I mean I wasn't a pariah,but I wasn't Mr. Popularity either, and Chrissy was definitely a step ortwo up in class for me.For the most part Chrissy just...waved at these girls, but after a fewminutes, she told me to sit down and wait for her while she went to talkto a group of her best friends who had just come in. I did as I wastold, and as I waited I noticed Chrissy waving her hands in front of herfriend's faces. There was some animated conversation, and some gigglinglaughter, and some looking. Poison burst out and filled Cindy’s mouth. Cindy quickly swallowed it all. The snake went soft in her mouth and the captain quickly tucked it back into his pants. “Will it be safe there?” Cindy asked. “You’ve milked all the poison out,” he said. “But maybe you should check it again soon to make sure.” A few hours later Cindy was on her knees in the cockpit. In her mouth she had the poison from snakes both the captain and co-pilot had found in their pants. The pilot wanted to take a photo of all. What if she was pleased I hadprogressed for the same reason I'd been hoping to see the likes ofChantelle survive? Did she like me because I was so easy to beat?But further speculation along those lines had to be put aside, because itwas time for our morning dance class. And with a new outfit came a newroutine - poledancing. We were each shown how to use the pole to gyrateand look sexy, and even to strip off our new uniform, one piece at a time.I was chided for wearing a black corset and told I. It wasn't in use thatshe could see. It was the kind of dirty filthy place she might havefound herself in as part of her old life but now that she was a woman itfelt frightening and alien.She didn't like this! Not one bit!She was swung round, almost losing her balance again and then throwninto a chair. The chair rocked backwards, teetering as though it mightfall, then clunked onto the floor on all four legs. It was so dark inthe building; she could barely see anything more than ten yards.