstores used when they gave a.