These polls can't reallybe worth much. They have no idea who they're talking to." I turned upthe volume on the TV and turned to channel 2. The news wa... just comingon so I watched it while wondering just what they were going to do withthe results that I punched in from a fictitious white female who was anIndependent, in her mid twenties, Married and with three kids.They droned on about the debate, world and national news and then cameto the local news. Part way into it they mentioned the poll. If youcan't turn yourself around by the time Anne gives birth, you will haveto move out."Anne nodded and I could see the tears in her eyes. I tried to think ofsomething to say but I had made promises before. What good would anotherone do? Anne leaned forward. I could see the 'older sister" look onher face."Mike, Alan and I can deal with a lot. We will do what we can to helpyou but all you ever say is that nothing is wrong. Please, now is thetime, please tell us what is making you so. Every red-blooded male on the beach wanted an autograph. Or at least, Hal thought, to pretend to get an autograph while staring at the big bare boobs on the DJs.Hal was sitting cuddling with Samantha, who was still wearing the amulet, and thus a man. The next game, the tricycle race, wasn't going to start for a few minutes, and Hal needed some time off his feet. Besides, spending time with Samantha while he was in this body was all right - especially since she was in a male body. Hal sat up. She almost shouted in frustration.The sounds had died down from the blond’s bunk. Amy gave up trying to achieve her own satisfaction. Her nerves were on edge. She couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where was she? Was she in a cell like hers? Was she ok? Why did Margaret think that joining the demonstration would be fun? Why did Amy joyously join in? Fuck! Fuck! She was truly fucked. Would anyone believe her explanation? More to the point, was there anyone in this prison that could.