Let me frank. We have taken you. Why?Because you fit a type we need. That type is lonely, young, slender andideally, vulnerable boys. Over the next fe... months you will be trainedand moulded in to exactly what we need, you will then work for us." Shesmiled but it wasn't the type of smile you could take any comfort from,it was more like the smile a cat gives to a mouse just before it jumps infor the kill.I really didn't want to hear what was next but I had to ask, "And what,exactly do you need. "We returned to small talk, exchanged our I-love-you's, and the call was over. My Mom is one of the best people I know, even though she and I drive each other nuts some times. We had grown closer together once she came to accept me as her daughter. She had never had one till now.Mom and I had barely finished when my phone rang again. It was my girlfriend from reform school Darla, who used to call herself Daria sometimes, after some old cartoon character she was an obsessive fan of. She lived. You look a mess." I complied with awondering look on my face. Chris said, "You want to look like a respectablepussyboy when the pizza man comes." Nervously I waited until the doorbellrang. I didn't dare speak, so I just handed him the check and tip,took the pizza and closed the door. I don't think he noticedanything strange about it, but I felt demeaned by appearing evenbriefly in front of a man dressed as I was.We sat at the table to eat and Chris proposed a toast," To ournew DATE NIGHT game.". An hour before the dance ends, I herd the girls back into the limo, and the girls notice right away that we are headed towards town and not to any of their houses.“Where are we headed,” Moira asks.I don’t want to reveal that yet, so I say, “The final surprise of the evening.”Kim blurts out, “Carol is getting laid tonight.”The sisters all squeal in excitement. When they calm down, I add, “I have always made it clear that I wouldn’t sleep with any of you until you are all ready. You have all.