But Matt and Sarah had met last Saturday, had really liked each other, but could do nothing about it, thanks to the jealous Sally. When they talked ag...in, Sunday, they decided to meet again, alone, as soon as possible. They chose Monday, because neither wanted to wait till Friday.But the date was not going so well. Sarah took Matt to dinner, and they went to a French restaurant. That's when the 21 year-old girl realized that, after all, Matt Parker was only seventeen.First, he could not drink. "Adult Medical Services. We get tested every month for diseases. No card, no work. Some places – like Daystar – won't let you work if your card is three days old. If you decide to do this, you'll have to be tested. I mean under your real name and everything. It is at a legitimate medical facility, though. Confidentiality still applies and all that. But you'll be back to being Shelly Smith for at least a little while." I'm still Shelly Smith almost all the time," she said. "In fact, there is no. ”“Me neither.”“What about the others?” I asked as we stepped to the urinals.He shook his head. “Nobody in our crowd does. We’re not losers.” He laughed. “I thought you might be a cokehead, though.”I looked a question at him.“You’ve got the look, you know?”“What look?”“Fancy suit, good looks, slick moves. You know the type.”I knew the type, all right. His name was Rod Fortner.“I’m glad you’re cool, though,” Mitch said. “One of us.”I nodded, and we washed our hands together. Mitch made a face as. After they had cooled down, he went on to say the label “Rabble” had been conferred on them by their former General, Sir Reginald Fitzroy.He smiled. “The Prince has suggested, and I concur, that the “Rabble” be paraded in the city. Therefore, gentlemen, the soldiers of Tiger, Cobra, and Panther Companies will pass in review in front of the Prince and his guests. Subedar Major Para will lead the review. I am sure he will ensure our “Rabble” will be well turned out.” The glint in Para’s eyes.