It hasn't ... doesn't look like it will ... ever. Come on up here and let me show you."I stepped around the huffers and climbed up on the throne platf...rm. A set of shutters opened on a scene of near blasphemy.The sky was a roiling yellow greenish purple and that was it. No grass, trees or creatures. There was a violent wind but the colors didn't mix."Your world governments denied, declined, confused and other wise flat refused to admit that anything was wrong ... because to do so would hurt the. Now you're at home, in your room. It's about six in the evening.You've got a 32" flat screen mounted on your wall. It rests above your tidy desk, hooked up to your computer, which is out of sight; it's a basic office model, so you can't really play worthwhile games on it. Despite having nice things... your room is a pretty boring place. Your walls, the bed and what few furnishings you have are all a navy blue color, and even the view outside your window is just an empty suburban field.But what. "Here ya go, Dennis. Here's your sister, just like you ordered. I'm calling your bluff, you asshole. Go ahead. What are you going to do with me? That's what I thought. Nothing." Fine, then. You owe me an hour." Great. I can stand here while you act like an asshole for an hour for two hundred bucks." You're going to have to do better than that if you want to be a real prostitute." You're the one paying here, Dennis. You call the shots, remember?" Fine." With a few broad, snappy motions, Dennis. Once she got her stuff off, Scooter just sat back and let Mike do his thing. It was no longer her raft, the one she'd had for a trip and a half; it was his. For practical purposes, it now made Crystal the trip leader, too. This felt strange, and a bit lonely. For over two years, she and Crystal had been the best of friends, closer than sisters, almost always doing things together. There had been people who had hinted at thoughts that they were lesbians -- and as butch as Scooter tended to act,.