Theteens chosen would have a special dance with just their dates.Not surprisingly, Emma's friends did extremely well in the balloting.Britt was chose... Freshman Princess, Angie was chosen Junior Princessand the Winter Ball Queen was their friend Lisa Martinez (the sophomoreprincess was a cheerleader the others didn't know well). A lot ofpeople didn't vote for Becca because she was Angie's little sister (theydidn't think it right for sisters to share the honors), and of course,some people still. ..It has been a ritual since I have been old enough to take care of myself for both my parents to join other friends of theirs at one or other of their houses for, what I can only call, a binge. It has also become a ritual that at around two am on a Sunday morning for both of them to stumble through the front door giggling like a couple of drunk teenagers. I gave up long ago trying to shame them into behaving like normal parents, whatever that means; how they ever get from the taxi that puts. I told myself that I would do anything that a man asked of me. It didn’t matter to me how degrading their demand would have been. I would have had sex with an army if that was what it took to keep a man. Nothing happened. No man materialized to make demands of me.“Every night for seven years I fell asleep crying. Unloved, unwanted, and ugly, I knew I faced a future alone. Let me tell you something, there is no future when you know that you’ll live it alone. Each day drags by. Every night is. He asks if I am gay or bi? Strange question I think but I answer bi. He smiles again. He tells me to follow him. We walk out to the parking lot around towards the street. We walk across the street to a van parked in a parking lot across from the arcade. He opens the side door and I get in. There is a 20 something women there, a late 40's early 50's woman there and the young man from the arcade. Looking at him in this light he looks late 20's.The older woman Marissa tells me they want me.