Jenny froze and would not stand to the applause. In broken English he gestured that she could either start out at the back couches giving blowjobs, or...she could dance.The security system had been turned on when Jenny had been introduced. The events were being recorded. The DJ reached up and grabbed Jenny by her upper arm in a grip so tight she thought it would break her arm. Rather than go to the couches, she allowed herself to be guided up to the stage.The DJ started a DVD from Buck Wheat. ”“Jonathan and I weren’t that bad, until the end—were we?”Sarah rolled her eyes. “Growing up, you exhibited all the signs of an intelligent and sensible young lady. Then you met ‘Jonathan.’” Sarah’s voice mimicked her daughter’s playful pronunciation of Jonathan’s name. “Once you met him your sensibility packed up and left. Your father and I had bets on whether you’d stay out of trouble before getting married. I’ll let you guess who won.”“But, it wasn’t ... we didn’t ... until...”“I will say. Then her mom died and she and her dad moved away. I was remembering back when she had left. I felt so bad. I was just a kid who lost his girlfriend. I remembered how we would kiss and she would let me touch her boobs. We never had sex, we were just too young. We always said that someday we would get married and have a family. We always argued what we would name our kids. She wanted two kids, Bart and Sarah, I wanted two also, Jacob and Mary. I always liked biblical names. I had heard that she. Please don't think I'mungrateful because I am *very* grateful but I shed being "you" veryquickly as I look back on it. Hard to know for sure, but I think I'mpretty much the Polly that would have been if the whole Blast thing hadnever happened."That was always the goal and I was happy for her, but it did raise thequestion."That all sounds wonderful. I don't know if you ever told anybody itwas our fault the whole thing happened, but if you've left "me" behind Ihave to wonder why you want to.