James tried to think fast. "?Summers." He blurted out. "I'll get the doctor Ms. Summers." "Oh my God." Faith thought to herself. "Faith Summers. Did...I really just take Buffy's lastname? What the hell is wrong with me?"Two hours later Faith rested in a private room recovering, a fresh white bandage wrapped around left her arm, when three men dressed in black came in to the room. "What's with you people, are your clothes government issue or do you all shop at the same store?" "How very drool. I just got into town last week; I’m staying at the Holiday Inn. That’s only a little more than I’m paying for two nights.”“Fantastic. By the way, we call it “the Frat House. Come with us, we’ll show you our work room.”Once in the room, Mike, the elected spokesman of the group, shut the door and began to speak.“I’m sure you’re aware of our first operating system, MS-DOS, and its bastard step-child PC-Dos. We’re working on Windows, its successor. It’s a graphical extension for MS-DOS. I think. We walked over after lunch with a couple of the books that I had taken in my first trip to use as reference. They were very helpful. All six of us joined in the effort and most of the frame was quickly built. Before we could put a load on the generator, we would give the Sacrete a day to fully cure. I told them that, while the instructions on the sacks didn't suggest it would take that long, I had watched my entire structure groan because I hadn't wanted to wait. I said that it's quite a load. It wasn’t a bad profession and it saved her from having to sell drugs to earn a living. It saved her from starving to death too. She also has to consider the fact that Juliet makes enough money to pay her share of the bills plus pay her college expenses at the University of New Orleans and only works a couple of nights a week. But her days as a prostitute are also a part of her life Bobby wishes she could forget. At sixteen she ran away from home to get away from her stepfather. Soon after she.