” Ronnie Thomas, Grainger’s older brother, pointed. “Right there in line at the pistol shooting booth.”I saw her standing there. She looked pe...fect. She was still everything I wanted and hated. I remember the first time I saw her, walking from the school bus and the wind pushed her skirt up tight against her ass. Her perfect little heart-shaped ass. She dated that little ninth grade faggot until I wrecked him in gym class. Then, the next year, when she was in ninth grade, I caught her in the. “Yeah.”“She’s probably right.”“It’s amazing,” Joe said.“I’ll miss it,” he agreed. “But I got a buyer.”“Really?” said Moe ambiguously.Her father must have caught her ambivalence. “We’ll set you up,” he said.“Actually I might have a place,” Moe realized. “A loft in the Bowery shared by some artists. A friend’s moving.”Nigella. Moe and Joe shared a smile.“Is it safe?” he asked.“Yeah. It’s still got bums, but a lot of artists, too. Better than the East Village.”“Okay. So yeah. It turns out the lady. Then disaster had struck and the car crash left Kathy and me penniless with the exception of the house. Kathy had to find a job to support herself, and me through the last months of my high school education. She never uttered a word of complaint and was the epitome of kindness towards me. We often sat and discussed my future and she kept being upbeat about it, telling me we would find a way to get me through college. Then the letter came. A small out of state college was offering me a football. Somehow, there had arisen a situation that allowed Cassandran women to spend time on Chaos. While Chaosian men and Cassandran women appeared to not be interfertile, Earth men and Cassandran women were. But, how to get the two together?It had become a lottery of sorts. Cassandran women who passed a series of qualification tests were taken to Chaos and allowed to wander around freely. Given that they were invariably beautiful and didn’t have the skills and attitudes needed to get along in a.