“And you never appreciate it, either,” Lisa said, still quietly ranting. “All you do is complain about your precious missed opportunities to exp...rience new sensations.”Everything went black for a second, then Tanya found herself in Lisa and Mac’s house. Mac was gone, probably working on some project. Lisa led her into the bedroom.“Lie down,” Lisa said, “It’ll be easier just to show you.”Tanya and Lisa lay down on the bed and appeared to go to sleep. Lisa didn’t need to, but she didn’t. “Can’t you be satisfied just doing me. I will do whatever you and Desmond want of me. Just please leave my daughter out of it,” Beth beggingly continued.“It’s like this, if you want us to keep satisfying you, you will let us have the use of your sexy little bitch daughter’s fabulous young body. The little whore took us before, she can do it again; but it is up to you,” Otis told Beth.“I just can’t do that to Carrie Ann, she’s only sixteen. It would ruin her for life,” Beth said, in a low. Taylor went to her cubicle and changed into one of her outfits, a skimpy librarian look complete with framed glasses. She even put her hair up to complete the look. She walked to Bob’s office and he immediately sent her out to change into another schoolgirl outfit, complete with pigtails. “But keep the glasses.” Taylor changed again in her cube and returned to Bob’s office, the outfit a near twin of the one she wore yesterday except it was blue plain instead of red. Bob was pleased and called. Who could stand being like that?Emily smiled. "I do. I mean, not that often. Usually when I dreamyou're just Amy. But like maybe once a year I dream of Martin."My old name. Martin was a discarded, dried old cicada husk crushedunderfoot long after the insect inside had squirmed free. Which led meto wonder what cicadas did after that. Did they die? I hadn't died.I'd lived, would keep living. Also, I might have weighed about as muchas one, but I wasn't an insect. I was a girl. A fucking.