"Sarah, don't you ever get tired of that book?"Sarah's mother had entered the room and saw the book her daughter hadpicked out."I love this story momm..., and it will be different because Aunt Brenda isreading it to me." I don't mind, really," Brenda said.Brenda started reading the story and thought back to when her mother haddone the very same thing. She too had loved this story and the closenessbetween her mother and herself when she read it. Some things never changeshe thought, a big girl. Boring."But it was Friday....just one more day and he could have all weekend todress up in his pretty girly frocks.And Friday meant 20th Century American History.....and that meant sittingnext to Jonas in class. Travis was getting excited now. Not long andhe'd be next to Jonas, listening to him talk, drinking in hisintoxicating sweaty dirty boy stink. Stealing a glance of his arms, hischest, the cute little hairs on the back of his neck. It was a wonderTravis was able to pay attention enough. My assets, cultivated at home by a soul-less Daddy, consisted mainly of three bodily orifices – and a pretty face. While I had grown to enjoy men giving me money to diddle with those openings, K.C. was not the place to get rich.After moving from table to table for only five minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. A well dressed man asked me if I would be so kind as to follow him into his office. Oh shit, I thought, I've barely hit town and already I'm being thrown out. Well, I thought, there are. “One of the reasons they are able to keep our pod close is we’re all focused around our performers. Jacob and Cindy, obviously, but also Brittany and Desi. You know that Britt will have to volunteer before her eighteenth birthday in order to be with J, Cindy, Beca, and Desi.”“They made offers for us, though,” Britt said. “We don’t have to actually start service and agree to volunteer until we’ve taken our tests and verified the aptitude they want. In fact, Cindy and I are both taking the PNSAT.