“What, all of them?” “The music, dummy!” She grinned and returned to her job —serving drinks and deflecting the attentions of college boys....A college junior herself she had no time for their retarded come-ons. Or for the posturing of rock-star wannabees. These Rejects were a pretty tight outfit, though, and the lead guitarist definitely drew a second glance. He wasn’t conventionally handsome—features a little too angular. It was more the way he leaned into those riffs, the effortless flight. How deeply impressed I was by her legerdemain... Like her face, her writing didn’t convey much feeling. Until the last entry. It was the only part where she’d shown emotion.The last entry was written the night before her execution. In it, she pondered who she could have been if she’d not been born poor. If she’d been her boss’s daughter. If she’d been related to a high-ranking member of the Party. If she’d been born in a rich country like Japan or in Europe or a person in a bootlegged movie. It would follow, and that would set me up for the next one.I pulled him down for a kiss. His chest hair scratched my nipples. My buds were super tight and sensitive, and every touch sent an electric jolt through me. I think I closed my eyes and gave one silent scream after another.Eventually he bathed my insides with his come. We drifted down in each other's arms, breathing hard, our hearts racing. Our skin was slick with sweat and our hair was plastered across our faces. Every bit of yearning. He started giving me light, wet kisses on my neckline then making a trail up to my ear lobe biting down gently. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared and excited at the same time. I didn’t know if I should start screaming or just give in to the passions he was stirring inside me. I know I said I wasn’t horny earlier, but boy was I now. “ Who are you, what are you doing?” I whispered. I received no response to my question, but only felt his hands glide down my arms giving me Goosebumps all.