I run into the door frame as I enter Jenny's room. I spingracelessly and bark my shin on her bed. I sit."Here!" Jenny hands me something crinkly. "Get...dressed right!" she tellsme.It's a fresh diaper and the dreaded fuchsia rumba panties. I blushhorribly. Stewart has glided into this room and is watching meinterestedly.I stare at the baby-wear."No Jenny," I finally speak."You said so!" she complains.I shake my head vigorously.She turns to Stewart."Are you going to be the baby then?" she. I’d picked it up out of a Toys-R-Us sale bin in 1992 – one of five I’d purchased that day for $4.99, along with an equal number of sealed copies of the original Final Fantasy.I knew then that they’d be worth something one day. I had no idea just how much they would be worth.An excited, “Yes,” sounded as he reached through the doors and claimed his prize, which he replaced with mine – a twenty-four-pack of Charmin double rolls that he’d put aside and hidden when the truck arrived the previous. " I said into the darkness, now getting angry.Just as I requested, she obliged. Almost as if walking through a sheet of black, she appeared before me, a thing of beauty. Her skin had but one color to it. A faded blue tint surrounded her. It was like watching an old black-and-white movie.Her hair was dark and chin-length. She wore military-style boots, with fishnet stocking spanning the length of her legs, before disappearing up the leg of her cut-off denim shorts. Her t-shirt bore a Misfits. “You just fucked up, boy.”The fight was a blur. I didn’t wait, and I landed a solid punch right in the leader’s face. My world dissolved into a flurry of angry faces, punches, and kicks. I managed to rake another boy’s shin with my foot, and I landed an elbow strike on someone who grabbed me from behind. After that, it was their turn. I tried to stay on my feet, but I was swarmed and thrown to the ground. I curled into a ball and covered my face while they tried to stomp me to death.The next.