“How was your night?” she asked coyly.I took a sip of orange juice and fixed her with a crooked grin. “In the much anticipated rematch, I manage... to kiss Lana unconscious, leaving us tied at one knock-out each. The next bout is for the title. We’re planning to sell it on pay-per-view. Would you prefer to attend or tune in live from the comfort of your living-room?”“Nice,” she chuckled and took a cup of coffee from Lana who was zipping back and forth, trying to be as useful as she could, still. The different lakes they had been driven into. They wouldn’t be found. He could even give them the registration slips, carefully sealed in plastic and placed in files. He could tell them the names of the girls they had found. He could tell them the names of the ones that were still sitting in deserted farmhouses, rotting. He felt such power. How could this power, the power to take life, to hold it in your hands and decide whether to crush it or to let it flourish, be wrong? How many times had. “I should be as fertile as a turtle tomorrow or the next day.”“You’re kidding,” said Chance, coming up from behind.“I am not kidding,” said his aunt. “Why do you think we were trying to avoid ... you know,” she said.“Mom?” asked Chance.“Hmmm?” said his mother. She had been figuring in her head.“When was your last period Mom?” asked her son.“I probably ovulated yesterday or the day before,” she said.“You’re kidding!” he said again.His mother turned around, her naked body glowing in the fading. I knew that would be the icing on the cake for her if she ever discovered the context, so I just locked it away until today. Finally, something good happened.The bitch is gone. Apparently someone reported to the coaches about our constant bickering and potential chance of physically harming one another. So, they switched her and another camper this morning. Amber is gone and someone new will be coming soon. I prayed it would be Wendi, but I thought that's not going to happen because of Carrie..