I will be sold as thirty-four. She will be thirty-nine. The Dystyr are not a spiritual people. “Slave luck” is the best I can expect.Without warni...g, the door opens with a pneumatic whoosh, and many of us jump. “Number one!” says the Slaver official, an older, overweight male wearing the uniform of the Jackran-ad-aktar faction. “Come with us.” Under the compulsion of her implant, number one silently leaves with the Slaver, and the door seals us inside once more. Silently I count Carraleppis –. I was full but wide awake. There was nothing to do. I had no TV, books, or anything. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.I would suffer books about vampires and their teen lovers.I tried to sleep and ended up seeing lines all around me again.Might as well try to figure this out. It isn’t like I have any other requirements on my time.First, I looked at the wall in front of me. I saw a lot of mostly straight lines that all looked like power, except for a faint orange connected to a phone. Beyond. I decided that being by myself was just too depressing, especially when my mind was filled with visions of Kevin and Joyce together. The fact that I was the one who threw them together in the first place seemed irrelevant. I caught Susan's eye over at the bar and waved goodbye. Rather than go back to my empty apartment, I decided to go over Nick's place and see if he was around. Maybe he could finish what he started last night.By the time I reached my car, Kevin popped out of my mind, and. So the events of this weekend really shocked and confused me.I came home around 8ish after playing football with friends. My body was all sweaty and sticky but I knew a cold shower would sort me out. It was a Friday night so I knew my dad would have his friends over for poker night and they would all be drunk and talking shit as soon as I walked in. I tried to rush past them and get to bed before they could give me too much shit, but some of them grabbed my arms and held me there to chat shit.