Ifanyone found about me, my life in high school would have taken a turnfor the worst. I slowly worked my way to the garage, closing the doorsbehind me...I knew what was said about what happens to girls at prom night. Since Ididn't have a boyfriend, I would have to do the next best thing. Icrawled into the backseat of my parent's car, closed my eyes, and beganto slowly run my hands all over myself. In the cold, evening air and thesheerness of what I was wearing, I felt goospimples pop up all over. It was actually a pleasant time as far as Paul concerned. They had refused dessert, but ordered coffee to drink while chatting.“Can you give me more money every month?” she asked.“I would give you more money, but you’d give it to Annie. I’m not giving her one cent of my money ever again. I would leave my half of the estate to a charity for people without little fingers before I’d leave it to you to give to her.”“Why do you hate her so much?”“Hate? I don’t hate her. I think she’s a monster. You. People are cannibalizing their cars for parts, scrap, etc. and selling them back to City Hall for whatever money they can get from them. No sense in hanging onto motor vehicles if you can’t drive them.“Of course, the consequence is that the cities will likely be redesigned with pedestrians and public transport more in mind in the future. That’s ecologically sound, though a sentimental part of me will always be nostalgic for the highly individualistic motorist culture of the past. We just have. ?No it's not?? I tried to say, but he slapped me hard across my cheek, andsaid ?Your name is Number Seventeen. And you only speak when I permit you to? ?Yes Master? I replied, at which he slapped me once again and repeated ?Youonly speak when I permit you to. Do you understand? You may answer Number Seventeen?. I answered ?Yes Master?. ?Good. Now you understand your position, go into that room there and get dressed? hesaid, indicating a room in the corner of the hall that we were in. I crossed.