So what do you say?"Sarah remembered how her heart had practically leaped form her chest."Are you sure?" Absolutely. So what say we trip the light fan...astic?" Yes!" she cried, laughing. "Yes!" But first, I noticed a florist shop down the street." Yes, Holsinger's. They stay open on prom night, but wait! -- you don't have to..." Oh, yes I do. No date of mine is going to the prom without a corsage."They walked the block and a half back to the florist where Keith bought a lovely orchid wrist. Us centaurs can give RG's a good kicking if it comes to it."I was shocked. Here was my own granddaughter declaring her sense of oppression."D'you feel it when you're out on the street?" Not often. Not when I'm amongst my friends and stuff. But on the public transport it has become a problem in the cities. If it's crowded then some RG's give out vibes about how much room we're taking up. The femmies don't mind. They seem to like tactile contact and are quite prepared to squeeze up. Anyway, if. "Okay," she mumbled and slept.During the tear down my silence bothered everyone. Only the physical exertion and its strain and borderline pain cut through the numbness. My one or two word mumbles failed to satisfy my friends. Questions accentuated the numbness.Everyone had their beginnings but me. Neither jealous nor envious, I felt numb. Princess had her play to write, her modeling and her search for a new apartment on her own, having plenty of money to afford it what with her continually. Their reverie is interrupted by a knock on the door."Better be Mark," Maggie grins looking at each of their ensembles."It is," answers Abbey as she opens the door to let him in."Hello girls," he smiles."Nice Truck," Abbey tells him looking out the door. "Is that a bike on that trailer?"The other girls peak out the drawn shades to look at the driveway. A black four door Chevy truck was pulled up out front of the house and it was pulling a black motorcycle."Yes it is," answers Mark. "A Honda.