I watched as she complied with my request."Please turn," I said, "yes thank you, you can sit now. You're quiet pretty, can you confirm your vitals ple...se. I looked down and examined her tidy writing."I'm five foot five, with dark hair and black eyes," she recited, I looked up to confirm her eye colour. "My figure is thirty six, twenty three, thirty five." Thank you, Donna, very nice," I said, "now tell me what you want to do." Well I know I'm too well built for the catwalk," she smiled at me,. I'm just a little nervousabout this Dinner, you know?" Don't worry about a thing, Miss Sweete! You have a crack team ofprofessionals who are taking care of EVERYTHING, remember? I'm prettysure Miss Jaye's more worried than you about this..."Monica chirped in, "ACTUALLY, I'm already past my biggest worrypoint...not to mention, I'm feeling pretty good right now, what withthe shortness of breath from my corset, and the sedative you gave melast night..." ...As long as you're not all drunk, or. "She is such a silly little thing! She does so love to go looking for crocus. Crocuses are the things that she loves most about winter; something about those delicate ivory and purple blossoms that she just adores. I wonder ... I know what it is. It is the hope of spring."He smiled and stood up. Allowing his arms to rise above his head, he arched his back and stretched. It was morning, a morning like all the other mornings he had shared with Christine and Gustave. But something niggled away at. We were all just about alike!In their eyes, at least.Some of them really were little angels, of course. But those of us who'd rather be playing ball and climbing trees found each other soon enough. One of them -- a girl from a school across town -- told me that I was a born cheerleader."Fuck that," I said, but thought about it for a second. "Really? Me, a cheerleader?" Damn right," she said, handing me her cigarette as we talked in the privacy of the delivery bay of the arena that was hosting.