Scotty don't need much attention and he can do physical work if it isn't too complicated. He'll be glad to earn his keep though. It's just too damned ...ad we can't have the Igloo fix his head. He was a damned good guy before," Carl said."How do we know we can't?" I asked."You mean you think it will fix people too?" I don't think it will but I don't really have any reason for that. I know that the spacemen sure as hell fixed me up. Do you have any cuts or blisters on your hands?" I asked him."No,. I needed him. Our lips touched andwarmth washed over me like a tidal wave. The fire raged.***I woke with a start and in pain. I could not make out whereI was. Was it my room? Was I alive? Yes, I was alive. Mythrobbing head and aching stomach was enough to confirmthat. I had not been drunk like that before, and I was sureI was not going to be drunk like that again if that is whatthe after effects were like.I brushed my hair out of my face, and tried to stand. Iquickly sat down on the edge of the. It was a posh hotel in Beverly Hills, California with an enormous pool, inside, and out. I always wore my long frizzy blonde hair back in a plait and wore as my uniform a long grey skirt and frumpy sweatshirt. One bright sunny day, Daddy came into the office in a navy blue suit looking all cheerful and dapper about something. ‘Clarie, honey, make more of an effort of your appearance. A great latin ballroom dancer is coming to teach ballroom dancing, isn’t this exciting?’ ‘Erm.. when is this?’ I. What was a surprise was when Sasha Lennon (No relation to the musician), the skanky dressing brunette beauty of the neighbourhood, got knocked up. Though she dressed like a gutter trash skank and 5 dollar whore (Though rumour had it that the just recently turned 18 year old was indeed a street walker in the seedier parts of town), the girl wasn't dumb. She always left boys hanging or at least gave them a bj to cool their sexual urges. But none in the neighbourhood could deny the raised voices.